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Killian Jones intrigued her from the moment she caught him watching from across the tavern, his hair falling into his wide eyes and a pink tinge to his cheeks. He looked for all the world like he’d never seen a woman before, and Emma wondered at his history as she sipped her rum. She couldn’t help it; she had always been too curious for her own good. Watching the deckhand - for that’s what he must have been - flinching and cowering at loud noises like a mistreated horse made her want to steal him away. She didn’t know quite why she was drawn to him. He was nice to look at, certainly, but Emma had never felt anything more than carnal desires for a man; nothing like the pull she felt to help this one, to comfort him, to hold him and protect him.

It was this pull that had her following him from the tavern into the night. She tried to tell herself she shouldn’t, but her feet carried her along in his trail anyway. When she found him again, curled up in the mud, taking his beating from the motley crew of thugs without so much as a whimper, Emma knew then that whatever it took, she had to have him.

Blackbeard was a cruel brute of a man, a bully, but beneath his bluster was a coward that couldn’t hold Emma’s cold stare, nor match her sharp tone when she demanded he turn his abused deckhand over to her. She offered him more than he thought Killian was worth and his eyes had bugged out when she tossed the pouch of coins onto his desk. He hadn’t quibbled after that, gleeful as he agreed to let her keep Killian. More trouble than he’s worth, that boy. Honestly I’m glad to be rid of him. Emma hadn’t bothered with a response. All that mattered was taking Killian far away from here.

He was so nervous, the trauma he’d been put through at Blackbeard’s hands making him afraid of her; although Emma herself had done nothing to warrant his fear. She had to be patient with him, keeping her movements slow, her voice gentle. The first time she’d offered him a choice, it nearly broke him. She’d seen his mind begin to fray in the trembling of his body, the soft panting of his breath as his eyes darted between her and the door. He’d mumbled an apology, frantic and shying away from her, as though afraid of what she would do to him.

A deckhand Killian/pirate captain Emma fic inspired by this prompt @caught-in-the-filter​​ shared, and especially by her tags on it:

Chapter One

He didn’t know her, but his soul did, and the twenty years that lay between them was suddenly nothing at all…

Cannon Divergent - Season 4 Finale

A SilverHook take on Operation Mongoose (aka Deckhand Hook)

For Maddie, you know why ❤

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“Where’s your rum?” Emma teased, the taste of goat milk strong and sour on her palate. They were safe for now, the dragon vanquished, though they all knew the winged beast was only the start of their adventure. He was different here. Not simply older, though he was certainly that, hair streaked through with grey. Hard-earned lines crossed his still handsome face, though they certainly were not from laughter - that knowledge sat heavily in the pit of her stomach. What had happened to him? She wondered, watching him from the corner of her eye as he captained the ship he had loved for more than two centuries, a vessel which was as much a  stranger to him as she was.

“Old bones, love,” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes the way it should, and her heart lurched once more. The sunlight cut across his face much the same way it always had, the angles of his jaw casting shadows deep as fathoms. But there was an air of tiredness to him now, the grey peppering through his beard aging him less than the sag of his shoulders, weary with not only the time which stretched  now between them, but for a life he was never meant to have lived without her. A step closer and she inhaled the familiar scent of him, something Gold and the author hadn’t been able to replace. The Jolly swayed familiarly beneath her feet as she hung on to the rope above her head while Henry came back up to the deck- can I sail her now?- and she watched him once more with her son.

Anger flared in her chest, hot and snapping like a caged beast. Why had they done this to him? She watched as this strange altered version of her fearsome pirate smiled wearily at her son, the bond which had grown and blossomed between them over the last months now a shadow of what they were.

Where does that leave us? she worried, the Jolly humming to life as Killian grasped the helm once more, chafed wrists painful now that the adrenaline of escape ebbed from her blood, but it would wait, and she stood against the rail, solid and familiar, watching the sun settle low on the sea.

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A huge thank you to @elizabeethan for beta-ing this for me ❤

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His heart is beating faster than it ever has before. A surge of confidence fills his chest and his muscles stop their shaking as they grow stronger.

Solid. Rooting him to the floor as his feet become sturdier; no longer urging him to run.

The shock of standing up to someone- to fighting in a duel and winning rushes over him and he feels something new.

Pride.

He’s powerful now. 

He sees Emma in the distance smiling back at him as he confronts the evil Queen, so sure in himself now that he’s beaten her prince. 

It’s all so new and yet the tiniest spark inside him tells him it feels right.

He feels like he could be someone. 

He feels like he could make a difference.

He feels like a hero.

“What about you, your majesty?” he asks as he circles the queen, basking in every drop of bravery that fills him by the second, “shall I make quick work-”

Pain rips through his chest just as Emma’s horrified cry hits his ears.

Red hot burning fills him.

He can’t speak.

He can’t move.

Blood rushes in his ears so much so he can barely register the venom being whispered to him from behind. 

His body is frozen, shocked- the burning soon turns him cold as he sees Emma’s face… all he sees is Emma’s face.

This is the end. He can feel it.

But then...

He sees flashes. Swift images of another life.

He sees himself.

A captain. A ship and crew of his own. He’s respected. He’s feared. He’s brave.

A friend. He has people. He’s happy. He’s welcome. He belongs.

A lover. He’s wanted. He’s embraced. He’s cared for.

He’s found home. He’s found family. He’s found peace.

He’s loved.

They were telling the truth. In another life... he was someone.

Then he sees nothing but white light. His vision fails him as the blade is yanked from his back. He feels his face crumble as his legs- legs that were strong and firm moments ago, now collapse beneath him. 

He feels his body shut down as he plummets to the ground, eyes long fallen heavy and closed.

He feels cold. He feels numb.

His essence leaves just as he hits the stone.

He feels no more. 

He is no more.

So I gave some Colin O’Donoghue characters Among Us hats. Any sus?

bonus some extra Hooks

extra bonus because the red hat was legit asking for it

Just a deckhand... who just had his world turned upside down by the witch he helped rescue.

First Colin O'Donoghue photo from his recent photoshoot.