Here's some Thanksgiving fluff – because it's my very favorite holiday, and because we definitely need all the fluff we can get right now. I'm pretending the Darkness has been beaten and they have already returned from the Underworld with Killian. Nods to CS, Snowing, and OQ in here (I even intended on trying to work in Rumbelle, but it didn't happen) Anyway, think that's it. Enjoy – and please let me know what you think if you're so inclined!
"And All the Trimmings"
"Charming?" his lovely wife's voice rings brightly from the loft's small kitchen right into the erstwhile Prince of the Enchanted Forest's ears as he bustles through the door of their apartment, arms full of groceries and cheeks red from the first deep chill and frost of the year. "Is that you?"
"Yes, Snow, I'm back!" he calls, bemused smile quirking up one side of his mouth. A chuckle escapes David Nolan's throat at how happy and excited his Princess sounds. Setting his purchases on the table until he can hang his coat back on its peg, he shakes his head with affectionate good humor and goes to meet her in the kitchen.
If he's honest with himself, David is nearly as anxious and thrilled as Snow. After all, their entire family, with all its odd, extended members, will soon be gathered here with them for the first Thanksgiving holiday they have celebrated together. His heart swells at the very idea – even if at the same time he has to simply hope the whole thing will really manage to go off without a hitch…or any bloodshed.
"Looking for these?" he asks with happy teasing in his voice as he enters the kitchen, sets the several plastic bags from the market on the counter, and leans over the center island to plant a kiss on Snow's upturned lips.
"Yep," she chirps, beaming at him as they part and reaching in to begin unpacking, "I was."
Charming moves back into the front dining area, preparing the table and making sure they have enough chairs, that the candles and centerpieces Snows wants are out, and letting her get back to her cooking in the meantime. Between the homemade noodles, green beans, and the mashed potatoes and gravy his wife has simmering all at once, Charming is impressed she can keep everything going without setting anything on fire, much less having the whole apartment smelling good enough to make him drool, and he certainly doesn't want to distract her from it. No matter how long they have been married, or what realm they find themselves in, it doesn't take long for Snow to prove that she will never cease to surprise and amaze him.
He has just stepped back to survey his handiwork proudly when the doorbell rings. Swiftly moving forward to answer it before Snow comes running, Charming's smile grows even wider as Henry bursts into the room, greeting him enthusiastically and launching right into a story of their hectic morning. He is followed by Roland, who is practically bouncing up and down in place and vibrating with rambunctious energy, his deep dimples cracking wide across his face. After their two boys come Robin and Regina, each laden with items that Charming attempts to help take off their hands.
Robin hands over the delectably scented and delicious-looking turkey, beaming proudly as he gives a nod toward the perfectly crisped and golden brown bird on the platter, which has clearly been charmed in some way by Regina to stay warm and ready to place on the table. "Caught it myself, Mate," Robin says. "Should be a good one."
Charming sets the turkey on the long dining table he has just finished with, then claps his friend on the shoulder and ushers him in. "I'm sure it will be. Thanks," he answers.
Robin slings an insulated bag off his should now and holds it forward as well. "Regina's apple tarts," he explains with both a mischievous smile and a shrug of feigned innocence. The former thief knows the rest of the family's understandable aversion to the fruit, but he also somewhat adores his beloved's rather twisted sense of humor and refusal to shy away from her past by making a dish that highlights the difference in her now and just how far she has come. With a wink, he tacks on, "Taste tested them myself, and they're irresistible."
The archer moves past, on into the loft to greet Snow and to catch and corral his young son. Regina raises a sculpted brow at David as she enters after Robin, their new little girl sleeping cradled in her arms and a diaper bag slung over her shoulder. Though David knows all too well that having a newborn in the home can be harrying, the formerly evil Queen looks as completely polished and put together as always – not a hair out of place. "Charming," she greets with a wry nod, somehow managing to inject even the simplest hello with her trademark dry sarcasm. They may be on the same side now, fumbling towards being a truly non-dysfunctional family, but he somehow feels that her half-mocking way of using the name Snow gave him will never change, and perhaps – in Regina's own way – it's a form of affection.
