#ftl verse

[momjeanss]

racky moves to australia in the future and lives with her bf there

[ticktockkillthecroc-archive]

@thcfairest​ liked for a starter

It was rare-- nearly unheard of-- for Hook to not be successful in stealing whatever it was he’d his mind set on; both on land and off. What was even more unheard of, and more so nigh on impossible, was to have someone else after the exact same thing at the exact same time as himself.

But here he was, staring at a cloaked figure, their hands buried in the chest he was after, sifting through its contents. There was no way he would leave without that loot, no matter who stood in his way.

“It would be in your best interest to drop whatever you’ve taken and be on your way, mate. That treasure is mine.”

[ticktockkillthecroc-archive]

"When's the last time you slept?"

He was hunched over his desk, elbows resting on the hard surface as fingers dug into the corners of his eyes. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t sleep. Not when they were being hunted by some unidentified ship, and he just couldn’t shake them. It was driving him crazy.

“I’ve not slept since spotting that blasted ship, which you already knew that,” Hook growled, fist slamming against the wooden surface.

[ticktockkillthecroc-archive]

bornofthedawn liked for a starter

“Your highness,” Hook greeted the princess with a well-practiced bow and his ever charming smile. “May I have this dance?” Normally the pirate wasn’t so forward with interacting with royalty whenever he infiltrated a castle during a ball, preferring to keep out of sight while he stole from kings and queens. But tonight, he was feeling bold, and was confident in his disguise.

[ticktockkillthecroc-archive]

Sig and Killian Parent Meme GO

Who cried when they brought their child home for the first time: Both to an extent, but both would deny it

Who would wake up in the middle of the night to check on the kid(s): Killian would first, and Sig would usual join him not much later

Who changes the kid(s) diapers: Sig demands Killian does it when he’s there

Who makes the bottles: Sig

Who stays up late at night to rock the kid(s) to sleep and sing them lullabys: Killian does, partially because Sig likes to listen as well

Who is guilty of spoiling the kid(s): Both, but Sig is worse, seeing as she’s royalty

Who would give the kid(s) cookies in the middle of the night: Killian, but only when he knows for a fact Sig won’t catch him

Who always takes the kid(s) side: Killian. He’s a sucker for his children

Who would wake up early to make breakfast for the kid(s) before school: Killian, considering he’s always up early enough as it is

Who gets the kid(s) ready for school in the morning: Killian starts, Sig finishes

Who takes the kid(s) to school: Both

Who goes to parent teacher conferences: Both, even if it’s never a good idea considering how temperamental they both can get

Who will be the first to suggest to have ‘the talk’ with the kid(s): Killian

Who would choose their child(s) prom outfit: Sig

Who would cry when the kid(s) go off to college: Again, both to an extent but would deny it

[ticktockkillthecroc-archive]

The princess gave a soft whine, sounding more like a child than a warrior, and pressed her body against his back. "Entertain Us." She grumbled, bored and leaving it up to Killian to entertain her.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, always enjoying the moments Sigfrid was less killer queen and more needy lass. “And what sort of entertainment does the lady require this time?” Killian mused, turning to face the giantess, hands sliding down her sides, settling on her hips.

[thesaviourthepirateandthequ-blog]

