*A lot of people have come up with this theory, but it’s so perfect I had to write it down.
They say you learn the most from your mistakes. Mine came as I was watching “Murder Most Foul” and Charming said this:
I hadn’t really been paying enough attention to realize that he was talking about the sleeping curse that the Evil Queen had placed on him and Snow, so my mind immediately went to: What other curse needs to be broken? Luckily for me there is another curse that needs to be broken. Many of you know this, but it’s the curse that is keeping everyone in Storybrooke.
What we don’t realize is which part of the curse is still active. It’s not the dark aspects of the Dark Curse - that was broken by Emma as was prophesied/dictated by Rumpelstiltskin. No, it’s the other part that the pesky imp created that is trapping everyone here still.
The Savior curse. Think about it. The only reason Emma Swan is the Savior is because Rumplestiltskin made it so. In theory, Emma was no longer supposed to be the Savior after she broke the Dark Curse. Everyone was supposed to go back to where they were from, but that didn’t happen. Which means what? That portion of the curse, that tiny little drop, is a curse all in itself, and it too needs to be broken. When it is, Emma’s fate as the Savior will be broken; she will live.
Now you ask: But Emma was given the Shears of Destiny or whatever to cut herself from her fate and no longer be the Savior and she didn’t take it!
Well, we know how Rumple’s curse works right? A pair of pretty scissors wouldn’t break this curse because only one person has that power: Emma herself.
We’ve come full circle. Once upon a time Adam and Eddy pitched the idea that the curse would take seven years to fully break. Now we’ve reached that point. Once Emma breaks the Savior curse, Rumple’s spell that he placed on her life will break. Her Hero’s Journey will be complete, and she will return to her life in the real world, where no one needs her to protect them.
(I’ll come back to this in a minute)
So we know what needs to happen. Here I take it a step further and answer:
It turns out that we have that answer too:
Ah yes. True Love. Here’s where I know I’ll lose half of you because “Once Upon a Time is obsessed with Captain Swan. Why can’t you see that, you’re blinding yourself, stop perpetuating nonsense, wake up blah blah blah blah.”
Well, I’m going to counter that with: Why is Emma still the Savior then? If Once Upon a Captain Swan is genuinely the entire point of this show, why is Emma still fated to die?
Answer: You can’t break a curse where you’re the Savior of the fairytale characters with one of the said fairytale characters.
Here you respond again with: “Well, Smartypants, you call yourself a Swan Queen shipper, but you’ve just contradicted yourself. You think the Evil Queen can break the curse with Emma? She’s a fairytale character too!”
Well, reader, you are very clever indeed. But shall I provide you with my next exhibit:
While it was super fun to watch, Split Queen was not just done for the optics. It was a setup for endgame. The Evil Queen may be a fairytale character, but Mayor Regina Mills (like Emma and Henry) is a completely original creation of our world. Which means, like Emma, the daughter of Prince Charming and Snow White, she can live a completely normal life outside of the Enchanted Forest.
I was trying to figure out the purpose behind bringing Wish Robin Hood back, and this line really explains it:
The writers are priming us for a much bigger version of this concept. Robin is the first test of the portal system. Will it allow someone who isn’t supposed to be “real” stay in the “real world”? We know Storybrooke, by our standards, isn’t a real place, it’s a refuge for fairytale characters from many realms, so it makes sense that he passes the test in this case, but what about Regina? Will she, a person who isn’t supposed to be real, be allowed to live somewhere like Boston or New York if Storybrooke doesn’t exist. This first trial proves that yes, she will be able to because something about her is connected to our world (that thing is literally the writers themselves). They have Regina grapple with this issue- Why was wish Robin able to come here?- because she’s next, and she needs to know that she’ll be okay when she tries to stay in this world.
If Regina remains unconnected to the Evil Queen, she should be able to help Emma break the curse and remain in this reality. Will it really be True Love’s Kiss that frees Emma from the Savior Curse and sends everyone to where they belong?
I would hope.
I also hope that I’ll find $2000 on the street tomorrow, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen.
But it’s certainly the most reasonable solution since literally every curse is broken with True Love’s Kiss…
Have you ever wondered why there’s never been a True Love’s Kiss with Emma & her parents or Emma with Hook? Perhaps part of that is because True Love’s Kiss can only work with people who are from the same reality. Since Regina had True Love’s Kiss with Henry, that means she’s a part of his reality. Part of her belongs in our world. Emma has never shared True Love’s Kiss with Hook because he isn’t a part of her reality. He’s still a fairytale character. They can get married, she can choose that life, but that means she will remain tied to her fate as the Savior. She will always be connected to the Fairytale world. She will eventually die for them.
