#just all the good stuff really
Note: It’s been more than a year and I’ve come to update this fic lololol
Anyways, this chapter was supposed to be the continuation of the plot that started in the previous ones, you know, with Killian realizing Rumpelstiltskin had first assaulted him long before the first Curse happened… but inspiration struck differently! *shrugs* In any case I know most of y'all are here for the non-con stuff so like, ignore the plot that’s been set up and just focus on this current chapter, hope you enjoy, bye@killian-whump’s original piece is here, and you can read my additions from the beginning here.
Warnings: Rape, memory wipe, humiliation. Make sure to read all the tags on AO3 in case I’ve forgotten to mention anything.
Tagging@sherlockianwhovian,@hookaroo,@hollyethecurious,@mathildiaand@kingofmyheart14. It’s been a whole year so if you want to be tagged/untagged, hit me up!
Word count: ~4.1k
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Set in 6x20~
Killian had to admit, though he’d been cautious with Emma making changes in the Jolly Roger, the magically installed bathroom did wonders, giving him the luxury of a modern shower in the comfort of his ship.
It would be very useful, he thought, for their honeymoon. They could sail for days and visit any place they wanted without any worries.
He smiled, entering his captain’s quarters and looking at his new suit. He was finally marrying Emma Swan, their officially shared life would start in just a couple of hours. He was only with a towel around his hips, but he thought propriety could take a break - it was his wedding day after all - so he threw himself on the bed, sighing happily and letting himself daydream for a bit.
He’d been considering Emma’s family his as well for some time now, and papers wouldn’t mean as much to him as the fact that her family was now reciprocating that feeling. Henry, and David, and Snow, even Regina… he could be part of it all, family dinners and gatherings and everything, without feeling an outsider ever again.
He welcomed the probably really stupid grin on his face and jumped up from the bed, looking at his suit. Then suddenly, he was looking at the form of Rumpelstiltskin, having transported himself into the cabin, right in front of Killian.
Killian simply huffed; he wasn’t minding being seen naked, even by Gold, but it was a vulnerability he’d rather avoid in his presence.
“If you wanted a sight of that, Crocodile, all you had to do was ask,” Killian mocked him.
Gold didn’t reply, though a small smile appeared on his lips. He just stood there, casually holding his hands together.
“You’re just gonna stand there and watch me get dressed?”
“A wedding. What a special moment in someone’s life,” Gold said, turning slightly to look at Killian’s suit.
“How would you know? You mistreated both your wives,” Killian said, setting his shoulders straight.
Gold’s exhale was audible as he scowled back at him. Killian knew this wasn’t a good time to provoke the Dark One, but he just couldn’t care less. Gold had every opportunity to kill him all this time he’d been plotting against them, why would he wait until now to do it?
Instead, Gold simply looked him up and down.
“What do you want?” Killian said.
“I want you to take that thing off.”
Killian blinked in surprise. “What?”
“I want you to take off that towel. Didn’t you say that if I wanted a sight of you, I just had to ask?”
“Get the hell out of here. Now.” He took two steps toward him, balling his fist on his side. “Get out!”
Gold simply scrunched his eyebrows, his smile not falling. “You’re not giving clear messages, captain.” He tsked. “Am I allowed to ask for it or not?”
“I said, get out!”
“Calm down, now. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life.”
Killian chuckled. “Nothing you could do would sully this day.”
Gold moved fast, wrapping his hand around Killian’s neck, just barely making his breathing harder. Killian grabbed his arm, to no avail.
“You of all people should know better than to say things like that. I could just kill you, right now.”
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