Piratey Things Ch. 4 A Much Delayed Birthday Fic for @snowbellewells
It's the final chapter!!! I so hope you've enjoyed this fic and let me know what you think! Marta, again, you are such a tremendous blessing in my life and I love you dearly! Thank you so much for your patience as I worked on this and I hope you love it as much as I loved working on it for you! Happy (MUCH delayed) birthday again!! Thank you again to @jrob64 for her beta work on this!! I REALLY couldn't have done this without you!!
Rating T for language and suggestive themes
Words 1221 of 10k
On ao3 from the beginning / current chapter
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“Oh, Killian,” breathed Emma, as they entered The Melting Pot fondue restaurant the following evening. “This is wonderful! I’ve never been to a fondue restaurant!”
“Neither have I,” he replied. “But Liam and Elsa have one somewhat close to them in Bedford and they love it, so I thought it would be a nice place to bring you for our special date.” He lifted her hand and brushed her knuckles with his lips, smiling gently at her.
“I’m sure it’ll be wonderful.” She returned his smile before he approached the host stand and gave his name for their reservation.
“Ah, yes, sir,” the hostess replied. “Everything has been arranged to your specifications, Mr. Jones. Please follow me.”
Emma’s eyebrows nearly hit her hairline at her words and she wondered exactly what her boyfriend had planned for the evening.
Once they were seated, their server approached with a bottle of champagne and poured them both a glass. Since they were both new to the fondue experience, he explained everything about the 4 course celebration they were about to enjoy.
A decadent cheese fondue with artisan breads, fresh fruit and seasonal veggies to dip, followed by their choice of salads, then they would choose a single cooking style - Coq Au Vin, Court Boullion, Mojo, Traditional Oil, or Grill - and their individual entrees. Finally, the dessert course featured rich chocolate fondue with various sweet treats and fresh fruit for dipping. Emma’s mouth watered just listening to him.
They chose Classic Alpine cheese fondue - a delicious mixture of gruyère, raclette, and fontina cheeses, mixed with white wine, garlic, and nutmeg. For their salads, Killian chose a classic Caesar, while Emma chose the California, with mixed greens, candied pecans, gorgonzola, tomatoes, and raspberry walnut vinaigrette. They chose the Court Bouillon cooking style since it paired well with any entree, then for the main course, they both created their own. Killian had sesame crusted Ahi tuna, Atlantic Salmon, and Shrimp, while Emma enjoyed the herbed chicken breast, teriyaki steak, and petite filet. Finally, for the chocolate fondue course, Yin and Yang, because in Killian’s words, I’m dark, you’re light, and we pair perfectly together. His waggling eyebrows when he said it made her cheeks heat as she remembered his words from the night before after they’d gone to bed.
She laid perfectly content and sated, spooned against Killian when he nuzzled behind her ear and placed a gentle kiss on her neck. “I love you so much, Emma. You’re the perfect woman for me and I never want to let you go.”
She turned in his arms and faced him, running her fingertips along the side of his beloved face. “I love you, too, Killian. I wish we had more time together before we have to leave.”
He looked like he was about to speak again, but something stopped him. Instead, he kissed her and then rolled on his back, drawing her close to him so that her head lay on his shoulder, his arm around her, and his other hand on top of hers where it lay over his heart.
It was only minutes later they were both sound asleep.
“Yes, we do,” she replied, before giving him a kiss. She speared a strawberry and dipped it into the dark chocolate before bringing it to his mouth.
“Mmmmm,” he said, never breaking eye contact with her as he enjoyed the morsel.
Shivers cascaded down her spine at the heated look in his eyes. She couldn’t look away from him, but could just perceive in her periphery his spearing something else from the dessert platter and bringing it up toward her.
Something flashed in the corner of her eyes and she finally glanced away at the fork that had just entered her line of sight. Dangling at the end was a huge, sparkling, round diamond ring.
Emma gasped. “Killian!”
“Emma,” he began, taking the ring off the fork and holding it in his hand, “since the moment I first saw you on the airplane in Boston, I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world and at the time, I wanted nothing more than your phone number and permission to contact you again after going our separate ways. You graciously gave me both, and the last four and a half months have been the happiest of my life as I’ve gotten to know you and Henry and fallen in love with you. I love you more than life, Emma and now, I want nothing more than to make you happy for the rest of our days. Would you do me the greatest honor and be my wife?”
A tear rolled down her cheek and her heart fluttered within her as she lifted her hands to cup his beloved face. “Yes,” she whispered before drawing him to her for a tender yet passionate kiss. She never thought she would have this. A good man who loved her with everything that was in him, and loved her son as his own. When they parted, Killian slipped the ring on her finger, both of them beaming. Cheers broke out from around them as their server and other employees, as well as fellow diners, congratulated them on their engagement.
Their server handed Killian’s phone to him as he turned slightly unsure eyes on her. “I hope you don’t mind, but if you do, I can delete it, I just thought it would be something…” he rambled before she stopped him with another kiss, knowing exactly what he was trying to say.
“No, I don’t mind,” she assured him. “Mary Margaret and Elsa will certainly want to see it.”
Emma snuggled into his side, as he held her tightly against him, and took her own bite of a rice krispy treat dipped in the decadent chocolate fondue. They took turns enjoying the fruit and other culinary confections dipped in the luscious and delicious chocolate. All too quickly, their platter was empty and Killian was paying for their meal.
“I’ve had all this arranged since before everyone got here,” he explained. “The manager and our server were most accommodating with everything I wanted to do, so this tip is going to reflect that.”
Emma glanced at the ticket and saw how much he was leaving them. She couldn’t hide the small gasp that escaped her lips before she spoke. “We’re going to be their favorite customers after that,” she commented, a small smile touching her lips.
“You may be right,” Killian conceded with a nod at the host as he opened the door for her. “But once we’re married, this will be our celebration restaurant.”
Emma grinned. “Sounds good to me!”
As they exited the restaurant into the gloaming of early evening, Emma’s head resting on his shoulder, Killian lifted a thankful prayer to God for the gift of the wonderful woman at his side and the very best Christmas ever.
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The End.
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On Aug. 3, my dear friend @kmomof4 did something so special for my birthday that I still can’t believe she did it - she wrote a story especially for me! Then another sweet friend, @xsajx, sent me a prompt, which was perfect for an outtake for the story, which was “you can hold onto me if you’re scared”. Thanks also to @kymbersmith-90 for being the beta for K’s story.
The original story “High Confessions and What Came Next” can be found here on Tumblr.
And since Krystal has so generously inserted this outtake right into her story on Ao3 and made me a co-author, you can find it here on Ao3.
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Killian protested the entire way to the hospital.
“Swan, it’s just bruised. It feels better already from the ice. I’ll be right as rain by morning.”
“That’s a dumb ass saying. What does it even mean anyway - ‘right as rain’? Since when is rain right?”
“Don’t question oft quoted sayings, Swan. I’m sure they made sense to someone…at some time. But getting back to the subject at hand…”
“Ha, ha, very punny. Why don’t you just concentrate on keeping that ice bag on your knuckles.” Under her breath, she muttered, “Idiot.” She should’ve known that since he had ears like a Vulcan, he could hear like one, too.
