Summary: In a world where everyone has a device on their wrist that tells them the exact moment they meet their soulmate, Emma Swan is faced with the rare circumstance of having a blank timer. Things get even more complicated when she starts falling for Killian Jones, who, according to his timer, will meet his soulmate in six months. Captain Swan AU.
Rating: T for now, possibly M for future chapters
Author’s note: So I got this idea from the movie Timer. It’s a super cute movie and I highly recommend watching it! But you don’t need to watch the movie to understand the fic. This fic is for @stunningswan as a VERY belated CS Secret Santa gift! Sorry for the delay, Savannah! I was struggling with whether this should be a one-shot or a multi-chapter fic, and I decided to go for multi-chapter! I hope you enjoy!
A double shot of rum is placed in front of Emma Swan and she spends no time in grabbing it and throwing it back. When she pulls the empty glass away from her lips, the timer on her wrist catches her eye, the blinking dashes where the numbers should be taunting her.
From the moment she got her timer inserted when she 14, that’s how it had been. “Don’t worry,” the time agency employee had said. “It doesn’t mean that you don’t have a soulmate. It just means that, wherever they are, they don’t have a timer yet.”
That’s what they told her. Twenty fucking years ago. And nothing has changed.
In the time since then, she’s watched everyone around her - friends, co-workers, complete strangers - find their soulmates. Or at the very least, they know when they’re going to meet them. Meanwhile, Emma has been stuck in a cycle of dating that always ended the same way.
Y/N wanted something nice. Working hard all her life and she couldn’t afford the beautiful red velvet dress in the window.
Don’t get her wrong, she had everything; a home, farmland, healthy, strong animals that provided the goods they needed to survive and the best of all, a damn good husband.
Erastus “Deaf” Smith was a gentle family man at home and a fierce fighter out in the fields. He took care of her, gave her everything she needed. He was loving, attentive and spoke to her and of her with a gentleness that no one else could.
She jumped at the touch of a warm hand on her shoulder.
“It’s me,” Deaf said, his voice deeper than normal due to his hearing loss.
“Sorry,” she said with a smile while signing her apology.
Everyone had been on edge lately, the crime rate a little higher than normal due to the war.
Deaf smiled, turning his attention to the dress she was staring at.
“It’s beautiful,” she sighed.
“No, it’s pretty, but you are beautiful, Darlin’,” Deaf placed a sweet kiss on her temple.
She blushed, biting her lip. Tilting her head to the side, she kissed Deaf’s bearded cheek, “You’re too sweet, Deaf.”
“I only speak the truth, Y/N.”
Y/N faced him, cupping his warm cheeks, “And that is one of the many reasons why I love you,”
His arms circled her waist as he leaned down to peck her lips, “I love you too, Sweetheart.”
A gust of wind blew through the town, making the couple realize that they should head home before nightfall.
“Let’s get home before it gets too cold,” Deaf said, leading Y/N away from the store.
The calmness that was around the homestead didn’t last long. It was late in the night when the Rangers came, needing Deaf’s help on a mission.
The extreme cold air gusted across the land, making the house rattle from the force.
Deaf wrapped his gun belt around him, watching as Y/N wrapped her robe tighter against her.
She worried her bottom lip as he bundled up.
“I’ll be okay,” he said, softly.
“Out there, with the war? I know… I just worry about you getting sick,”
Her confidence in him always made him feel ten feet tall and her worry of his health made him feel well loved.
Holding out his gloved hand to her, he wiggled his fingers, “I’ll be fine, Sweetheart.”
She placed her hand, delicate, but work worn in his, giving him a firm squeeze as her emotions got the best of her.
“I know, but I feel the need to say it. No matter what, you come back to me, Erastus.”
He smiled, his dimples so deep that they were even visible through his thick beard, “Yes Ma'am.”
A knock on the door signaled Deaf that he needed to get a move on.
He kissed her, savoring the taste of his wife as he did each time before when having to go away.
“I will be back, Darlin’. I promise.” He whispered against her lips.
Three weeks. For three weeks Deaf and the Rangers were on a mission to find a missing solider.
After scouting for a week and half, they’d finally found him, a prisoner in a hideaway camp.
The soilder was delivered safely back to his family; the reward more than enough to go around the Rangers three times.
The men boasted about how they’d spend their money.
Deaf kept his plans to himself, knowing exactly how he’d spend his.
A pebble being thrown at him made him look up, “What?”
“Whacha spending yer share on?” Bean asked, loudly so Deaf could hear him.
“My wife,” he said, clicking his tounge to get his horse moving faster.
A two day ride and Deaf was finally back home. He’d stopped into town, picking up Y/N’s surprise and a few other little things.
All he wanted was a nice hot bath, a hot meal and time with his woman.
He could see her shadow as she moved around the house.
A smile stretched across his lips as he put the horse away and grabbed the saddle bags.
Y/N came to the door step, the shotgun drawn, “Who’s there!?” She asked.
Deaf kept quiet, not hearing her. He watched as her arms pumped as she cocked the shotgun.
“It’s me!” Deaf said, holding up his hands.
“Damnit Deaf!” She cursed, lowering the firearm.
She stepped back into the dim lit house, letting Deaf inside where it was warm.
The second the door shut, Deaf wrapped Y/N up in his arms.
“Are you alright?” She asked, her voice muffled as her face was buried in his shoulder.
“Hmm?” He pulled back, just enough to see her face.
“You were gone for a long while… are you alright?”
Taking his hand, he cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing the apple of it, “I’m fine, Sweetheart. I missed you, but I’m fine.”
His hands slid down her shoulders to her hands as he grasped them in his, “I brought you a gift,”
Her eyes lit up, a shy smile on her lips, “You did?”
“Yes Ma'am,” Deaf squeezed her hands before going to his saddle bags and removing the medium box.
He handed it to her, watching as she took it to the table and lifted the lid. He saw her mouth open, but couldn’t hear the gasp.
Y/N’s eyes swam in tears as she looked to Deaf. He had rendered her speechless.
She signed, too afraid to speak, ‘I can’t believe you got this!’
It was the red velvet dress that was in the shop window that she was admiring weeks ago.
He chuckled, signing back to her, 'I did. Now you have to promise to wear it for me.’
Gently, she lifted the dress from the box and was shocked at how light it was. From the look of it on the mannequin, it seemed to be quite heavy.
Y/N held it to her chest, grabbing a small bunch of fabric from the dress and holding it out.
She spun around, her smile near child like. Carefully, she placed the dress back in the box, then ran over to Deaf where she jumped into his arms.
“Thank you!” She said, kissing his cheek repeatedly.
Deaf laughed, holding her up by the waist. His laugh was silenced when she sealed her lips over his in a slow, loving kiss.
He took her to their bedroom, where he kicked the door shut.