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ofmara · 5 years ago

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*record scratch* *freeze frame* yep, that’s me. BVCNJ hey lads ~ i’m ally, i’m twenty2, my timezone is est, i use she/her pronouns & full disclaimer: i don’t know what the fuck i’m doing! just keep that in mind when you read this.. trash lmao. anyways! if u wanna plot, feel free to hmu on d*scord at HE IS SO BIIIIG 😩👌🏼🧡#2581 or yk use the lil chat thing on tumblr if u wanna start small or w/e FDCNK no pressure. moving on..

mara’s pinterest: here!

content warning: ..none?? who am i???

( ariana grande & cis female. ) oh my god look, it’s mara de luca! she is a 24 year old singer/songwriter from queens, new york. they were first associated with the met cartel 3 years ago, and the tabloids are always saying she is so impulsive & irreverent, but their stans on twitter say that she is actually really magnetic & passionate.

first thing’s first.. i haven’t written a coherent intro in a fucking Minute, so i’m offering premature apologies for the shitshow that’s about to follow, especially since i really waited til the last second to type this out even if this blog’s been Done for a week smh ANYWAYS!

ok so! mara is what i like to call ‘a textbook new yorker’ in that she’s Loud, she Loves Her Family and she’s Unapologetically Herself. my character inspirations for her are joey from netflix’s the circle, fran fine from the nanny, molly gunn from uptown girls and a little bit of cher from clueless sprinkled in there ( mainly bcos of this gifset lmao ). since i came up with her a few weeks ago, i really had so many different personalities for her but like.. let’s keep reading to see that literally all of them were apparently Not True ~

she was born into a very tightly-knit family & grew up constantly surrounded by them. she’s got three older brothers, meaning she’s the Baby of the family, so she’s been uhhhhhh doted on all her life! we stan! that said, she’s never known what its like to be on her own, especially considering that her family was right by her side every step of the way as she slowly grew her career from childhood. she got her start singing the national anthem at a knicks game when she was 8 and slowly built from there. her parents were always suuuper supportive and did all they could to help her achieve her dreams, even though they were struggling to make ends meet.

her parents own a small bakery in queens that they started when her oldest brother was little and have been a staple in the city ever since. though they’re a somewhat popular spot for tourists and locals alike, ny real estate isn’t cheap, so paying rent both for the store and their apartment above it has always been a struggle, especially once they started dedicating a good portion of their money to plane tickets and agents and all sorts of necessities mara needed in order for her dreams to come true. the extra expense was difficult on her brothers as well, though they made a point never to complain when they had to get a second or third job to help pay the bills.

ANYWAYS she grew up veryyyy close to her family and the sacrifices they made on her behalf didn’t go unnoticed, so the first thing she did when she finally Made It was buy them a bigger space for their bakery ( since her parents Love working it even if its rough sometimes, buddy ) and a new house so ;) we love a Family First mentality!

HOWEVER!! when mara first moved to LA in like?? 2015 or something?? idk timelines.. but anyways when she first moved to LA she was.. how u say.... Depressed cos like even though she was Living Her Dream as the artist she’s always wanted to be ( she lived in queens w/ her family up until after her first Big Break cos she’s a big time daddy’s girl ) .. she was essentially on her own since her family stayed in nyc :/ yk, where they live? yeah. so she was on her own for the first time... Ever & it was scary and stressful and essentially, she wasn’t doing great mentally or emotionally, even if she put on that *ari vc* fake smile.

that was untiiiiiiil she got her first ~ hollywood boyfriend ~ aka someone famous who helped both with her career and as a salve to the constant loneliness the bitch always feelin. long story short, he didn’t last long, but she Needed to feel Wanted so she got Another ~ hollywood boyfriend ~ until it became, like, Her Thing to Always be attached to someone in the tabloids and the press and on Entertainment Tonight. we love a codependent bitch! that’s also kinda how she got to be part of the met cartel cos she immediately attaches herself fully and completely to everyone she meets & falls a little bit in love with every person who has ever said hello to her, so.. Yeah! most of her friendships were likely formed because she just would not leave them alone ( she’s clingy and needy As Fuck, but she knows she is, so she’s constantly worrying about it aka she’s always wondering if people really like her cos she’s been said to be “too much” and “annoying” by some people who.. weren’t interested in being her friend ) anyways.. feel free to lmk if u want ur chara to hate her cos she will fully have her feelings hurt but still want them to like her cos shes a, say it with me kids, people pleaser ~

its v clear why i thought of joey & fran for inspo ( espeeeeecially fran, now that i think about it: i.e. constantly searching for love, lovingly obnoxious ) but as for why she’s like molly gunn... bitch is uhhh naive as fuck and will trust anyone who is even a little bit nice to her so peep her constantly seeing everyone through rose colored glasses and immediately feeling like her heart is broken when they turn out to be someone completely different lmao! also yk in the little mermaid when ariel was like “but daddy, i love him!” ??? YEAH, that’s mara to a fucking T, m8!