“Watch the remarks, Love. This idiot saved you from Walsh’s paws tonight.”
Emma shuddered as she remembered how disgusted she’d been by Walsh’s unwelcome advances. She was definitely gonna have to take a shower when she got back from taking her best friend and roommate to the Emergency Room.
After parking the car, she looked over at Killian. She wasn’t prepared for the sight in front of her. His eyes were wide and his face was completely drained of color.
“Are you…”
“No!” he protested, not letting her get the word out of her mouth. “Let’s just get this over with.”
Emma pulled the keys from the ignition, climbed out of the car, and circled around it to help Killian unwind from the passenger seat of her VW.
“Come on,” she smirked, “You can hold on to me if you’re scared!”
“Can I still hold onto you even if I’m not scared?” he joked weakly, kicking the car door closed behind him.
Emma swallowed. She wished it wasn’t a joke, and that Killian really did want to hold onto her, for more reasons than going to the hospital. As usual, when she had thoughts like that, she covered her true feelings with sarcasm. “I think the pain is turning you into a crazy person.”
She saw him grimace and mistook it for discomfort. “Aye, Swan. It must be getting to me.”
They worked together to get him registered, with Killian answering the numerous questions while Emma filled in the forms, although she surprised both of them by knowing the information for a majority of the questions.
“How on earth do you know that I’m allergic to Sulfa, Swan?”
“You told me about the time that you reacted to it and had to get a shot of adrenalin to open your airway, and how it made you feel like you were crawling out of your skin.”
He looked at her with an indecipherable expression on his face. “I told you that ages ago.”
She shrugged. “So I have a good memory, it’s no big deal. Now come on, we need to get this finished.”
After they turned in the forms, they were shown to a curtained-off room. A doctor briefly examined him before ordering some X-rays.
They waited in silence for someone from radiology to come get him, and the longer Killian sat, the more fidgety he became.
“Okay, seriously? You’re like a five-year-old. Why are you so nervous?”
“We’re in a hospital, Swan.”
“Yeah, and…? You’ve been here with me more times than I can count when a skip acted like a moron and I needed to be patched up.”
Killian thought back to those times. She was right - she’d been here far too often for sprains, lacerations and contusions. Every time he’d gotten a call that she was in the ER, his heart had been in his throat. Each visit had reinvigorated his argument that she needed to find a different job, but she remained convinced that she wasn’t suited for anything else besides being a bail bondswoman. He knew his Swan was bloody brilliant and would be able to do anything she put her mind to, but so far, he hadn’t been able to sway her way of thinking.
“That wouldn’t happen if you would just listen to me and try some other way to make a living.”
“Don’t start on that again! I’ve told you a million times…”
The curtain was thrown back and an orderly appeared. “Mr. Jones? I’m here to take you for X-rays.” He looked over at Emma. “Your wife can stay here until you get back.”
She giggled. “I’m not his…”
“I’ll be back in a few, Darling,” her maddening best friend interrupted, with a huge smirk on his face. “Best call home and make sure the kids are okay!” Then he was out of her sight with the curtain falling back into place behind him.
Emma shook her head fondly, but her smile faded away. She sighed. If only he wasn’t kidding about wanting a more serious relationship with her.
Killian walked down the hallway beside the orderly with his own teasing words putting a grin on his face, but it soon disappeared as he sighed. He wished the scenario he’d just conjured had a chance to someday become a reality.
While she waited, Emma pulled out her phone. She thought she’d better tell her friends what was going on. Ruby was at the top of her message list so she clicked on her name.
E: We’re at the hospital. K is getting his hand X-rayed rn.
She waited a couple of minutes before she saw the three bubbles appear.
R: Do you really think it’s broken?
E: It swelled up pretty quickly. I wouldn’t doubt it.
R: I hope it’s not, but it was great how he defended your honor & swooped in to save his damsel in distress!
E: I was NOT in distress, I was just annoyed! And I’m gonna feel terrible if it’s broken.
R: Maybe you should just kiss it & make it all better. Unless there’s another part of his anatomy that you’d rather kiss?
Emma groaned. She never should have admitted to Ruby how she felt about Killian when she was drunk at David and Mary Margaret’s Halloween bash last year. She’d been paying for it ever since with Ruby’s innuendos and constant nagging to ‘make a move on him already’.
E: Seriously Rubes? Give it a rest!
R: It’s his right hand, Em. That means you’ll probably have to help him take care of some of his *ahem* basic needs!
This was followed by far too many smiley face emojis.
E: OMG RUBY!!!
“Did you miss me, Love?”
Emma hadn’t noticed Killian slip back in through the curtain. She jumped and her phone flew out of her hands. Making a mad grab for it, she snatched it out of midair, then quickly locked it and shoved it under her thigh.
Killian looked at her curiously and cocked his head. “Are you alright, Swan? You’ve gone red.”
“Yeah,” she croaked, then cleared her throat and tried again. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just, uh, updating our friends.”
She could tell that he was still suspicious, but uncharacteristically, he let it slide.
They spoke very little during the almost twenty minutes it took for the doctor to come back into the cubicle. Emma could feel her phone buzzing under her leg, but she ignored it. No doubt there were several more suggestive texts from Ruby, and she knew if she read them, she’d be beet red again.
Finally, the doctor pushed through the opening in the curtain and addressed Killian. “I don’t see any breaks on the X-ray. However, you’ve bruised your hand badly, so you’re going to have to keep icing it the next several days for at least ten minutes every hour. I’m prescribing 10mg of Norco every four hours as needed for the pain. The nurse will bring you a dose when she comes in with your care information. That must have been a pretty hard nose!”
“On a very hard head,” Emma muttered darkly.
Killian looked at her and grinned, then turned back to the doctor. “Thanks. How long until I can leave?”
“The nurse should be here in a matter of minutes, I just need to give her my instructions. Do you have any other questions?”
“No, but let me ask my wife. Can you think of any, Sweetheart?”
Emma rolled her eyes. If he was going to continue this charade of being married, she might as well play along. “Not a single one, Babe. I just want to get you home and into bed.”
She wished she could’ve had a picture of the look on his face.
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Tomorrow @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 will be posting her were-mermaid aesthetic and I’ll be posting the fic that I was inspired to write for it! So here is a little preview!
The next night was the first night of the full moon. She swam to the shallows as the sun set and she could feel the first stirrings of her change coming upon her. It was one thing to endure the pain of the transformation as a human, but as a mermaid, it was so much worse. She first had to face the agony of becoming human before she became the wolf.
Once the transformation was complete, her wolf still trembling with the aftereffects of the torment that had lately seized her, she ran for the shelter of the woods, desperate to hide herself among the foliage before he came for his evening constitutional. Tonight, being on the land instead of the sea and possessing the enhanced acuity of a wolf, she became aware of his presence before he was even beyond the borders of the town, about a mile away.
His steps were a bit slower this evening, and she was able to perceive details of his appearance that had been hidden in the previous weeks. The scruff that lined his jaw was tinged with ginger and his eyes were the blue of the lagoon that she now called home. He was dressed in the garb of a laborer and his hands were filthy. She wondered if he worked in the blacksmith shop.
