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Katla kept her eyes transfixed on the horizon line, sailing steadily onwards. She wasn’t sure exactly where she was planning on going, it was awfully far to anywhere she could possibly go. Anywhere other than elsewhere in Iceland was much farther than would be wise to go in the small boat she’d taken from her father the night before. But, she had her compass, and she knew what she was doing, she’d sailed these waters since she was a baby, everything would be alright, and the work of the boat kept her mind busy, it finally gave her the smallest bit of relief from the crushing pain of the last few weeks. Out here there was no one to look at her with that pitying look, no one to ask her for the hundredth time that day if she was feeling alright, she could finally breathe and a numbness began to spread throughout her body. She kept going like that, mostly in silence but occasionally singing to herself in Icelandic just to keep herself occupied.

After who knows how many hours, Katla glanced up at the sky and her stomach dropped as she watched storm clouds begin to roll in. She sprung into action, doing everything her father had drilled into her from the time she was a small child, but in a boat this size, that wasn’t really meant to be this far out in the first place, there was only so much she could do. By the time the wind picked up and the rain began to come down and the waves started to swell, there was nothing Katla could do but brace herself as her boat began to get tossed around by the sea. 

As the storm grew worse and Katla had been soaked to the skin with the freezing Atlantic waters in the depths of an Icelandic winter, she shook, sinking to the ground, huddling with her arms wrapped around her knees. How could she have been so stupid? Why would she do this to herself? All of a sudden she was overwhelmed with loneliness. She wished her dad was there, he would have something comforting to say, she wished Magnus were here, but that was no different than every single second since that night. Hot tears streamed down her face, and she braced herself tighter as the waves continued to toss her around, almost resigned to the increasing probability that she was looking down her own demise. 

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God is punishing me, Kieran thought as he sniffed hard and focused again on adjusting the rigging as he’d been ordered-- the stinging cold of the rain in his eyes and chilling him down to the bone with a ferocity he wasn’t certain he’d ever felt at any other point in his life. “No,” He corrected, a rough grumble under his breath, “Da is punishing me.” He couldn’t claim not to have deserved it— he’d learned a great many things about being a pirate in his life-- paramount of those being the fact that arguing with ones captain was a sure way to get oneself unceremoniously booted from a crew or punished in some way. Kieran regretted speaking up to argue the charted path with his father to begin with and he regretted it that much more now that he couldn’t feel his fingers and the rain had soaked his coat through at least twenty minutes prior. At twenty-two he was the youngest member of the crew by a long shot and his father had been running him ragged in every possible way to prepare him for the future of captaincy that was bearing down on him with every passing hour-- Kieran had grown to love and hate the future waiting for him.

Dark eyes shifted for a moment at the sight of motion that seemed unusual given the ferocity of the storm around them given that he could swear-- would have sworn to his grave-- that he could make out the form of a vessel much too small to be in such deep water to begin with. He squinted through the rain, holding his hand over his eyes as though that would clear them long enough to allow him a proper look. He fumbled with a small pair of binoculars tucked into the pocket of his coat and hurried to get a good look at the shape-- his heart jumping hard in his chest at the realization that the vessel he’d correctly identified was occupied to boot. “Oi!” His voice was nearly drowned out by the storm but he waved hurriedly-- suddenly grateful for his size as he caught the first mate’s attention. “We have to help!”

Kieran had no authority on the ship to speak of but he was flooded by a wave of relief when his father’s first mate simply nodded-- called his father’s attention and began to guide the rest of the crew towards altering their path to rescue whoever it was out on the water who seemed to be entirely out of their depth. In the end it was Kieran who found himself scrambling over the side of the ship with his heart in his throat-- a feeling that remained even after he returned with the young woman who’d been essentially stranded at his side. It only took a brief glance and a nod from his father as Kieran guided her away that made him feel reasonably confident he wouldn’t be needed as he guided her down below decks and towards his own quarters with shaking hands. “If you um--” He cleared his throat hard as he began to speak, his voice cracking from both the cold and his own nerves. “If you wanna sit for just a second I can go and get you something dry to change into, yeah? Just-- give me one second,” He said quietly, gesturing towards the bed built into the wall that served as one of the only seats in his room. It took him less than five minutes to return with a bundle of clothes in his arms and he settled them gently on the bed next to the girl with a soft, hesitant smile. “I’m Kieran. Um, I’m gonna wait outside while you change. Just yell for me when you’re done, alright?”

