Princess Emma — or Emma Swan as she liked to be called was a runaway princess.

She was a princess, but she had a job as a wench or rather a waitress.

One night she was working at the local tavern, when the man that was known quite famously around the enchanted forest came in.

She swallowed hard. Captain Hook.

She watched him enter the tavern and almost dropped her glass all over the person who had ordered the drink.

She looked at the man who she almost dropped the drink on, "I'm so-so sorry," she stuttered.

"Bloody wench." The man muttered.

Emma rolled her eyes and walked away from the man.

Then she walked towards him. She cleared her throat, smiling at him.

"What can I get you?" She asked sweetly.

He turned to her and looked — or rather gaped — at her.

She raised her eyebrow, "you know you could answer me or you could just gape, whatever's best for you." She said, "but I don't have all day so either order a drink or I'm leaving..." She trailed off, before turning to leave.

He grabbed her wrist and cleared his throat, smirking at her, "why don't you sit down and I'll get you a drink?" He asked.

"I'd love that but I'm working, I can't drink when I'm working." She smiled at him, a sweet but fake smile.

"Then sit down once you've finished working." He said, "for now, you can get me a rum, if my crew wants anything they'll tell you." He smiled back at her.

"No problem, actually I'll get the others to serve your crew no problem." She grinned, but it was real this time. "I'll just keep an eye on you." She winked at him before turning away from him.

She felt his eyes on her as she turned away. She smirked to herself before getting his rum and walking back over to him, handing it to him.

"One rum." She said, before turning away.

He grinned at her and nodded her head, "thanks, princess." He replied, she stopped walking for a second, why did he call her princess she shook her head just a nickname.

**
After around an hour and a half she finished her work and she sat down exhausted. All the other waitresses had left, except her.

She didn't want to leave, because he was still there. When he saw her there he walked over to her, "are you alright love?" He asked, clearly concerned.

She looked up at him, "why do you care?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me our flirting meant nothing to you." He said.

"It didn't. You're a pirate, you don't want to be with the likes of me." She replied.

"The likes of you? Why would I not want to be with the 'likes of you' love?" He asked.

"Because I'm not who you may think I am." She said, before she stood up, "I'm sorry I have to go."

He nodded, letting her go. She smiled at him before leaving the tavern. He left not long after her.

**

When she came to work the next day, he wasn't there.

She didn't see him until a couple of weeks later.

He always watched her, she didn't flirt with the other men like they flirted with her, she simply ignored them.

Until one day, a man accidentally spilt a drink on her.

"Oh I'm so sorry," he said drunkenly.

She rolled her eyes, "it's fine, and she started dabbing herself with a towel, which he snatched off her.

"Here," he purred, which disgusted her, "let me," he said and purposefully ran it over her chest.

She growled, "get off me," she said.

He then groped her and squeezed her butt, which she gasped at.

"Oh come on," he slurred, "dressing like that, it's obvious you want something than just a job." He grinned.

"I really don't."

She pushed him off her when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"You heard her, she doesn't want anything with a dirty old man like you." A masculine voice hissed, his voice.

The man turned to him and smirked. "Oh and what are you going to do about it?" He asked.

"Well... This." And the infamous Captain Hook punched the man, not with his fist, with his hook, and the man screamed in pain, "now get out of here, you could get in big trouble for touching a woman like that."

The man whimpered away before leaving the tavern.

He turned to her and touched her shoulders, gently. She didn't flinch at his touch.

"Are you alright?" He asked her.

She nodded, "I'm fine, I should be used to it, it's part of the job."

He frowned, "you shouldn't have to be used to it." He moved her hair out of her face to look into her eyes. "You don't deserve that."

Now she frowned, "why would the infamous Captain Hook want to help me?" She asked.

"Because you're not who you appear to be." He said, almost mimicking her words.

"How do you still remember me?" She asked, confused.

"Hard to forget a beautiful face such as yours love."

She looked down and blushed, before she looked up at behind her lashes.

"T-thank you." She stuttered.

"You're not just a wench—waitress— are you?" He asked her.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I saw the way you stopped suddenly when I called you princess." He said. He looked at her again, properly looked at her and her features.

He trailed a finger down her cheek, and she slowly closed her eyes at his touch.

He leaned into her ear and whispered, "you're the kingdom's princess."

"Ah so you've heard of me," she joked, smiling slightly, not caring that he knew.

"Indeed, love. I figured it out when you said a pirate wouldn't be with a woman such as yourself, and one wouldn't say that unless she was one. a princess and two. it was forbidden."

She nodded. "By my father." She whispered.

"Well you certainly don't follow the rules if you're out here."

She shook her head, "you're right, I don't, which is why I need this." She said, grabbing his lapels and pulling him to her, kissing him and running her hands through his hairs, sighing through the kiss.

"Fuck." She whispered, gasping. She said it as both a response to what she did and what she wanted him to do.

He understood what she meant and smirked at her. "As you wish, my love."

He pulled away, and took her to his ship and into his cabin.

They kissed again, it was very heated. Emma lifted a leg up to wrap around his waist and he grabbed it before taking the other and doing the same. They continued the heated kiss before they fell onto the bed, her on top of him.

She giggled slightly. She sighed into him, he made her forget. Forget everything.

She was falling for him, badly.

**

When he woke up the next day, the space beside him was empty. She was gone.

Just simply gone, and he didn't do anything about it.

He sighed to himself why did I not stop her? Was the question he was left with.

He couldn't get her out of his head.

He was falling, badly...

A/n: hope you enjoyed there's going to be a second part and yes it got steamy but it is captain wench cs so you know ;) next part may be up soon. Also idea credit to captaingrimcs on Instagram thank you 💕