This is pure fluff with just a little bit (or maybe a lot) of jealous Killian. Inspired by the real MVP- the Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch sitting on top of my mini fridge in my dorm (it's currently the only food I have in this damn room).

Dedicated to everyone who loves food as much as Emma loves Killian.

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time (I'd probably have more groceries in my house if I did)

He awoke to banging. He instantly knew who was causing the ruckus - she had never been a morning person. A quick glance at the clock told him that she was running late, as he would be if he didn't get out of her ridiculously comfortable bed. He was taking Henry sailing today and the boy was always punctual; a trait he had most likely learned from Regina because it was most certainly not Emma.

Killian began to collect his discarded clothing from around the room. He hadn't planned on spending the night at the loft but Emma had been very persuasive last night. He was just finishing buttoning his shirt when he heard voices.

"Emma, what on Earth are you doing?" Mary Margaret called out. Killian heard Neal gurgle from her arms; sound really did carry in the loft. He was momentarily distracted by that idea and just how much her parents were hearing but Emma's voice pulled him out of his revere.

"Captain Crunch isn't here," Emma growled. More banging.

"That's what all this fuss is about; Captain Crunch?" Mary Margaret asked.

"No, of course not! It's about the fact that I'm late, and there was no more hot water in the shower, and I stubbed my toe, and all I want is Captain Crunch," Emma replied, voice rising in frustration.

"Emma," Mary Margaret started, and Killian could detect the humor in her voice, "is it that time of the month?"

"Mom," Emma roared.

"Sorry, sorry! Be quiet, you don't want to wake Hook," Mary Margaret replied, their voices getting so quiet he could no longer hear, which was good. He needed a minute.

Captain Hook did not get jealous easily; why would he? He was dashing, and charming, and devilishly handsome. He didn't need to be jealous.

Killian Jones was a different story.

Captain Hook was the man the world saw. Killian Jones was a man reserved for very few; Emma first and foremost. Killian Jones was insecure and jealous and prone to bouts of self-loathing, especially when it came to Emma.

Jealousy was the most prominent emotion as he stewed in her bedroom. Who was this "Captain Crunch?" Why had she mentioned him with such strong desire, such want? Why did she look for him when she had a bad morning? Why not Killian?

He knew what he had to do. He had spent nearly 300 years finding the crocodile's weakness, he could do the same for this Captain Crunch. He would fight and gladly perish for Emma's heart and no one would stand in his way.

Killian Jones was a man with a plan.

OOO

"Henry?" Killian called from his place at the wheel; watching the boy carefully as he adjusted the rigging.

"Yeah?" Henry replied as he stepped back to check his work. Killian could already tell it was perfect; the boy had taken to sailing quickly and it brought an indescribable pride to Killian. He had long ago begun to consider the boy his own and Killian was hoping he wasn't wrong when he sensed the boy looked to him like a father. Today, however, Killian didn't know where his loyalties would lie. Henry was intensely protective of Emma and he may be unwilling to divulge any information regarding Captain Crunch. Regardless, he had to try.

"Are there any other men in your mother's life?" Killian called out tentatively, attempting to feign disinterest.

"What?"

"This morning Mary Margaret and your mother were discussing someone by the name of Captain Crunch and I… I was wondering if… if she was previously involved with him and if there are any unresolved feelings between the two of them." Killian couldn't bring himself to look at the boy and chose to fix his gaze on the horizon instead.

"Wait a minute… you think that…" Henry suddenly went silent and Killian instantly turned towards the boy. He swore there was a trace of amusement in Henry's eyes before his face took on a more somber expression.

"You should speak to my mom about that," Henry said, his tone grave. Killian swallowed and attempted to find words but could only muster a nod before he turned away.

Of course that meant he couldn't see the massive grin that overtook Henry's face. The boy knew he would pay for it later, but this was just too good an opportunity to pass up.

OOO

The lad was right; he needed to talk to Emma.

Of course that was much easier now that he was slightly inebriated. He wasn't piss drunk, mind you, just drunk enough that his lips were loose enough to broach the topic of Captain Crunch. So that's how he ended up at the loft, banging on the door.

"Coming!" he heard her shout before the door swung open. She looked damn beautiful in her sweatpants and glasses, hair pulled atop her head. So beautiful he nearly forgot why he had come. But no, he had a task to complete and he wasn't leaving until he figured out this Captain Crunch business.

"Evening, Swan. Are your parents home?" Killian asked as he sauntered in. Judging from the quiet he already had his answer.

"No," Emma replied as she shut the door, confirming what he knew. "They're at Granny's with Neal. I didn't know you were coming over," she smiled as she kissed his cheek, moving past him to pick up a glass of wine from the counter.

"Expecting someone else were you?" Killian asked, barely able to keep his voice neutral. The look of pure confusion on her face did ease his mind a bit, but it wasn't enough.

"What?"

"I heard you this morning with your mother, talking about him," Killian growled the word and it took every ounce of self-restraint he had to not kiss her. Stake his claim on her heart. Let everyone know he was hers and she was his.

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about. Who's him?" Emma questioned, voice raising ever so slightly. He knew how she hated when she was accused of something. Emma had been on the defensive her whole life. Normally, he only wished to soothe her in these types of situations, but he was so damn worried about this captain that he couldn't see straight. She was the best thing in his life; his light. He couldn't lose her.

"Captain Crunch! And I asked Henry about him so don't you dare try and deny anything!" Killian shouted. He watched her face change; go from angry to confused before it suddenly clicked and then she did the damnedest thing.

She laughed.

Hard.

"Don't you dare laugh, Swan. This is serious business," Killian pressed, but she wasn't paying attention. She was opening a cupboard, still laughing, always laughing. She pulled out a red box and made her way back to him.

"Here," she said as she handed him the box, her laughter having given way to a large smile.

"I don't want this bloody box! Talk to me, Swan."

"Read it," she implored.

"We're discussing something important; I'm not going to…" But as the words were leaving his mouth Killian happened to glance down at the box in his hand and read what was spelled out in big white letters.

Cap'n Crunch.

"What is this?" he asked, voice barely a whisper.

"It's a breakfast cereal; my favorite breakfast cereal. It also comes in chocolate, peanut butter, and berry flavors," she smiled as she took the box out of his hands and placed it on the counter.

"A breakfast cereal?" Killian repeated sheepishly. He'd been jealous of a bloody breakfast cereal.

"Yes, although in all fairness that drawing does have something about it." She laughed as she gestured to the ridiculous cartoon man on the box before wrapping her arms around her neck. "Silly pirate, you know there's only one captain in my life."

"Me?" he smiled as he placed his forehead against hers.

"You."

And when he kissed her, he knew it was true. She was his just as totally and completely as he was hers. Nothing would change that fact, even if he lived another 300 years. They were a family.

Speaking of family.

"I am going to kill Henry."

There you go - abrupt ending, random drabble, and lots of fluff. I hope you all have a lovely rest of your week! If you want to check me out on tumblr it's .com and my Vine is forever once with the selfie that Jen posted for Colin's birthday as the profile picture. As always, reviews (positive or constructive), faves, and follows are always appreciated. Much love xxx ~ Kate