Since S7 is a timeline mystery, let’s just pretend “right now” is recently after Killian and Emma return back from telling Henry they’re expecting a little pirate prince or pirate princess.
The next day they head over to the Charming farm. They find David in the barn with his young son after a riding lesson, because of course they had to get a pony for the young lad.
He must be able to ride like a prince!
Snow pokes her head out the door and sees them arrive and immediately starts preparing hot chocolate for everyone. The whole family gathers in the farmhouse kitchen and Killian and Emma tell them about Henry being so grown up and thinking he’s in love, Regina staying and WishHook’s existence.
At first, Snow is shocked that Regina moved realms at a moments notice, and never said goodbye, but then she shrugs and says she hopes she finds what she’s looking for, but admits she’s glad to have left the crisis-a-minute lifestyle behind. Everyone nods in agreement.
They ask a few more questions about their grandson, hoping he will come for a visit, and then conversation turns to Snow asking when Emma’s first ultrasound is and whether her magic is being affected by the pregnancy, and then after awhile Killian expresses an interest to see David’s progress on the old car he’s restoring and it’s all so comfortable and cozy.
And happy.
No Regina. No Rumple. No Magical Monsters. (which were almost always related to the presence of the first two)
Notes: This fic would not nearly be what it is without @caprelloidea‘s handholding, encouragement and keen eye. She’s the best, I think you all agree. Based on a picset posted by @bleebug, encouraged by @its-imperator-furiosa‘s enthusiasm for the idea, and written with @queen-mabs-revenge in mind. There is nothing explicitly dominate/submissive about this, but there are borrowed elements of that dynamic.
Summary: When his ship crashes onto a secluded island after a storm Killian “Deckhand Hook” Jones finds himself the unlikely companion to the dark “goddess” who inhabits it. A fairy tale in three parts.
Rating: Explicit for whoa smut in the later chapters. Some mild violence.
Thunder cracked in the sky above, the entire ship tremoring and shuddering with the force, and not a blink later purple silver lighting flared brilliant white in the crew quarters. The storm was upon them.
Starkey crowed as Hook threw up an arm, his hammock swinging violently, almost pitching him to the deck, the flinch happening before he could check himself.
“Oh no not the raaain,” came a high pitched mocking voice from somewhere in the black darkness of the cabin. Probably Evans. Loud raucous laughter followed, but Hook ignored it, their mocking jeers the least of his concerns as the thunder boomed again, the ship pitching with the force of another wave.
Hook squeezed his eyes tighter, his hand clenched at his side to still the shaking.
It wasn’t that he was scared of storms persay, but bumpy seas always meant no lanterns could be lit, all fires must be extinguished, and the crew quarters were pitch black save for the flashing lighting in the portholes. It wasn’t that he was scared of the dark either, but he definitely preferred the light. He was also quite sure they were all going to die, and like most things in his life, he was terribly afraid of death.
“‘Maybe ‘e’s worried ‘is hook will rust,” came another voice. “Then how’ll he lay about scratching his arse the useless twat?” The laughs came again, the pounding rain at least drowning them out a tad. Thunder cracked once more, and in unison the men all shrieked in mock terror.
“Not me hair!” Came a cry.
“B-b-b-bloody hell,” came another. They laughed again. It was an old game, the same old insults, the same mocking jeers.
Hook continued to ignore them, a decade and then some of practice helping him along, focusing on his breath, on maintaining his place in the swinging hammock as the ship rocked and swayed beneath him. If he fell on his face in front of them again, it would only make it worse.
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