Prompt: David isn't going to react well to this. First to finding out that Killian killed his father, then to him disappearing on Emma? Nope.
I’m combining the two. And seeing as how everyone’s bashing my poor guy who doesn’t deserve any of this… I figured I might as well join in at the same time?
He’d heard from Snow that Killian had
finally returned. But no amount of reassurances about things being ‘okay now’
or ‘sorted’ could dampen the rage that bubbled within his veins.
He parked the truck on the opposite side of
the house, fully aware that Emma had left already and Henry was at school.
He took the front steps two at a time and
knocked knowing there was only one person home. The one person he wanted to
The door opened and he saw Killian’s face
pale when he realized who was on the other side.
“David. Come in.”
He gave the man no greeting, just breezed
past him into the living room of the house.
Killian closed the front door and braced
himself for the conversation that was about to take place. He turned to face
the man, ready to grovel and beg for forgiveness.
“David, I don’t even know-”
His words were cut off by the harsh crack
of David’s fist colliding with his face.
Killian fell back, crashing to the floor
from the impact.
“You bastard.” David seethed. “You stood
and watched me tear this town apart-“
“I didn’t know-“
Another fist met his face, causing blood to
fill Killian’s mouth.
“You let me believe it was George, let think
it was another another man.”
“I swear I didn’t know!”
David hit him again as Killian took the
beating, refusing to defend himself.
“I bared my soul to you! And all the time
it was you?!”
Another crack to the cheek split the skin
under Killian’s eye. David couldn’t stop himself. The more Killian just lay
there, the more enraged the prince became, working himself into a mad hysteria.
“And after all that talk of wanting my
blessing, you leave?! Do you know what you put her through?!”
David grabbed Killian’s jacket lapels and
hauled his face up to meet his.
“All that talk about changing and you
haven’t changed a bit, Hook! Just the same lying, selfish, murderous pirate.”
He spat the words at him before pushing his body back to the floor, letting his
head bounce against the wood with a thud.
A pair of hands were grabbing his shoulders
and pulling him off the bleeding man beneath him.
David stood to watch Emma crouch down and
try to help Killian to a seating position. His body thrummed with raw energy
and his breaths came out in harsh pants.
“Why would you do this?!” Emma asked him,
eyes full of betrayal, begging him for an explanation.
“You may be able to forgive him, Emma. But
I can’t. You marry him if you want, that’s your choice, I’ll respect that. But
he will never be welcome in my
David turned and left the house, shaking as
he climbed into his truck, adrenaline fading as reality and remorse took its
cora pearl (born emma crouch in 1835) was at her time the most famous courtesan in paris. she may not have been the most conventional beauty, but she charmed men with her daring sexuality, enviable body, wit and lust for life. there are many stories about cora, some probably true and some not: it has been told she used to bathe in expensive champagne, once had herself served naked on a silver plate at a fancy dinner and dyed her hair red, pink and golden - and her dog’s hair to match hers.
“I have never deceived anybody because I have never belonged to anybody. My independence was all my fortune, and I have known no other happiness.”
Can you do an imagine where the reader is Pans daughter and she breaks down when she sees him again while trying to find Henry with the others? 💙💙💙💙
warnings: reader is Pan’s only child (sorry rumple) 660 words
The last time you had seen your father, your were many years younger and much more hopeful when it came to life. But an outside force had threatened your safety back home, and your father sent you away to a place where you’d be safe. A place without magic. He had sent you away before you could protest, and you had barely broken into a sob before you were dragged off to another world.
It had been years since you had winded up in Storybrooke, adjusting to the slower, boring pace there. It was a harsh contrast against the wild and adventurous life you once led. You bit your lip now, as you trudged through boggy jungle, sweat beading on your brow. You were on the quest with the heroes of Storybrooke to find Henry, and as the lot of you made your way throughout the forest, you could have sworn that the trees and brush seemed almost familiar, like a repeated dream.
The group made an abrupt stop as Regina hushed you all. “Quiet,” she commanded, and she and Emma crouched low, listening. Suddenly, a sharp whistle rang through the air, and boys of every age whooped and hollered as they emerged from the greenery, as if they had come out of the trees themselves. “Well, well, well,” drawled a familiar voice. You looked for the source of those words, and blanched.
It was a boy, long and lean, with sandy yellow hair that set off the golden flecks in his brilliant, green eyes.
