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captswann  asked:

here have a prompt: "that is the last pint of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream and i'm on my period so unless you're dying and its your last meal you better hand it over" (i have no idea where this came from i'm sorry)

“Killian, I need that last pint of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream or else I’m going to knock you out. You’re not dying and it’s not going to be the last meal of your life… so hand it over.”

He stares at her in confusion, pausing himself from digging the spoon into the bowl of ice cream sitting in front of him. His eyes dart between the woman he loves and the ice cream he loves, and this is one thing they have in common, but one thing they hate to share. They always have their own, hardly nearing each other’s ice cream property, but today she just seems desperate.

“I don’t think so,” he responds, shaking his head, a hand protectively wrapped around the bowl. “We both know the last pint is always mine, Swan.”

Her face falls and he nearly wants to hand it over because he is a gentleman, but right now ice cream is on the line and he likes his ice cream. “It’s sort of mandatory,” she attempts to reason, “and if I tell you the reason behind why I want it, you’re gonna laugh.”

“Humour me.”

“It’s that time of the month.”

It takes him a second to realize what she means. “Yet you think I should take pity on you and freely hand over the ice cream? You know I like this sweet stuff!”

“Yeah, but if you don’t give it to me you know I can get super violent,” she mutters in response. “Please?”

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