Author’s note: My posting day has arrived! Thanks to all the amazing people who put @cscocktoberfest together! This was a blast to write. I wanted to do something a little different, so I hope you enjoy it. The story is set in the Only For One Night verse, but I don’t think it’s necessary to have read that before reading this. I don’t want to spoil it too much, but think Season 4 finale. On with the show!
Summary: Princess Emma of Misthaven wakes up imprisoned in a tower, with no memory of how she got there. Her only hope is for her husband, Captain Killian Jones, to find her. But what if he’s not the man she knew?
The sound of wood scraping on stone roused her from her
doze. Emma blinked, the smell of the disgusting gruel assaulting her nose. She
fought back the gag that tried to claw its way up her throat; she didn’t have
any other choice. The gruel and stale bread were all she had. Regardless of how
awful it smelled, her stomach demanded nourishment. With a groan, she crawled
on her hands and knees over to the door. The chains that bound her wrists were
just long enough for her to reach the bowl. She gathered it to her chest then
backed away from the door as quickly as she could.
As she wolfed down her revolting meal, she wondered for the
hundredth time just where she was. How long she’d been there. How she’d gotten
there. She had no memories of being kidnapped or attacked in anyway. One day,
she’d simply woken up in this tower. It had one window; she could see the sea.
That sight was the only thing that comforted her. She’d tried everything she
could think of to free herself, or at least, she thought she had. She had no
magic, for some reason; she wondered if the cuffs that bound her, blocked her
powers. Half the time she swore her mind was playing tricks on her. Sometimes
she wondered if any of this was real. Days seemed to bleed together; time had
no meaning.
She missed her husband. She missed her son. Killian must be looking for her; he would never
give up. He would be out of his mind with worry. Unless the Dark One…no, she
couldn’t think like that. Killian was out there, searching. She would see him
again. She kept waiting for the Jolly
Roger to appear at her window, her pirate entering like an avenging angel.
Canon divergent
smut set somewhere in 3b. The details aren’t important. This was originally
written for an abandoned modern au fic but when @initialacalls for smut and
you’ve got some sitting around that’s never going to see the light of day
otherwise then by god you rip it out and turn it into something resembling a
one-shot. ~1800 words.
It’s meaningless, she tells herself even as she knows it’s useless. Just some meaningless sex. Nothing more.
She’s a little out of practice but for awhile there — before Henry, before
Storybrooke, before finding her parents and being the Saviour — one-night
stands were as far as she ever went. They’re easy. She knows what they feel like, how they kiss, how they
touch, what they want. And right now, that familiar rhythm, that simple pattern
of pleasure, is everything she needs.
Kissing
Hook is nice and all — don’t get her wrong, he’s fucking great at it. Good
pressure, not overly eager with the tongue, and his thumb tracing circles at
her hip like he’s keeping himself from sliding his hand up her shirt through
force of will alone.
But just
kissing isn’t enough right now, and she’s not looking for slow.
Killian watches Swan—or whoever the bloody hell she is—disappear
into the shadows and his jaw clenches. The pirate in him wants to shake off the
anger he feels and go into the tavern to find a wench to prove he doesn’t care
about being blown off while the gentleman in him wants to insist on following
the Swan girl home so nothing happens to her. She’ll not allow him—he barely
talked her into allowing for him to escort her this far—which means he’d have
to follow without her knowledge. But something tells him she’d find him out and
he doesn’t wish to feel like more a fool than he already does.
Emma could remember fingers tangled in her curls, the weight of a hand settling on the small of her back, a smile meant only for her eyes. To have a soft kiss pressed against her lips, tentative and sweet, to share each other’s breath. Emma knew what it was to have someone by her side until he’d been taken away.
She’s spent near to half her life watching the horizon line, waiting for the tides to bring back what the sea once claimed.
Killian looked down at his hands, stained crimson with his brother’s blood, before staring across the deck as the pirate ship left his shattered world in its wake, and wondered what they could possibly have stood to gain from his loss.
He’s lost everything, his family, his love, even his hand. The one thing he believes he can- no, will – get back is his ship.
If no one else would do anything, Henry certainly would. He was going to save his mother, and the way he saw it, there was only one person in the entirety of Fort Charles that could possibly help him. Someone who had nothing to lose but his life, and everything to gain.
He doesn’t know much about the world beyond the stories he reads, but he’s determined to save the person he loves most.