He made the cover of the trees and her nose twitched with the scent she perceived on the night air coming off of him in waves. It couldn’t be. He turned from the path and disappeared from her sight. She was still over half a mile away from him. She ran to him, desperate to see if what she could smell was correct. Jumping over the detritus and long fallen, rotting trees that lay along the unseen paths used by the inhabitants of the forest, she raced toward her goal, her salvation. Arriving at her target, she came to a sudden stop. There, nestled in the bracken of the forest floor, was a wolf. A wolf dark as midnight under a new moon. His transformation was complete, but he had not yet recovered enough to make any sort of move against her.
Summary: Bucky forgets the constellations.
Warnings: fears of the future, tiny amount of angst, a surprising amount of fluff
WC: 2,256
A/N: This piece was written for @bithors 5K writing challenge! I had the prompt childhood friends to lovers and took it on a spin with a college au. Hope you enjoy!
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There’s a sting deep inside his chest as he looks up at the stars. There used to be a time in his life where he could look up and name every constellation with ease, never once second guessing himself. You’d lie next to him, arm hooked with his own, and encourage him to continue. Those were the summer nights of freedom, of carelessness thrown to the wind as he walked along the beaches and town squares with his laughing friends next to him. You’d curl into him as he made jokes, forcing your sandals into his hands before darting down the sandy pathways. Grinning, he’d take off after you in the dead heat of summer.
And now—now it’s cold winter nights spent alone with stars in the sky that he can’t remember the names of. They’ve moved on from their summers spent together, crammed in the back of Steve’s prized van with Sam in the shotgun and Natasha dangerously sitting on his lap. Those careless days of sunshine twisted away as autumn caught up to his happiness. He didn’t think it would end, but then college graduation came to a close and adult life took over. They all grew up. Now he’s left craving for the familiarity of before when all his friends crave the excitement of new.
He remembers, back when he was a child who thought he knew everything and you were a child who knew he didn’t, you made a pact. A pact that molded you two together, unbreakable against the wear of time, and stronger than you both had known. A pact that Bucky never will forget. A pact created in the mind of a child who wanted to live forever, run through the stars with you by his side and watch the sunrise from an unknown planet. A pact that ensured you’d always be there for each other.
“D’ya promise?” He whispered in the hot August heat of his tenth year alive, pinky jutting outward as his bruised knees touched yours.
“I promise, Buck,” you whispered back as the fireflies danced around you. Three words that seared two childhood friends together, three words that Bucky would never forget. He glares at the stars tonight as those words echo in his head and mock him with the knowledge of your impending absence. Bucky’s trying to shove those words down, farther than they ever had been, as he tries to be okay. He doesn’t want the change that’s about to happen. He doesn’t want his friends to leave—doesn’t want you to leave. Deep down he knows that you’ll always be here next to him, dancing amongst the stars as he stares up at the night, but there’s also that nagging feeling because he just doesn’t know.
He’s lost his sense of the world as his education comes to an end. There will no longer be early morning walks on the path nearby campus to make his way to your meeting place. There will no longer be Steve hosting parties after exams. There will no longer be Wanda’s laughter as Sam flings her into the pool. There will no longer be the wild college friends holding on together; there will be just him, adjusting to adulthood alone, wondering where you are in the world.
And that’s when it hits. He needs you. He needs to know that you’re still here, needs to feel your presence near him, needs you to teach him all the constellations again because the stars are fading away and he’s running out of time.
Running out of time to ensure that the promise isn’t suddenly going to waste. The thought of losing you to the great big world out there haunts him at night. You’re his best friend. He’s gone to you for every problem he’s ever had for the past twenty-two years, and you’ve done the same with him, and he’s not sure what he would possibly do if that suddenly changed.
It’s late into the night, and he doesn’t want to bother you, but he needs to hear your voice just to know that everything will be okay, so his thumb hovers over your contact before he sighs and presses it. The ringing causes him to pick at the rips in his jeans anxiously. But when you do pick up and tell him a groggy hello, he doesn’t waste the little time he has left with a greeting.
“Are you busy?” His voice is raw and broken as if the winter is haunting him with a sore throat. He hates it.
“Bucky, it’s two in the goddamn morning,” and that’s when he expects the rejection, the proof that he’s no longer an anchor, but instead you laugh. “Of course I’m not busy, dork.”
Your voice is soft when you finish the sentence. You’re always soft when it comes to Bucky, Steve and everyone else has noticed. You tell them it’s because Bucky is your longest friend. You don’t tell them it’s because Bucky causes the ground beneath you to shake anytime he’s around.
“Are you okay?” You question, and Bucky can almost see the way your head tilts to the side with raised eyebrows. He smiles.
“I’m fine—“
“Where are you?”
“I’m okay—“
“Are you at the place?”
“I’m alright—“
“Bucky,” you bite, and again Bucky can picture the way your eyebrows knit together and arms cross whenever you’re angry with him. He doesn’t smile this time.
“Yes,” he sighs. “I’m at the place. But really, I’m okay—“
You hang up on him. He sighs again, tucking his phone into his pocket before leaning his head against his knees. He wants you here, he needs you here, but there’s something inside him that doesn’t at the same time. Because if you’re here, if he sees you in the flesh with your glowing smile, he will fall apart. He’ll fade into dust, watching his world crumble with just one look at you. You have the power to end him with just a glance—it’s been this way for five fucking years. And Bucky is tired of his heart clenching when you’re around.
He’s tired of Steve chastising him for not making a move. He’s tired of Sam and Wanda snickering whenever Bucky trips over his feet for you. Bucky is tired of hiding his feelings, but he’s so scared of the outcome if he were to say something. He knows you like the back of his hand; as if you were a map and he was simply just the lonely cartographer who made you. His mind bursts with knowledge of the complex things like where you run off to when you hide, or the simplest things such as your order at the Thai place down the street from his apartment. He knows every inch of your mind and processes much like you know his.
But he’s fucking scared because—because this changes everything.
Bucky still has his head tucked on top of his knees when you arrive. When you take a seat next to him, your hands immediately wrap themselves around him. His heart skips a beat. “Tell me what’s wrong,” you murmur into his shoulder. His skin burns where your lips press against him. He takes a deep breath and squeezes his eyes shut, praying and hoping that he won’t become weak. But that’s impossible around you.
“I’m just scared—worried—that I, uh, that we—” Bucky coughs, looking up at the nameless stars. You shuffle beside him. “What’s gonna happen to us, huh?”
You cock your head, perplexed by his words. “What do you mean, love?”
He swallows down the anxiety, the want for you, the knot inside his chest that grows tighter as the days grow shorter. “When this is all over...when Steve and Nat and all of them go away and it’s just us. What’s going to happen? Are we…” his voice cracks despite his wishing and he knows you can see through him now. “Are we gonna stay—be okay? Or are we just gonna fade like the rest of them, into lives neither of us want but we’re too damn chicken shit to say anything about it to change.”
“Buck—”
“Because I don’t want that, Y/N,” he turns to face you, so close he can feel your breathing, and his lip trembles. You don’t dare look away. “We made a promise a long time ago that we would stay. Stay here—together—and I don’t want that to change. I can’t...can’t lose you.”
