… the autumn story begins like this: with rusty leaves, with water gilded of dead gold, with soft smiles and nostalgic… with the eyes lost in memories… and with soul, enormous soul…. good morning, Wonderful creatures! Good morning, my friends! :)
Working on thank-you gift-fic for people! This one is for @rozf, who requested Cherik Regency AU…
Thames had not been designed, precisely, for leisure swimming. This was true
even along a pleasure-garden tributary, and true even on a summer-soaked day,
and true even for the passengers aboard the Prince Regent’s flower-bedecked yacht,
though they were learning this fact to some dismay.
Lehnsherr had not been aboard the yacht. In fact he’d been swimming stealthily
behind it and plotting to sneak aboard and violently dismember one of said
passengers, Lord Shaw. He treaded water, and contemplated the sudden arrival of
fashionable aristocrats in his river of vengeance.
in particular the one beside him, who’d not fallen in drunkenly laughing, nor
jumped from the tipsy party to save a lady who’d already saved herself by
swimming to shore. No, the boy next to him, treading water and gazing right
back, had seen him.
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A Hotheaded Prisoner
They say she’s mad—made of madness, made of fire. In a cage by the sea, Flare dreams of escape. She yearns for the day when she’ll flee to a place only she knows, a hidden world of mystical waters and gilded sands.
The island is calling to her. And she she won’t let anyone keep her from it.
Especially not him.
A Coldhearted Prince
They say he’s cruel—crowned of cruelty, as cold as ice. A prince whose gaze cuts like the incisions he administers within his lab. Jeryn has sailed beyond his kingdom for the Trade, to bargain for those wild, imprisoned fools that make his skin crawl.
By law, they’re subjects meant for experimentation. And easy to despise.
One in particular. A girl seething at him from behind bars, with burning eyes and ready fists.
A Mythical Shipwreck
But on the cusp of transport, the tide rages. That uncharted island awaits, a dark tangle of foliage where creatures slither in the mist and poisons lurk in the flora.
Stranded, the prince and prisoner must fight to survive. In this mysterious rainforest, they must band together … if they don’t slay one another first. Or become something more to each other.
Something just as dangerous.
*Book Two in the Foolish Kingdoms duology: same universe, different couple. Can be read as a standalone, though it’s recommended to read TRICK first.*
*Mature YA: sexual content and language. Intended for readers 17 and older.*
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been ages since Killian and Emma were able to spend time alone, and to be
honest, they felt quite bored. After spending most of their time together
chasing down an ice queen and whole gaggle of evil witches, both becoming Dark
Ones, and then spending time in the Underworld, the idea of a quiet moment
seemed to be a novelty that they would never be rewarded. So weeks and weeks
went by with no crises to speak of, and when they finally get a chance to see
what was on Netflix and cuddle on the couch in their home for long stretches of
time, it just never felt right; they felt restless.
“Are we truly incapable of enjoying
the quiet moments?” Emma lamented, as she buried her face into his shoulder and
Killian wrapped his right arm around
her shoulder, pulling her closer into his body. He rubbed his hand over her
arms, attempting to ease her anxiety. “Now Swan, I don’t think we are incapable
of enjoying them. We just don’t know what to do with them, since we get so
little of them.”
“I just…ugh…I don’t know why I
can just relax!”
Hearing the frustration in her voice made him upset, and he
wanted to try his best to cheer her up. “Well, how about we get out of the
house? On a vacation of sorts?”
This cause Emma to jump out of her nook she created in
between his arm and torso. “A vacation?”
“Yes, love. Just you and I.”
A smile appeared on her face, and her green eyes shone
brighter than a few minutes before. “I think that is just what the doctor
A confused look fell across Killian’s face. “Well, I’m no
doctor, but I’m glad you agree. Now, where would you like to go?”
