A Pirate, a Farmer, and Royalty
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katleeptWorking Title: A Pirate, A Farmer, and Royalty
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Character/Pairing: Captain Swan (Hook/Emma), Snowing (Charming/Snow)
Rating: PG/K+
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abc_onceupon: Stolen Kiss
Warning(s): Alternate (No Curse) Universe
Word Count: 904
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Though just a lad, Killian Hook has always been a person who knew he wanted and never hesitated to get it. He's lingered too long this time, but this bounty is a very special prize. He must be very careful as to how he goes about getting it, and as he ponders each day just how to take the jewel he wants and watches it from afar, he grows ever closer to his glistening conquest. He manages to get to know her, to talk and laugh with her, and then, one day, he is presented with the opportunity for which he has waited all year.
She's not even aware as he watches her with cunning eyes. She doesn't realize what's over her head or about to be all around her body. The palace workers are foolish, he thinks, to have placed such a beautiful jewel where it can be so easily taken. He waits until every one is looking elsewhere, and then he makes his move.
On feet as silent as a cat's, he encroaches upon her territory. He waits until her back is turned before he springs. He hooks one hand around her waist; the other catches her jaw and holds her silent as his lips touch hers. Her eyes widen as he takes her kiss. He hears the guards begin to shout and turns and runs.
"KILLIAN!" he hears her shouting behind him but dares not slow his pace. They have tolerated him up until now, but he is the son of a Pirate. They will bar him from the palace now, if they don't throw him into the dungeon and lock him away forever more.
Snow White laughs as she sees the expression on her daughter's face. "Leave them be," she orders the guards.
"But, milady -- "
"No."
Grumpy looks up at Snow, mischief dancing in his dark eyes. "Think she can handle him?"
"Oh, I know she can." Snow smiles proudly. "She is my daughter, after all."
Emma proves that fact as she runs through the castle, hiking her royal gown up well above her ankles. Her mother was a bandit before she became the Queen she is now, and little Emma knows the stories well. She also knows the castle far better than Killian, and although she swiftly takes the long way around to where she knows he'll hide in the emptied ballroom, it doesn't take her long at all to catch him.
Killian's breathing hard when Emma spies him in the needles of the pine tree. He gulps. His eyes dart around, looking around each festive decoration he can spy and expecting to see a guard looming over him at any time, but there's only Emma as she closes in on him.
"I have decided," Emma announces to the room, although there's only the two of them in it, "that Mother is right. Boys are silly." She locks eyes with Killian, who tries desperately to back further up into the Christmas tree but can not for his back is already pressed against the wood. "I know you grew up as a Pirate, Killian, but haven't you learned anything from living here? You can't steal something that's given to you."
She leans in pass the thick branches of the tree and presses her lips to his. Suddenly, he's thankful for the wood against his back for it's in pressing against the tree that he manages to keep standing despite the shock and wonderful feelings her kiss sends spiraling through him. Emma's closed mouth lifts far too soon from his.
Killian stares at her, clearly shocked. She winks and giggles. "Catch me if you can." He tears out of the Christmas tree, but she's faster and knows the palace much better than he.
Snow and her friends look back up as the children run, laughing, down the hallway right outside the room wherein they are gathered. She faces those who do not approve of their behavior. "Children will be children." She leans closer in to her best friend and whispers to him, "See? I told you she can handle him."
Grumpy grins despite his name. "She is your daughter," he admits.
"And the boy is a Pirate."
Snow glowers at the oldest woman in their group, but before she can speak to Granny, the door opens. She looks up as her husband enters and beams. Her anger is forgotten, but Granny's words linger. Not too long ago, some one could have said the same about David. They could have said, if they had known he wasn't his twin, that he was only a farmer. "What matters," she states firmly, "is that he makes her happy."
