I think Adam and Eddie are trying to destroy my life. There's just this ruthless, ominous air about the whole show these past couple episodes. Anyone else been feeling it? But anyway, I think we're in desperate need of some laughter and Captain Swan fluff, so I very quickly came up with this. Everyone's going on about happy endings, and what could be happier than ice cream? (Unless you're lactose intolerant, which I am, but still)

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14. Vanilla

Emma's expression had passed right over surprised and was now verging on horrified. "What do you mean you don't like it? It's chocolate!"

She had already ordered her ice cream - chocolate with chocolate chips - but Killian was still on samples. She put the plastic soon back in her styrofoam cup, seeming to stare him down.

Instinctively, he took a step back, her defensiveness regarding the ice cream flavor leaving him confused and slightly scared. "Well, I mean, it's not so bad," he explained, searching for the right words. "I just wouldn't be able to eat a whole cup of it. It's rather sweet."

Emma glanced down at her cup, remembering that she'd been thinking of adding chocolate syrup to the already chocolate-overloaded treat. Physicists and nutritionists could study all they wanted; there would never be such a thing as too much chocolate. Hell, there would never be such a thing as enough chocolate.

"Mint was good, coffee was good, strawberry was good," Killian continued hesitantly, watching Emma's reactions. She flipped out about ice cream; there was no way to tell what would set her off next. "But I think I'll go with the first one I tried."

When Emma's spoon stopped halfway to her mouth, Killian gathered that he'd screwed up again. Her voice rose an octave in disbelief. "Vanilla? Are you serious?" She watched as the server handed him the cup.

And so, there he was, the devilishly handsome pirate, clad in leather, feared by many for his ruthless conduct, viscous swordsmanship, and lethal hook that stood as a constant reminder of the trials of his past and the vengeance of which he was capable.

And he was eating plain, white, delicate vanilla.

Once she started to laugh, Hook's tension lessened a bit. "Now what?" he asked, fully prepared to defend his ice cream choice.

She shrugged. "It's just, you're the furthest thing from vanilla."

His eyebrows drew together. "I don't quite follow." He found confusion a regular state when he was with Emma. "Would it help if I got those crushed chocolate cookie things on top?"

Well, it was something. "Wanna try the chocolate syrup?"

"Not really." From his face, she could tell the idea was less than appealing.

Maybe it was impossible to be exciting all the time, even for a pirate.

I know I still have one more prompt request, and I promise I will get to it, I just can't promise when. It's a poem, a beautiful one, and I want to do it justice!