i could quite literally go on and on for hours, but to keep it short and sexy, here’s her stats page & i’ll follow up with a list of some little tidbits of info.. some Quirks, if u will..

she hiccups when she cries & BOY does she cry often BVJNCDKM

cannot cook a single mf thing to save her life? yeah.. her parents wanted to let her work in the bakery but .. she burned everything so she was cashier ;)

can quote the entirety of bring it on: all or nothing & as a segue from that, she is very chatty during movies if she’s with even one other person but Silent when she’s alone

will challenge anyone and everyone to mario kart wii as long as she gets to play yoshi ( she has a vendetta against baby peach )

is Constantly Freezing, so she’s always in thick socks and turns the heat up high when she’s at home

has a cavalier king charles spaniel named piper ( yes, i'm using a fc for her dog )

i’m gonna b p selective with which ari songs she’s released both bc i dont like All of ari’s songs & for character purposes ( rip in peace, sweetener )

is classically trained on the piano and sometimes just plays classical music for fun, making up silly lyrics at parties and whatnot lol she’s just Fun & Quirky like that

owns every season of the o.c. on dvd

she has a car but i havent decided if she ever drives it ( or what kind it is, tho i assure u my virgo ass will be researching it at some point ) since she really just barely passed her driver’s test

is constantly in the tabloids for one dumbass thing after the other mostly as an excuse for me to make tabloid edits but like... i love that for her & will 100% be down to include any and all of u if u lmk u wanna be in one

and many more, but i’m really just sitting here rambling UGH EW so lms for plots cos i’m unprepared & i don’t have any wc’s! very on brand for me, i must say

#met:start #♡ — ❛ out of character. ❜#when u use recycled tags and cant remember what the fuck they are? yeah #anyways!

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funkyfatbabe · 5 years ago

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i really wanted to do this makeup questionnaire!! you could say i was tagged by @cacupid (but not really dshjka) so here i am 🥰🥰🥰

What foundation/concealer do you use?

currently i dont use a concealer bc i havent found one i like and i feel like concealer generally looks a bit cakey on me since i like light coverage, but i use the Too Faced Born this Way Foundation in the shades snow and cloud (mixed together) although i’m thinking of looking into the new Fenty Pro Filt’r Hydrating Longwear Foundation since I know they have my shade (tried the matte formula) and I would rather support Fenty than Too Faced! Not gonna try it till ive used up all of my BTW though 🥰

What do you think of fake eyelashes?

i think they can look super pretty! but i also dont like using them myself bc i have deepset eyes and they generally cover all my eyeshadow ! i will use them if im doing a campy / editorial sort of look but im so bad at applying them its barely worth it sometimes fhadsjfak

What makeup tools do you use in makeup application?

I use mainly a brush set i got from BH cosmetics which are great quality as well as some Ecotools brushes i got from Coles. i also use a cheap makeup sponge i got from kmart bc it does the job and its ridiculous to spend $30 on a sponge that is no different than cheaper sponges!!

What makeup do you currently wear every day?

i don’t wear makeup everyday but when i do and its not like a ~special~ look i generally use no primer (besides moisturiser), the foundation I mentioned set with my Australis HD Translucent Loose Setting Powder which I’ve only just started using and i like it so far, really finely milled! for my brows i use my Rimmel Wonder’full Brow Gel in 003 Dark Brown since it darkens my brows perfectly bc if I do it too much I look like a neanderthal lmao (love that deep set eye prominent brow bone combo). For eye shadow I generally use my Anastasia Beverly Hills Norvina palette or my BH Cosmetics Love Signs palette followed by my Elf H2O Proof Eyeliner Pen (not the greatest eyeliner but since i only do wings and dont fully line my eye it works for me!) I then curl my lashes and apply the Benefit Roller Lash Mascara (the sample sizes last so long). If I’m doing blush it’ll be my Revlon Insta Blush Stick in Nude Kiss or Maybelline Fit Me blush in Rose! Finally i’ll generally use one of my NYX Soft Matte Lip Creams since I find them super comfy and set with Morphe Continuous Setting Mist!!