But if somehow, Regina Mills is Emma’s true True Love; if two “real people” who were created in this world- Emma Swan the bail bonds person, and Regina Mills the Mayor- shared True Love’s Kiss (not saying they’ll make it gay like they should) then the entire curse could be broken.
I just don’t see any other way they could go with this. The show has always foreshadowed that Storybrooke isn’t supposed to last.
We know there’s going to be a “reset” for the show…
And we know that Regina is no longer connected to the Evil Queen. Everything is setting up for the fairytale characters to return to their world.
But what happens next?
A good story always comes full circle, but the hero returns home with more knowledge and is in a better place. Odysseus goes on a crazy journey with a bunch of messed up shit but eventually makes it back home. Dorothy wishes she could experience life over the rainbow, but when she does, she learns that there’s no place like home. Harry Potter steps onto Platform 9 ¾ for the first time alone, and in the last book he steps on with a family. So if in the Pilot we see Emma in her lonely Boston apartment, wishing on a star to no longer be alone, it only makes sense that the last time we see her, she’s in her Boston apartment but she isn’t alone- she has a family.
We know Henry will be a part of that family, but it’s safe to assume that Regina will be there too, because of this promise:
Unfortunately all magic comes with a price, and my prediction is that price will be that everyone forgets that any of this ever happened.
I’m grounding this theory in the fact that the last time there was a reset, that happened to half of the parties involved: Emma and Henry
In that scenario, the Dark Curse was destroyed. The Dark Curse’s purpose was to create Storybrooke, so once it was gone, Emma and Henry forgot that Storybrooke ever existed… But everyone in the Enchanted Forest still remembered Emma and Henry because the Savior Curse still existed- they all remembered the Savior. They were able to go back and get her and recreate the bridge between our worlds because Emma was still the Savior. Once the Savior Curse is gone, everything will be wiped out. Everyone will forget that the Savior existed, and why she existed. All the fairytale characters will return to their world where their stories will play out, and all the characters from our world will begin to lead a normal life.
That life for Emma and Regina could very well be together. It’s not guaranteed, but it would certainly explain why the writers have made an effort to keep Emma and Regina apart in Storybrooke while maintaining a certain amount of tension between them- because their story isn’t meant to play out in Storybrooke. It would also explain why it’s not a topic of conversation for any of the writers or actors- it’s a major plot point, and talking about it would be a spoiler. Lastly, Adam Horowitz said himself that they weren’t queerbaiting:
If they’re planning on having Regina be a part of Emma’s new life free from the Savior curse, then technically this isn’t a lie.
But could they make it so that Emma and Regina’s relationship is merely as platonic co-parents in the real world? Of course. But at the end of the day we would still be right: Swan Queen would still technically be endgame, and it’s still a hell of a lot better than Captain Swan.
The Wars of the Roses were a series of wars for control of the throne of England fought between supporters of two rival branches of the royal House of Plantagenet: the House of Lancaster (associated with a red rose), and the House of York (whose symbol was a white rose). The conflict lasted through many sporadic episodes between 1455 and 1487; however, there was fighting before and after this period between the houses. The power struggle ignited around social and financial troubles following the Hundred Years’ War, combined with the mental infirmity and weak rule of Henry VI which revived interest in Richard, Duke of York’s claim to the throne. Historians disagree about whether the Wars of the Roses were caused by the structural problems of bastard feudalism or Henry VI’s ineffectiveness as king.
With the Duke of York’s death, the claim transferred to his heir, Edward, who later became the first Yorkist king of England, as Edward IV. His son reigned for 86 days as Edward V, but Parliament then decided that Edward and his brother Richard were illegitimate and offered the crown to Edward IV’s younger brother, who became Richard III. The two young princes disappeared within the confines of the Tower of London.
The final victory went to a claimant of the Lancastrian party, Henry Tudor, Earl of Richmond, who defeated the last Yorkist king, Richard III, at the Battle of Bosworth Field. After assuming the throne as Henry VII, he married Elizabeth of York, the eldest daughter and heir of Edward IV, thereby uniting the two claims. The House of Tudor ruled the Kingdom of England until 1603, with the death of Elizabeth I, granddaughter of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York.