She started to answer, but if she were being completely
honest, she had no idea. “Well, I mean, I know New York is out; we’ve been
there a few times. And I don’t really have a desire to go back to Boston…”
“That’s not what I meant, love. I meant what land would you
like to go to?”
Emma was shocked by his question. “What are you talking
about? We can’t visit another land? To do that, we would have to have a magic…”
Emma’s thought died as Killian sat up from his spot on the couch to dig
something out of his pocket. He revealed to Emma its contents: two small,
transparent beans. Emma sat with her mouth agape looking at it sitting in his
palm, while he stood there, smirking at her reaction.
“Let’s just saw Belle saw fit to have The Dark One thank me
for treating his wife well while she was delivering little Francis.”
“You really are a natural with children.”
“Care to see how I am when they are my own?” he said
wiggling his eyebrows at her.
Emma snorted as she walked up to him and tugged on the
collar of his shirt. “Easy, tiger, we have plenty of time to discuss that
later. Right now, you promised me a getaway.”
“Indeed I did. Now, where can I escort you, milady?” he
asked as he bowed like a gentleman of the royal court.
It didn’t take her long to ask, considering she had been
dying to know if a certain port of call actually existed. “How about Tortuga?”
His head lifted from staring at the ground to look right at
her eyes. He knew that look: Emma really wanted an adventure. “Are you certain?
The inhabitants and visitors alike on the port of Tortuga are a surly bunch.
You might need someone to look after you at all times.”
“Who better to be my escort than Captain Hook?” she
whispered in his ear.
“True that, lass. But I fear these modern garments might be
cause for some confusion. Remember what I said about your red leather jacket on
our first voyage to the Enchanted Forest?”
“Of course I do. You kept eyeing me in my corset,” she
“I can appreciate a work of art when I see one, love,” he
Smiling, she said, “Ok so, wardrobe change?” With a flick of
her finger, Killian was once again adorned in his leather duster and red vest,
while Emma appeared in an emerald green corset and skirt with an ivory shirt
that covered only her upper arms. Killian had to bite the inside of his cheek
to keep the moan from escaping at the sight of her.
“I am beginning to wonder why you don’t wear corsets more
“Because, as I said before, the hurt. But, I needed to play
the part of the captain’s wench.”
“You will never be just a wench, Swan. You are my
everything,” he said in a deep timbre. Killian walked briskly over to Emma,
pressing his lips to hers in a demanding kiss. He wanted to to keep the kiss
going, but she gently pushed him away, earning a sad whine from him. “Killian,
if you keep that up, we won’t make it out of the house.”
Rolling his eyes, he conceded. “As the lady insists…”
He escorted her to their backyard, only a few feet from the
shed. He tossed one of the beans into the air, pocketing the other one. Within
seconds, the bean-created portal swirled in front of them. Emma grasped onto
his hook as they both jumped through the magical gateway. Moments later, they
landed with a thud on the wooden walkways of the pier.
Killian pushed himself from the wooden planks, and then
lifted Emma up after, allowing her to grab onto his arm to ease herself
upright. They were welcomed to port by almost getting shoved into the ocean by
a pair of bickering lovers and by another man attempting to grab Emma’s ass.
Killian stopped the man quickly, placing his hook right in the man’s face.
“Don’t touch what isn’t yours, mate,” he gritted through his teeth. At the
sight of the hook, the man shrunk. “My apologies, Captain. I didn’t know she
was with you.”
“Doesn’t matter. Now where are you needing a new scar? Your
left cheek or your right?”
From behind him, he heard Emma call out, “Killian, come on!
He’s not worth it. Let’s just go and find that tavern you were telling me
Killian forced himself to drop his hook. “You’re lucky she
gave you mercy. No be gone with you.” Neither of them had ever seen a man run
for his like quicker than he had. Emma came up from behind him, rubbing his
shoulders. “While I appreciate you defending your lady’s honor, need I remind
you that I am perfectly capable of handling guys like himself?”