A Captain Swan story, based on Pirates of the Caribbean.
Rating: T
Content Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Minor Character Death
AN: Thanks, as always, to my amazing beta @huffleporg and @prongsie for their help. This story wouldn’t be here without you guys.
Or so Liam always said, but Killian knew better. The man was three sheets to the wind, as usual, and no amount of Liam’s polite euphemisms would be enough to convince him otherwise. At thirteen, Killian saw a lot more than his older brother would like, and understood more than he was given credit for. He knew the man was well and truly pissed and wouldn’t see daylight for several hours more.
He also knew Liam’s task would keep him away from the forge for most of the afternoon, which meant Killian had time to play.
And we’re off! Join Hook and Henry as they take to the high seas after Emma to save her from Gold’s nefarious plans. Emma gets a terrifying glimpse as to what the reasoning behind her capture was and we can’t wait to see her reunion with Ki- err Hook! We loved those glimpses into Emma and Killian’s past and really loved how bits of both lores are woven into this story! Take a look!
AN: Oh my goodness…it has been a while fam squad, and for that I am sorry. The muse has not been well lately, but I think she’s slowly making a comeback. A massive thank you to @cscocktoberfest and all those in charge of the event for making this possible. I’ve had a blast being a part of this! Please make sure to go support everyone else involved in the event. Everyone has done such an amazing job!! Massive shout out to @kymbersmith-90 for helping with this concept, @artistic-writer for helping with the title, and of course the wonderful @thejollyroger-writer for coming in clutch as my beta!! Hope you all enjoy! All the love!!
Summary: Emma Swan is a smart woman, or so she thought. Perhaps living with the man she has silently been in love with for the last ten years was not the smartest move on her end.
Emma knew this was a bad idea, she was modest enough to admit she was a smart woman. And smart women do not agree to become roommates with hot men, especially with one whom she has secretly been in love with for the last 10 years. Yet, here she decided to live with her best friend, Killian Jones.
Summary: Emma just wants to take a shower and wash the tension of the day away. By herself. But of course, Killian can’t have that—not when he’s the one who could be relieving her stress. This is a recipe for disaster.
A/N: So @distant-rose has always longed for a shower fic wherein the actual hazards of shower sex are addressed, so this is my attempt to fill that void (and it seemed like it fit the bill of @cscocktoberfest). It ended up a bit more feelz-y than slapstick, but hopefully it’s close to what you’re after! [And thank you to @optomisticgirl for looking it over!!!]
There was only one way to end a long, tiring day like today. Well, there were probably a couple, but Emma had settled on the one that involved the fewest number of people.
The shower stream was falling wet and hot around her, soothing her sore muscles and clearing her mind. She ran her hands through her hair, over her face, and continued to trail them down her body until she got to the other part that needed a release of its own, and went about taking care of that as well.
She was so lost in her self-ministrations, starting to fall apart to the press of her fingers against her clit and elsewhere, that she didn’t notice the door to the bathroom open, or the brush of cold air when the shower curtain briefly parted.
It wasn’t until the sweaty, grimy body hugged her from behind that she was pulled out of her brief reverie.
“Having all the fun without me, love?” Killian murmured in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist and settled his chin on her shoulder.
Emma jumped at the contact. “Killian!” she immediately complained, arching away from him as much as possible and and nearly scratching herself in the process. “What the hell? I was trying to get clean!”
“You don’t honestly expect me to believe that; do you, darling?” he purred, holding onto her even tighter. “What with your hands in your—”
“Ugh!” She grabbed his forearms and pried them apart, stumbling forward as she broke out of his embrace. “Why are you so gross?”
“Me?” He feigned innocence as he stepped into the falling water. “Don’t be such a prude, love, especially when you were the one—”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. The way the water ran over his chest, pooling in his collarbones and then falling down the planes of his pectorals, only made her more keenly aware of the fact that she’d been interrupted. “Why are you covered in dirt?”
Summary: Emma Swan didn’t remember him, but Captain Hook remembered her – intimately. Words: 750 Rating: M for self pleasure Notes: Set during season 3B in the Enchanted Forest. This is smutty for @cscocktoberfest and angsty just because. You can read my other CS Coctoberfest contribution here: Pictures of You on AO3. And if you like this, please check out my original novels on Amazon. They’re cheap – less than a grande pumpkin spice latte for both of them!