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everything above this post is dedicated to a closed, private multi-muse 1x1.

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crownedwilliams·:

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The party was a lot more fun than Hunter predicted. He wasn’t a Halloween fanatic, but he couldn’t deny just how much fun he’s having. People’s costumes, or lack thereof for some, was also a definite plus. At least now, he knew he needed to step it up next year - majorly. Even though he somewhat helped the Infirmary become a haunted house attraction, he was still very tempted to see how it all turned all but first things first. He needed to try the Isle’s special Halloween drinks. Though his smile widened at Kieran’s company. In so many ways, Hunter was glad that he accepted the job at Indulgence. For the work and because of the people. Maybe it was too soon to say, but the Aussie Prince thought of the other as a friend. 

Laughing at the other’s comment, he simply shrugged. “Probably means that we are meant to be drinking buddies.” He joked. “No, but I’ll probably go over later to see if they need help.” He answered before he looked over at Kieran’s costume. Narrowing his eyes, he feels like he should know who he is dressed up as. “Although I think I would be a horrible friend if I got your costume wrong. Hint?”

“Lucky for us those are really the best sorts of buddies, then, innit?” Kieran replied with a smile. He liked to think of himself as someone who wasn’t very difficult to get along with but it always offered him a semblance of relief when he felt reasonably confident that the people he wanted to spend time with felt that way about him as well. He wasn’t as guarded as other pirates he’d met throughout his life and he felt quite safe in building lasting relationships of all kinds from the safety of the island he’d called home for the better part of his life. Ireland was as much a home to him as any but the island his family had owned longer than he’d been alive had taken a place in his heart as somewhere he could always be himself and happily so. 

Kieran ran his fingers through his hair absently as Hunter studied him and he flashed the other man a crooked grin, “You ever seen Peaky Blinders? That’s probably a hell of a lot more than a little hint but it’s a fuckin’ great show if you haven’t seen it. At any rate that’s all you’re getting but if you’re stumped I’ll just tell ya.” He ran a hand across his jaw as it fell away from his hair-- a brief scrunch of his nose marking the fact that he was entirely unused to being clean shaven. “You’re a... dragon? Those scales are pretty fuckin’ brilliant-- you do them yourself? Because I would be quite impressed if you did.”

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katlaaronsdottir·:

Katla was more than happy with how her costume had turned out, even if now that the evening air was getting cooler, she wished just a little bit that she’d chosen a costume that included shoes. She glanced at the shadowy faces around the bonfire, all talking and laughing, looking around for Kieran. Feeling a presence beside her, she turned, beaming when she saw his costume. It had been a while since she’d seen Kieran without a beard, and she couldn’t deny that the haircut really worked for her, as did the suit. “You look amazing! When did you put this all together? Did you cut your own hair? I absolutely love it, Kieran.” She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, standing on her tip toes to kiss him softly on the lips, “We are going to have a lot of fun with this later, hmm?” She murmured at a volume just barely audible. “I wish we’d coordinated a bit better though,” she laughed. “I feel like we’re wearing opposite costumes. Maybe next year we’ll have to match. Do one of those couples costumes I hear so much about.”