What do you think of makeup?

I enjoy makeup as a way to express myself creatively since i suck at traditional art lol but i also think it can be dangerous and that the current insta glam makeup that is trendy now is dangerous - no one can look that perfect!!! i also think it fosters self esteem issues with much of the marketing bc thats how they make money, by shaming people!! i also hate when im expected to wear makeup i think its a problem when it gets to that point where someone has literal anxiety about being bare faced, like it can really be traumatic ! also the trend of having tons of makeup i mean that shits expensive and you really dont need that much, it shouldnt be normalised AGH. i also hate how a lot of brands sexualise their products which theyre promoting to young girls !! its disgusting!!! dont call your mascara better than sex or your blush orgasm i get so heated over this, they shouldnt think to use makeup to make them ~sexy~ theyre young girls this makeup makes them look like theyre in their 20s they shouldnt be worrying about their appearance in this way theyre kids AGH

What cosmetic products have you always wanted to try but still haven’t?

I really wanna try some colourpop products, nothing in particular but i hear their quality is great for the price and if that doesnt draw me in idk what does!

How often do you shop for makeup?

not very often, i usually buy makeup if i need to replace a staple in my routine, or if i see a palette i really like and am in the financial position to buy it / can’t dupe it with my current collection

Who are your favorite bloggers/vloggers?

i LOVE Smokey Glow and Nisipisa, they’re great if youre looking into makeup with a critical anti-consumerism eye

Do you like multifunctional products like lip and cheek stains?

yes! i use my cream blushes for lip stains sometimes and they look very nice

Do you subscribe to any beauty boxes?

nope! idk if there are any in australia and id rather just buy stuff i want than buy random things that i might not even like

Favourite recent beauty buy?

probably my Sugarpill Fun Size palette! the colours are so unique, but i was rly disappointed in the shade Twitch it under-performed compared to the rest :(

All-time favourite beauty item?

probably my BTW Foundation bc it was the only foundation I’ve ever used that doesn’t sink into my pores and cling to my dry patches

Any beauty brands you won’t support?

Jeffree Star Cosmetics, Kat Von D, Kylie Cosmetics, KKW Beauty, most influencer brands, Huda Beauty, Limecrime, Morphe (when I finish my setting mist I won’t be buying again)

I tag anyone who wants to do this! i dont really know anyone on here so just go for it 💖 sorry that this doesnt make heaps of sense i struggled putting my thoughts into words haha

#ari talks #makeup #makeup culture

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alexandralyman · 8 years ago

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Hi alex! I dont know if you take prompts and if you dont thats ok. If you do can you write a scene in your bth verse where emma tells killian about her ability to spot lies please? Thank you and dont worry if you dont have time to write it i understand.

So, this is one of those things where it’s clear that at some point in Beyond the Horizon, Killian finds out about Emma’s superpower, but I never wrote the actual scene where she tells him. Then I got carried away and wrote 4,000 words once I started thinking about how it would have come out. Unlike the other BtH extras, this isn’t a single scene, this is some missing bits and pieces that take place over several chapters of the main fic.

Also on ff.net here as part of my Interlude at Sea series.

(and yes, there’s smut)

…..

Something was nagging at him.

It was a faint but insistent tug at the back of his mind, a lurking shadow in the corner of his eye.

“Women on ships are bad luck.”

Killian Jones was superstitious - all sailors were, to some extent. He wore charms around his neck to guard against the cold grasp of Davy Jones (no relation) and never dared to challenge the wind by absent-mindedly whistling on deck. He steered well clear of the flocks of albatrosses soaring about overhead in search of dinner and avoided the sleek schools of mermaids below - treacherous, untrustworthy creatures they were, but he’d never held much stock in the old belief that a woman aboard a ship was bad luck. He certainly didn’t think that his golden-haired treasure had brought him any ill since he’d stolen her away for his own, the single storm (that they’d forded with no casualties and no cost save a lost day or two on repairs) aside, he’d had nothing but astonishingly good luck with Princess Emma by his side.

In his arms.

In his bed.