Summary: Reader is quiet and keeps to themselves, but at a party, Henry spikes their drink after they reject his offer of sexual dancing and they get high off painkillers. Richie sees them and takes them home. Well, tries.
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader, slight Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader (they/them)
Warnings!: Mentions of sexual acts, drug use, and overreacting Eds the Mom
A/N: This idea was adorable my God and it might seem rushed sorry
(Y/N) was sitting at a big end school party, where Greta held at her grandmother’s house while her grandmother was in Ohio for the month. Greta walked around while stopping people from dropping her grandma’s China and ran into (Y/N), who was reading a poetry book Ben had let them borrow.
“Oh, it’s you,” Greta smirked a bit with deadpan eyes. She placed a teacup on the desk behind (Y/N) and crossed her arms. “Parties are for hook-ups and fun, not reading, bitch.”
(Y/N) glanced up but resumed her reading and lightly tracing over the words. Greta scoffed and grabbed the teacup back while turning on her heels and walking off to save her expensive things. (Y/N) sighed once she’d left and prepared to stand up before an all known douche bag sauntered over with a psychopathic grin stretched across his face.
Henry stood over her and trailed his left hand over to her waist, pulling her close and flush against him. He was fifteen and going through puberty, which meant with alcohol in his system, he was technically an incubus. “Hey, baby,” Henry leaned against (Y/N) and the smell of cheap beer couldn’t have been any stronger. “There’s a bathroom down the hall if you–”
You pushed him away and snatched the small book to your side, “Leave me alone.” He scowled as you sat down and kept reading, expecting him to leave. Which he did, not before slipping you a drink from someone behind him. Henry handed it to you and you noticed it wasn’t beer, but a cranberry juice cocktail. You took it with hesitance but took a sip anyway. He smirked and walked off.
Usually, he wouldn’t go down so easily, so this action was confusing to you. You noticed a strange, dry aftertaste of the juice but shrugged it off as being the tang of the fruit. You continued to read your poetry before your eyes became blurry and you felt nauseous. You quickly sat down your book and stood up, suddenly hearing the music as voices telling you to do something. To get up and go all out, dance, laugh, sing. Everything. What did he put in that drink?
You didn’t exactly care once you began striding over to the floor, dancing wildly with someone as they pulled you close. The music overwhelmed you and fill your ears, but you still danced like no tomorrow. The person you were basically grinding against was a fourteen-year-old named Jackson, one of Greta’s boyfriends.
Greta stood a few feet in front of you with a shocked face. It quickly melted into a scowl as she marched over and shoved you off him, “Here to fuck my boyfriend? What’s wrong with you? Are you some kind of slut!” You stumbled back and stared back at her. You suddenly had a burning rage, she was the one who’d made fun of Beverly and you that one year. All the rage built up was released as you reeled your arm back and punched her straight in the face.
“Ohh!” “God damn!” “What the fuck!” People around you exclaimed in either horror or amusement at Greta, who was on the floor knocked out. You heard someone call your name and you turned to see Richie standing amongst the crowd. You smiled and ran over to him with a bright smile.
“Did ya see that, Rich? It was fuckin’ awesome!” You grinned and practically bounced in front of him. He panicked and looked around at the upset friends of Greta who glared his way.
“Yeah, ha… hah. We have to um, we have to go,” Richie grabbed your arm and lead you to the door where Eddie stood there having an anxiety attack. He took a breath from his inhaler and grabbed your shoulders to stare you in the face.
“(Y/N), oh my God, we have to get you home! Richie, are they drunk? What did you do? Oh, God. What happened to your eyes? They’re red! Were you touched or something? Are you–”
You cut off Eddie by putting a finger to his lips to shush him, “Shhh, little boy. I’m a-okay.” He deadpanned and removed your hand from his face before talking to Richie about bringing you home. “You know, Richie, you’re hot when you panic. Like, that face is fucking everything. I could just kiss you right now. That’s not weird, right? Nah.” Eddie and Richie paused and stared at you in disbelief.
“Hot? Richie? What?” Eddie’s eyes practically popped out of his head, looking between you and Richie. You shrugged and just stood there drunkenly. “Richie, what did you do to them!” Eddie glared before taking another breath from his inhaler. He sighed, “You know what, I don’t care. I can’t stay here. What if I get high from the air? Or lung cancer? Or- or some kind of air STD? I’m going.”