“I shaved my own beard, does that count?” Kieran winked at her immediately as he replied and his smile was quick to follow, “I went to the salon earlier— it didn’t take them very long to sort me out and I thought it’d be a fun surprise for ya. You know, since I’m usually so scruffy otherwise.” Though he was reluctant to admit it he’d been the slightest bit shy in hoping that Katla would enjoy his costume and more than that-- enjoy the way he’d be looking for the next few weeks as his hair and beard grew in again. His heart made a hard jump in his chest as she kissed him and he lingered for several seconds-- chasing her kisses with an eagerness he always felt when he was near her. “I always have fun with you but I reckon we can make this a night to remember, eh?” The smile he offered her was just one side of genuinely wicked but his expression softened as she continued to speak and he laughed outright at her comment, “I’d love nothing more than to do a couple’s costume with you next year, my love. We’ll have ages to plan, at least? So when we do get to next Halloween we’ll be the best dressed couple around.” He punctuated the statement with another kiss and forced himself to pull away lest he give in to his ever present urge to kiss Katla senseless every moment they were together. “Have I told you today how much I love you? You look beautiful-- as always, but you’re positively adorable tonight, sweet girl.”

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Matt was at the bar and trying to decide if he should have a regular beer, which is his go to, or try one of the Halloweeny drink special they have, OR go with the theme of his costume and get something fancy like a cognac. It made him wish he thought to order that comically oversized glass which was used in the 1st movie when Gomez and Fester went into the vault. Still, Matt went for the cognac and as she got it from the bartender he turned and leaned against the bar, shifting the cigar to the side of his mouth. It’d been awhile since he’s had a cigar and at some point in the night he planned to smoke it, possibly while hanging by the bonfilre. He looked around, mostly to see if Laela was having fun or if she was in need of rescue but a whistle distracted him and he was about to think nothing of it but his name caused his head to turn. A wide-ass grin spread and he said, “Well fuck me. I nearly didn’t recognize you without the beard.” He said to Kieran. Matt tried to figure out his costume. Definitely a period piece. “Thanks and yeah! Been looking forward to this night for some weeks now.” He said as he pulled the cigar out of his mouth and took a sip of his drink. “You want to order something?”

“It’s a bit weird not to have one to tell you the truth,” Kieran admitted with a laugh. As soon as he’d been able to grow a proper beard it had become an extremely rare occasion that the captain would shave it for any reason at all and though he kept it neat and orderly he often felt far more comfortable with a beard than without one. Granted, he thought he looked a bit baby faced without a beard but he felt equally comfortable in his look for the evening and that seemed to be enough to bolster his confidence one way or another. “Other than that I don’t think I look half bad.” He paused for a moment to study Matt’s costume and his eyes brightened as he recognized it properly, “I haven’t seen the Addams Family in fucking ages but that’s a brilliant choice, Matty, it really is.” He hadn’t planned to linger at the bar for very long-- he had half a mind to go and see whether the Haunted Ship would live up to being anything that could genuinely scare him but he was still half-sure he wanted to save that for when he was a little buzzed just to make it that much more entertaining. “You tried any of the fancy drinks they’re doing? I’m liable to get pissed on ‘em if they’re good enough but I could also just go for a beer. What’s that you’ve got?”

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closed starter for raiden sherwood. ( @raiden-sherwood​ )

Kieran and Raiden had always been close— they had become friends incredibly quickly and the fact that they’d spent so much time looking out for one another when they were out at sea meant that Kieran trusted the other man with his life-- it also meant that it was strange when they went any length of time without seeing one another and Kieran had absolutely no trouble admitting that he was missing his best friend. He hadn’t bothered to pester Raiden about meeting him at the Halloween event as he assumed he’d be able to find his first mate if Raiden chose to attend the event in any capacity. Still, he had begun to regret that decision the slightest bit as he nursed a beer and pondered just where he might be able to find his friend as he wandered the paths around the bonfire and some of the other attractions they’d set up for the evening, smiling gently as children returning home sprinted past him with pillowcases full of treats clutched in their hands. Dark eyes shifted towards the nearest gathering of people and a familiar flash of blonde hair caught his eye in an instant-- he approached Raiden with a greeting on his tongue, only pausing to laugh warmly at the sight of the other man’s costume. “A bit on the nose tonight, huh? I was startin’ to think I’d never see you again,” He teased, taking a swig of his beer. “Glad I was wrong about that, though.”