But still, there was something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Some mysterious quality about her that had nothing to do with her more obvious, feminine charms, like the tilt of her lips that practically begged for his kisses or the curve of her waist that seemed to have been made for his hands to circle and pull her close, lovely and dreadfully distracting whenever he tried and failed to get to the bottom of exactly what was bothering him.

So he watched,

And waited.

He’d spent days tracking ships, keeping them in view through his spyglass as he bided his time until just the right opportunity arose to strike. Killian knew the value of patience, and it was hardly a hardship when they were tangled together in the sheets at night with the sweat of their lovemaking cooling on their skin and her fingers playing with the charms around his neck until she fell asleep with her nose pressed to his neck and a pale curtain of gold hiding her face like a swan with its head tucked under its wing. This thing between them was so new and fragile and he scarcely dared to breathe at times for fear of it slipping away and leaving him alone and empty once more, so he didn’t pry and he didn’t push his luck any farther than he already had, quieting the persistent little voice in his head that whispered old tales of ill fortune and following her easily into slumber.

….

The princess was a shrewd negotiator. Killian had seen it first hand the day they met, when she’d held him and his entire crew at bay with nothing but sheer cunning until he’d conceded and agreed to her terms. Privately, he’d thought he got the better part of that bargain in the end, but he was a greedy man (pirate, it came with the territory) and it was rare for him to give any quarter or make the smallest concession. She’d also bested him at cards, much to his shock, calling every last bluff with unerring accuracy and taking his coin with a smile that disarmed him as easily as if she’d also taken his sword. He heard the murmurs from the men around the gaming table when the final hand was shown and the queen of diamonds trumped the eight of hearts, “Beginner’s luck.”

That word again, luck. The deck hadn’t been stacked and he was certain there were no aces hidden up her sleeves, but he couldn’t figure out exactly how he’d lost the upper hand in that particular encounter, not when he’d been playing cards since he was a lad of thirteen against the saltiest of old sea dogs who knew every trick and seemed to invent new ways to cheat during each game, but beginner’s luck was as good an explanation as any.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps not.

While the Jolly sat in port and he visited the local suppliers to procure what was needed for the long voyage ahead to the uncharted isles in the west, Emma accompanied him to the warehouses that lined the docks, ringed hand resting delicately on his sleeve and finely gowned as befitted her new status as his wife. The merchants took one look at her pretty face and fluttering eyelashes and practically fell over themselves to both flatter her and fleece him. Killian could practically see the wheels turning in their greedy little minds, if the captain of the Jolly Roger could afford such a lovely and useless ornament as a richly-dressed wife then surely he could also afford to pay grossly inflated prices for basic staples like salt beef and flour. He’d made the same mistake of underestimating her once, but now he watched Emma’s eyes narrow and her lips purse at each oh so magnanimous offer from the oily men who sat across from them and swore up and down with insincere smiles that the ridiculous sums scribbled on bits of scrap parchment were the best they could do. Curiosity seized him and he held back, pretended to mull the prices over while she lulled the merchants with her charm and drew them in with her smile, a beautiful siren singing them right to their doom.

They never saw the rocks coming until it was too late.

Prices were slashed to the bone over their blustering protests, Emma seemed to know the precise moment she’d bargained them down to the absolute lowest they’d accept, right to the penny. When the wagons rumbled down the docks to the ship laden with goods even the normally unflappable quartermaster was impressed, noting the better quality meat and finer ground flour with a slight raise of his brow as he examined the barrels and sacks, all for less coin than usual that left higher profits all around. Profit that Killian partially spent on buying her a pair of silk stockings, as delicate as cobwebs and as light as air, and that he took great pleasure in peeling back down her legs when she first tried them on, hearing the hitch in her breath and seeing the heave of her bosom as he propped a bare ankle on his shoulder and pressed his face into the heart of the sea. With the briny taste of her thick on his tongue and the rolling waves of her hips carrying him off into the storm of unbridled lust where his world shrank down to nought but the join of his body to hers and jewel-bright eyes that looked into his and pierced him down to the depths of his very soul, he forgot about everything else for a while. Word quickly spread through the taverns that he had taken a wife and that the winds had clearly blown in his favour, none of the men dared to protest their captain’s new orders and when they finally departed port a fortnight later she was even more firmly enconsed on board, undisputed mistress of all who called him master.

….

