A Fairytale Beginning (6/9)
OMG, you guys, I cannot tell you how sorry I am that I took this long to get this chapter out. This 8k monster gave me serious grief with the writing and re-writing and overthinking and gnashing of teeth it took to get it to this point. Fair warning, I’m going on my 4th day of sleeping less than 5 hours a night, so there may be a little clean-up of typos and wording going on later. A million thanks to @katie-dub for being my sounding board for the diner scene, to @i-know-how-you-kiss for letting me whine to her repeatedly about how badly this chapter was kicking my butt, and to the rest of you for waiting so very patiently with nothing but supportive words. XOXO
Summary: Killian Jones, the notorious Captain Hook, has been on a quest to kill the Dark One and avenge the death of his first love for over one hundred fifty years. But when he crosses the Evil Queen, he’s magically transported to New York City, a strange land full of fascinating wonders, the foremost of which is Emma Swan, a cynical single mother with no time for fairy tales, real or imagined. A Captain Swan Enchanted AU. (Captain Swan modern AU, Captain Swan Enchanted Forest AU. Romance & Adventure. Rated G.)
Emma waits until Granny returns with matching plates brimming with grilled cheese cut into triangles and piles of golden onion rings. She flashes a muted smile of thanks at the older woman, and Granny gives them a subtle smirk as she sets a glass ketchup bottle directly between their plates and disappears.
Emma snatches the bottle up by the neck and twists off the cap while she gathers her thoughts, unsure how much she wants to reveal. Killian watches her shake out a dollop onto her plate and then accepts the bottle when she hands it to him, studying it before proceeding to mimic her with an adorable amount of caution.
A tiny smile tugs at Emma’s mouth, but she briskly turns back to the matter at hand and clears her throat. As always, the first onion ring she touches is just shy of too hot to touch and just greasy enough to be tempting, and she dips it with a little sigh. “Walsh proposed,” she says quietly, taking a bite to give herself an excuse not to say anything else immediately.
The ketchup bottle pauses in midair, and she doesn’t need to see Killian’s face to know that he’s frowning when he sets it down with a soft thunk. “I see,” he says, sounding politely interested.
Emma keeps her eyes fixed on her plate as she eats. “Yesterday. Just before I met you and Henry at the library.”
Killian hesitates, as though trying to read her. “And you didn’t say yes?” he risks casually.
She glances up for a second at the tempting cakes and pies on display in a Plexiglas case sitting across from them before her gaze falls back to her food, her lashes brushing her cheeks. “I didn’t say no.”