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closed starter for katla aronsdottir. ( @katlaaronsdottir​ )

Kieran had promised to meet Katla at the bonfire the moment he was finished checking up on the bar— he’d kept his haircut and shave and the general content of his costume a surprise for his girlfriend to experience during the party and there was an eagerness in his movements as he slipped away from O’Malley’s to make his way down to the beach and spend what he hoped would be a wonderful night with his girlfriend-- though he admitted to himself that he thought every night with Katla was a wonderful one. He had half an idea what she was wearing for the night but it had grown incredibly easy to pick her out of a crowd if only because his eyes seemed to be drawn to her whenever they weren’t already together. The smile that graced his features the moment he recognized her in the crowd was nothing short of adoring and it only seemed to deepen as he approached her and leaned in to murmur his greeting in her ear lest he have to shout it amidst all of the noise of the island enjoying revelry around them. “You might be the cutest little thing I’ve ever seen,” Kieran informed her plainly, pressing a kiss to her head just above her ear as he stepped into her line of sight and gestured towards himself with a flourish. “What do you think, baby?”

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closed starter for hunter williams. ( @crownedwilliams​ )

Kieran had seen Hunter a handful of times in passing since the night they’d met at the bar but it had always been when one of them was on their way to work or off to do something else important and Kieran hadn’t been able to stop and chat with the other man in any capacity. He found the prince to be good company even with the short amount of time they’d interacted and he’d been well aware that he’d be perfectly happy to spend time with the other man if they happened to run into one another over the course of the Halloween party. His attention was focused entirely on getting a drink when he stepped into Hooked to grab one of their fancy themed drinks before he made his way to the beach and a low, rumbling laugh escaped him when he caught sight of Hunter from the corner of his eye. “What’s it say about us that we keep meeting at bars?” Kieran asked, amusement clear in his voice. “You’re not working at the infirmary tonight I take it?”

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closed starter for matthew davidson. ( @themarkedxdavidson​ )

The night had only just begun and Kieran was already having a great time. The young O’Malley had never been the sort of person to turn down any reason to throw a party and the fact that he could be involved in putting on grand parties on the island was something that he took an immense amount of pleasure in. Halloween was an exceptionally entertaining holiday in and of itself and he’d gone quite the distance for his costume-- even shaving and cutting his hair to perfect the look he was going for. He stepped out of O’Malley’s after giving the bar a last minute check on its stock and other things, running a hand through his newly cut hair as he stepped down into the street and made his way towards the bonfire at a leisurely pace. He caught sight of Matt halfway there and raised his hand to his mouth to give a sharp whistle he hoped might catch the first mate’s attention, “Oi! Davidson!” His voice rang out clearly and Kieran made no move to hurry towards the other man’s side-- simply ambled over to him at the same relaxed pace he’d had prior. “You look good, mate— excited for the festivities?”

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crownedwilliams·:

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Letting out a small laugh at the mention of the other having a girlfriend, Hunter looked back over the crowd looking for the person that walked away from the other. “Well, then that explains it. They are probably disappointed they weren’t the ones to lock you down.” He lightly teased. “Perhaps I should be the one getting tips from you?” He joked as he looked back over at the male. It was only six or so months since his breakup with Isak he was still healing from that breakup. After all, you spend more than a couple of years with someone, growing and falling in love with them, it’s hard to accept that the relationship you had is no longer there. Truthfully he didn’t know how to describe their relationship even now. They both love one another and neither want the other out of their lives, but Hunter couldn’t risk hurting Ingrid as well. As much as he doesn’t want to, he does like Ingrid. She is a sweet girl and deserves more. He just can’t let the Swedish man go.

