#;CaptainPrince

[ghostofashina]

LEIF ERIKSSON & HARALD SIGURDSSON:

touching.

[ghostofashina]

“You want to be brothers-in-arms, to have him to yourself… to be shipwrecked together, (to) perform valiant deeds to earn his admiration, to save him from certain death, to die for him - to die in his arms, like a Spartan, kissed once on the lips… or just run his errands in the meanwhile. You want him to know what cannot be spoken, and to make the perfect reply, in the same language.”

— Tom Stoppard, The Invention of Love

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Midnight Affections

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

"Manners?" James scoffed with a grin. "Darling, I am a bloody prince. I do not need manners." He kissed back with equal fervour, hands threading into Killian's thick locks as he pressed himself further against the pirate. When he pulled back, he grinned again, one hand shifting to smooth down the pirate's chest. "Your crew need a reprimand, by the way. It was far too easy to sneak past them."

Sitting astride Killian's lap, he toyed idly with the buttons of his shirt, fingertips occasionally teasing against the exposed skin in the open 'v'. "You have me for the whole night." He told Killian, smiling slyly. "I slipped away from the festivities when no one was looking, and it will be a while before my father notices I am gone. Even when he does, he will have no idea where to send the guards to look for me…"

[nikolashpaint-blog]

“The Adventures of Captain Prince, Snow White and Rose Red” 

Acrylic Paint on Paper

Stay tuned for the rest of it. 

[anhonourablecaptain]

A Dire Situation

Continued: [x]  |  @princesircastic

Since dismissing Killian on the phone, Liam had tracked David’s phone and they had established a base near the building of trusted officers. He was leading the task force, against advice from his superiors, but he had given them a few choice words when they dared to attempt to take him off the case. With the proviso that he would not do anything too reckless, he’d set to work getting the team together, co-ordinating the operation and waiting for their culprit to make contact.

The sound of screeching tires drew his attention, but it wasn’t until he heard the snapped voice that he drew his attention from his team, surprised to see James with Killian at his heels. “Robin, you and Scarlett take over here, allow me to deal with this…” he stated, trying to ignore the way his brother noticed his clipped, cold tones; a clear sign of his distress.

Stepping forward, he took James by the elbow, shooting him a look that said not to argue, leading him around the back of one of the vans, gesturing for Killian to follow. “I told you to stay put, for good reason. I am barely able to stay on this case as it is without you coming in demanding answers. So for David’s sake, will you remain as calm as possible,” he pleaded, knowing how difficult it was, but requiring it all the same. It was only when he felt Killian’s hand on his shoulder that Liam realised his fists were clenched, arms trembling with the emotion he was forcing himself to hold back.

“David was taken this morning on a routine run. I told him not to go alone…” he breathed, stepping away from James and brushing his hand over his forehead, clearly blaming himself for this situation. “He’s inside…” he murmured, nodding towards the warehouse in question, “And the bastard’s got a gun.” 

[carmelloice]

The only waps we can post on the timeline ... on a side note I think I could be in an army movie which one can I star in lol ? #CaptainPrince (at Survival Tactics Paintball) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2MjN4nFG1f/?igshid=vkv1qbzflz48

[despxratesouls]

Caught Out

@rightfulcaptxin

Standing in the driveway of his home with a mug of steaming tea in his hands, Eric smiled at the three men gathered around him, laughing as he listened to them discussing the new neighbour who had moved in to the block. They had all come outside to spy on the things being delivered and now Philip and David seemed to be in a couples debate over whether or not the man moving in was married or single, whilst James seemed to be evaluating his possessions with a critical eye. Deciding to put them out of their misery, he cleared his throat to catch their attention, smiling when three sets of eyes turned to him. 

“I saw him earlier you know, when he came up with the car...” he commented, raising his cup to his lips as he watched their curiosity grow. Philip was the first to snap, nudging him in the ribs as if offended that he was holding out the information, urging him to continue. “Come along Eric, you cannot simply stop before you have even given the slightest of details.” Forcing his friend to wait a moment longer purely because he could, Eric took another sip of tea before he started to divulge what he had seen. 

“Well he was definitely something to look at. I can tell you that much. I’d say about 6′1″, and lean as hell, looking fantastic in jeans that left nothing to the imagination. And I mean nothing. I was definitely left with quite a distinct impression of what he has to offer, if you know what I mean.” Pausing, he took another drink from his mug, cradling it between his two hands as he lingered on the thought, catching his lower lip between his teeth as he lingered on the ideas that had flitted through his mind at the sight of the new neighbour.

Glancing at James, he offered him a smirk. “I can’t even begin to tell you the things I wanted to do to him, it was sinful.” 

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Intimate Choreography

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

James shrugged the shirt from his arms, immediately returning his grasp to Killian's hips. He deepened the kiss, pressing closer to him, one leg hooking around Killian's to drag him flush against him. He broke the kiss, drawing in a quick breath before claiming another instantly, his own hands then working their way up under Killian's shirt.

He dragged fingernails over the other man's back, hitching the shirt up as his hands slid higher. One hand shifted around to splay against the firm muscles of his abdomen, inching up towards his chest. He nipped playfully at Killian's lip, flashing the lawyer a grin. "How daring do you want to be?" He sent a glance over his shoulder at the couch in the room beyond.

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"James... can we talk?" (Li; UF ;D )

@anhonourablecaptain | plotted thing from forever ago

It really wasn’t uncommon for Liam to visit the castle - with their fathers being such good friends and their kingdoms bordering each other (and the ride between the two castles not that long, thankfully), the Jones princes were often seen in the halls of King George’s castle. Likewise, James was a frequent visitor to the Jones castle. James merely lifted his head from the book he’d been reading - Liam was one of the few who knew his ‘secret’ hobby - and grinned over at him.