Hook took off his heavy leather coat and threw it over the small chair in his room, thankful that he and his crew would be able to sleep in an inn. Their heist on the road meant they had enough riches to spare a night in an inn with actual beds. It wasn’t the same as his ship, but it was something – at least for now.
But Hook was determined to get his ship back. Being in the Enchanted Forest again just reminded him that he was a captain, and a captain who needed his ship. This piracy on the road was amateur. He wasn’t just some common thief. He heard of a man that had become notorious for stealing from the rich, someone named Robin Hood. But those stories didn’t impress Hook for so many reasons.
He continued to undress, taking off all of his clothes before climbing under the heavy down blanket on the uncomfortable bed. At least he was able to get his own room. After all, even without the Jolly Roger, he was still their captain.
But he laid awake, staring at the ceiling. He missed the rocking of his ship at night. He missed his bed.
He missed Emma.
“There’s not a day will go by that I won’t think of you.”
The words rang in his head, words he couldn’t forget because he couldn’t forget her.
There were nights like tonight when Hook couldn’t sleep and he would think of her. He wondered where she was and what she was doing. What kind of life she had created with Henry by her side.
What kind of man she was with now.
That was the worst thought of them all because the man she should be with was him. She just couldn’t remember that. But he did, just like he remembered her silky blonde hair, her lips on his, her hands pulling at his collar, forcing him closer to her.
Hook’s hand drifted lower, making him thankful he had this room to himself. He hadn’t had much privacy since returning to the Enchanted Forest, which also meant he hadn’t had much privacy to think about Emma the way he had wanted to think about her.
He grabbed his cock, thick and hard in his hand. Memories of Emma had wound him up so much over the past few months that this wouldn’t take long. And he had a lot of memories he had stored up for a moment like this.
Seeing her standing on the deck of the Jolly Roger, her black sweater hugging the curves that he wished he could’ve caressed.
On the beach, her eyes fiery, her determination fierce. “Actually, I quite fancy you from time to time when you’re not yelling at me.” He fancied her many more times than that.
His pace quickened, his hand speeding up as he bit his lower lip, trying to stop his moans. The boys saw him walk in alone. They knew he hadn’t been with a wench since they had returned to the forest, but they had never questioned why. He didn’t need them to start now, especially in an inn with thin walls.
But he kept going, thinking of her, of the way his feelings for her seemed to spill off his tongue in that cave, or the way his name sounded from her lips. She didn’t yell Baelfire’s name in the Dark Hallows. She yelled his.
“Hook!”
Desperate and wanting. Just as he felt now.
His hand sped up, his breathing erratic, his mind focused on his thoughts of Emma. Her hair, her skin, her strength and power.
He desperately stayed quiet as his body tensed and he finally sent himself over the edge in an explosion of passion for a woman that wasn’t there.
Hook laid there, sweaty and sticky, waiting for his breath to finally calm again, his heart to beat normally.
Although would it ever really beat normally without Emma?
He got up and poured some water from a pitcher into a small basin on a table in the corner, letting it wash over his hand before cleaning up the rest of his mess.
He couldn’t live like this forever, couldn’t be haunted by her ghost when she couldn’t even remember he existed. There had to be a way to get to her and make her remember. Hook was a pirate and a captain who was desperate to find what had been lost to him. First, he was going to find the Jolly Roger, and with his ship, he was going to find Emma Swan.
“Finally…” Killian sighed in
relief as he and Emma stumbled into their bedroom after the Final Battle. It
was the first time they’d been alone together since saying their vows and they
were both keen to consummate their marriage.
“Eager are you, Captain?” Emma
teased, using his hook to lead him over to the bed.
“Always.” he chuckled, capturing
her lips and pulling her down with him onto the bed.
“What do you want to do tonight?”
she asked, breathing a little more heavily as they pulled apart to catch their
breath.
“Anything you desire, my Swan.”
he replied, placing gentle kisses on her neck.
“Anything?” she repeated.
He looked up at her with a curious smirk,
“Aye, anything. What do you have in mind?”
Well, here it is, my submission for CS Cocktoberfest. It is unbetad so all mistakes are my own and there could be a lot since I rushed on the last half. Sorry about the cheesy title, I’m terrible at them.