Pulling his hand away, he smiled at him. “A pleasure.” He responded before he laughed when he agreed to another drink on him. Signaling the bartender for more drinks, Hunter finished what was in his glass and gave Kieran his full attention. “Nope. I am flying solo tonight.” He reassured the pirate captain. “Does your girlfriend not drink?”

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“I don’t know if any of my tips would be helpful,” Kieran admitted with a warm laugh. He raised a hand to run it over his face even as he smiled broadly, “My girlfriend’s a wonderful woman and I think I’m pretty fuckin’ lucky she took any time at all to think I was worth settlin’ down with. I’m still not sure what I did to get her to feel that way.” For as much confidence as Kieran could express on any given day he was a sensitive person and occasionally far more self-effacing than people tended to expect and it was something that held particularly true when he spoke of important relationships in his life. He found himself to be a decent enough man but he held the people in his life in incredibly high regard and felt himself rather lucky to know each and every one of them— luckier still that they’d found any kind of delight in his presence. “With a face like yours I think you’ll be fine all on your own, mate,” He informed Hunter after a moment of consideration– his gaze bright even in the slightly dim light around the bar.

He shook his head briefly in response to the prince’s question, “She drinks– not as much as I do but she doesn’t seem to mind. I was checking on my bar and figured I’d spent a couple hours mucking about here before I went home— so far that’s feeling like it was a damn good idea.” His shoulders rose briefly in a shrug, “Kat gives me a lot of leeway when I feel like trying to be a social butterfly or whatever the bloody expression is– it’s lucky for me, really. I never feel like I know quite enough people.” He paused again and flashed a curious look at Hunter, “You come out for any particular reason tonight?”

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laprincipessalaela·:

For a moment the Italian thought she noticed the look of sheer amusement on his face. She wondered if it was something she said that amused him so but the thought was easily forgotten when he mentioned his sisters; now it was her turn to resist the urge to laugh. “You remind me a little of mi fratello. I am pretty sure he shares the same sentiments too. I think he scared quite a few bullies off before they could even try anything.” As much as the two older Rossi annoyed her sometimes with their overbearingness, she knew in her heart that it came from a good place. They were always going to be her protector no matter how old she got. Perhaps that was why he was such a gentleman with her, she probably reminded him of his sisters. Except maybe she was more vulnerable than either of them would be. 

“Tell me about them. Your sisters. If you want to, of course.” She was quick to add in case she was overstepping her boundaries. This time he was not trying to hide or control his laughter, possibly at her saying that she would throw her drink in someone’s face. He probably knew that no matter how badly she was being harassed, the Italian would never dare to do such a thing. But seeing him this amused with her was worth entertaining the idea. “Throw a drink at you?” She looked a little shocked that he would even consider her doing such a thing to him. “Unless I have completely lost my mind, I would never do that. Especially not to you when you have been nothing but kind to me this evening.” As if on right on cue, her martini arrived and was set in front of her which looked completely unassuming. But she suspected that the liquid sitting in the fancy looking glass was more deadly than her wine.

“You definitely do not look like a punk.” She told him almost a little too quickly then she blushed. In an attempt to hide her embarrassment, the Italian turned her gaze to the new drink but hesitated to take the first sip. “Even if the kind of person you will meet happen to be someone as awkward as me?” Plus Laela was not exactly the most happening and she felt so out of place that she was struggling to even keep a normal conversation going. But she tried to control her nerves even though she was already awkwardly running her teeth across her bottom lip. “I never surfed before but it always looks fun. But really its the sunsets that I love. I find it to be the most magical thing in the world. I could sit there day after day just watching the sun disappear into the horizon and the sky change colours every minute. A little bit juvenile, I know. But I saw it once when I was a child and have been in love with it ever since.”