“Aye, lass. But I just can’t help it. Nobody touches my love
and lives to tell the tale…unless she sends them running away like a stuck
pig,” he joked.
“Damn right. Now, let’s go get a drink, shall we?” She took
the elbow he offered to her, and they made their way to one of his favorite
watering holes: The Gilded Lady. The name was derived by the fact the the
lights that surrounded shone so brightly throughout the place that it gave off
the illusion that the walls were made of
gold. As the entered the establishment, all eyes turned to its new occupants,
and everyone went silent. It had been years since Captain Hook had visited
Tortuga, so it came as quite a surprise to see him not only without his crew,
but accompanied by a stunning blonde.
The barkeep, a svelte blonde man by the name of Barney,
broke the silence, “Well, if it isn’t Killian Jones. Been ages, it has.”
“It sure has, Barn. Still fat I see.”
“And you’re still ugly.”
Both men erupted into a fit of laughter. Barney then said,
“Get your mangy arse up here and have a drink with me!”
“Gladly.” The commotion of the tavern turned back to normal
as they walked over the bar. He made sure Emma had a seat before he sat next to
“So, who is the lass?” Barney asked.
“Barney, this is Emma Swan. My true love.”
Barney’s eyes went wide. “You’re fucking with me.”
Killian shook his head. “It’s true. We found out a few weeks
ago,” he admitted as he took her wrist and placed a kiss on her glowing skin.
Emma stuck out her hand for Barney to take. “Nice to meet
you.” Barney grabbed it, shocked that a woman would greet him in such a way,
but shook her hand nonetheless.
“Likewise. I’ve known this man here for many year. Had a lot
of ups and downs, this one. I just hope that you can see him for who he is
beyond all of that.”
Emma placed her hand on Killian’s legs and squeezed. “Of
course I do. That’s what made him into the man I love.”
“Indeed,” Barney said, smiling at the two of them. “I think
this calls for a celebration. One round on the house. I know the Captain’s poison,
what’s yours, milady?”
“I’ll take rum as well.”
“I like this lass already,” Barney said while flashing
Killian a smile. Barney poured both Killian and Emma three fingers of Killian’s
favorite Tortugan rum. It was spicy with a note of local oranges. Emma
commented on how delicious it was, and Killian was ecstatic that he could share
another one of his favorite things with her. They chatted for a about ten
minutes when they heard rumbling of a fight just outside the tavern.
“Just another night in Tortuga, eh, Barn?” Killian asked as
he took another sip of his rum.
“You can say that again…”
All of a sudden, a voice Killian recognized was singled out
amongst the voices. It was a distinctly slurred voice, one that Killian had
become accustomed to hearing many times over the course of his travels. “You
will always remember this as the day that you lost your money to…” The man
didn’t get to finish as his body flew through the door of the tavern, landing
on two tables with customers, splashing drinks and breaking wood. The man
groaned as he lie atop the broken tables, but he still managed to finish his
sentence. “Captain Jack Sparrow.”
Emma couldn’t breathe. Not only was Tortuga real, and that
it was infested with pirates, but HE was real. “Is that who I think it is?” she
whispered to Barney.
“Aye, Captain Jack Sparrow. Worst captain to sail the seven
“Some might say he’s the best,” she giggled. She looked over
to Killian as he went to get up from his stool. “Killian? Are you okay?”
“I am, love. I just need to say hello to an old friend.”
With that he hopped off of his stool, and walked over to the mess on the ground
a few feet away. Killian grasped the back of Jack’s shirt and jerked up so he
could attempt to stand. Jack’s eyes were somewhat glazed over, but his face lit
up when he saw who was in front of him. “Killy! How are you, mate?!” Jack
slurred “It’s been ages! Did you end up skinning that crocodile you kept
“Jack, you’re looking as…drunk as ever.”
“What can I say? I do love the rum.”