Grumpy, the other Dwarves, Red, and even a certain cricket all smile as Granny harrumphs quietly. She purses her lips to keep from saying something to the reigning Queen which she might come to regret, but Snow has forgotten her for the time being. She has eyes only for her husband, around whom she throws her arms and to whose lips she presses her own much the same, she secretly suspects, as her daughter might kiss a Pirate again one day. It doesn't matter what they are or what they could have been, had their lives been different. What matters, she silently shows the whole room with her passionate kiss with her loving husband, is that they do love each other and make one another happy forever.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Character/Pairing: Captain Swan (Hook/Emma), Snowing (Charming/Snow)
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge:
abc_onceupon: Stolen KissWarning(s): Alternate (No Curse) Universe
Word Count: 904
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Though just a lad, Killian Hook has always been a person who knew he wanted and never hesitated to get it. He's lingered too long this time, but this bounty is a very special prize. He must be very careful as to how he goes about getting it, and as he ponders each day just how to take the jewel he wants and watches it from afar, he grows ever closer to his glistening conquest. He manages to get to know her, to talk and laugh with her, and then, one day, he is presented with the opportunity for which he has waited all year.
She's not even aware as he watches her with cunning eyes. She doesn't realize what's over her head or about to be all around her body. The palace workers are foolish, he thinks, to have placed such a beautiful jewel where it can be so easily taken. He waits until every one is looking elsewhere, and then he makes his move.
On feet as silent as a cat's, he encroaches upon her territory. He waits until her back is turned before he springs. He hooks one hand around her waist; the other catches her jaw and holds her silent as his lips touch hers. Her eyes widen as he takes her kiss. He hears the guards begin to shout and turns and runs.
"KILLIAN!" he hears her shouting behind him but dares not slow his pace. They have tolerated him up until now, but he is the son of a Pirate. They will bar him from the palace now, if they don't throw him into the dungeon and lock him away forever more.
Snow White laughs as she sees the expression on her daughter's face. "Leave them be," she orders the guards.
"But, milady -- "
"No."
Grumpy looks up at Snow, mischief dancing in his dark eyes. "Think she can handle him?"
"Oh, I know she can." Snow smiles proudly. "She is my daughter, after all."
Emma proves that fact as she runs through the castle, hiking her royal gown up well above her ankles. Her mother was a bandit before she became the Queen she is now, and little Emma knows the stories well. She also knows the castle far better than Killian, and although she swiftly takes the long way around to where she knows he'll hide in the emptied ballroom, it doesn't take her long at all to catch him.
Killian's breathing hard when Emma spies him in the needles of the pine tree. He gulps. His eyes dart around, looking around each festive decoration he can spy and expecting to see a guard looming over him at any time, but there's only Emma as she closes in on him.
"I have decided," Emma announces to the room, although there's only the two of them in it, "that Mother is right. Boys are silly." She locks eyes with Killian, who tries desperately to back further up into the Christmas tree but can not for his back is already pressed against the wood. "I know you grew up as a Pirate, Killian, but haven't you learned anything from living here? You can't steal something that's given to you."
She leans in pass the thick branches of the tree and presses her lips to his. Suddenly, he's thankful for the wood against his back for it's in pressing against the tree that he manages to keep standing despite the shock and wonderful feelings her kiss sends spiraling through him. Emma's closed mouth lifts far too soon from his.
Killian stares at her, clearly shocked. She winks and giggles. "Catch me if you can." He tears out of the Christmas tree, but she's faster and knows the palace much better than he.
Snow and her friends look back up as the children run, laughing, down the hallway right outside the room wherein they are gathered. She faces those who do not approve of their behavior. "Children will be children." She leans closer in to her best friend and whispers to him, "See? I told you she can handle him."
Grumpy grins despite his name. "She is your daughter," he admits.
"And the boy is a Pirate."
Snow glowers at the oldest woman in their group, but before she can speak to Granny, the door opens. She looks up as her husband enters and beams. Her anger is forgotten, but Granny's words linger. Not too long ago, some one could have said the same about David. They could have said, if they had known he wasn't his twin, that he was only a farmer. "What matters," she states firmly, "is that he makes her happy."
Grumpy, the other Dwarves, Red, and even a certain cricket all smile as Granny harrumphs quietly. She purses her lips to keep from saying something to the reigning Queen which she might come to regret, but Snow has forgotten her for the time being. She has eyes only for her husband, around whom she throws her arms and to whose lips she presses her own much the same, she secretly suspects, as her daughter might kiss a Pirate again one day. It doesn't matter what they are or what they could have been, had their lives been different. What matters, she silently shows the whole room with her passionate kiss with her loving husband, is that they do love each other and make one another happy forever.
The End
