The Fluffy Problem
"Oh, I'm going to have fun paying you back, Captain." One moment he was looking into Cora's menacing eyes and planning how to wipe the smug smile off her face and the next he was staring at a pair of boots. In his many years Killian Jones had been in more than his fair share of fights, and as a result him and the floor were close friends rather than acquaintances, but the ground beneath him had never felt quite like it did at that moment. He had the feeling that he was on his hands and knees, and barefoot on top of that. No, scratch that, he was wearing socks. Weird socks. On both his hands and his feet. And looking up he could see an enormous Cora laughing at him. Wait, what? Oh, shit.
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