It was the encounter with the so-called Captain Charles Blount and his pathetic excuse for a ship that really gave Killian pause. With the heat of battle still firing his blood and flush with his victory he’d almost missed it, but after the interrogation was over and Blount had spilled his guts (figuratively, not literally, although Killian would not wager on the disgraced captain surviving the night once his crew was released from their confinement) he’d recalled Emma’s strange turns of phrase.

“You know who he is, you say you don’t but you’re lying….probably because that’s not even his real name. That was a lie too.”

“Women don’t belong on ships. Bad luck.”

His attention was drawn back as Blount – or whatever the hell his real name was – spat a glob of bloody phlegm onto the floor of the stifling cabin and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Bleeding gums, Killian noted absently, a sure sign of scurvy.

“Bad luck for you, mate, but not for me. She’s brought me nothing but good fortune.”

He smiled, showing his own healthy white teeth.

“A woman’s only good for lying on her back,” Blount mumbled, his rheumy eyes fogged over with both drink and defeat, “But that one, she’s more than just a damp quim to swive, she’s a bloody witch, isn’t she? Does she call the winds to your favour and turn the tides for you before she parts her legs, Captain Jones? But women are feckless, disloyal cunts and you can’t trust a witch, best to toss her overboard in the night before she turns on you.”

Blount said no more after that, his impertinent mouth left even more broken and bloody once Killian had let loose the furious pirate in a rage and paid him back for the insult to his lady, but the words burrowed incessantly under his skin as he worried his thumb over the hilt of the blade at his side. She’s a witch, isn’t she? He’d thought it himself, more than once. She could swim like a mermaid and enchant like a siren, and she could see right through him. Every weakness he kept well-hidden from the men, every secret locked carefully away, every piece of him had all been laid neatly at her feet for her perusal and he’d even given her his one bit of magic, his sea diamond, without so much as a second thought. In truth, Emma was more dangerous to him now than an ambitious first mate, the knife in the night he’d never see coming.

Sirens lured sailors to their doom, but when she held him to her breast that night and sang away the nightmare that kept following him across the ocean, the shackles he could never escape as if he had crashed against the rocks and silently slipped down to Davy Jones’s locker, he simply closed his eyes and listened until dawn broke over the Jolly at last and the ghosts that haunted him receded silently into the ether once more. Witch or wife, princess or prisoner, salvation and destruction both in the form of a nineteen year old slip of a woman who held his scarred heart in her small hands. Was it bad luck, or good fortune?

Did it even matter?

….

“Lies.”

Emma looked up when he stepped into the cabin and closed the door behind him, locking it with a flick of the latch that echoed loud in the small room.

“You can tell when someone’s lying.”

Her eyes darted away and he could tell that he’d struck home, the pieces all finally clicking into place at last. Haggling over provisions in port, driving harder bargains than the most tight-fisted quartermaster. Teasing out the truth from Blount. The way she’d called every single one of his bluffs as if she knew exactly which cards he was holding…he was a pirate, and he’d fallen in love with a woman impervious to all his tricks.

Somewhere, somehow, Killian swore he could hear Liam laughing at him.

Serves you right, little brother.

Emma peeked up at him from beneath lowered lashes, both demure and coquettish and the contrast never failed to make him want to court her like a gentleman and to ravish her until he forgot his own name between her thighs, but he was well-versed in her tricks and he pulled the other chair back to sit down, sprawling back and giving her an expectant look. The stalemate went on for several long moments until he saw her slump down and concede defeat with a whispered, “Yes. Yes, I can.”

“Princess….”

“I’m sorry.”

She stood up, putting distance between them as she went over to the window and ran a finger along the ledge. It was a familiar action, whenever she got overwhelmed she’d always pull away from him and withdraw into herself. It was a bitter draught to swallow, to know that her first instinct was still to flee. He drummed his own fingers against the table, wondering if he was always destined to lose the ones he loved.

“How long have you been able to…..?” he asked, his head still reeling from the implications.

“For as long as I can remember,” she answered, still staring at the panes of glass instead of meeting his gaze, her face a smudged reflection that he couldn’t read, “It’s hard to describe…I always had this feeling when I thought someone was lying, but I didn’t know it for sure until I was twelve. Some of my mother’s jewellery went missing and a footman was caught in her chambers the next day with a key to the door in his pocket. He swore up and down on his own life that he’d never steal from his queen, but he wouldn’t drink the truth potion to prove it and couldn’t explain how he got the key, so everyone believed he was guilty.”