In Her Dreams
Killian hauled himself up the stairs, huffing in exhaustion from his double shift at the hospital. He needed a shower and probably something to eat, but most of all, he needed to see his roommate. He was flooded with disappointment when he realized that she was most likely in bed. Finally reaching his door, he turned the key in the lock and sighed in relief to, at last, be home. The apartment wasn’t much, but it was home. He shut the door and placed his heavy bag in the corner. When he turned around, he was greeted with a heavenly sight. Emma was asleep on the couch. His heart swelled with affection at the thought that she had tried to stay up for him. Quietly, he padded to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. She would never forgive him if he woke her from a restful sleep.
Thoughts of Emma flooded his mind. They had been roommates for two years and four months and he had been in love with her for two years and three months. She had found her way under his skin and into his heart so fast that he didn’t know what to do the day he realized what he felt for her was love. It was a complicated situation, considering they lived together and Emma was skittish when it came to relationships. He didn’t want to lose her, so he settled for being her friend and pining for her in secret.
Killian stepped out of his room, dressed in a white tee shirt and cotton plaid sleep pants. He needed to unwind from his long day, so he gingerly lifted Emma’s feet and sat down at the end of the couch, placing her feet in his lap. He turned on the t.v. for some mindless drabble and melted into the comfortable cushion. Emma stirred a bit, eyes still shut. He forced his eyes away from her perfect form back to the screen.
“Killian,” she gasped out.
“Aye, love, sorry to wake you.” He turned his head to meet her gorgeous green eyes, but was puzzled when her lids were still tightly closed, like she was in distress. A moan escaped her lovely throat.
“Yes,” she spoke again, almost sensually. His eyes shot down to her hips that had begun rolling in an alluring fashion. “Killian,” she exhaled. “Don’t stop,” she begged breathily.
Killian’s jaw just about came unhinged. She was having a sex dream about him. And, apparently, she talked in her sleep. Killian felt his own arousal coursing through him at the sight. He wanted her so much and amazingly she wanted him too, at least in her dreams. He hoped not just in her dreams. Her head slowly thrashed back and forth as she pinched her eyebrows together. Her hand rose to her silky blonde locks as she released a heavy sigh. Killian’s own breathing picked up. He felt her foot brush against his nearly painful erection and he couldn’t help the groan that slipped out. She moaned louder, her hand gliding along her pert nipple, hidden under a thin black tank top.
“I’m… I’m,” was the last thing she uttered before she gasped and her eyes flew open.
He didn’t know what to do, so he froze, unable to take his eyes off her. He would wait for her to gain her senses, knowing that she would be mortified if she knew what had just happened. He tried to school his features, but he was entirely too turned on. He must look completely wrecked because that’s how he felt.
CS
Emma blinked furiously, her blood slowing as she took in her surroundings. The couch, she must have fallen asleep waiting for Killian to come home. Something felt different, her feet were propped up on something. She looked down to them, then followed a path up to the source. The star of her erotic dream was at the other end staring at her intently. His eyes were a darker shade of blue than she had ever seen them before. They were burning into hers with an intensity that sent a shock through her spine, down to where she craved him. She had been so close in the dream, Killian slamming into her at a punishing pace. His scruff burning the skin of her neck deliciously as he whispered obscene desires into her ear, occasionally nipping at it.
“That’s it, Swan, squeeze my cock,” he coaxed. “Scream my name as I fuck you into oblivion,” he demanded forcefully. She had every intention of doing that when she was suddenly ripped away from her fantasy. Just the memory had her worked up again.
She sat up, pulling her feet from his lap. His gaze was still fixated on her. Oh, God, did he know? Emma felt panic rise within her. She had been told in the past that she talked in her sleep. She dropped her eyes, unable to face him, but also unable to move.
CS
Killian knew that he had failed in trying to hide his reaction when her eyes flickered down. All he could do now was attempt to reassure her that he was more than okay with her dreaming about him.
“Swan,” he croaked out.
“Did I talk in my sleep?” she interrupted. Her panicked eyes met his again. He cleared his throat, Emma taking that as an affirmation as she moved to jump off the couch. Killian wrapped his hand around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She shyly turned her face to him.
“And it was the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed.” She inhaled at his praise. “I don’t know how you haven’t noticed, Emma, but I have wanted you for a long, long, time. I was always too afraid to admit my feelings because I didn’t want to risk what we had. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you because I was selfish in my desire for you.” Emma gasped at his admission. “I know dreams don’t always reflect reality, love, but if you feel as I do, I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t give this a chance.” He waited on bated breath as she considered his words, chewing on her lip as she did. She lowered herself down to the couch, a small victory.