Taking his head into your hands, you smile gently. Your fingers sweep across the stardust speckled on his cheeks, wiping away the brimming of tears that threaten to spill over. Inside Bucky’s eyes, it was easy to his emotions. No matter how tough he carried himself, or no matter how many times he’d brush things off, his eyes always gave way to what he was feeling. Whether if they were sparkling, or faded, or firey with anger; you could always tell what Bucky was feeling. And tonight, underneath the starry sky that blanketed the both of you, his eyes are swirls of dark blues, nostalgia, and fear.
You knew that the ending of the year would be hard for Bucky to process. From Steve moving to California, to Wanda going home with her brother, to Sam and Nat finding a place together an hour away. Everything was changing faster than he had time to process, and he hated it. It scared him, but you knew that it also excited him to have his life coming together. It’s just overwhelming to have change after change with no break in between.
And you knew how much you meant to him.
The pact, though made from a child’s mind, has grown to withstand adulthood. So have you and Bucky. There’s always been an unspoken thing between the two of you that no one acknowledges. Touches that last seconds too long, smiles that light reaches the crinkles in your eyes, soft whispers in the back of the room as movies play on for your friends. No one says a word, not even you or Bucky, and life goes on. It happened slowly; a dandelion blowing gently in the hot summer heat as its seeds grow something more beautiful than it was before. Planting love inside your heart for years, one breeze of the hot air at a time, until one day you realized it was overgrown with the prettiest weed that the universe could create. You tried, one year, to pick and destroy them. To spray them with harsh chemicals so you could feel your heart once more, but it was no use. They stayed and you learned to love them and Bucky all together.
But you didn’t dare tell him.
He means too much to lose.
“Bucky,” you speak slowly and softly, choosing your words carefully before you say them. After everything, he deserves to know. “Me ‘n you, Buck, we’re like…we’re like stars, you know? We were born in an empty universe, born into darkness, but together we shine bright. Even after we burn out, we still shine for everyone to see. I don’t know if that makes sense, but—”
“No, no, yeah it makes sense, doll.”
His hands come up to cover yours and another soft smile overcomes your face. “You’re my everything Bucky. I thought you just always knew that. I’m gonna follow you until you tell me not to.”
Bucky swallows tightly. His breath falters at the realization of your words and the proximity of your lips. All this time he—he’s been an idiot. He shifts slightly so his whole body is facing towards you, fingers grasping your hands on his face and flickers his eyes down. His heart feels like it's going to burst—just this time, he’s okay with it. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yeah, Buck,” you smile. “Please.”
When he kisses you, sparks fly. When he kisses you, he feels his body tremble. When he kisses you, his bones crack and fill themselves with the burning stars above him. His lips move softly against yours somehow so gentle yet so passionate at the same time. His fingers move from your face to your waist as he grips tightly, afraid that you might evaporate into thin air if he lets go. Bucky kisses you and suddenly he remembers every constellation known to him before—Aquila, Scorpius, Cygnus; he mumbles each one against your lips as he pulls you closer to him. Smiling, you laugh. You pull away, despite his softly muttered “no” and kiss the top of his nose. It feels like peace. He sighs happily, letting you kiss all over his skin.
He wants to feel your lips everywhere, but he knows that will come in time. Right now he’s lost in the feeling of your hands roaming his back, your lips finding solace in each corner of his face, and your giggle bubbling into the silence around him. His eyes stay closed as this happens, still gripping your hips but lightly this time.
“We’re idiots,” he mumbles.
“Yeah,” you agree with another kiss on his forehead. “We are.”
Nuzzling your nose on his cheek, you smile against his skin. “I left my house at two in the morning for you, and you were scared it didn’t mean anything?”
“Can never know with you,” he teases. You roll your eyes. He grabs your jaw lightly so he can look into your eyes as he whispers, “I love you. You don’t have to say it back, but—”
Piratey Things Ch. 2 A Much Delayed Birthday Fic for @snowbellewells
Only 8mos late, but better late than never, right, Marta? Thank you for being so patient and I hope you think it is worth the wait! I love you dearly and am so thankful that we've become friends over this couple and tv show!! The fic is complete with 4 chapters. Ch3 will post Wednesday and Ch4 will post next Saturday.
Much love to @jrob64 for her beta skills and going over and going over and going over this fic AGAIN plus all her advice and suggestions. You made it so much better, Joni! Thank you!!
Rating: T for language and suggestive themes
Words: Almost 3700 of 10k
On ao3 from the beginning / current ch
Tagging the usuals. Please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed.
“Daaaaaviiiiiiiiid,” Emma hollered up the stairs. “If you don’t get the laundry down here, right now, you’ll have nothing clean for the trip to Pigeon Forge. And that goes for you too, Henry! Five minutes!”
Emma was still sorting her laundry when David came in carrying a laundry basket, with a smaller one perched precariously on top, Henry following along behind him.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “We were still working on getting his room cleaned up…”
“That should have been finished yesterday,” Emma interrupted, rolling her eyes.
David’s smirk at her was indulgent. “Cut the kid some slack, Emma. He’s excited. It’s not everyday that a boy turns four and gets to celebrate in a town like Pigeon Forge.”
“I know,” she replied. “But I don’t have to cut you any slack.”
“Unwind yourself, Sis,” he said, casually. “The laundry is here and it’ll all get done today. We’ll get packed tonight and leave in the morning.”
“Yeah, says the man who isn’t responsible for the packing,” Emma mumbled.
“I may not be responsible for the packing,” he reminded her, “but I am responsible for keeping my nephew out of your hair today, so that’s what I’m going to do. We’re heading out to breakfast, then going over to the estate for the day until Mary Margaret is done with school. We should all be home about four.”
“Sounds good. Y’all have fun today,” she said, smiling as David lifted Henry onto his hip and ruffled his hair. She went over and kissed her son on the cheek. “You obey Uncle David, ok, Henry?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied.
She watched as they left the laundry room, David tickling Henry’s tummy and sending him into a conniption of giggles, before turning back to her own duties for the day. Thankfully, she was only responsible for getting herself and Henry packed for this most anticipated trip, or she thought she might be pulling her hair out. And she certainly didn’t want to do that, since Killian often told her that his favorite feature on her was her long golden hair.
Emma sighed contentedly as thoughts of her long distance boyfriend filled her mind. It had been over four months since they met on that flight from Boston to Asheville, and she had to admit, they had been the happiest four months of her life.
When they’d parted ways at the airport - Killian to drive home to Pigeon Forge, Emma and Henry being picked up by David, Killian had brushed her knuckles with his lips, making her heart flutter and melt at the same time. David, who was usually very laid back, still managed to put on the stern and protective older brother routine, until Killian assuaged his concerns with his easy charm. He’d shaken David’s hand like they were old friends and not brand new acquaintances.
She hadn’t even gotten herself and Henry unpacked completely before Killian was Facetiming her and showing her around his home - an honest to God log cabin on the side of a mountain.