“Except you, I take it?”

Emma turned just enough for him to see her profile, giving a single nod with downcast eyes, “I don’t know how, but I could hear that he wasn’t lying and I just knew there had to be some other explanation. I even snuck down into the dungeons that night with extra bread and meat from the kitchens for him.”

Killian suppressed a snort at that, thinking of all the food that she not so secretly slipped to Fergus from her own plate. He pretended not to notice, remembering when Liam used to do the same for him under the table in the galley while they hunched protectively over the meagre rations dished out by the one-eyed cook. She had a tender heart, his princess, one that he needed to guard against the many evils in the world that would delight in crushing it.

“It turned out that he was having an affair with a lady-in-waiting. That’s why he wouldn’t drink the potion, he was protecting her because she stole the key for him so they could meet in secret. The dwarves came back from the mines a few days later and they were the ones who had taken the jewellery, sneaking it out of the castle to make a matching tiara for Mother’s birthday.”

The memories flickered over her face like the light from a candle as she recounted the tale of forbidden love and missing gems. Killian felt a shiver run down his spine, she spoke of power that many men he knew would kill to possess. The ability to spot a lie, to see through an opponent across the gaming table in port or during a parlay with a rival captain…it was more valuable than gold.

It was his now.

Good fortune.

He could keep no secret from her, speak no falsehood or hide behind flattery or charm. He couldn’t lie or cheat to get what he wanted…he had to be honest.

Bad luck.

He pulled the flask from a pocket of his coat and took a long swallow. Good or bad, he couldn’t turn this particular tide, and he rolled the silver between his palms, listening to the faint slosh of the rum inside. He also knew men who would slit her throat without a second thought, paranoid and fearful that she’d turn on them one day. Blount’s warning echoed in his ear, “Can’t trust a witch.”

“Well,” he said at last, setting the flask down on the table, “In light of this revelation, it seems that you owe me a forfeit.”

She turned to face him fully, clearly surprised by that, “What?”

“Do you remember the night we played cards? I believe I was quite clear about the stakes, if I won, you’d owe me a forfeit, and you agreed to my terms. But now I know how you were able to call all of my bluffs, you were cheating. That’s very bad form, my love.”

He slowly rose to his feet, peeling his coat off and hanging it up on the peg. Emma’s eyes followed his movements, a faint flush painting her cheeks.

“You were the one who said it wasn’t cheating, it was merely changing the rules of the game.”

The belt was next, unbuckled and set aside with the sword still attached. He wouldn’t need a blade for this, at least, not the one he wore at his side.

“I always knew there was a little pirate in you, Princess. You may have changed the rules, but the wager still stands. If you won, I’d give you a prize. Which I did, I kept my end of the bargain. And if I won-”

“-I’d owe you a kiss,” Emma finished, her blush deepening to a dark rose, “And even though I won, I think I’ve paid you back in spades by now, Captain.”

“Hmm,” he mused, tapping a finger against his lips while he pretended to think it over. Of course they’d kissed dozens of times since that night, perhaps hundreds, he knew exactly how well her mouth fitted to his and it was very well indeed. He’d kissed the beauty mark on her breast more times than he could count and trailed his lips along the curve of her spine, traced the outline of her navel with his tongue and left love bites on the inside of her pale thighs. He might have lost the battle that night at the gaming table, but he’d certainly won the war.

And to the victor goes the spoils.

“Come here.”

He turned his palm and crooked his finger, beckoning her towards him. In the tales it was always the sirens who lured the sailors and not the other way round, but she came to him without hesitation, heedless of the danger that lurked below.

Or maybe…because of it.

“Kiss me.”

An order, a command, a plea breathed against her lips while he stroked his thumb along the curve of her jaw and cupped her cheek, a strand of golden hair wrapped around his finger. Emma tilted her chin up and her hips pressed flush to his, swaying slightly with the rock of the ship underneath them. He’d captured the siren and carried her off, keeping the sweetness of her song for his very own. It thrummed low in his blood like the pull of the tides, forever seeking to make its way home and kiss the welcoming shore in greeting. She kissed him, stealing the breath from his lungs and his heart from his chest and whatever else she wanted, it was hers, all of it. His back hit the ladder and leather met velvet, soft and yielding under his exploring hands. Her own fingers tangled in the chain around his neck, she could strangle him and he’d die with a smile on his lips, but then his head was tugged down again and the last of the spiced rum on his tongue dissolved into nothing but Emma.

