Ta-da! Here’s the beginning of the Super (Not So) Secret Project I’ve been working on. A slow burn (Sort of) Cursed!Killian AU. Updates are going to be sporadic, my friends. It takes me ages to write a chapter. Also on ff.net if you prefer to read there, or if you just want to drop by and leave a lovely review. (I also accept flailing in the tags.) Hope it’s not to angsty for y’all. If it is, check out my one shots, some of them are pretty fluffy. Enjoy!
The slamming car door jolted Killian Jones from his nap.
Not any car door, mind you, his car door. His car door that
was attached to the car he’d stolen only a day before. Also the same car where
he had been napping in the back seat. Carefully, Killian opened an eye, wary of
how the newcomer would react to finding him in the back seat. He caught a
glimpse of a leather jacket and a long, blonde ponytail as the woman in the
front seat jammed a screwdriver into the ignition.
Oh, this was going to be interesting.
The woman started the car in record time, cranking the
screwdriver and zooming off still completely oblivious that Killian la curled
up in the back seat.
“I’m impressed, love,” Killian said, sitting up. The woman
screamed, eyes wide behind her glasses. Killian ducked out of the way of that
long blonde hair as she wrenched around to face him. “But really, you could
have just asked me for the keys.”
Grinning, he dangled the keyring by her ear.
She seemed to have trouble deciding whether to keep those
green eyes on him or on the road. Oh he liked her, gutsy enough to jimmy the
car window and easy on the eyes as well.
“Just drive, love, it’s fine.” Killian patted her on the
shoulder, causing her to jump and the car to weave as they pulled into traffic.
“I just stole your car. Your life could be in danger,” she
said, the low pitch of her voice doing nothing to hide the slight waver.
He chuckled. “Killian Jones,” he said, leaning against the
seat and propping his chin on his right hand.
“Yeah, I’m not telling you my name.” Her voice held steady
this time as she eyed him through the rearview mirror.
“I shan’t need it to have you arrested,” Killian said, “when
the robbery is still in progress.”
The woman glanced black at him. He recognized the look on
her face. It was one he’d gotten many times since he came to this realm several
months ago. He flashed his winning smile.
“Emma,” she said. She pressed her lips tightly together. In
a tone so soft he might have missed it if he wasn’t leaning so close, she said,
“Swan,” he said, letting the name roll around his mouth. “I
like the sound of that.”