#;blackhook

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

Ed couldn’t help but grin at the familiar words, delivered in that familiar half-asleep slurred, thick voice. He leant into the kiss happily, pulling his ex-husband snug against him, the sheets rustling with the movement. “Or you could learn to close them properly.” He replied, still grinning as he pulled back from the kiss. “But then you wouldn’t be you, and I can’t have that...”

He trailed light kisses along Killian’s neck to his shoulder, enjoying this rare moment of peace that was solely theirs. “So, how much longer do you think we have?” He murmured, lifting his head to listen closely to the house beyond their bedroom door. He couldn’t hear the boys stirring yet - if he was awake, William would be nose-deep in a book already - but there was the faintest hint of movement from Anne’s room. 

@captaindashingrapscallion sent me a 👥 for a dual promo of our blogs. (For @rightfulcaptxin)

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

Ed returned Killian’s kiss easily and happily - he let it linger for a while before he pulled back to take a sip of his drink. “The boys settle down alright?” He hooked an arm comfortably around Killian’s waist, his hand settled against his hip. Since he could no longer hear any whining or complaints, or footsteps on the floor above, he assumed they were both tucked up in bed.

He leant in to press a kiss to Killian’s jaw, feeling the brush of his stubble against his lips. Pulling back again, he gently clinked his glass to Killian’s, his smile turning a little sombre for a moment. “A drink to Li.” He murmured softly, taking another sip of the rum. It was a tradition of theirs, to have a drink in his name at the end - and the beginning - of each year that went by without him.

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

Ed smiled as Killian nestled against him, amused as always by his partner’s need to seek out warmth. “Probably safe to tell him we might be a few extra days, even if it clears up tomorrow. I’ve gotta say... I’m actually kinda glad the storm hit this bad. Gives me more time to relax with you.” He stroked a hand through Killian’s hair lightly. “Which I think we both need.”

He shifted, standing slowly so as not to disturb Killian too suddenly. He circled around the chair and bent, pulling Killian up easily. He dropped down into the chair in the space now vacated, tugging Killian into his lap once he was settled. He secured the blanket again, draping his arms loosely around him. “There. Much better, hm?” He pressed a kiss to his temple. 

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

He wanted to push, to dig beneath the surface, to find out why Killian had come to him with this now – for there was always a reason, always something driving him to open up like this. There was some outside factor that had brought him to this moment, asking of him a question that could open a door too many for both of them. Knowing him as well as he did, however, he didn't. Edward knew that all would be revealed to him in time, one way or another.

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

Edward Thatch. Well... there was definitely no denying it. That was his name, clear as day. The use of the secret surname very few even had the privilege of knowing sealed it for him. To most of the world around him, he was Teach - the name he had chosen for himself when leaving behind one life to start anew, free and in control of his own future. Thatch was the name he kept close to his heart, divulging only to those he knew he could trust - like Killian.

@captaindashingrapscallion liked this post for a starter

He hadn’t wanted to believe it - but now that it was staring him in the face, he couldn’t deny it. He shook his head, anger quickly surfacing since it was the only emotion he could make any sense of under the circumstances. The heroes had not wanted him along - we can’t trust him, they’d whispered to each other when they thought he couldn’t hear them - even though he had swallowed his pride to offer his help. And this... this was what they brought back with them.

“You shouldn’t have gone.” He growled, taking a step away from his houseboat and towards the man who stood upon the dock only a few feet away. “You bloody idiot... what did you do?” He had been around magic long enough to feel it in a person’s presence - and he had seen the Dark One’s power closely enough once to recognise it now. It radiated from him like black tendrils of threat, though he felt no sense of ill purpose from him. Yet. Killian trusted him, confided in him. They were friends. But there was a chance that things were different now.

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

Well, that had backfired immensely.

Edward closed his eyes with an inward groan as Killian took his words, his actions, the wrong way as he'd hoped to avoid, and shoved the gold back into his hand. He'd wanted to help him out without risking the revelation of more vulnerable emotions, but it seemed that was now an impossible feat, especially if he wanted Killian to believe he wasn't treating him like a common wench. With the coin pouch still in his hand, he turned and watched Killian angrily snatch up clothes.