Their conversation was cut short by the shrill voice of a
woman calling from the entrance. “Where is my good for nothing husband?” The
woman in question was equal part regal and fierce. Killian could tell she had
come from a posh upbringing, but her attire suggested that she left such
comforts to pursue a life of piracy and adventure. Her eyes glanced around the
room, searching for the man in question, until the landed on Killian and Jack.
Jack looked right at Killian and said, “Oh, bugger.”
“Care to tell me something, old bean?” Killian asked.
“Yes, well, I may or may not have…gotten married since
last we saw one another,” Jack said, nervously waving his arms in the air.
The fiery woman approached them. “Jack, why in the world to
do you think it’s okay to leave me on the Pearl while you are off gallivanting
He pointed a finger at Killian, as if to ask for a moment, and
then turned around to address his wife. “Elizabeth. Liz. Lizzie, darling…”
“Don’t you ‘Lizzie, darling’ me, Jack. Why did you leave
“You were just so beautiful sleeping, darling. I didn’t want
to wake you,” he said, flashing his awful teeth at her. “You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you. It’s all of these slags I don’t trust…”
He placed his dirty hands on her creamy white cheeks. “No
one could hold a candle you, Lizzie. You are the the first mate of the Black
Rolling his eyes, he amended his statement. “Yes, yes,
you’re the captain. But you’re my first mate.”
This got her to smile. “That’s a little better.”
“Now, what do you say to meeting an old friend of mine,
savvy?” Jack turned back around to face Killian, and Killian’s eyes went wide.
“Captain Elizabeth Swann, meet Captain Killian Jones, aka the infamous Captain
“Wait a second, you married Elizabeth?!” Killian screeched.
Elizabeth looked toward Killian then to Jack again. “You
Killian looked back to Emma and then to Barney. “Hey Barn,
hide the rum. This lass can’t hold her liquor for shit!”
Jack mumbled behind her, “Don’t I know it.” This earned a
swat on the chest from Elizabeth. “But how do you to know each other?”
“When Killian was in the Royal Navy, he would come to Port
Royal a lot. We became friends,” Elizabeth answered.
“But then after my excursion to Neverland, we never saw one
another after that. But it looks like you’ve done well, in a matter of
speaking. Captain of the Black Pearl, eh? A fine vessel indeed. One could even
say it rivals even my Jolly.”
“Care to put a wager on it?” Elizabeth asked.
“Sorry, lass, not today. I’m actually here with my lady
love. Come, say hello.” Killian waved both Jack and Elizabeth to follow him
over to where Emma sat, still in shock over the fact that Jack Sparrow and
Elizabeth Swan were not only real, but coming over her. She adjusted herself
quickly, and then Killian came to stand behind. “Captains, this is Emma Swan.
My true love.”
Just as Barney had, both of them
looked at Killian in surprise. “Is she really, Killian?” Elizabeth asked with
tears in her eyes. When he nodded, Elizabeth closed the distance between them
to embrace Emma. “I’m so happy for you and Killian. He deserves all the love in
the world. Also, love the name,” she added as she winked.
It was Jack’s turn to make his
acquaintance, taking Emma’s hand and placing a kiss on her knuckle. “Pleasure
to meet you, lass. I knew this scurvy sea dog in the worst of times. Be the
light he needs.”
Nervously, she replied, “I shall endeavor
to do so!”
“Blimey, you even have her talking
like you! Next thing you know, she’ll be stealing your rum!”
“Speaking of which, order us another
round, Killian,” Elizabeth ordered.
“Nice try, Liz, but the only Swan I
take orders from is Emma,” he winked.
“Oh, fine! Please order us another
round?” she asked.
“Much better.” Killian turned to
Emma and asked, “What say you, love? Care for another round with these two?”
“I would love that very much!” Emma
“Alright, then! Barn, another
Barney had to break the bad news.
“Sorry, Killian. We ran out of rum for the night.”
didn’t sit well with Jack. “But why is the rum gone?!?”