Richie laughed at Eddie while he stomped off, his bright red jog shorts glowing by the window lights once he walked away. He faced you and there was a silence. The world seemed to go black, only you two were alive in your mind. You leaned towards him and put your hands on his shirt, gripping it and pulling him into a hard kiss.
He almost tripped while you pulled away, his face was bright pink under the party lights.You grinned and leaned in a second time before you blacked out on top of Richie. He held you carefully as of to not drop you.
Losers club finding out that you’re dating Patrick Hockstetter
A/N: since it’s Halloween I decided to make this Halloween themed. I hope you like it anon.
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You were at Henry Bowers “party”
It was only you and the bowers gang though.
You originally made plans to hang out with your friends, the losers club, but Patrick invited you to Henry’s party and you wanted to spend time with him since you haven’t been seeing him as much so you decided to go with him.
The losers were very understanding when you told them that something came up.
They weren’t suspicious of you… Until they saw you and the bowers gang having the time of your lives coming out of one of the stores with some snacks for the party.
At first they thought you were in trouble so they went over to help you but that was until they saw that you all were wearing a group costume and… did you just kiss Patrick Hockstetter!?
They were shocked.
How could you date one of the people that made their lives a living hell?
The bowers gang never bullied you. Even before you dated Patrick. In fact they were kind of nice to you.
If they saw Greta or someone trying to mess with you they just left you alone not joining in or attacking you later on
Once you started dating Patrick no one was able to lay a finger on you.
Someone trying to mess with you now. They’d be dealing with your boyfriend and his friends.
But anyways the losers wanted to leave the scene and bring this up another time but Richie had other ideas.
He brought attention to themselves by yelling out a “What the fuck!?”
The bowers gang turned towards them and you became nervous.
You didn’t tell the losers because you knew they’d be mad at you and here they were mad at you.
You left the bowers gang to go talk to them and try to explain what was going on.
The losers started yelling at you (mainly Richie) which led to the bowers gang going up to you to protect you.
Patrick stepped in between you and Richie .
You explained what was going on and why you didn’t tell them.
The losers felt hurt but they understood why you didn’t tell them.
You all apologized to each other and the losers club left to continue trick or treating.
The bowers gang looked tempted to go after them but they restrained themselves because they knew that Patrick would be pissed if you saw them hurting your friends.
You all went back to Henry’s house for the party which just consisted of y’all playing games, eating candy, watching scary movies and cuddling with Patrick.
+ this is a little fic just to let you know i’m still here and to wish you happy new year. let’s hope 2017 will be kinder to us all +
(Y/N) wasn’t having a fantastic time.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She was surrounded by her coworkers and best friends. Prentiss was already very drunk, and that was always fun. Hotch had brought Jack with him, and you always liked talking to him about the new superheroes he liked, the two of you always arguing about what was the best: Marvel or DC. Derek had shown up as a surprise at JJ’s New Year’s party, alongside Savannah and Henry. Rossi was having agrand time chatting up one of JJ’s single aunts. JJ was the perfect host, making sure everyone was having a great time, and a filled glass. And Garcia never left (Y/N)’s side, worried about her recently single friend and how she was doing after her breakup, at this time of the year no less.
(Y/N) was fine. Actually, more than fine. She was actually surprised at herself, being so fine after getting dumped by her boyfriend of a few months one day before the last day of the year. Garcia thought that the youngest girl of the team was trying to be brave, putting on a tough face in front of people so they wouldn’t know how hurt she was. But the truth is, she wasn’t. Hurt, that is. She was fine. More than that. (Y/N) was relieved.
She couldn’t quite pinpoint the why but damn, she was happy that after being so heartbroken post-breakups all her life, she was finally getting a bit more emotionally stable. Or at least that was what she thought.
But she wasn’t having a fantastic time. It was okay, to say the best. If she was being quite honest with herself, (Y/N) was a bit upset that Spencer wasn’t there. I mean, obviously JJ had invited him, and if he had planned on attending the party, surely he’d be there already, being responsible and punctual and all that. So (Y/N) assumed he had other plans, but what could they be?
Maybe Spencer had gone to Vegas to spend New Year’s with his mother. At the thought of that, (Y/N) unknowingly smiled. He had a great relationship with her, and they had gone through so much already. The thought of him spending an important holiday with his mother made her happy. Because it was exactly something that would make Spencer happy. But then again, he would’ve told people he was going away, right? So maybe he wasn’t spending New Year’s with her.