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“My Italian’s a little rusty but that means... ‘my brother’, right? Do you have a lot of siblings or just the one?” Kieran asked. It wasn’t any of his business, really, but he’d already mentioned his own siblings to some extent and he found allowing someone to talk about their family could be something that helped them relax. Laela seemed to be more nervous because of the setting than she was because he was her company but Kieran made a mental note to do what he could to rid her of the rest of her nerves— or the closest he could get when it came down to it. She was an incredibly sweet woman and he found himself enjoying their conversation for that alone-- throughout his life he’d spent more time with rougher individuals than those he’d consider sweet by any stretch of the imagination. They were all good people in his mind but the world had necessitated a certain amount of coldness in each and every one of them and that coldness was difficult to shake even when they were in an environment in which it was no longer needed. Kieran the captain of the Lionheart was certainly a more intense person than Kieran O’Malley, bar owner and general goofball.

“As for my sisters— I’ve got two - one older and one younger. I have an older brother as well and they’re all... wonderful. They’re my best friends, really— they have been since we were kids and since we all live on the island together that hasn’t really changed-- never had much room to, I don’t think. I always feel pretty lucky I got to grow up with the three of them-- I reckon I’m a little sappy that way,” Kieran explained, a warmth in his voice that matched the adoration in his expression at the mention of his siblings. Their family had always been fairly close considering how unusual a family unit other people might have considered them but that had never bothered Kieran— he adored his family more than almost anything in the world and he had absolutely no problem making that abundantly clear when he had a chance to. A rumbling chuckle escaped him, “I was joking, love— I don’t expect you to throw a drink in my face.”

“You don’t think so? Here I thought the tattoos and the full beard were swinging in that direction,” He joked. At least she wasn’t scared or intimidated by him, he thought, that was a bit of a relief. “If it means anything at all I think you’re unbearably cute so the awkwardness isn’t bothering me any-- I don’t know how it could. Everyone’s a little awkward sometimes, I reckon.” His head canted to one side as he listened to her explanation, “I don’t think that’s juvenile at all. I’ve spent most of my life in and around the ocean in some way or another so I think enjoying the sunsets and the way they look on the water is as good a reason to love it as any. I’m not all that good at surfing either if that’s any consolation. Maybe it’s because I’m almost a giant?” He joked, flashing Laela a wink as he gestured vaguely towards the length of his 6′5″ frame. “What sorts of things do you enjoy other than sunsets? In general.”

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katlaaronsdottir·:

“Well soon enough you won’t need me to translate for you,” she kissed him back, letting her lips linger for a moment, “Because believe me, you would be very happy if you could understand the things I just said to you.” Feeling the cool wood of the door against her back, Katla leaned her head back to rest against it, a soft groan escaping her lips as Kieran’s mouth found a sensitive spot on her neck. “You know I love it when you do that,” her voice grew raspy and she could feel her face and chest flush with desire. “I want you, ég vil þig. How is that to start? Fokk mér. Fuck me. Vinsamlegast. Please.” Between each phrase she placed a lingering kiss first on Kieran’s jaw, then his neck, then nipping gently at the spot where his neck met his collarbone. “Care to give it a try?” Her hands slipped under his shirt, letting her fingers roam over the the smooth skin of his back.

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“I’d rather give you a hands-on demonstration,” Kieran replied, his voice a rough rumble that seemed to be caught somewhere in his chest-- as though speaking in any way was the last thing that was truly on the captain’s mind. Still, he committed the phrases to memory— repeated them several times, rolled the pronunciations around in the back of his mind for several seconds before his patience wavered entirely and he reached for the hem of his t-shirt to tug it off properly-- tossing it away without looking. His fingers shifted immediately to the button on his jeans and paused outright before he leaned in to kiss Katla thoroughly-- a slow, lingering kiss he hoped conveyed every ounce of desire he felt burning through him in that moment. He surged with movement again in an instant-- reaching down to wrap his hands around the back of Katla’s thighs and lift her easily, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist as he stepped back and moved through the house with Katla in his arms until he could set her down on the kitchen island with a rakish grin.