“I…” she started cautiously. “haven’t been in a relationship in years. I’m not sure I know how to be a part of one anymore. All of my past relationships have ended in disaster.”
His anxiety was growing with every word she uttered. A single tear slipped down her cheek. Was it a happy tear, born from bottled up emotions? Or was it a sad tear because she was going to ask him to move out? His eyes darted back and forth between hers, waiting for her answer.
“But I want to try, with you.” After releasing the breath he’d been holding, he surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. The feeling of finally tasting her was overwhelming. He moved his mouth over hers, smiling at her eager response. She rose onto her knees, moving closer to him in an attempt to deepen the kiss. He ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. She opened for him and he darted in, tangling his tongue with hers. He groaned at the sweet, slightly minty taste of her mouth. Emma lifted one of her knees and swung it over his legs, lowering herself into his lap. Her hands were instantly in his hair, raking her fingers through it. Killian couldn’t decide where to place his hands, so he explored her amazing body. Her silky locks, her alluring hips and her supple behind. He wanted more. He pulled his mouth from hers only to lavish her neck with his lips and tongue. She began rutting her hips against him, causing him to grunt into her heated flesh. The extra sensation had Killian seeing stars. Emma moaned above him when he nipped at her pulse point.
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Emma’s skin burned everywhere Killian touched, kissed and licked. She could feel him, hard and wanting between her legs and it sent a thrill through her. Killian had no idea, but she had wanted this for longer than she cared to admit. She felt his hands slip under her top and moaned at the thought of his palms kneading her breasts so she hurried the process along by breaking the kiss only to rid herself of the offending material. Killian gazed at the sight before him. He reached out and slowly ran his fingers down her breast, thumb grazing her rosey nipples. Then he urged her forward and Emma let slip an “oh,” as his lips wrapped around her pebbled flesh. He alternated between flicking his tongue over it and sucking on it.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her bud. He kissed his way across her chest to give her other breast the same attention. Emma rutted her center hard against him, climbing higher and getting impossibly wetter. Her fingers itched to touch his bare chest. She lowered her hands from his hair to grasp the hem of his shirt, pulling it until it slid over his head. She gazed at the hard planes of his chest, covered in a smattering of curly hair. Her eyes followed the dark, thin trail that traced over his toned abs and disappeared into the waist of his pants. She bit her lip in anticipation. Running her fingers up through his soft, curly chest hair, Emma met his eyes again.
Running her hand down his chest, Emma felt a familiar tingle as her hands ran over his muscular abdomen. Sliding her hand down further she was pleased to find Killian was already hard.
“Not so fast, lass,” Killian said in a breathy tone, “ladies first.”
Killian kissed her neck lustily, shifting to seat Emma on the couch, then continued the kisses down to her breasts, stomach, and finally dropping to his knees in front of her. He locked eyes with Emma as he tucked his fingers into the hem of her shorts, pulling both them and her panties down her legs. Slipping his hands behind her knees, he pulled her to the end of the couch. Emma’s breath caught in her throat as he urged her knees apart. Emma closed her eyes as his head dipped to kiss her sex. She gasped when she felt his tongue circle her clit, slowly at first, picking up speed as he flicked his tongue over her sensitive bud.
CS
Killian could only become more enthusiastic hearing the moan he elicited from her pretty lips. Breathing in her scent he moved his tongue down to circle her entrance. Reveling in her taste he flicked his tongue inside her. Moving back up to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, flicking both the tip and back of his tongue rapidly back and forth over it. To his pleasure she arched her back and let out a shriek of pleasure that only intensified his desire.
Sliding a finger inside her, Killian quickly found her G-spot and began to massage it while flicking the tip of his tongue over Emma’s clit. As she pushed his head harder against her, Killian slid another finger into her. She moaned with pleasure to give her consent. Killian took momentary leave from her clit to swirl his tongue around her nipple, all the while continuing to finger her G-spot.
Moving his mouth back down to her clit, Killian, swirled his tongue in circles, continuing to work with his fingers. He could feel her getting more and more wet, and couldn’t help but notice the scruff around his chin was slick with her juices. Killian began to increase the intensity of his finger, and tongue movements, and was rewarded with more cries of pleasure. He could feel her walls start to flutter so he knew she was close. Emma arched her back again and pushed Killian harder against her. Not letting up, he continued until she screamed while squeezing around his fingers and went limp against the back of the couch. Killian rose to the couch to kiss her, her wetness still on his lips.