Oh, god. Did Spencer have a girlfriend and was spending the turn of the year with her? Dear lord. That would explain a lot of things. Like why he had withdrawn from (Y/N) for a few months, probably busy being with this woman. And how, after the breakup, he was nowhere to be seen. He was one of (Y/N)’s best friends and he hadn’t been there for her at a time she needed, so surely there was an explanation.
A girlfriend. Of course. He had been too busy with his new relationship to even pay attention to her. The thought of that made (Y/N) frown, even though at that point Garcia was telling a funny story about a failed relationship she had when she was younger. But why thinking about Spencer with a girl was making her feel so… bad? A true friend would be happy to see him with someone after all he went through, specially with his love life. So why wasn’t she? Happy, that is. Which she wasn’t. She was… angry, sad. A little jealous.
‘Oh. Shit,’ she thought. She was a lot jealous. A true friend wouldn’t be jealous. The only person who would be jealous would be a person who had feelings for him. And (Y/N) didn’t have feelings for him. Did she? No, that cannot possibly be true. They were friends, they did everything together and there was no one else she was more comfortable with. There was no one else she was more comfortable with.
‘There’s no one else,’ she thought. ‘Shit. I’m in love with him. Shit, shit, shit.’
(Y/N) needed to breathe. Garcia had now moved on to talking about celebrity crushes and had no idea what was going on inside (Y/N)’s mind. Dear lord, she was in love with Spencer. That would explain a lot. Like why she was so relieved after her relationship ended. Why she wasn’t heartbroken. Not at her breakup, and yet a little at the thought of Spencer with someone else.
It was close to midnight and he was still nowhere to be seen. The party had moved on to JJ’s lawn, to get a good look at the fireworks at the turn of the year. Inside the house, (Y/N) told Garcia to go ahead and be with the others, she would be right there. But the truth was she needed some time. Some alone time to figure out what was happening, to get used to being in love with her best friend. Should she tell him something? Maybe not if it turns out he does have a girlfriend. But if he doesn’t, she should say something. Right? Would he even be interested in her? Would he shove her away? Withdraw himself one more time? (Y/N) couldn’t bear the thought of him not talking to her, not being her friend. But she needed to be brave, because what if? What if he felt the same? What if he didn’t but not just yet? What if he, they just needed some time to figure stuff out?
“TEN.” (Y/N) heard everyone shout and stared at them, sighing. She should go outside, celebrate with them, but at same time she just wanted to be alone, to think about these feelings she had just discovered. These new, exciting, terrifying feelings. Well, were they new?
“NINE.” Everyone was happy, she could see that much. Of course they were all surrounded by loved ones, and (Y/N) sure loved her friends. But now… It was like something was missing. Someone, actually.
“EIGHT.” She thought about the new year, about how the last one had been a crappy one, but she looked at the future with an uncertain optimism, if there was such a thing. If that year had taught her anything was that she should be careful, think things true. Always the rushed one, the multitasker.
“SEVEN.” Breathe, (Y/N). Be more calm, take time with things. With life. With people.
“SIX.” Forgive yourself more. For the things you did and for the things you didn’t do. There’s no point in beating yourself up for the relationship with someone you weren’t in love with. Or for the toll taken in your relationship with someone you did love. Breathe.
“FIVE.” Love yourself more. Why did you get in a relationship with that guy in the first place? Were you just lonely? Unhappy? Learn to be alone, to be surrounded by silence. I know the quiet makes room for sad and scary thoughts. Let them in.
“FOUR.” Wasn’t Bukowski that said, “If you’re going through hell, keep going”? The only way out is through.
(Y/N) sighed and heard the door open quickly.
He looked disheveled. His hair was a mess, and still lovely. His tie was crooked. He looked out of breath, like he had just run there, and he looked like he was searching for something.
“Spencer,” (Y/N) said, with a light smile.
Then he looked at her.
There was something about his eyes, an intensity she had never noticed before. An intensity that was never there. The way he looked at her was like he was seeing her, all of her. As if he could read her mind, know her feelings, like he could see so much of her that it would be less uncomfortable for (Y/N) if she was actually naked.
He made his way to her abruptly, and quickly. His long legs taking but a few steps until he found himself in front of her and cupped her face. His hands were freezing, and perhaps that was why they were shaking.