She must be a witch, to drown out the taste of his favourite spirit.

His waistcoat hit the floor with a muffled thump from the small knife hidden inside it, another weapon falling by the wayside as they frantically undressed each other while his kiss turned rougher, warning of the storm that awaited her should she venture into the sea of linen sheets that beckoned from across the planks. But every storm had an eye, a moment of calm and when he was fully bare with his cock standing thick and proud and ready to make port in the welcoming harbour between her legs he stilled, brushing his thumb over the swell of her breast in his palm and bending down to press a gentle kiss to the spot where her heart (and his) lay nestled under skin and muscle and bone. So delicate and fragile she was, and a pirate’s life was a merciless one. Kill or be killed, strike or be stricken down, there was no room for sentiment or space for love. A woman could make a man hard and he was, hard and throbbing with lust in his veins and filling his loins with desire. A woman could make a man soft, tamed and complacent, a laughingstock and a fool. Emma was more dangerous than any rival, he’d lied for her, killed for her-

Killian knew in that moment that he would die for her.

She flipped him onto his back and rose above him like a goddess of the sea, born of spray and foam with eyes the colour of the changing tides and skin like pearls, breasts tipped in coral and hair more gold than any doubloon. Her lips found the hollow of his throat and his head tilted back, sinking into the pillow while she traced his scars with more gentleness than he deserved and nipped at the skin along his hip. Emma followed the groove of his groin and lashed at him in a sweet torture that slowly drove him mad with need and want until her mouth closed around him at last in the most intimate of ways. A deep groan rumbled from his chest and his hand fisted in the sheets while he fought madly for control that quickly slipped away like sand through his fingers. Killian wondered dimly if this was what it felt like to drown, lungs fit to burst and heart racing as he could do nothing but give into the pleasure that pulled him deeper and deeper until the blood pounded in his ears and he was a gasping, quivering mess. She could ask for anything and he’d give it to her gladly, his princess, his lady, his lover, his. Satisfaction was so close, he could feel it tug sharply as his balls and belly drew tight and he was on the verge of giving in and letting her draw him under…but he didn’t want it to be over so soon.

“Not yet,” he muttered, rolling Emma onto her back and pinning her wrists above her head. The pirate within him relished the sight of her lips, pink and swollen and twin to what else was pink and swollen lower down.

“Kiss me.”

The point where sea met sky was called the horizon. It was always there, and yet it was forever beyond a sailor’s reach. He anchored himself in the plant of his knees on the bed and she met him in the tilt of her hips, lifting to allow him safe passage. Sea-green eyes met his, sky blue, and he was swept away on the tide that was Emma. Her thighs cradled him and her kiss set him aflame, warming places he hadn’t even realized were cold. Sweat trickled between his shoulder blades and pooled at the small of his back, slick under her hands that wore his ring while the rest of her was gloriously nude, his siren of the rocks.

“I love you.”

Killian isn’t dashed to pieces, but he falls apart in her arms anyway.

…..

Emma scratched a nail through the hair on his chest, her head on his shoulder and her leg thrown over his. Night had fallen as the hours had passed, shadows dancing over their skin like the moonlight on the water in reverse.

“Are you angry? That I didn’t tell you sooner?”

Her voice was muffled by the press of her face to his neck and he sighed, reaching to catch her fingers in his own.

“I don’t begrudge you your secrets, but I do wish I’d have known that a bit earlier. I’d thought…hoped, that you trusted me.”

It was odd, how loud and deafening complete silence could be.

“Of course I trust you!”

Emma pulled back, breath escaping in an exasperated huff, “Killian, no one else has ever believed me about that except you, they think I just guessed or, I don’t know, got lucky.”

The words ran through his mind, old superstition fed to him alongside hardtack and grog, “A woman on a ship is bad luck.” But then he was struck by what she’d just said, the confession wrenched loose like a dagger in the dark.

I trust you.

No one else.

Whatever else she was going to say was lost in the press of his lips to hers, another stolen kiss while she stiffened briefly in surprise and then went pliant and relaxed beneath him. He kissed a path to her ear, slipping a hand down to tease out more secrets with the press of his thumb just below the damp curls and feeling her shiver. His siren sang only for him.

“The next time we play cards, Princess, you’ll be the ace up my sleeve.”

Good fortune or bad, Killian Jones made his own luck.

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