In the ensuing months, they texted every day and Facetimed every week, getting to know each other over the miles and falling in love with no effort at all. They’d introduced each other to the rest of their families, and they were all very much looking forward to meeting in person for the first time when they converged on Killian’s home for the highly anticipated vacation and birthday celebration. When Emma and Mary Margaret had met Killian’s sister-in-law, Elsa over Facetime, they’d really hit it off and Little Liam and Henry became the best of friends in no time flat.
Not to mention the bromance between David and Killian. David was as excited as she and Henry were, not only for a well deserved getaway with the family, but also to see his bro in person again. The siblings’ jobs at the Biltmore Estate - David as Head of Security and Emma as Events Supervisor - were very enjoyable and fulfilling, but high stress as well, and they were really looking forward to the time off. Once they added Killian’s older brother Liam to the mix, Emma was sure the bromance would expand even more.
In fact, the relationships between the extended family members were such that Killian was opening his home to them all, the concern he’d mentioned on the plane about needing “breathing room” now completely assuaged.
Emma could feel the heat rising to her cheeks as she thought about the discussion she and Killian had via Facetime a week ago concerning the sleeping arrangements.
“I have three bedrooms and a loft with bunk beds. Little Liam is finally big enough to sleep on the top bunk and Henry can sleep on the bottom.”
Emma bit her bottom lip as Killian rubbed behind his ear. The adorable tell made Emma’s heart beat double time as she imagined what he might be about to propose.
“Liam and Elsa can have their regular room, with David and Mary Margaret in the third bedroom.” His gaze met hers and Emma caught her breath at the love and hope she saw in his eyes. “And perhaps, if you were so inclined, you might share my room?”
Emma couldn’t hold back her beaming smile. “I’d love to, Killian.”
Emma took a deep breath as she got the laundry started. When she couldn’t find a house or apartment in Asheville to fit her needs or budget, and with her and Killian’s relationship taking off and progressing smoothly, David and Mary Margaret’s offer to continue to live with them was a welcome invitation and made her daydreams of a life with Killian that much more crystal clear. Without the hassle of getting out of a lease or selling a house, a move to Pigeon Forge would be much easier, and now with the invitation to share his bed on this visit, she just couldn’t keep her mind away from envisioning a future with him.
A happy one.
~*~*~
Killian found himself in front of the big picture window in the den of his home, again, as he eagerly waited for his girlfriend and her family to arrive for their Christmas visit. They should be arriving in the next thirty minutes or so and as much as he tried to keep himself occupied in the kitchen or with his family who arrived the day before, he kept making his way to the den to keep an eye on the long drive leading to his front porch, straining his eyes for any glimpse of David’s Expedition so he could meet them all as soon as they arrived.
He just couldn’t wait for them to get here. The moment he’d met Emma and Henry on the plane, he hoped to someday get to this point in a relationship with Emma Nolan, but he’d really not expected it to happen so quickly. Not that he was complaining. At all. She captured his heart before they’d left the airplane, but he held no expectation of the same from her. She had a small child to care for, after all. And with the absence of Henry’s father - he’d noticed her bare ring finger moments after they met - he did expect a certain level of caution when entering a new relationship.
But all that had proven unfounded as she opened her heart to him over the last few months. Being trusted enough to hold that priceless treasure was the greatest blessing of his life and he had no intention of causing her to regret that decision. He loved her with all that was in him and knew that she loved him too. He hoped that before she returned with her family to her home in Asheville, she’d be wearing his ring and together, they’d be planning a wedding.
But at the moment, he should probably join Elsa in the kitchen to prepare lunch for everyone. Surely they’d be here - or nearly - by the time they had it all ready.
Twenty minutes later, Killian emerged back into the den from the kitchen to see his eagerly awaited guests just emerging from their vehicle. A wide grin bloomed on his face.
“Liam! Elsa! Little Liam,” he called. “They’re here!”
Small feet hurried down the stairs followed by the heavier footsteps of Killian’s older brother as Elsa rushed in from the kitchen to join him in the den. He threw open the front door and stepped out into the frigid December air.
“Killian!” Emma cried just before he gathered her in his arms and kissed the living daylights out of her.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered into the space between them, when he finally ended the kiss. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Emma inhaled shakily, very glad he held her so close. She’d probably collapse into a puddle at his feet otherwise.
“I’ve missed you too, Killian.” She gave him another quick peck on the lips before turning back into the SUV to get Henry out of his booster seat.
“Killy, Killy,” Henry cried, squirming away from his mom as best he could while still strapped in and reaching out toward Killian. Since he and Little Liam were so close, he’d picked up the same nickname Little Liam had for his beloved uncle.
“Hello there, lad,” Killian greeted him when Emma moved aside with a bemused smile on her face. “Welcome to Pigeon Forge! I’m so glad you and your mom are here.”
“Hey! What about us?” called David from the back of the vehicle where he was unloading the luggage.
Killian unstrapped Henry from his booster seat, and he promptly launched himself into his arms forcing a loud oof out of him. “Of course, I’m happy you’re all here,” he replied, as soon as he caught the breath Henry had knocked out of him with his enthusiastic greeting. He put Henry on the ground and joined David at the back to help. He was welcomed by his friend with a hearty handshake and hug of greeting.
“Thank you for having us all, Killian,” David said, picking up his and Mary Margaret’s suitcase and looking up at the house. “Wow! Your home is… that is awesome!”
The men climbed the steps to the front porch where Liam waited patiently for them. “Here, let me take that,” he said, grabbing Henry’s small suitcase from Killian. “The boys and ladies are already inside.”
The men all entered the cabin. Killian could hear the boys up in the loft - Little Liam obviously showing his best friend around - as he led David to his and Mary Margaret’s bedroom. With Elsa’s help, he’d decorated the cabin in shades of brown, red, and green, in keeping with the rustic surroundings of the Appalachians. Since it was the first of - what he hoped would be - many visits in the future, he hoped David and Mary Margaret would be comfortable in the room.
“This is very nice,” David said, looking around.
“I’m glad you like it,” Killian replied. “Elsa was a big help with the decorating.”
David grinned. “I can tell. I didn’t take you as the decorative pillow type.”
Killian chuckled before pointing out the adjoining bathroom and leading his friend back into the kitchen - after dropping Emma’s suitcase in his bedroom - where everyone was already fixing their plates. The meal was delicious and the various conversations ebbed and flowed naturally around the table. It was as if everyone had been close friends for years instead of having met just in the last few months.
“After lunch,” Killian raised his voice a bit, drawing everyone’s attention, “I thought we could go down to the Christmas Place to let the boys pick out decorations for their Christmas tree.”
He may have had a lot of help with interior decorating when he initially bought the cabin, but he’d needed no such assistance when it came to decorating for Christmas. That was the only downside to usually visiting Liam in Boston for the holiday. With multiple shows a day plus nearly two weeks off for Christmas and New Years, Killian rarely did much decorating. But this year, with all his favorite people converging for the festivities, he’d gone all out.