He kissed her. His lips crashed into (Y/N)’s without so much as a warning. It took her a fraction of a second to understand what was going on. To notice that while his lips were cold, his tongue was warm. To hear the happy sigh that escaped his lips while they kissed. To feel one of his hands go from her cheek to her waist, closing in the already not so big distance that separated the two. To feel the other hand move from her cheek to her neck, his thumb caressing her so gently. But when she did, understand what was going on, that is, she was sure that there was no need for fireworks outside, in the sky.
Her hands went straight to his hair, so naturally as if she had thought about touching them and feeling them between her fingers all of this time. Her hands were warm on his cold face, that by the second they kissed, began to warm up a little. All of him was warming up at her touch. And although (Y/N) had been indoors all the party, she could swear all of her was warming up at his touch as well.
When they finally broke the kiss, the kiss that (Y/N) wasn’t sure she was desperately thinking about for the last minute or for the past year, ever since she joined the BAU, Spencer smiled and said, “Happy New Year, (Y/N).”
since i can’t seem to stop cranking out pynch oneshots this week have another one (with a side of bluesy because why not):
It may have started as a joke, but Adam’s not laughing now.
It’s been a few months since everything happened. Some things (Blue finally being able to kiss Gansey) have been easier to adapt to than others (Noah’s disappearance, Ronan and Adam finding themselves co-parenting a half-goat girl) but they’re making it work.
Truly, Adam’s biggest problem at the moment is trying to decide if he wants to keep one or both of his jobs over the summer to save up for any college expenses not covered by his (very, very generous) full-ride scholarship.
And Ronan’s current outfit. That’s definitely jumped to the top of Adam’s list of problems.
Henry had decided they needed more fun in their lives and that it was time they acted like the teenagers they are before September rolls around and everyone goes their separate ways (well, Henry, Blue and Gansey are going one way and Adam and Ronan are going two other ways but the point still stands).
His lease for the Litchfield house is up at the end of June and he decides to have one last blow out party to celebrate.
But not just any party.
A costume party.
“You do know it’s fucking June, right?” Ronan had muttered when Henry had burst into Monmouth carrying streamers and cans of glittery spray paint.
“That I do, Lynch. Which is why it’s a costume party and not a Halloween party.” Henry had said with a grin.
And that was that.
Now it’s the morning of the party and Adam’s having a hard time keeping his mouth shut as he sprawls out on the bed and watches his boyfriend get ready. Ronan, pissy about dressing up (“It’s a costume party Lynch I think you can chill out on the whole ‘I don’t lie’ thing in this particular case”) had decided that if he was going to be forced to be someone else for the night, then naturally it would be at Gansey’s expense.
One orange polo shirt and a pair of pressed khaki shorts later and Adam is having a crisis. He’s never really been into Gansey’s particular aesthetic (neither had Blue, actually, which Adam privately finds hilarious) but there’s something about Ronan wearing his signature items that’s doing something to him.
Commiserating over the traditions of bachelorette and bachelor parties, Emma and Killian end up having their own celebration on the eve of their wedding. A little bachelorette/bachelor party one-shot on the eve of the Captain Swan Wedding! Thanks to @like-waves-on-the-beach for the last minute read through and writer support! Thanks to @lizzyc807shipscaptainswan for the writing challenge prompt and invitation to all to participate.
Rated M - If M is not your thing, read NO further!
“A what?” Killian asked, looking as befuddled as he had when Henry had congratulated him on their Wookie prisoner gag.
“A bachelor party,” David and Henry repeated in unison.
The three most important men in Emma Swan’s life sat together at a corner booth in Granny’s discussing the plan of action for tonight. It was the night before David would walk his baby girl down the aisle, the first rite of passage he would get to experience as Emma’s father. It was Henry’s last night before officially having a stepfather, and seeing his mother marry the love of her life. And it was Killian’s last night as a bachelor, although he didn’t quite see the importance of celebrating his single status.
“Why on earth would I celebrate being a bachelor? I’ve been a bachelor for lifetimes. I’ll be a married man tomorrow, now that is something to celebrate,” Killian exclaimed.
David’s heart swelled a little bit at the happiness that Killian exuded, knowing that this reformed pirate was going to be the absolute perfect husband for his daughter. “Well, that’s just it, a bachelor party is one last hurrah, one last celebration as a free and single man.”
“And as I said, what I truly wish to celebrate is marrying Emma. So why don’t we have an ‘I’m getting married’ party instead?”
“You want a wedding shower?” David smirked.
“Aye, I quite like the sound of that. Now, just what does a wedding shower entail?”
