Because this didn't fit into my "one-shot" and I can't write a whole 'nother chapter for this until some of my other WIP's are done… gusenitsaa here's another one for the eventual master post…
There are some days when Emma wishes that all of the fairy tale characters in her life could just take a break from all the fighting and drama for one day so she could take a minute to breathe. She stomps in the door of their…their home and can't keep the scowl on her face as she sees the coat hooks that Killian had picked out last month – silhouettes of cats with their tails out as the hooks. He will never admit to it, but Pirate has grown on him.
Speaking of her favorite feline, usually he's right at the door to greet her when she comes home. He's bigger now, almost the size of a real kitten, but he still climbs her pant leg like he's a mouse. She frowns at his absence.
Walking through their house, she keeps an eye out for black slinking though the rooms she passes. But she needn't have worried.
She finds both her pirates sitting in the kitchen, locked in an intense staring contest. They are nose to nose, and Emma thinks that having that much blue staring at each other should cause some sort of displacement of the universe or something. She wouldn't put it past the magic of this town.
And then she hears Killian.
"Me-OW, Cat. Me-OW. It's not that hard to sound like an actual approximation of your species, you know. Me-OW."
Emma brings her fist to her mouth, biting down hard on the knuckle to stifle any sound from escaping. She is never going to let Killian live this down.
"Mew."
Her human pirate's forehead clunks down on the table with an audible sound.
Emma bursts out in laughter so hard her knees buckle and tears stream down her cheeks.
It's as if Pirate knows exactly what he's doing when he butts his head against the top of Killian's. Clearly he's won yet another of their arguments.