Just a little drabble
Author: sulopez
Rating: PG
Characters and Pairings: Emma Swan, August W. Booth, Henry Mills, Emma/August and mentions of Jiminy/Red
Summary: August and Emma take care of Pongo for a few days.
Warnings: Just a large amout of adorableness.
Author's Notes: I just couldn't resist on writing something based on this gif. And I'm not even sorry.
Link to Tumblr
Something isn’t right. There are little puffs of smelly air tickling Emma’s nose and she takes a mental note to tell August that his morning breath stinks. When she finally dares to open her eyes, however, the eyes gazing upon her are huge and brown and fuck, there’s a dog panting right onto her face.
“Holy shit!”
Emma shoos the dog out of the bed, cursing her life and Jiminy’s. Couldn’t he and Red take the dog with them on their vacation?
August stirs in his sleep and she throws a pillow to his face. He wakes up, disoriented, his hair sticking up in every direction.
“What’s wrong?”
“This dog is wrong,” Emma retorts. “Why is he even in our bed?”
August’s expression softens and he pets the dog’s head. “He doesn’t like to sleep alone.”
“Well, Henry wanted him to sleep in his room, and you didn’t let him.”
Her words fall in deaf ears, because August is already paying attention to Pongo. Emma grunts and proceeds to leave the bed.
“Where are you going?” August asks.
“To work.”
“But today is my birthday.” His face is pleading, like when Henry really wants a second dessert.
“I guess you’ve already got all you need right there,” she states, sarcastically and pointing to the dog.
Emma makes her way to the bathroom to get ready for work. When she comes back into the bedroom, August is sitting on the edge of the bed, with Pongo by his side, looking at him intently. Emma scoffs and passes right by him.
“Hey, not even a kiss?”
Emma pretends not to listen and only looks back at him, when she’s with one step out the door.
“You’ll kiss me, right?” She hears August mumble to the dog. Pongo starts licking his face. “Yeah, you’re a good boy.”
In that moment, Henry comes rushing into hers and August’s room and jumps on the bed to play with the dog as well, without so much as a “good morning” thrown in her direction.
Looking upon her little family, Emma can’t help but smile to herself. Even if the dog has kind of replaced her.
Men and their pets.
Rating: PG
Characters and Pairings: Emma Swan, August W. Booth, Henry Mills, Emma/August and mentions of Jiminy/Red
Summary: August and Emma take care of Pongo for a few days.
Warnings: Just a large amout of adorableness.
Author's Notes: I just couldn't resist on writing something based on this gif. And I'm not even sorry.
Link to Tumblr
Something isn’t right. There are little puffs of smelly air tickling Emma’s nose and she takes a mental note to tell August that his morning breath stinks. When she finally dares to open her eyes, however, the eyes gazing upon her are huge and brown and fuck, there’s a dog panting right onto her face.
“Holy shit!”
Emma shoos the dog out of the bed, cursing her life and Jiminy’s. Couldn’t he and Red take the dog with them on their vacation?
August stirs in his sleep and she throws a pillow to his face. He wakes up, disoriented, his hair sticking up in every direction.
“What’s wrong?”
“This dog is wrong,” Emma retorts. “Why is he even in our bed?”
August’s expression softens and he pets the dog’s head. “He doesn’t like to sleep alone.”
“Well, Henry wanted him to sleep in his room, and you didn’t let him.”
Her words fall in deaf ears, because August is already paying attention to Pongo. Emma grunts and proceeds to leave the bed.
“Where are you going?” August asks.
“To work.”
“But today is my birthday.” His face is pleading, like when Henry really wants a second dessert.
“I guess you’ve already got all you need right there,” she states, sarcastically and pointing to the dog.
Emma makes her way to the bathroom to get ready for work. When she comes back into the bedroom, August is sitting on the edge of the bed, with Pongo by his side, looking at him intently. Emma scoffs and passes right by him.
“Hey, not even a kiss?”
Emma pretends not to listen and only looks back at him, when she’s with one step out the door.
“You’ll kiss me, right?” She hears August mumble to the dog. Pongo starts licking his face. “Yeah, you’re a good boy.”
In that moment, Henry comes rushing into hers and August’s room and jumps on the bed to play with the dog as well, without so much as a “good morning” thrown in her direction.
Looking upon her little family, Emma can’t help but smile to herself. Even if the dog has kind of replaced her.
Men and their pets.