#chippedbravery

@chippedbravery​ responded to hookedjones:

😘🍺

 She wasn´t DRUNK.

 It wasn´t like Belle never had a drink, but when the whole crew was out it was good for someone to be sober and she usually turned out to be that person. Right now she was half carrying Killian down the street and back to the Jolly Roger.

 “Listen, you´re going to…” She barely managed to finish her sentence before they stumbled sideways and against a wall. For a moment Belle held her breath, swallowing. There were only inches between the two of them and before she could even say anything she felt lips pressing to hers, finally releasing the breath she´d been holding.

To say that this was something that he didn’t regularly partake in would be a complete and utter lie. Be it in Neverland or out of it, it was not uncommon to spot Killian Jones with a bottle of rum in one hand- and more often than not, when he was not in that blasted realm, he would be in the company of beautiful bar vixens.

But tonight, tonight he was not with some random lass he had just encountered at the bar. No, he was with dear Belle.

Someone he had, for the most part of their initial relationship, avoided  being intimiate with, be it emotionally or physically. That was not the case at this very moment, however.

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With the steady approach of their newborn, Killian and Belle had taken steps to ensure their future together, their initial plan to take their relationship at a slower pace near forgotten. They had chosen to set it aside for the mean time, their child being their main priority.

How could it not? For the longest time, family was what Killian had always wanted, and he knew well in his heart that nervous as she was, Belle wished to meet their child soon too.

So here they were, in an entirely wholesome neighbourhood, filled with row upon row of white, picket-fenced houses. It was too welcoming, in his opinion. For a pirate like himself, at the very least, but incredibly suitable for his dear Belle and their dearer bundle of joy.

He intertwined his fingers through her own then, a glance at her granting him the endearing sight of her sweet visage and growing bump. The smile on his face was almost shy.

@chippedbravery responded to hookedjones:

“Oh come on.”

Belle wasn´t even sure why she had agreed to play this game, she should have known better. Killian and her had been hanging out more and more over these past few weeks and people had noticed. Now it was time to pay for that.

She glanced over at her friends and then back at him, refraining from rolling his eyes. She was glad that there hadn´t been any parameters set for the kiss, so she simply leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“There you go,”

Though he could admit to possessing some interest in his fellow Gryffindor, Killian would not go as far as to say that he would ask her out on a date. Certainly not at this point in time, when his mind was more so focused on the upcoming first task of the tournament- and the fact that she herself had expressed such utter initial dislike for him.

Killian Jones did so enjoy a bit of flirting and teasing, but he wasn’t about to give any lass unwanted attention either. 

Not that their schoolmates saw it the same way. His increased quality time with the lovely Belle soon became a source of amusement, with wisps of gossip thrown into the mix. 

Their interest had increased so much that they had mischievously dared Belle to---

“There you go.”

Petal-soft lips left his cheek, and even though he had been prepared for it, that did not quite stop the slight heat that dusted his cheekbones. He quickly gathered himself, however.

@chippedbravery responded to hookedjones:

Usually she didn´t do these kind of things. Not getting drunk, she did that on regular basis, or…having drinks anyways. Usually Lacey didn´t drink enough to forget about half the night though.

Today seemed different.

She let out a groan as she rolled over in a bed that was, quite obviously, not hers. Lacey sighed and blinked her eyes open, hand feeling a body next to hers. Well, hopefully they´ve had fun.

“Hey,” she called, poking the body next to her. “Are you awake? Because if you are I´d love some coffee.”

Bloody Hell. He really shouldn’t have had so much to drink.

Feeling the onset of a headache settling in his temple, James groaned quietly, hand lifting to run through his hair. Damned good example he was setting for the lot of them. What would the people of Storybrooke think if they heard their local priest had driven himself into a drunken stupor?

Nothing good, he could tell that much. It was just fortunate that he had not done anything---

“Hey,” she called, poking the body next to her. “Are you awake? Because if you are I´d love some coffee.”

Bloody Hell.

It was then that he stiffened, willing away the panic in his veins. Had he...? Slowly, he turned, hoping against hope that he had not--- brought back a woman.

The little one and I are wishing you a happy Valentine´s Day! I´m afraid this is the second batch, because I ate half of the first one, but they´re just as good!

Much love,

Belle

Belle, really.

A smile drew itself along his lips, the captain chuckling, touched by the gesture she’d extended to him- and of course, the reminder that they had a little one on the way. She was already eating enough for two. It was something he encouraged, even going so far as to buy and cook meals for her whenever possible.

♝: Reading a book together

   “See? It´s not that hard.” Belle pointed out, nodding down at the book in front of them. She wasn´t sure how she had found herself in this situation, but when he had asked for help with the essay they were supposed to write for their history class she had agreed. Mainly because he had been trying to genuinely be nice to her during the last few days.

   “You read this passage and then you make notes with the most important information, like this.” She pointed at her own notes, an entire page, which she had taken so far.

   “Come on, I know you can do it.”

Perhaps it was the stress, something that was deeply seated in his mind that gave cause for Killian to be as distracted as he was today, because that was precisely what he was. He couldn’t seem to focus, and despite History of Magic being one of his best subjects, nothing stuck.

He furrowed his eyebrows, quill tip hovering a mere inch from parchment.

@chippedbravery responded to hookedjones:

After their long day at the island kingdom, Killian left a carefully wrapped package on the bed in Belle's cabin. A thick leather-bound book bearing a collection of classic tales of Corona, a lengthy and fascinating read, he'd been told. It was a gift that he had discreetly selected whilst they were out and about. The note attached to it simply read as: "To Belle. -Killian.”

The days had been magical, there was really no other was to describe it. This was what Belle had always wanted, she had been wanting to travel the world and see things and have adventures and all of that was coming true, simply because she had taken a chance.

Sometimes she wondered what her father would say if he knew that she was traveling with pirates, but then she found that she didn´t care. Not that she didn´t miss her father, but she was happy and his opinion wouldn´t have changed anything.

The small package on her bed was something she noticed the moment she entered her cabin and her heart skipped a beat. She hurried over and unwrapped it with delicate fingers, heart skipping another beat as she recognized the beautiful book.

The note put a smile on her face and she took the book, hurrying over to Killian´s cabin with it still in hands. She knocked on the door, maybe a little too excited, waiting for him to open.

There were few who dared to interrupt his solitude with such vigour, and considering just what it was that he had recently left in his latest recruit’s room, he could hazard a guess as to whom it was on the other side of the door. That, and the knocks were nowhere near as ham-fisted as Smee’s.

Killian glanced up, having just changed out of his vest and leather garb, and into garments that were well-suited for settling into the evening. A billowy shirt and a pair of dark trousers.

“A moment.”

The pirate Captain crossed the room, towards the door. Which was duly opened, a charming smile fixed upon Killian’s face in greeting. Belle. He was right. 

          The truth was: Belle was never really alone. She had never FELT alone, not for a long period of time anyways. She´s always had a book close by, characters to help her through those dark moments, stories to dive into.

           Still, it was nice to have someone tell her that they´d be there for her. Someone to call a FRIEND. Her lips curved into a smile and she reached out, resting her hand on top of the other woman´s. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

          Ruby smiled warmly at the other woman, knowing how difficult it could be to find kindness -- true kindness without ulterior motives -- in a town such as Storybrooke. Many were often too caught up in their own problems to extend a hand to another, and though Belle may have not needed the assurance, the she-wolf offered it anyway.