The eaves and porch outside were trimmed with colored lights, as well as a lit up nativity scene in the yard complete with Bethlehem star and angel. Besides the main tree in the den in front of the picture window, each bedroom and the kitchen had their own Christmas tree with a different theme for each one. The tree in the kitchen was decorated with, what else, kitchen utensils and food ornaments. Woodland creatures adorned the tree in David and Mary Margaret’s room. In Liam and Elsa’s room, Killian chose a theme that reflected their own tree at home - a frozen crystal tree with white lights and all the decorations either white, crystal, or resembling glass. His bedroom tree contained a variety of nutcrackers and other characters from the beloved ballet, reflecting both his and Emma’s love of the holiday tradition. But he thought the boys would have fun picking out their own holiday theme and ornaments for the small tree in the loft.
His suggestion was met with enthusiastic approval, and everyone hurried to finish eating so they could go.
As they entered The Christmas Place on the Pigeon Forge strip, the boy's eyes grew to the size of saucers. Little Liam had been to Pigeon Forge before, but not during the holidays and he didn’t remember the one time he’d been inside the huge, gaily decorated shopping venue when he was barely walking. The boys were beside themselves as they ran from room to room looking at all the decorations and ornaments and picking out about a dozen ornaments each for their tree - featuring dinosaurs, cars, trains, and Star Wars and Marvel figures.
“Oh, Killian, look!” Emma exclaimed. Killian hurried over from where the men and boys were watching the very elaborate Christmas train set that ran around the entire room adjacent to where she stood.
“What did you find, Love?” he asked as he slipped his arm around her waist and gave her an all too brief kiss on the cheek.
“It’s a pirate ship!” she cooed, showing him her find. “It can be my souvenir for the trip, since you’re a pirate captain.” Mary Margaret and Elsa arrived then and oooed and ahhed over Emma’s prize. “I can have all our names put on the hull.”
“A fine idea, Love,” Killian praised. “You’ll need to hide it from Henry though.”
“Oh, you’re right,” she mused. “At least until after his birthday.”
They’d decided early on that they would attempt to keep Killian’s occupation a secret from Henry until they arrived at the show for his birthday dinner. Miraculously, they’d been successful so far.
Once all the personalizations had been added to the various ornaments and purchases made, they returned to the cabin, the boys taking off to the loft to decorate their tree. The sounds of two very happy little boys drifted down to where the adults were all busy on the ground floor. The men got a fire going, while the ladies got out bowls, utensils, and toppings for the chili that simmered in the crock pot.
“Momma, Daddy, Miss Emma,” Little Liam called down. “Come see our tree!”
“Duty calls,” Liam said, standing from where he’d just sat down on the sofa.
“Privileges of fatherhood,” Killian quipped, a cheeky grin on his face. Liam made a sour face in return and reached out to box his brother’s ear, but Killian knew what was coming and ducked out of reach just in the nick of time. “As Dad, you get called first. David, Mary Margaret, and I will come see it later.”
As soon as the three parents were up the stairs, Killian realized that he and David were alone. Mary Margaret still bustled about the kitchen leaving the men to themselves. He knew he wanted to have a private conversation with David sometime over the holiday, but he wasn’t sure he was quite ready for it at the present moment. He scratched behind his ear in nervous indecision.
“What’s up, Killian?” David asked, his brows slightly furrowed. “Is everything alright?”
Killian took a deep breath as the thought flew through his mind that David just made the decision for him. “Yes, everything’s fine,” he replied. “Um, I did want to talk to you about something while you were here.”
“What’s that?”
Killian glanced at his friend, then at the tree and dancing fire before speaking. “You know that I love your sister. Dearly.” Another glance at David showed a neutral expression. He swallowed hard before continuing. “I’ve loved her since before we got off the plane four months ago. I know you both didn’t have it easy growing up and that, plus the whole shit show with Neal, made you very protective of her. I want to assure you of my intentions toward her and request your blessing to ask for Emma’s hand in marriage.”
Killian’s eyes returned to David’s countenance, which held the same neutrality as before. It seemed a lifetime before a warm smile broke over his face.
“Of course,” he replied. “Of course you have my blessing.”
Killian blew out a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. “That’s a relief.”
David stood and Killian followed, smiling happily. “You are one of the best men I know, and I also know that you love her and will honor and treasure her the way she deserves.” David reached his hand out and Killian clasped it before they embraced in a brotherly hug. “Do you plan on asking her while we’re here?”
“Yes. At dinner on Christmas Eve. I have a few arrangements to make, now that I know I have your approval.”
“Was there ever really a question?” David asked. “Why were you so nervous?”
“Well, there’s a reason Mary Margaret calls you her Prince Charming,” Killian replied. “And that doesn’t set the bar high at all.”
The men chuckled as Liam, Elsa, and Emma came back down the stairs. “Your turn,” Emma said, her eyes dancing in delight. “You’re going to love it!”
She was right. David and Killian arrived in the loft with Mary Margaret close on their heels. Hulk was seated on the T-Rex and faced off against Darth Vader while Captain America and Iron Man shared space with other dinosaurs, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and Yoda. The various vehicles were scattered all over the other side of the tree where the boys explained they were set up for a grand prix race.
Once they’d adequately expressed their awe and appreciation for the boys’ decorating job, Mary Margaret informed them that dinner was waiting. They all trooped back down and enjoyed the hearty chili that had been simmering all day.
By the time dinner was consumed, the kitchen cleaned up, boys bathed, and popcorn popped, all the excitement of the day was starting to catch up to the little ones. They were both yawning every few minutes even with Star Wars playing on the flatscreen in the den. They hadn’t even made it to Mos Eisley before both boys were sound asleep, heads in their mother’s laps.
“I can’t say I’d mind an early bedtime myself,” Emma yawned, leaning back into Killian’s chest as he tightened his arm around her shoulder. “We have a big day planned tomorrow at Dollywood.” She turned and looked at her boyfriend with a happily contented smile on her face to see much the same expression on his. She wasn’t kidding about wanting an early bedtime. She was more than ready to take that next step in their relationship and it looked like Killian heartily agreed.
He removed his arm from around her and she maneuvered Henry into her arms. Saying goodnight to everyone, Emma and Elsa carried the boys up the stairs and got them deposited in their beds without so much as a twitch or a whimper from either of them.
“Goodnight Emma,” Elsa whispered. “See you in the morning.”
Emma nodded as they descended the stairs to their respective bedrooms. When Emma entered the room, she was momentarily puzzled when she didn’t see Killian. Then she registered the shower running in the adjoining bathroom. When she entered, she was again surprised to find Killian standing in the middle of the room instead of in the shower.
“It’s been a very long day for you,” he began, scratching behind his ear. “And I thought you might like a hot shower before we went to bed.” He glanced up at her and smiled, thankful that she appeared to appreciate his gesture.
“That’s so thoughtful, Killian,” she replied softly. “Thank you.” She moved toward him and he wrapped her in his arms, kissing her deeply. They were both a bit breathless when they parted long moments later. “Will you join me?”
“Are you sure, Emma?” he asked, searching her gaze for any hint of hesitation. He may have invited her to visit this holiday, and to share his bed, but he didn’t want her to feel pressured in any way. He was in this for the long haul and he was more than willing to wait until he knew she was completely comfortable with and ready for that next step.
“I am, Killian. I love you and I want to be with you.”