CS
Emma had never experienced an orgasm that intense before in her life. She was working hard to slow her breathing when she turned to face him. He was looking pretty pleased with himself, which he had every right to. Her eyes flicked to his pants and licked her lips at the sight of his very noticeable erection. He followed her gaze, then stood and offered his hand to her.
“There will be plenty of time for that, Swan. Right now, I don’t think I can wait to have you.” The burning desire she saw in his dark, hazy eyes, gave her no pause. She let him pull her up, where she was met with a passionate and slightly tangy kiss. “Your room or mine?” he teased, arching his eyebrows.
“Yours,” she spoke against his lips. “Closer.” Killian chuckled at her inability to form sentences. They made their way down the hall as one unit, their lips never separating.
Emma hopped on the bed as Killian stripped off his remaining clothes, her desire growing as she watched his cock bobbing proudly.
“See something you like, love?” he asked with a salacious lopsided grin.
Emma crooked her finger, beckoning him to join her on the bed. He crawled over her body and into the cradle of her thighs. His face suddenly turned serious and Emma placed her hand on his cheek. “Hey, what is it?” she asked, concerned.
“Emma,” he seemed to hesitate to finish his thought. “This isn’t just sex for me. I…,”
“Hey, it’s a good thing we’re not having sex tonight then.” Confusion etched in his features as he waited for an explanation. “Tonight, we’re making love.” He beamed at her declaration, capturing her lips in a kiss that convinced her he returned her feelings. “Make love to me, Killian,” she whispered against his mouth.
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Killian did not need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid into her tight, wet walls. A shudder ran through his spine when he was fully sheathed in her heat. He gave her a moment to adjust to her size, eyes locked on hers. He felt her hips push into him, signaling that she was ready for him to start moving. Killian pulled almost completely out then slammed back in, watching for any signs of discomfort. Instead he was delighted to her a sensuous moan slip from her lips. He repeated the movement, each time picking up speed.
“Harder, Killian, fuck me harder,” she rasped out. Hearing her huskily demand to be fucked into the bed had him growling into her neck. He reached for her knee and placed it against his shoulder gaining him greater purchase and the ability to hit her deeper with each thrust. Her moans turned into full on cries as she grasped one of the posts on his headboard as the headboard itself was slamming into the wall, hopefully not causing any damage, but that was the last thing on Killian’s mind as his Emma was falling apart underneath him. He felt her walls begin to flutter, and thank the gods, because he couldn’t hold on much longer.
“That’s it, my love, let go. Fall off the edge and take me with you,” he requested breathlessly. Two things happened then. Emma let out a loud scream as she came around him while snapping his bedpost clean from the headboard. She seemed to realize what she had done and before she could feel bad about it, Killian wrapped his hand around hers, still holding the post, and groaned through the most earth-shattering orgasm of his life. He collapsed into her damp neck, trying to catch his breath while releasing her leg. Once he felt he could move again, he gently rolled off of her. They both layed in bed quietly, waiting to gain their senses. After a moment he heard Emma speak.
“I’m sorry about your bed,” she said sheepishly.
“Oh, darling, don’t be. That post is now my most treasured possession.” Emma giggled and rolled over to hand him said post.
That very post now sits on their bedroom bookcase, mounted like a trophy to remind both of them of the night their lives changed forever.
Killian sneaks out of the castle before he’s caught and waits for Emma to join him on his ship. Captain Duckling. A followup to My Princess, My Pirate. My first contribution to @cscocktoberfest (only like a week late, it’s fine.) ~3.9k words. No major trigger warnings apply.
almost six.
When Emma leaves him in her room, Killian briefly entertains the idea of laying out on her bed naked and waiting for her to return. Realistically, however, he knows this would only lead to disaster; despite it being her private chambers, it would hardly stay empty for the duration of the ball. There were always preparations to be made for the princess, preparing her bedclothes, turning down her bed, cleaning, and other such manner of domestic tasks done by hired help that Killian had never been privy to.
His usual entrance and exit routes had not been usable (Emma had given him a key to enter the servant passages, the ones she herself used to sneak in and out of the castle, but with a royal ball in full swing, they would hardly be a discreet way to travel this evening.)
He certainly didn’t fancy himself much of a climber, but the rough stone and thick vines across Emma’s wing of the palace certainly lent themselves well enough for the task.
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