Peeking into the layers of lavender blanket bundled around Robin and Regina's little daughter to shield her from the biting wind outside, Charming can't help a soft grin at the sweet, perfect little infant sleeping peacefully, the softest wisps of russet curls on her little head and her soft, pale pink skin. "She's lovely, Regina," he murmurs in quiet awe, not wanting the rouse little Mariana, and feeling a flood of affection for this woman who once hunted he and Snow, wanting both of their heads, but who also saved Snow's life as a child, and has clawed her way back from the bottom to right her wrongs.
Before he can close the door behind her, Emma and Killian come tramping up the hall stairs, cheeks flushed and both laughing at some unknown joke between them, but greeting him heartily as they see he is standing there watching. Emma reaches David first, falling into her dad's arms and returning his hug exuberantly before reaching back to pull Killian in as well when he hesitates, effectively sandwiching herself between the two of them in a three-way hug. The laugh that rings from his daughter's throat, light and open and at last free of the guilt and pain she had been saddled with for too long, is all David needs to be as grateful this Thanksgiving as at any he can remember.
"Thanks Dad," Emma mumbles almost bashfully when she does ease back and both she and her pirate boyfriend pull away. They follow him into the house, their food contributions in hand.
"Aye, thank you for having us, Mate," Killian adds with a dip of his chin as they all step through the door and he shuts it behind himself. He offers his love's father a genuine smile when their gazes meet, Emma having busied herself with hanging up their jackets and removing her boots. For a moment, David is frozen in place, forcibly reminded of how Killian had looked just a few weeks before, when they had found him in the black depths of the Underworld. As long as any of them live, David fears the sight of Killian Jones which had greeted them beyond the Veil would be hauntingly branded on their souls. Chained to a dank stone wall in the furthest recesses of Hades' domain, the shade of a pirate that they'd found was not the dashing rapscallion they knew. Though bearing his torment in stoic silent, he had been emaciated and shivering, the dark rings under his eyes clearly showing that Killian had known no sleep or peace since he left their world. The rest of the rescue party had stood horrified as Emma fell to her knees before him, tears pouring down her face while she reached out to cup his bearded cheeks in her hands. Worse than all that though had been the blank, almost unseeing despair in blue eyes that had always been so full of life; the vacancy in their depths no longer seemed like Killian at all and had truly made their blood run cold.
To see that spark back in Jones' smiling gaze, and the dark bruises beneath his eyes fading, reminds David forcibly just how much they do have to celebrate before he clears his throat to respond with hoarse emotion. "Of course. We're glad to have everyone. Snow's really trying outdo herself."
Without further ado, David soon finds his family gathered around the table, talking, laughing and reveling in the warmth and happiness of the occasion. There is good natured ribbing at Emma's continued inability to cook and a playful debate over whether or not the bottoms of several of the butter horn rolls she had made were more burnt than a nice golden brown. Mariana wakes from her nap and begins to gurgle and coo at everyone she can see gathered around her. Snow gushes over the pecan pie that Emma grudgingly admits Killian had made, complete with perfectly crimped edges of crust and an ornate little 'KJ' carved into the crunchy sugared top. 'Figures," Charming hears his daughter grumble with teasing chagrin, "He can cook circles around me with only one hand."
Snow is quick to assure her daughter that she will get better with practice, but Killian only smirks at Emma, looking entirely as though he wants her to either smack or kiss the grin off his face. "Well, I had to sign such artwork, Swan," he counters playfully. "You might have tried to take credit for it otherwise."
The whole table laughs and carries on, but is quickly more absorbed in eating than talking, just comfortable in each other's presence and enjoying a quiet moment. David looks to the other end of the long table and catches Snow's eye, perfectly understanding the misty look he finds there. This was all either of them hand ever wanted: a family, all together, happy and safe. It is what they had sacrificed so much for their best chance at preserving. He smiles at his True Love, marveling that two other pairs of true loves sit in this very room with them, and tucks into his own meal at last. Now that they have all found each other, this family has every blessing it could possibly need.