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alexandralyman:

I wish Emma had come back from the wish!verse still in her princess dress and cloak instead of her normal clothes. And that she just hangs it up in the closet because she’s not sure what else to do with it, she likes her leather jackets and ermine-trimmed cloaks aren’t really all that practical…but one day when Henry is at Regina’s and Killian is out she slips the dress back on and recalls the vague memories of what is was like to be a princess…the gowns, the jewels, the way everyone bowed and curtsied and called her “Your Highness”…and she’s too lost in thought to hear the opening of the door or the call of “Swan? You home?” until Killian is standing there frozen, staring at her with his mouth agape and his eyes dark…and she blushes, embarrassed that he caught her, and she starts to stammer out something, anything, when.

“You look beautiful, Princess.”

And she remembers knights and lords and princes in that other life, but none of them made her feel the way he does, none of them made her heart skip a beat when they clicked their heels together and bowed, lifting her hand to their lips and kissing the back. Not like he does, when he crosses the room and does just that, his beard brushing the delicate skin and making her blush deepen as he looks up at her from under the dark fall of hair on his forehead.

“At your service, milady.”

(and none ever ravished her against a wall like he does, skirts pushed up over her hips and heated kisses muffling her cries…but he is a pirate, after all.)