“Jesus Christ, Hook, it was a joke. Wedding showers are for women… for the bride to be, not the groom!” David explained, exasperation at his future son-in-law coloring his tone. The blushing groom, he thought.
“Oi, mate, no need for sarcasm,” Killian shot back. “I don’t know everything about your realm. If it is a bachelor party I must have, then so be it.”
“Alright!” Henry pumped his fist into the air. “So what’s the plan fellas?”
David’s eyes about bugged out of his head at his grandson’s assumption that he would be at the bachelor party. A celebration among men. “Whoa, Henry, I’m not so sure your mother would be on board with you being at a bachelor party.”
“Gramps, we live in Storybrooke, it’s not like there will be drugs and strippers.”
David was speechless as he tried to pick his jaw up off the floor. Why was Henry even saying the word stripper? How did he even know about strippers? And drugs? He’s growing up too quickly, David panicked, now he positively felt like a grandpa as the need to keep Henry young and innocent surged through him. When he looked at Killian, the grin he saw on the pirate’s face wasn’t what he was hoping to see. He narrowed his eyes at Hook, as the man made eye contact with him, eyes filled with mirth no less. “What are you teaching my grandson?” David asked accusingly.
“I’m a pirate, Dave, not a man whore,” Killian deadpanned. He didn’t hold it against David, it was easy to blame a pirate, especially in uncomfortable situations; like when your grandson mentions naked women. Killian tried to school his features as he was having a hard time not bursting into laughter over the prince’s outrage.
REQUEST: I was wondering if you could do an ouat Peter Pan imagine where the girl is like, a total badass and has dark magic and that she’s really powerful (not as powerful as Peter tho obviosly) but she’s pretty much just as twisted as him and that’s why they’re together. It can be any setting or scenario you want (smut is ok too) but yeah I just want to see Peter with a girl who is as dark as he is but he stil loves her
First of all, thank you so much!! And secondly, I loveee this idea of a dark as hell power couple. I really hope you like my take on it!! :)
Killian Jones had met many villians across his extended life time.
There was The Crocodile, of course, and Blackbeard, and the particularly manipulative Cora Mills- yet not one of them could compare to the living manifests of pure evil that took the forms of Peter Pan and (Y/N) (L/N).
Peter was the fists of the relationship. He was violence and daggers and blood stained hands- he used pain to make his enemies fold and he relished their screams like they were melodies composed for his own enjoyment. But (Y/N) was different.
She preferred alternative means to break your soul. She played games of the mind and of the heart- her power was not as strong as her partners but she was just as dangerous. She didn’t use weapons but who needs them when words are just as sharp?
They tortured for entertainment- killed for sport. Even now, long after he had escaped the land they both remained a constant in his nightmares. The only nice thing he could possibly think to say about their ruling was that they had each made him into the man he was today. They taught him to be dark and cunning and to have strength. He knew that if he could survive Neverland he could survive anything.
Hook would never have fancied his chances against either of you on your own- but together? You were unstoppable.
Uneasily, he led the Storybrooke search party for Henry through the eerily familiar paths of Neverland. Swords in fists, together they trudge through the shrubbery, parting leaves and twigs with swift blades and scratched hands. The air is hot- the kind of thick, humid heat that makes his neck damp with perspiration and his mouth dry, and occasionally they find themselves halting to a stop for water in order to keep the dizziness away.
Hook was accustomed to the general sunshine of Storybrooke, and had forgotten the constant darkness that seemed to loom over Neverland. Here, in the forest, the sky vanishes completely and only a few fragments of navy remain, like scattered pieces of an impossible jigsaw puzzle. The air is rich with the fragrance of leaves and loam, damp too. Even so many hours after the rain has passed the soil remains wet, slowly releasing its heady fog.
Killian and the family walk mainly in silence, the only sound being the crunch of boots upon leaves and the occasional murmur of doomed conversation. He can’t help but feel guilty- knowing what he knows about Neverland and it’s rulers- to be leading them to what he believed was certain death. The pirate in him urged himself to forget the boy and run, but he knew that there was no going back now.
“I just don’t understand,” Emma Swan wrinkled her nose with confusion. “In the movies Peter and (Y/N) are the good guys.”
Hook almost snorts, and for a split second he’s sure he can hear the tinkling giggle of your laughter, but before his throat can seize with terror the air is quiet once more. “Don’t be fooled- I’ve never met a pair more treacherous,” He shudders as a flood of memories come rushing back to him- your burning eyes and sinister smirks flashing against his skull. “Pan is hands down the nastiest villain I’ve ever had the displeasure to come across. And (Y/N)? She’s just as bloody wicked as he is.”