Beginnings

Rating: T Word Count: 982 Summary: Emma is tired of constant Suitors and so runs away. While trying to get as far away as possible, she ends up on the ship of the notorious Captain Hook, looking to book passage.

~~~

Princess Emma drew her cloak tighter around herself, tugging on the hood slightly to make sure it covered her distinctive blonde curls. She'd attempted to change the colour with berry juice, like she'd heard the servants talking about, but she'd failed. It was still it's usual blonde, just with bits of berry still squished in places where she'd struggled to wash it.

But at this moment she didn't care. She had enough gold to gain passage on a ship and then, once they were out on the open sea, no-one could find her. She'd left her parents a note, explaining how she wanted adventure, didn't want to be kept behind stone walls, wanted to see the world as her Mother had when she was young. At twenty, her parents were beginning to push suitors in her direction and that was when she knew she had to leave. She'd planned in secret, told no-one and now here she was. She had a bow, and a quiver full of arrows, along with a few daggers concealed by her cloak, and a purse that bulged with gold, the plan being to get as far away as fast as she could so no-one could track her down and force her home.

The smell of the sea was strong in her nostrils as she approached a ship. She'd asked around the small town as to whom would take her away and far, and all had answered with slightly fearful voices Captain Hook. With a little persuading, she'd gotten the name of his ship. Taking a reassuring deep breath, she set foot on the gangplank and began to walk up it slowly, wondering if the crew was hiding or if they were out on the shore. Should she have waited on the dock? Well it was too late now.

Just as the thought hit her, she found her feet frozen to the ship, having only just got both of her feet onto the vessel.

“Who are you?” 'Is Captain Hook a woman?' Emma wondered, knowing that the voice she had heard was distinctly female.

“I've come to book passage.” She managed to remember how to lower her voice enough. Not everyone had heard her speak, but enough had that she felt caution was her best option.

“We don't give passage.” Emma twisted around to find a man stood behind her, leather clad and smirking. Allowing her eyes to take him in, she saw the hook protruding from one of his arms. 'So that's where the name comes from.'

“Please, I can pay. I have money.” She unclipped her purse and tipped out a good few of the coins in there, showing them to him hopefully, praying that he didn't notice how she was shaking.

“That's an awful lot of money lass. Either you're a thief, or you're high born. Actually, I think those two things are the same.” A spear of ice grazed Emma's cheek as it flew past, clearly aimed for the man behind her, though he dodged. “Except you.” He added on and Emma wondered who on earth he was talking to. Was it the woman that had spoken before? Where was she hiding? Why was she hiding? “But still, money makes no difference. We don't give anyone passage. We have one destination, and it's not a place anyone wants to go.” He moved around from behind her and she swallowed thickly, now fully able to see him. He was far more handsome than all of her suitors put together and she couldn't help but wish quite feverently that he was a high born gentleman. Then perhaps she wouldn't have wanted to leave quite so badly.

“I don't care where you're going! I just want to see somewhere different. Anywhere!” She pleaded, unused to not getting her own way. Captain Hook laughed, turning and addressing a cracked door.

“She sounds like you love.” His tone was teasing and Emma wondered if that was where the woman was. He turned back to her and she swallowed thickly, blinking up at him helplessly. She'd entirely forgotten her weapons, all still within easy reach. He had thrown her completely off kilter.

“Please. Anywhere, I'll go anywhere, I don't care, just please take me with you. I can work, I promise!” The Captain smirked a little wider and raised his eyebrow down at her before speaking, clearly addressing the other woman.

“What do you think lass? You want some company of your own kind?” Emma crossed her fingers beneath her cloak, sucking anxiously on her bottom lip as they waited for an answer.

Finally, a woman stepped from the shadows, a blue dress clinging to her form and her long blonde hair in an elegant braid draped over her shoulder.

“Take your hood down.” She told Emma, motioning to her. Emma wanted to argue, to tell her that no, she would not reveal her identity while not knowing whether or not they would give her passage, but before she had chance to argue, her hands were raising and gently lowering the hood of her cloak. “You're Snow White's daughter, correct?” The other woman asked and Emma nodded, biting on her bottom lip. “Let me guess, they wanted you to marry, am I right? You look about the age where suitors and balls to meet such men would be a weekly, if not daily event.” Emma nodded again, fiddling with her cloak anxiously. “Yeah Captain. We'll keep her. No-one should be forced into things they don't like.” Emma's face brightened as Captain Hook groaned quietly, running the fingers of his good hand through his hair.

“For the love of the gods Elsa. I've gotta stop letting you convince me to pick up strays. No more, y'hear me?”

“Whatever you say Killian, whatever you say.”

[ticktockkillthecroc-archive]

"You should make me breakfast in bed. Because you love me." sigfridge

A grunt escaped the pirate, muffled by the pillow his face was pressed into. Killian was quite comfortable tangled up in the relatively soft sheets (in comparison to your run of the mill inn's sheets which were very much not), the sun's rays stretching across the length of the rented room, just now reaching his side of the bed.

Twisting his head to face the giantess next to him, Killian squinted, sleep still clinging intently to his mind. "They'd my other hand if I tried stepping into their kitchen," he pointed out, his words managing to sound clear despite his tired state.