I love your writing! I got a prompt if you're interested? Killian and Emma haven't slept together yet, and Killian keeps telling Emma that it's because he's a gentleman, but SHE thinks it's because he's ashamed of his stump, but it's ACTUALLY Killian nervous to... perform... because he hasn't slept with anyone since Milah.
so I wanted to write a kink I love but I had nothing else around it other than “this thing happens and it’s hot!!!” which is not the way I like to write fic. but this prompt works quite well with it, so I hope you enjoy!
also let’s pretend the dirigible never showed up
He can tell she’s frustrated with his excuse. After all, they’ve traveled through time, crossed realms, overcome death itself, surely they can cross this final barrier in their relationship together?
If he’s honest with himself, he’s growing weary of it himself. The words fall from his lips like lead and shame churns in his gut when he sees the brief slip in her mask – the flash of hurt, quickly replaced by guilt, and then her mask slips back into place.
She tries to put on a good face, but he knows her. Emma Swan might have a good sense about lies, but she’s quite terrible at telling them herself.
“You know I love you no matter what, right?” she asks on the walk back to the house.
Her hand warms his own as the linked pair swings gently between them. Killian’s eyebrow ticks up as he glances down at her. “Of course, love,” he says, mildly perturbed at the question. “I feel the same.”