He could still remember the first time he met you- the day forged in his mind with every detail still intact despite the time that’s passed. It had been his death sentence- and now that he was back on your soil, he knew you would be unable to resist the chance to finish what you started. You both loved to play, after all, and this was to be the most interesting game yet.
~ flashback ~
“So this is what a real pirate ship looks like,” Captain Hook swiftly turns on his heel at the sound of a gentle voice coming from across the deck, and he raises his eyebrow in surprise at the figure he finds suddenly standing there. It’s a girl- he had assumed that there were none in Neverland- and he feels relief flood his veins at the sight of her friendly face, her smile making him forget that looks can be deceiving. This blind trust had been first mistake. “I’ve read about them often, but I haven’t been lucky enough to find one yet. You even have a crew, how adorable!”
“Who are you?” Hook’s ease doesn’t last for very long as he watches you take a small step closer, trailing your hand across the wooden ledge of the ship. With a sly grin you suddenly vanish and shatter into existence again- this time mere centimetres away from his face. He stumbles backwards with shock, realization flooding his features. His men had retreated to the lip of the boat and exchange anxious murmurs concerning your intentions. They had already faced the wrath of Pan and were not prepared to lose yet another crew member.
“I live here,” you purr, amused by the sight before you. It gave you great pleasure to witness the flicker of fear across the mans handsome face, and your pulse quickened with the anticipation of causing more. Boredom had been brewing in your stomach this past century- you longed for a mind to shape between your fingers, for a game where you and Pan won every round. The arrival of the pirates meant you had been granted exactly what you were looking for, and you couldn’t wait to roll the dice. “Shall I show you?”
You press your hand to Hook’s cheek and suddenly the world is melting around him and in it’s place forms the pattern of a dark forest. Before he can flinch away the two of you are standing in a clearing; there’s a lit fire between you and sinister pipe music fills the air. He gasps and twists in a circle, taking in his new surroundings with disbelief. “How did you-”
“Just a little trick of mine,” you giggle, your laughter a chime of tinkling bells. He had never heard a sound so alluring- and that’s what made the glint in your eye so worrying. “I think we may have company,”
There’s a second figure emerging from the leaves of the wilderness- and at the sight of her his breath catches in his throat. She has long, dark locks of hair and ivory skin. A smile that could make him drop to his knees and eyes so deep he could stare for hours. “Milah?” Killian chokes out, his legs weak as he stumbles towards his past love, his hands automatically finding her cheeks. He pores over her face like he would never see her again- he never thought he would. “But you were dead. I watched it happen with me own eyes. I held you in me arms,”
“It takes more than my pathetic husband to kill me,” She whispers, her skin soft against his palms. All logic and reason is lost to Hook- he’s too overjoyed to see the truth, and as he dips his head to pull in his sweetheart for a long waited kiss, his world comes tumbling down at the sound of a boyish laugh.
“Now, now darling. Isn’t that enough?” Pans snicker fills his ear and suddenly the landscape of trees are melting into nothingness along with the feel of Milah in his arms. It had all been a cruel vision- a dream (Y/N) had inflicted upon his mind. He had never even left the boat.
A sob wracks his chest and he drops to his knees- all will to be strong and unforgiving for his crew long forgotten. She had shown him everything he ever wanted and ripped it away. The crushing of his heart to dust in Pan’s fist would have been more humane.
“I like to toy with my food,” You smirk, a mouth full of knives, and your hand automatically finds Peter’s as he takes his stance beside you.
This is how it had always been- the two of you against the world. One heart of coal and the other ash, you were the couple that everyone feared.
Peter presses a kiss to your neck, brushing the purplish bruise he had created with his mouth earlier, and smirks against your skin. What the two of you had wasn’t love. Love is pure and selfless- love is a fairytale.
What you had was electric, with lips bruised from kissing, scratches down his back and manic eyes with the laughter to match. What you had could destroy a nation, and you sure as hell planned on it.
He had never dreamed of finding one but you truly were his match. His feelings for you were stronger than love; you were his other half. The one person he truly couldn’t live without.
“Quite right,” he agrees, stepping over Hook’s crumpled body with a look of pride at what you had done. “Pet’s are no fun when they’re lifeless.”