His hands shifted from the back of her thighs to linger at the hem of her shirt before he guided it over her head with an inherent gentleness. Kieran’s smile at the sight of the skin exposed as he tossed Katla’s shirt away was warm and the slightest bit hungry before he ducked his head to press kisses to her collarbones, lingering long enough to leave marks in his wake as he moved lower-- pressing kisses to the top of her breasts just above the line of her bra and leaving dark marks he hoped, briefly, might bruise for an hour or two. “Tell me what you want, cailín deas. I want to hear it from you.” 

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laprincipessalaela·:

“I guess I wouldn’t know if I like it or not until I try.” She told him with a smile, honestly rather excited to get her first sip of a martini. The principessa had always one to live vicariously through the stories that she has read but never one to actually trying to enjoy it for herself. No, she was far too timid for that. Until today and now a pirata was actually buying her drinks and dios, if Luka or Leo knew what she was doing and who with, they would both have steam coming out of their ears. A thought which made her giggle to herself and she hoped that the man did not find her weird for doing so. 

“It would be quite rude to just get up and leave especially after they have bought me a drink.” Being someone that was thought to always smile no matter how she was being treated, she could not bring herself to do what he told her to even if she understood his sentiments. “Maybe I could take the drink that was ordered for me and throw it in their faces?” Now that would be exciting and quite the sight. Someone that blushes so easily and shied away from everything doing something so… outrageous. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” Whether she dated to when the opportunity presented itself she was unsure. But it always looked cool in movies. 

“What are the odds that on the rare occasion you are here also happens to be the same day I decided to come here too. So I am that new person that you get to meet for the night.” She told him with a grin that spoke of how excited that she was that he happened to be here. And it had little to do with the fact that he had rescued her with her dilemma of drink ordering. Then before she could even answer his question, a glass of wine was placed in front of her and she was quick to thank the bartender before he moved to another patron. The Italian took a sip of the wine and turned to her companion for the night with a smile. “Nowhere really interesting. If I am not at the restaurant then I’m at home or just taking a walk on the beach. Its so pretty there that I almost can’t stay away from the waters. Not really exactly exciting.”

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Kieran felt a pressure building in his chest as he listened to Laela speak that he recognized in an instant as laughter and he forced himself to choke it down lest the princess assume he was laughing at her outright. It was more amusement in the face of the fact that she seemed to be one of the rare people who seemed too sweet for the world at large-- she was trusting and polite in a way he’d seen on and off in other royals but all it made him want to do was spare her from the rougher edges of the world and the people who would more than likely want to take advantage of her at every turn. Though he imagined she had plenty of people in her life already who could look after her if and when she needed it and a pirate living on an island she might never see again once she stepped foot off of it seemed a poor choice of protector-- at least in Kieran’s mind. His limited interaction with Laela thus far had already convinced him she likely wouldn’t have shared that opinion. “It might be rude, aye-- but I have two sisters and if any fucker thought they could treat ‘em anything other than real nice I’d have somethin’ to say about it. I don’t see why I should feel any different with any woman I meet,” He explained, gesturing absently with one hand as he spoke.

The laugh he’d worked to stifle erupted from him all at once at her next question and he held a hand to his mouth to muffle the sound the slightest bit-- his shoulders shaking as he continued to laugh and his head bobbed in a brief series of nods before he allowed his hand to fall and show off the broad, dimpled grin he was offering Laela. “I’d pay at least ten Euros to see you throw a drink in someone’s face, love, but that’s just me. And I reckon that should only be a last resort, eh? Not that I think you couldn’t do it and I do think it’d be hilarious, actually, but let’s put that on the back burner a while, yeah? You certainly don’t need to be throwing any drinks in my face.”

His smile widened the slightest bit the moment Laela smiled at him and he nodded again in response to her comment, “It’s a happy coincidence, to be sure. I quite like making friends, actually-- for as much of a punk as I’m sure I look. Life’s no good without people around-- I’ve always thought that.” His life was so full of things the average person might find unbelievable or far fetched to be doing on a regular basis that knowing the people around him had regular, every-day hobbies was somewhat of a comfort to him and he couldn’t help but smile as Laela articulated what she did with her spare time. “I grew up around the water in one way or another so I don’t think I’d call that boring, really-- being on the ocean’s as much a part of me as anything. You surf or anything like that? Or is it just the beach you like?”

