Chapter 10- Hooks and Breakfast Dont Mix

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Sorry I kind of messed up the numbers, this is actually chapter ten, and there probably won't be any more flashbacks for a while, this is kind of becoming less of a captainswan fanfic and more just kind of an everything in storybooke fanfic but it will still have lots of CS, just with the addition of ouatlawqueen ;) and snowing and rumbelle and maybe another ship >:) so anyways thank you for 206 reads as of this morning! I flipped out last night and figured I should update, so here is chapter 10! Hope you like it and shoutout to @hooksbooks for favouriting and to anyone else who voted ily thank you soo much<3
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HOOKS POV







When I woke up, Emma was quietly snoring, and the sun wasn't up yet, though the sky was turning a light red out the window. I checked the glowing box of letters which read 6:08, which, according to everyone in storybrooke, was way to early to wake up on a Saturday. I hopped out of bed and slipped on my bunny shoes, which snow had bought for me and insisted would look adorable, but I found just helped me stub my toes because I couldn't see over the blasted lop ears. The night clothes were admittedly pretty comfortable, and a little more movable then leather pants, which I had to trade out for skinny pants. They had the skinny, but they would never be my leather pants, which Emma had agreed I could wear when I went sailing. She had fallen asleep cuddled up in one of my sweaters, and her hair was a mess, but she looked beautiful. I headed over to the cold box to retrieve a couple heater pastries. Henry's books were spread out all over the table, as well as studies on the chapters, so I decided to eat my "strudel" as I examined whatever I had done. It was odd, because storybrooke was feeling even cooler lately, and I couldn't help but worry about the threat I had let loose. If anything ever hurt Emma, I would never forgive myself. Her and Henry were my everything, and if I lost them I knew I couldn't move on. The sudden pop scared the living daylights out of me, and I cursed these confounded electrical heater Emma insisted on. I reached for the pastry and shocked my hook. I unplugged the stupid thing and turned it upside down. The pastry was the only thing that stayed in, as dust and ashes and crumbs fell onto my plate. By this point I was already done trying, and popped open the icing packet and drank it instead.

"Hook, what are you doing?" Emma laughed, smiling at my attempts to make breakfast

"Sorry that I woke you love, but I can't stand these bloody electricals. This toaster thing almost shocked my brain," I complained, throwing the empty icing wrapper in the garbage. Emma laughed again, and unplugged the toaster, then pulling the strudel out with a pair of toaster tongs. She threw the charred snack in the garbage, and pulled out a frying pan and some eggs. Soon, after she had taught me about the heating and controls, we were sitting on the couch together, eating eggs with mashed tomatoes or "ketchup". It wasn't terrible for a mix of vegetables and sugars, and it seemed to go well with the fried yellow pieces, so I enjoyed it. Emma cuddled up into my shoulder and turned on Peter Pan. I still could not get over the terrible look they had given to me, and how they made pan seem. Little devil turned good, and I ended up being chased by a crocodile. Emma loved watching me frown at the tv, something about my reactions made her smile, so I didn't mind.

"Hey hook?" She asked as pan and I fueled aboard my ship,"will you please talk to Robin? Regina is really worried."

Regina wasn't my favourite person, but I knew that true love was more important, and if Emma left me one day for someone else, id want to know why, after gutting whoever he was and sending him through a time portal.

"Anything for you love, I'll be heading down through that way anyways. I'll see if I can find him in the woods somewhere."

She kissed me on the cheek, and we went back to watching the movies, her laughing anytime I reacted to the ugly curly hair and huge moustaches.

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