i have just the thing for to wake your fluff muse up: cs + You just woke up from surgery and you don’t remember me or that we’re married or have a kid because you’re so high but you flirt with me anyway au
okay, so, wanna hear something hilarious? sophie sent this prompt to me A G E S ago, and i started writing it, and then it got lost in the abyss. i’m so glad you sent it to me again. so…take two! i hope you like it!
also, to @killiansdevotedheart! surprise! i’m your CSSV! consider this your pre-gift because i’m still working on your actual gift but i want you to still have something. enjoy for now!
TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME SO
Emma knows she shouldn’t be so worried. It’s a simple appendectomy, after all—the removal of an organ human biology deemed no longer very useful years ago. She shouldn’t be so worried, especially after the doctors assured her she brought him in just in time.
(“A few more days and we would have had a mess on our hands. You did good, Emma, even if it meant dragging him here against his will.”)
Doctors assurances don’t mean much in the grand scheme of things, because it’s Killian, after all—
Killian, who spent two weeks in pain because he didn’t want to trouble her.
Killian, who sat through Henry’s ceremony in utter pain because he didn’t want to miss it.
Killian, who let his appendix almost burst because he didn’t want to be a burden.
— And yet she’d murder him herself if he didn’t make it out of this, adding a whole new meaning to the whole “til death do us part” portion of their vows.