Summary: After several years living in Storybrooke, Killian has adapted quite well to the modern world, becoming an expert in the use of technology. When Snow and David return from a camping weekend, Emma and Killian decide to emulate Emma’s parents and a challenge arises between them to see if they are able to spend an entire weekend without electricity. Canon compliant/future.
A/N: I still can’t believe it, but it’s here! After several months working on this story, it’s time to finally post my small contribution to Captain Swan Little Bang 2018. First of all, I’d like to express my gratitude to the mods for making this possible and for giving me the opportunity to participate. Hannah, @hookedonapirate , thank you so much for your dedication, for all your help, and for your suggestions. In short, thanks for being such an amazing beta. I’d also like to thank @giraffes-ride-swordfishes for your suggestions and for contributing with your wonderful fan art. I’m so in love with the illustration… the sky, the effect of the fire, Emma’s hair… everything is perfect.
My last thanks go to @saraswans , I will never be able to thank you enough for everything you do for me, especially with this story. You better than anyone else know how much I’ve struggled with this fic. This wouldn’t be the same without your constant support. Thanks also to @suwya , for your words of encouragement and for taking a look at the first part.
Here we go… I hope you like it 🙂
Pirate Tech
The Challenge
The first clear sign that Killian had begun to adapt to the modern world and the use of technologies came one day when Emma had arrived home from her shift at the station. She hadn’t expected to see her husband and son at home because, in the words of her own husband, the lad and I are going to practice some sword fighting, love.
The image that she found when opening the front door was surprising. In fact, Killian and Henry were practicing, but what she didn’t expect was that the sword fighting took place in their own living room, and, even less, that they were practicing through a damn video game.
Her husband was fully involved in the game, sitting on the edge of the couch, his jaw clenched, muscles tense. His hand and hook were forcefully gripping the adapted control as he stared at the screen with a steel look that held the ability to intimidate the fiercest rival.
Her son, on the other hand, didn’t offer a better image; his gaze was focused on the image on the screen while his fingers moved frantically on the control keys.
“That was a dirty move, lad. Bad form,” Killian groaned under his breath without taking his eyes off the screen.
Henry chuckled at his side. “I had a good teacher.” And just like that, her son disarmed the pirate and proclaimed himself the winner. Virtual winner, that is.
A few months later, Henry ventured off to find his own story, leaving the house sad and lonely. Her husband’s new hobby lasted but Emma could tell how heavy Henry’s absence lingered in those moments. Maybe that’s why she decided to replace Henry in those fights, to accompany Killian, who seemed lost without Henry at his side. She would never admit it out loud, but she thought maybe there could be another reason, or maybe not. Maybe she found the fact that she could finally defeat the dreaded Captain Hook in a sword fight, revitalizing.
So, i wrote a thing. And then when I went to post it is uploaded the wrong file so this is the correct and final version … which I might continue but that all depends on my muse.
Anyway, it’s a Enchanted Forest AU. There’s no curse but don’t look for a reason why there was no curse. This is mostly angst mixed with fluff and sexy times. Definitely rated M. Basically my muse wanted to re-imagine what kind of princess Emma would be if she grew up in the Enchanted Forest and wanted to rebel against her parents.
It was the middle of the afternoon and the late autumn wind
threatened to blow her hood back and expose her identity to anyone that took
notice of her. She gripped the rough fabric and held it tightly at her neck,
lowering her head as she darted through the crowds. The anticipation of getting
to the ship tingled throughout her body and when she finally spotted the tall
masts her heart leapt in a way that she would never admit to anyone, least of
all him.
As she approached the ship she spotted the First Mate of The
Jolly Roger and pulled back her cloak just slightly so he could recognize her.
He tilted his head as an invitation to come aboard and ushered her towards the
entrance to the Captain’s quarters.
“Good to see you, Mr. Smee,” she said.
“Always an honor, Princess,” he replied with a smile.
“Any idea how long you’ll be in port this time?” she asked.
“That’s a question for the captain, milady,” he replied.
Emma smiled sweetly to hide her disappointment. A question for the captain, indeed. One
that she most certainly couldn’t ask. She had already kept him waiting two
days, if she let on that she had any interest in him staying in port for a
considerable length of time then she would lose any upper hand that she had
gained by her delay.
She had to come to him. They both knew that. It would be far
too dangerous for him to sneak into her parent’s castle, even if it were under
the cover of night. Secrecy was a
necessity of their relationship but it didn’t make her hate it any less that
she had to be the one to seek him out. She was thinking as much as she
descended the small but steep staircase into his quarters and heard the door
above her be shut and locked. She turned to find Captain Killian Jones –
Captain Hook as he was better known – lounging in a chair with his feet propped
on the table in front of him.
“I was starting to wonder if my raven got lost on its way to
find you,” he said.
“I received it,” she replied coolly. ”You think I have
nothing to do than wait for you to grace our docks?”
“Lucky you found the time today,” he said. “Our stores are
replenished and we set sail in the morning.”
A pang of … what was it? Regret? Anger? Hurt? Whatever it was it took ahold of her and her
own heart betrayed her. The feeling must have been plain to see on her face
because the pirate was suddenly on his feet and the carefree tone in his voice
was replaced by one of concern.
“We have all day, Emma,” he said as he held out his hand to
her. “Come here, love.”
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