She’s A Marvel

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this is a belated birthday gift to my wonderful friend and muse @princessjoneswan – she’s been wanting to see this for a long time, and how fitting that Colin himself mentioned that anything having to do with a Captain Swan wedding would probably involve the Jolly Roger. Because his ship and his Swan, they’re both marvels. Rated T.

(also on ff.net and ao3)

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“Thanks
for your help, mate,” Killian says and hands David a bottle of
beer. To him, it’s still odd that  any other libation than rum and
wine comes in a bottle – beer should be in barrels, really – but
this is the 21^st century, and besides, it has its perks.
He kept those bottles in a bucket with cold water aboard his ship,
and so they have an acceptable temperature.

David
wipes the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and takes the
offered bottle, eyeing his daughter’s boyfriend with mild suspicion.
“What was this really about?”

Killian
scratches behind his ear. “Uh, what?” he frowns and fetches a
bottle for himself. “I don’t…”

“Oh,
come on,” David interrupts and plops the swing top of the bottle
open. “Out with it, Hook. You’ve navigated this ship alone for
quite some time, you could have done that bit of handiwork alone. You
didn’t really need my help.”

“Alright,
alright, you got me.” Killian opens his bottle, too, and tilts his
head. “I was doing you a favor. With your little one teething I
thought you could use a bit of–”

“Killian.”
Oddly enough, David is one of the people who still call him by his
old moniker most of the time, even though he is – there’s no use
denying it – his best friend. Maybe because he is. They are
so comfortable with their friendship now that they can say almost
everything to each other without it being offensive. They have
developed that routine of friendly throwing around nicknames like
Hook, prince, mate, pirate that it actually stands out
whenever David calls Killian by his first name. Mostly it’s a sign of
seriousness.

Killian
sighs and knows that he can’t delay the moment any longer, and anyway
– David is right. There was a reason why he lured him on the Jolly
Roger on this hot summer afternoon under the pretext of “needing
a hand” with some repair work. “You’re quite the perceptive
prince,” he grumbles and puts down his bottle while David patiently
waits, an amused grin on his face.

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