“Hello to you too.” He could see at once that Liam was nervous for some reason - he had that awkward look to him, and he was looking everywhere but at him. “Well… you have come all this way just to talk to me about something? Must be serious.” He slipped the bookmark into the book, and closed it, setting it down on the cushioned window seat beside him. “Okay then. Out with it. What has you all tense and fidgety?”

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moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed (James ;D)

Fictional Kiss Prompts | Accepting | @captaindashingrapscallion

They had the path down almost perfect.

If he spared a moment to consider just how many times they had navigated the Nolan apartment - or the Jones house - whilst barely able to part an inch from one another, James would most definitely find himself unable to put a number to it. It had become almost like an art form of theirs, a well-rehearsed dance that they could do with their eyes closed. Which, sometimes, they did. 

Hands were already tugging at his shirt, having already shed his jacket somewhere near the front door, and his own were currently sliding themselves rather comfortably into the back of Killian’s impossibly (but deliciously) tight jeans. He broke from the kiss with a sharp intake of breath as his hip knocked against a doorframe, disrupting his balance and halting their progress - but not for long. Shifting around, immediately adjusting his steps, James simply twisted until his back met a wall, and he dragged Killian against him and into another kiss.

Almost perfect.

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🎉 (for James)

Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve. | Not Accepting

Really, it was too easy to sneak aboard the ship. All he’d had to do was wait until the skeleton crew had their attention turned elsewhere, and he’d slipped onto the deck and down below before anyone had even noticed him. He’d have to chide them later for that. Right now, however, he had more important intentions on his mind. He’d escaped the castle during the end of year festivities, not caring if he was missed or not, for one sole purpose.

As he drew up to the door of the captain’s quarters, he tugged down the hood of his cloak and took a moment to check his reflection before he swept into the room beyond without bothering to knock. The man he had come to see was where he’d expected him to be - at his table, studying some map or other. “Special delivery for Captain Jones.” He grinned, kicking the door shut behind him. Without waiting for a response, he crossed the room, slid into the pirate’s lap, and claimed a kiss.

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Domestic Differences

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

James accepted the sweet kiss from Killian quite eagerly, pleased to settle in against him once more. There was no way he was getting out of bed any time soon – not when he had such pleasant warmth to snuggle into. "I'm up because you didn't close those bloody curtains." He murmured, partially in complaint. He buried his face once more in Killian's neck to escape the unforgiving glare, the hand upon Killian's chest settling comfortably over his heart.

"I don't even want to know what time it is." Knowing his luck, it was before nine – a crime, he considered, for a Sunday morning. Still, if Killian didn't try and get up any time soon, there was every chance he could fall back to sleep – providing that glare didn't get any worse. "Y' should just do what I do, an' never open them in the first place. That way, we can avoid this problem."

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Definitely Not Dating

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

[ text; Hot Lawyer ] Oh, yes. Definitely just supporting Dave.

[ text; Hot Lawyer ] It's not like he's in love with him or anything, nah.

James hesitated, rereading the last text from Killian with an unsettling twist in his gut. It wasn't that Killian had suggested dinner, or that it gave the whole invitation more of a date feel. It was, he realised, entirely because he liked the sound of it.

[ text; Hot Lawyer ] You know I'll never turn down free food. Maybe I'll repay you in sexual favours. ;)

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George absolutely detests their relationship. This, of course, only encourages James to flaunt it more and more publicly, which Killian has zero objections to. 

They met by chance in a tavern, over a game of cards. James decided to raise the stakes by offering himself as a prize for the pirate if he held the winning hand. It is a running tease between them that Killian cheated just so he could win a night with the prince, but whether he did or not will never be known.

When Killian learns of James’ love of books, he collects them from ships he takes, and brings them to him as gifts whenever he returns to James’ kingdom.

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✉ Giving neck nuzzles. (James and Killian)

Cuddle Memes | Accepting

Ignoring the sunlight streaking through the gap in the curtains - and cursing Killian for not closing them properly - James rolled onto his other side to curl into the warm body beside him. His lips curved into a grin as he remembered it was his day off, and being a Sunday, Killian was also home from work. Which meant, he mused happily, morning cuddles in bed.

Trailing light kisses over Killian’s shoulder, he nestled closer against him, legs tangling comfortably with Killian’s. He nuzzled into his neck with a soft hum of content, his hand lightly tracing patterns across his partner’s chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of each breath. Lips pressed softly to warm skin - once, twice - before he nuzzled again, fingertips now toying lightly with the fine hairs dusted over his chest.

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“We both lie but we don’t show that something is changing between us.” (CB verse for David)

who the fuck knows where this is from it’s been that long | Not Accepting (for obvious reasons)

David looked up at Killian’s words, eyebrows lifting briefly before he quickly dropped his gaze back down to the case file he was studying at the table. Whilst it wasn’t uncommon for him to crash at the Jones’ household during difficult cases, normally Liam would be working at the table with him. This time, however, his partner had been called into One Police Plaza to meet with the Commander, and so David had been very much alone in the house when Killian finally came in from working late at the office.

“It’s not like you to get into deep conversations without a rum or two.” He murmured casually, hoping they’d change the subject rather quickly. He knew, of course, what Killian was referring to - his shifting relationship with Liam which had briefly wandered into something more intimate, and Killian’s own dynamic with his twin brother, James.