It was all the assurance he needed. He gathered her in his arms once again and kissed her with everything he had in him - all the love in his heart and mind as well as his hopes and dreams of a future with Emma Nolan. They undressed each other slowly as they kissed, reluctant to part even for that. When they were finally bare before one another, Killian looked into her eyes.
“I love you, too, Emma,” he vowed, before leading her into the large shower and proceeding to love her long into the night.
~*~*~
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The smell of gingerbread permeated the air as their group entered the gates of Dollywood the following morning. Unfortunately, Emma knew it was too early in the day to indulge in the confectionary delights that were making her mouth water, but that didn’t stop her sweet tooth from making its presence quite obvious.
“Mmmmm.” Emma closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, nearly overwhelmed with the delicious aroma, before she opened them again when she heard the chuckle come from the man at her side.
“Exactly what I expected from you,” Killian said. “I knew that sweet tooth of yours wouldn’t be able to resist.”
“Can we go in? Just to look around?” she asked.
“Of course.”
The rest of their group had already made it inside, led by Henry and Little Liam, of course. If the smell of the fresh baked gingerbread was strong outside, it was nothing compared to the competing aromas of gingerbread, caramel, cinnamon, and peppermint that filled the shop.
They came to a stop at a glass window where they could see into the kitchen. The bakers inside were busy rolling out dough, cutting out shapes, and stirring huge pots of different fillings for all the treats. After watching them at work for several minutes, the boys were ready to move on.
They continued on their way, strolling down the street lined with decorated Christmas trees heading toward the Country Fair, the part of Dollywood that was especially for families with small children. There they’d find rides just right for the pint-sized crew, as well as Santa! Trees of every color lined the walkways with white and twinkling colored lights that shone even during the day.
The boys were beside themselves as they waited in line to see the jolly old elf, and when they were finally perched on his lap, the grins on both of their faces were brighter than the sun above. Emma would have been content to get a picture of just Henry and Little Liam on Santa’s lap, but Killian asked if they could all squeeze in behind Santa for a commemorative photo of the day. Santa and his elves were in agreement, so the six adults gathered around the back of Santa’s sled.
“Say peppermint,” the photographer elf prompted.
“Peppermint,” they all replied as the camera clicked. As soon as the elf invited them all to see the shot she took, the boys scrambled down.
“Unca Killy,” Little Liam exclaimed. “You look funny.” Killian hadn’t noticed the look on his face until his nephew said something, but the chuckles from the other adults had him scratching behind his ear in embarrassment. He was the only one not looking at the camera, his focus entirely on his beautiful girlfriend, a thoroughly besotted look on his countenance.
He quickly forgot his embarrassment when Emma turned to him and threw her arms around his shoulders drawing him into a sweet kiss of appreciation and love.
“I don’t think he looks funny at all,” she exclaimed when they parted. Everyone laughed as the ladies took care of ordering prints for everyone.
Once they left Santa, they continued toward Celebration Hall and their Christmas Buffet. There was something that pleased everyone - even two very picky little boys - featuring everything from roast turkey and glazed ham to mashed potatoes and mac and cheese.
The rest of the day was completely delightful, indulging in all the sweet treats Emma had been denied earlier, enjoying the myriad of rides the park had to offer, and taking in more shows than she ever had in her life. Since Killian was also an actor, he knew several of the performers in the shows and brought the whole crew up to meet them and get a backstage peek.
As they were negotiating the crowds heading toward the exits after the spectacular fireworks display to end their day, Killian turned to Emma.
“Did you have a good time today?” he asked.
A soft smile graced her face as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “I did. I really did,” she assured him. “Christmas in the Smokies was my favorite show.”
He grinned with delight. “I was just about to ask.”
“And visiting Santa,” she continued. “And the cinnamon bread. And the kettle corn. Mmmmmmmm. Soooo good.”
Just ahead of them, Henry stumbled with fatigue and Killian didn’t miss a beat, swinging the very tired little boy up into his arms. Emma lifted her head to give Henry a place to lay his as she brushed the hair out of his eyes that were nearly shut.
“He’s so tired,” she whispered.
“Yes,” Killian agreed. “He’s been remarkably well behaved, too. I know how cranky little ones can get when they’re worn out like this.” He smirked and cut his eyes over toward his nephew being carried by his father in much the same way he carried Henry. Emma giggled.
“I think just the joy of the holiday and being here with all his favorite people made a big difference in that regard.” Her heart filled with joy when she saw the blush spread across his cheeks, knowing he’d taken her meaning that he was included among that exclusive group.
“I’m glad,” he whispered.
~*~*~
The next day was Henry’s birthday, and the men had a full agenda, while the ladies got pampered at a local day spa. Emma was so looking forward to the mani/pedi, massage, facial, and gourmet lunch she’d enjoy with Mary Margaret and Elsa. The men were looking forward to spending time on The Island, an entertainment venue on the strip with carnival rides, shops, and a musical jumping fountain, sure to keep the boys occupied while they waited on the ladies. After lunch and a brief rest for the boys, Killian would escort everyone to the evening’s entertainment - Pirates Voyage Dinner and Show.
Unbelievably, they’d been able to keep Killian’s occupation from Henry all this time, so while he knew they were going to a special dinner for his birthday, he had no idea just what that dinner was. It wasn’t until they pulled into the parking lot that Henry realized what he had to look forward to.
“Pi-wates!” he shouted, loud enough to rattle the windows in Killian’s SUV. They laughed at his obvious delight before Emma admonished him to use his inside voice because they all wanted to be able to hear the show.
Once they were parked, the adults turned around to unveil the rest of the surprise to the birthday boy.
“Henry,” Killian began, “I have very much been looking forward to this visit with you and your mom, and this show is a big reason why. You remember how upset you were when you met the pilot of the airplane when we were all traveling to Asheville?” Henry nodded. “Well, I understood why you were so upset and I invited you and your mom to come to Pigeon Forge for your birthday because I am one of the pirate captains in this show.”
Killian grinned and Emma chuckled as Henry’s eyes got as big as saucers. “You’re a pi-wate captain?!” he squealed in excitement.
“Well, I’m not a real pirate captain,” he explained, “but I play one in the show. And as part of your birthday surprise, you’ll get made up like a pirate, and I’m going to bring you down to my ship to be part of the show for a time.”
If Henry hadn’t been strapped into his booster seat, he would be approaching liftoff the way he was bouncing up and down with excitement. They got out of the car and grabbed Henry from the backseat before joining the rest of their group to enter the venue. The boys chattered back and forth about getting to dress up as pirates as they approached and then broke into a play sword fight complete with swinging arms and finger pistols.
The adults ushered them in and they were immediately swept away into the setting surrounding them. Killian introduced everyone to Ruby and Tink, the makeup artists that would be in charge of transforming the boys and himself into pirates ready for a swashbuckling adventure on the high seas.
After introductions were made, Ruby picked up Henry and propped him on her hip as she led them down the hall to where her makeup chair awaited. She tickled his belly and had him in stitches before she plopped him down in the chair. Little Liam was in Tink’s chair beside him and their eyes were huge as the ladies pulled out the tools of their trade.
