Based on a Tumblr photo manipulation prompt by seastarved. The photo was of Emma covered in a red substance. This is what I came up with. Captain Swan.

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Emma leaned against the bathroom wall trying to gain control of her emotions. She looked in the mirror at the red stains coating her dress, neck, cheek, mouth, and even a few strands of hair and she felt tears spring to her eyes. She avoided the mirror as she stepped up to the sink and turned on the water. She started with her sticky red hands. She stared as the water diluted the crimson and turned it almost pink against the white porcelain before disappearing down the drain.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was Emma Swan, daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, Mother to the Truest Believer, Savior of Storybrooke and girlfriend of Captain Hook. She was strong, capable, independent and she should be able to make a god damn lasagna without falling to pieces!

Yet here she was almost crying in her bathroom over tomato sauce stains. Of course it wasn't really about the tomato sauce it was her spectacular failure at making what Regina had said was a "foolproof" recipe.

"Foolproof my ass." Emma muttered as she scrubbed at a stain on her dress. She had wanted their first night in their new home to be special. She had asked David to cover half her shift so she could beat Kilian home and make him dinner. She knew it wasn't something he expected,even if he was more traditional he had never suggested she change who she was, but she had wanted to do something to commemorate the occasion.

Emma had noticed how much Killian loved Regina's famous lasagna, devouring it whenever they ate at the mayor's house or there was a potluck, and she thought he would be impressed and honored if she learned how to make it for him. After much eye rolling and sassy comments Regina had talked her through the recipe. The former Evil Queen had made the process sound easy but when Emma had started making it herself it had quickly turned into a disaster.

"Emma? Are you here?" Killian's voice echoed through the small house and Emma cursed. He was home early. "Emm- Bloody hell! What happened?"

In her mind Emma saw the state of their kitchen. Flour sprinkled everywhere and caked in globs on one counter from where she made the noodles (Regina insisted store bought would never do). Ingredients scattered haphazardly on the other counters, discarded egg shells, spices, half chopped onions and celery, butter, milk, and various cheeses. The stove hadn't fared any better with a scorched pan from the beef she had accidentally forgotten and her tomato sauce splattered everywhere from the incident that had sent her rushing to the bathroom in the first place.

"Emma?" He called again. She heaved a sigh and tossed the red stained dish towel in the sink before walking out. "There you are!" he said with a wry smile that told Emma that she looked as disastrous as she felt.

Her eyes flashed at him, daring him to make a comment about the kitchen or her stained dress. But Killian had not survived 300 years by being imprudent. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. Taking in the slight redness of her eyes and the defiant tilt to her chin. He stepped closer, leading with his hips, his hand reaching up and wiping at her cheek, removing a spot of sauce with his thumb. He stuck it in his mouth and hummed appreciatively his eyebrows waggling suggestively.

"That tastes delicious love."

Emma let out a burst of laughter because she knew it tasted absolutely awful and he was just trying to make her feel better. He grinned back at her and she lunged at him pulling him in for a long, passionate, kiss, that she hoped told him just how much she loved him in that moment.

One kiss lead to another and soon the kitchen and her lasagna were forgotten along with her stained dress as they found a much more enjoyable way to commemorate their first night in their new place.