act i: swearing in whispers

cs fic: talking-heads

Summary: Office!AU. Emma and Killian work dead-end jobs at Storybrooke Sailing and Sundry: your one-stop shop for all sailing equipment and hardware.

a/n: Pam and Jim were one of my original OTPs…how could I not?

cs fic: talking-heads

“Do I like Emma? Of course I like Emma. I like everyone in the office. Well, except for maybe Archie in HR. He’s bloody awful, isn’t he?”

Killian finds himself (just like yesterday and the day before that) drawn to the way her shoulders hunch and her sandy golden hair falls about her when she bends to correct a mistake on a memo.

“Oy, Swan,” he taps his fingers on the ledge of her desk, watches the way her eyes flutter to his in annoyance.

She sighs at the errant smudge of whiteout now marring the page. “Now’s not the time, Killian.”

There have been threats of downsizing flying around for months, and he can see how the concern for her job (and by extension her son) has started to pull tired lines under her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he gives her his winningest smile and reaches deep into the pocket of his slacks. “I think it’s the perfect time for this.”

Between his thumb and forefinger, he thrusts into her line of vision a misshapen, purple, glittery…thing.

She crosses her eyes at the too-close object. “What the hell is that?”

“This, Swan,” he looks at his treasure with great admiration (with Emma, half the joy is in the showmanship; the way she rolls her eyes but forces the corner of her month to remain turned down), “Is a magic bean.”

Keep reading