They got to choose bandanas to put on their heads and then the ladies got to work. In no time at all, both boys were transformed into fearsome pirates, complete with pirate hats and toy swords. Then they got to watch as Killian and his friend Charles, who played Captain Hook’s rival Blackbeard, got the same treatment. By the time Ruby and Tink were done with the men, Charles was barely recognizable from the man who’d sat down in Tink’s chair. With his long hair and beard, Killian had to pick Henry up and reintroduce the lad to his friend and coworker. Killian himself was still perfectly recognizable with just a tousle of his hair, eyeliner, and blush to make him stand out under the harsh lights of the stage. Emma’s heart rate picked up double time at how sexy her man looked. His blue eyes popped and the way he was looking at her made her breath hitch. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hard before releasing her so he could go get into his costume and their party could make their way to their seats for the show.
Once they were seated, a pirate wench named Wendy came to get their drink orders as Little Liam informed her that Captain Hook was his uncle and that they were celebrating Henry’s birthday. She was suitably impressed and promised some special treats during the show for everyone.
They watched the show as they ate their dinner. They were, of course, on the side of Captain Hook and they thoroughly enjoyed the singing, dancing, and acrobatics on full display by Captain Hook, Blackbeard, and their respective pirate crews. The dinner was fantastic - creamy vegetable soup, Buccaneer Biscuit, Cracklin’ fried chicken, swashbucklin’ sugar cured ham, Cob-O Butter Corn, Matey’s Mac ‘n’ Cheese, and Apple O’Me Eye Pie. The special surprises promised by Wendy were specialty drinks in pirate themed mugs for everyone. The boys loved their fruity slushies while the others indulged in more adult beverages, non-alcoholic, of course, for the drivers. At the end of the meal, while everyone else enjoyed their pie, Henry was presented with an ice cream sundae nearly the size of his head in a souvenir pirate ship with sparkling candles for him to blow out. Everyone around them cheered when he successfully blew them out on the first try.
Once he was done eating his sundae, Emma was approached by one of the hosts. He explained that he’d been sent by Killian to fetch Henry for the interactive part of the show. Emma and Henry followed him down to the stage, where Henry was handed off to one of the pirates in Captain Hook’s crew who explained what he’d be doing on the stage. It was only a few moments later that Henry and a little girl who’d also been chosen were led out onto the stage to take part in the live animal demonstrations. The pirate wench with Henry named Milah carried a large blue parrot on her outstretched arm while the other one with the little girl carried a red parrot. Once they were in position, Henry was allowed to feed the creature - simply holding out his little hand which held the parrot’s treat and letting her pick it right up. Then he was given directions for how to send her on a journey around the entire arena before landing on the outstretched arm of the other wench, while the red parrot completed the same journey before landing on Milah’s arm.
Henry was so excited when Milah brought the red parrot close to his face and the bird “kissed” his cheek. Then it was time for Henry and the little girl to be presented to their respective pirate captains to receive permission to join the crews. Milah approached Captain Hook with Henry by her side.
“Captain,” she cried, “young Master Henry has proven himself quite adept at handling Mrs. Davis and requests permission to join the crew of the fearsome Captain Hook!”
“I see,” the captain replied, “and are you prepared to swear allegiance to the crimson flag and to me as your captain?” he asked. “For let me tell you how it works on my ship. I give the orders, you follow them!”
From where Emma still stood near the entrance to the stage area, she could clearly see the delight in her boyfriend’s eyes as he spoke to Henry.
“Yes, Sir,” Henry shouted, saluting his new Captain.
“Then welcome to the pirate crew of Captain Hook,” Killian replied. On the other side of the stage area, the little girl was being welcomed into the crew of Captain Blackbeard. Once Henry had been welcomed by the rest of the crew, he was taken near the edge of the stage to practice his sword fighting with Milah. It was a part of the show where the entire crew of both ships showcased their skill with a sword in preparation for the show finale of an epic battle between the two crews. Emma watched as Milah gave Henry instruction on how to take an enemy by surprise before bringing him back to her so they could comfortably watch the confrontation between the rival pirate crews.
The fight was spectacular. Henry, Emma, and their families loudly cheered for Captain Hook and his crew. Captain Hook and Captain Blackbeard faced each other at the top of the mast while their crews battled below. Suddenly, Captain Hook lunged toward his enemy, and Captain Blackbeard stepped back into open air. He fell from the mast into the water below where a sudden bubbling told the audience that the mermaids from earlier in the show were dispatching Captain Hook’s adversary. As soon as Blackbeard fell into the water, his crew threw down their weapons, to the cheers of Captain Hook’s crew and the audience.
With the show over, Emma, Henry, and the rest of the party made their way to where Killian had said he would meet them after the show. They waited for their turn, watching as he took pictures with audience members. Once they were at the front of the line, Captain Hook grinned widely when he saw them.
“Master Henry!” he called.
“Yes, Sir!”
The captain motioned them all over for a souvenir picture and then turned to Henry. “I understand, young sir, that today is your birthday.”
A banana could have fit in Henry’s mouth sideways at the reminder. “Yes, Sir!” he replied excitedly.
“When we are done with this picture, we’ll have a picture with just you and me,” Captain Hook continued.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Henry cried before turning toward the photographer.
“Everyone smile and say Arrrrrrrgh,” she called.
“Arrrrrrrrrgh!” they all cried before the flash went off.
Once all the pictures were taken - including a picture with Henry, Little Liam, and Captain Hook - they were directed to the counter to pick which portrait package they wanted to take home. Since it was Henry’s birthday, there was an option of a special birthday background with the whole family included.
By the time they were done with their photo and gift shop purchases, Killian was done with his photo ops and out of costume. The boys had chosen several piratey accouterments as well as t-shirts to commemorate the show, while Liam and David both chose model pirate ships. The ladies all bought Captain Hook t-shirts, which Killian was very pleased to see and sign.
After all the excitement of the day, Henry was sound asleep before they arrived back at the cabin and Little Liam’s eyes were drooping as well. As Liam and Elsa took charge of their son, Killian unbuckled Henry’s seatbelt and brought him to his chest, his little head resting on his shoulder. Once he lay in his bed, Emma started undressing him.
“Can you grab his pajamas out of the top drawer?” she whispered to Killian.
“Of course,” he whispered back. As he turned back to them, pjs in hand, Killian felt his heart swell to near bursting. He’d just about given up on finding love and settling down with a family of his own, and here he was helping his girlfriend get her son in bed. He loved them more than life.
He knew in his heart that he’d never find another woman like Emma Nolan and he wanted her in his life forever. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and he had reservations at The Melting Pot in Gatlinburg for the date he’d mentioned on the plane the day he met her. At the time, he didn’t have any thought beyond a first date with a really beautiful and lovely woman. But now, he wanted it to be the first date of a lifetime with the woman he loved. The woman he knew loved him right back.
He arrived back at the bed and helped Emma get the pjs on the little boy, then tucked him into bed, still deep in the land of nod.
“You’re good at that,” Emma whispered as they left the room.
“I had a good teacher,” he replied quietly.
They left the door open to the room since Liam and Elsa would soon be bringing Little Liam in and made their way to their room for the night.
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Thank you for reading and sharing! Final ch will be up on Saturday!
