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Morning. Emma Swan/Killian Jones. 134 words.  

With legs tangled under thick winter blankets, Emma can’t help but snuggle closer. Her cheek brushes against the soft hairs of Killian’s chest and he laughs, deep and husky, as she sighs, fully intending to spend their whole morning like this. It’s rare they ever get the chance to.

It had rained all night, the soft drumming of raindrops serving as the soundtrack to their sleep. They beat gently on the windowpane, even now. 

“Five more minutes?” His sleep tainted voice curls around the words in a way that only urges her to hold him tighter, so close, in the hopes of losing track of where she ends and he begins. The patterns he traces into the skin of her waist, a gentle reminder.

Hello, my love! Thank you for the pairing. I know you’ve had some bad news today so here’s a little bit of angsty-ish hospital Captain Swan for you!

Cracks.Emma Swan/Killian Jones.196 words.

“Killian–” Fat tears roll down her cheeks and he aches to wipe them away. He doesn’t deserve them. He doesn’t deserve her. It had been a mistake to go after the Hydra on his own, and yet, foolishly, he’d gone anyway. Stupid. 

He’d reach for her if it weren’t for the damned sling cradling his once good arm tight to his body and the deep throb from his protesting ribs. He’d broken six in the fall, apparently.

“I’m fine, Love,” The smile he offers falls into a grimace as the thin hospital mattress shifts under his weight, sending pain shooting up his spine. It does nothing to convince her of his lie. Emma has always been able to read him, even after he’d convinced himself that no one would ever try. “I’m a survivor.”

Helllooooo Anon! Cheers for the prompt! 

Hands to myself. Detective Rogers/JJ Sneed .124 words .He’s reluctant to admit it, but he misses the quiet. Rogers misses the days when the most pivotal task of his day was checking their lunch order before leaving Granny’s. The quaint town he’d come to love didn’t have as many major crimes as Hyperion Heights and, for that, he’d been grateful. 

Of course, it didn’t last. 

In the middle of The Rabbit Hole, surrounded by three unconscious bodies, is Sneed; defiant and proud. 

“Detective.” His lip splits as he smiles, tipping his bowler in greeting to where Rogers is stood. “Slow day?”

In three strides, he has Sneed bent over the bar, hands cuffed tight in cool metal. He curses at the pinch and Rogers smiles.

Hi Anon! Congrats on being #1.

Landslide. Killian Jones/JJ Sneed. 105 words.

In a perfect world, they wouldn’t have to hide away. 

“Again, Pirate?” JJ smirks, one eyebrow inched higher as Killian drags him into his hotel room by the soft lapels of his waistcoat. His beard is trimmed closer than the last time they’d met and he doesn’t want to think that JJ had done it for him, after his last insistent kisses had left abrasions in their wake. Killian can’t afford to think like that. “People will talk.” 

In a perfect world, there would be no guilt. There would be no shame. 

THIS IS A HARD ONE

Adopt: Harrison (i have no words for this one) Be adopted by: Sneed (duh, i wanna be a cowboy baybeeeee)Marry: Preacher Peter (wouldn’t we all?)

Thank you so much for reading, Anon! And thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it! This was my first foray into abo fic but, knowing me (and knowing Salem), there will probably be loads more where that came from down the line.