Hello all! I hope everyone who celebrated had a lovely Christmas and has been enjoying more than stressing about the holiday season! :) Anywho, this is one of the prompts I received (the rest are soon to follow):

Can you also do one where it's set when Killian was Hook and Emma is a princess and meets him due to sneaking into a tavern at night when her parents are asleep. Also, when Hook stumbles upon her, he reads her and discovers that Emma wants adventure and not to be stuck in her princess life and starts to make advances on her and to Hook's astonishment, Emma reciprocates and slowly Hook starts to corrupt her and makes her a pirate and makes her 'I don't want to go home Killian, this is my home' type of girl.

So here's my take on it. Enjoy!

34. Princess

It wasn't often that Captain Hook saw someone like her in the tavern. The women at the bar were usually much more...free, he supposed was a good word for it. They were free of their cares of how many drinks they'd had, free of their worries of how low their necklines were plunging, and free of their inhibitions of how loudly they were laughing or how obnoxiously they were clinging to their respective suitors for the evening.

But this woman...she was different. From her modest, plain dress, to the way she hesitated in the doorway before squaring her shoulders and marching right up to the bar, Hook wasn't quite sure what to make of her, other than assuming that a tavern was most certainly not her normal territory. Her blonde hair was much too well kept, and her dress, though simple, was of high quality material. But most noticeable of all, she sat perfectly straight. Not in the kind of way that told him she was uncomfortable, although she may have been, but that she had been trained to sit that way since before she had even known there was another way to sit.

It was a combination of all these things that brought a smirk to his face and took his feet forward.

"Come here often, Princess?" he whispered, close to her ear. She jerked up and her head snapped in his direction, eyes wide. She searched his face, and her expression told him she wondered how he could know. But then, she seemed to sigh and shrug to herself.

"Well, obviously not," she replied, her tone revealing some of her usual royal command and boldness. "What gave me away?"

"You're sitting rather stiffly," he explained. He placed his right hand at the small of her back, and ran it lightly, slowly, up to between her shoulder blades, where he applied light pressure. "Don't you know how to relax?" he breathed.

He watched as goosebumps erupted down her arms, but she didn't flinch away. In fact, she allowed him to push her shoulders forward, ruining her posture. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she muttered back, "Teach me."

He ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, Princess," he chuckled, "you couldn't handle it."

One of her eyebrows arched upwards, and the corner of her mouth pulled up into a smirk. She tilted her head slightly, as if to pity him. "Oh, Captain," she mocked, "perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it."

His jaw went slack momentarily, but he quickly recovered. "All right, Princess -"

"Emma," she interrupted.

"All right, Emma," he corrected. "Take one thing, anything at all, in this tavern that isn't yours."

Given a task, she immediately surveyed the room, eyes scanning the tavern and people. And then, her eyes stopped roaming. Much to Hook's surprise, she adjusted her bodice, pulling it lower. With a small smile on her lips, she rose from her seat and sauntered over to a man at a table, who was surrounded by three women, one of which had her arm draped possessively over his shoulders.

All Hook could do was laugh to himself, because that was the only thing that would lessen the shock. Within five minutes, the princess - Emma - had earned herself a seat at the table. Within ten, she had found her way into the seat next to the man's. Within fifteen, she was sitting on his lap, ignoring the glares from the three other women. A short while later, she whispered something in his ear, and from the way the man gazed after her as she sashayed away, Hook could tell it was a promise that would go unkept.

"Taking another woman's man," he observed when she returned, leaning up against the counter next to him. "Crafty, aren't you?"

She patted his arm. "Well then, I suppose that makes two things." He watched with hidden astonishment as she pulled out the man's purse, shaking it for the added effect of the sound of coins jingling. She casted a quick, final glance towards the man to see if he had noticed yet, but he had his three original ladies all hanging off of him once again. "He seems a little preoccupied at the moment, so I suggest we leave now," she reasoned, grabbing the coin purse and stashing it in a pocket hidden in the folds of her dress.

"Well played, Princess," Hook breathed, his brain screaming at his feet to follow her. "Well played."

"Behold," he proclaimed, raising a hand, "The Jolly Roger."

He led her from the dock, over the gangplank, and onto his ship. He watched, unsure why he cared so much about her opinion, as she trailed her hand along the rail. Her eyes toured the mast and the sails and the crow's nest and, finally, the horizon, where the very first light from the sun was tinting the dark sky slightly green. He didn't realize how long they had walked and talked since leaving the tavern, how many tales of the sea he had recounted to her.

"What do you see?" He stood next to her, body pitched towards her and leaning against the bulwark.

It was hard to tell what she was thinking exactly, but he was not at all surprised when she replied, "I see adventure. I see life. I see no strict schedules or ridiculous classes or guards on all sides." She turned her head to look at him. "I see freedom."

In the pit of his stomach, he felt torn. Was it selfish to ask her to stay, or selfish to tell her to go? He cleared his throat and looked away from her. "You don't belong here, Princess. This life...is not the life for you. Return to your castle and your carriage and your perfect posture -"

"No," she interrupted, bringing her hand up to his cheek, forcing his face back towards her. "That's what I'm saying. That," she pointed behind her, in the general direction of the Enchanted Forest and the royal palace, "hasn't felt like home in years. But what I've felt tonight, here, with you, this feels comfortable, this feels like home."

His cheeks were growing warmer from her hand, but he didn't flinch away. His eyes met hers and he muttered, softly but steadily, "Then stay...Emma. Stay."

I think I may have made things happen really fast but I'd love to hear your thoughts!