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Hunter didn’t pay much attention to the exchange or lack thereof with the other. The only reason he came to the bar is to clear his mind of everything and everyone. However, when the other male moved his attention to him, he shook his head and waved his hand in regards to him buying a drink for him. “No, I was only poking fun.” He stated with a friendly smile. “Though if that is your strongest game, I suggest some practicing.” He said, referencing the guy walking away with the free drink in his hands. Not like the prince is judging the other, considering the same thing has happened to him one too many times. “Maybe talk them up before buying them a drink.” The friendly smile never left his features as he moved his attention to the bartender and lifted his almost empty glass. Clearing his throat, he finished off his drink and pushing it aside as he gave the other his attention when he sat down. When he said his last name, his ears perked - considering O’Malley’s are the ones who own this island, the ones who allowed him to be a physician. To be able to be who he chooses to be and not what he inherited to become. Thus, he gladly shook the man’s hand.  “Hunter Williams.” He stated. “No, I’m set. Though considering your drink walked off, I’ll be happy to buy you one.”

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“If I didn’t have to answer to my girl at the end of it I’d demonstrate how much better than that my game ordinarily is but maybe she won’t mind at all once I ask her about it,” Kieran replied, taking a slow sip of the beer in front of him as he grinned in Hunter’s direction. Flirting was incredibly easy for him— he’d always been an outgoing person and he felt a thrill every time he flirted with someone or was flirted with in return and his dedication to Katla seemed not to have scraped away at that particular facet of his personality. “Good to meet you, mate,” He said cheerfully, shaking Hunter’s hand firmly before he pulled back and rested his chin in his hand for a brief moment-- a laugh rumbling through him before he reached for his half-empty drink and finished the rest of it in several long swigs. “I’m sure as shit not gonna turn down a free drink, darlin’-- since you’re offering I’m happily accepting. You’re not waitin’ for anyone in particular, are ya? I don’t wanna interrupt anything you’ve got goin’ on. I will say I’m not half-bad company if you stick around,” He said warmly, an easy smile on his face.

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Katla’s eyes darted briefly down to Kieran’s lips, she wasn’t reserved in the bedroom by most standards, but compared to some of the other pirates, she often paled in comparison, but Kieran had an effect on her that she couldn’t deny, more than anyone else she’d ever been intimate with by far. “Whenever I’m around you in our home, it is absolutely a necessity.” Although they’d lived together for years on the ship, actually living together in the same room, intentionally as a couple was different, and as a result there was constant temptation. “Yes, I think there are a few important phrases that you need to know as soon as possible that in order to really learn them correctly, you’ll need some visual aid, and I think home, is by far the best place to… adequately cover the material.” She smiled into the kiss, “Ég ætla að kenna þér að fokka mér á íslensku.” 

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“I don’t know what the fuck you just said but it sure sounded pretty,” Kieran murmured, pressing one more brief kiss to Katla’s lips before he reached for her hand and pulled her along in the direction of their villa with genuine excitement in his features. Penny followed them obediently and in the few minutes it took for them to return home Kieran found himself entirely distracted by thoughts of everything that could happen when both of them were clearly so eager to enjoy each other. The moment the front door closed behind them Kieran turned on his heel to press Katla as gently as he could manage into the front door before he leaned in to press several languid, warm kisses to her neck-- nipping at the skin beneath his lips and making himself busy by leaving a dark hickey in the spot he’d focused on, pulling back with a satisfied grin. “You look so beautiful all marked up, you know?” He murmured, his voice low and rough. “But...” He trailed off and kissed Katla softly, catching her bottom lip with his teeth and biting down gently before he pulled away again. “Where should we start with these lessons, pretty girl? I’m very, very eager to learn.”