It was your father.
And as he opened his mouth to make a scathing remark about the heroes crouched before him, he paused as you stood slowly, your eyes wide in shock. His mouth dropped. “(Y/N)?” He whispered, not daring to believe it. “(Y/N)?”
“Papa,” you murmured, surprised to find that your voice was broken. “Papa,” you said it louder now, more confident as you began to step towards him. “PAPA.” You broke into a sob as you ran towards him, and his legs matched your stride. You practically jumped into his arms, legs locking around his waist as his arms wound around you tightly. Murmurs of confusion surrounded the pair of you, but neither of you minded. In this moment, it was just you and your father, together again at last. He vanished you both into smoke, and you reappeared in another part of the forest.
“You let me go,” you managed to get out between the tears, burrowing your head into his shoulder. His eyes were shut as tightly as the fist he held in your hair, never to let go anytime soon. “Why, Papa? Why? Why?” The words tumbled out, the question you had asked yourself for so many years finally finding its target.
“I’m sorry,” he managed, your father’s throat tight with emotion. A tear slipped past his closed lids and you wept harder into the crook of his neck. “I’m so sorry, darling. Sweetheart. Dearheart.” He placed kisses in your hair. Oh, it had been so long since he had done so. The pair of you held each other for what seemed like hours, and he sat down with you still held in his strong arms.
Your cries were more like hiccups now, all the energy drained out of you. It was too much to handle. You looked into his face, finally, and his heart was full as he stared at you, even though your cheeks were stained with tears. “Never again,” he promised, and you knew what he meant. Weakly, you smiled, and as you rested your head on his shoulder once more, suddenly very drowsy. You were scooped up again, and whisked away to bed. Tomorrow, whispered the unspoken silence between you. Tomorrow there would be time to sort out this mess. For now, it was time for sleep, and tonight, Peter Pan tucked his daughter into bed for the first time in a long while.
The second of my one-shot prompts, the original prompt will be at the bottom of the fic to avoid spoilers. To submit your own one-shot please click here. I will tag all the one-shots with the tag CPoneshot so you can easily find them.
Hiding Something | 2,000 words | PG rating
Emma knew that Regina was hiding something she just didn’t know what that something was. The curse had broken six months ago and since then things had been quiet, or as quiet as a recently cursed town full of story book characters could be.
What if Pan’s curse brought everyone who was born in the Enchanted Forest back? What if Henry was left behind?
A/N: Oh, what’s that? I have two interviews this week I should be preparing for instead of writing last-minute fic for AU week? What a surprise! I can technically blame you (yes you, reader) for encouraging me by reading this, right? … Right?
“No,” Regina whispers as she crumples to the floor,
clutching Pan’s scroll.
“Regina?” Emma calls
out, concerned as she hurries over to her.
Regina’s shoulders start to shake and tremble, her head hung
as she traces the edges of the scroll.
“What’s going on?” Emma
asks, crouching down next her, unsure if her presence is wanted.
“Something’s wrong,” Regina mutters, brushing her hair from
her face, but refusing to look up from the scroll. “Pan’s magic is too powerful, I can’t stop
it. The curse is taking all of us back to
the Enchanted Forest, Emma.”
Emma tries to grab a coconut in a tree, mind you, she’s not tall enough, Hook lifts her up. A little something I wrote a while ago. I feel like the characterisation is a little off (constructive criticism would be appreciated). Alternatively, you can just laugh at how bad I am with this writing thing.
He hears her before he sees her.
Hook brushes aside a giant leaf, the flora of the
Neverland Forest having grown considerably over the decades since his first
Coming up to a clearing, he sees Emma leaping up
and down, grunting in effort and batting her hand at something. He looks up to see a coconut tree towering
over her small form. Hook smirks in amusement at her antics; she’s not tall
enough to reach the fruit but she tries again before huffing and kicking the
stump of the tree in frustration. She puts her hands on her hips, glaring hard
at the tree and even though he can only see her profile from where he’s
watching, he can tell that her lips are in a thin line and her eyes are
She really doesn’t take defeat easily.
It’s one of the things he’s come to admire about
As if to prove his point, she turns and her eyes
sweep over to where he is. He ducks instinctively, but she doesn’t seem to
notice him. Instead, her attention is on the forest floor and her eyes light up
when she finds what she is seeking. Emma crouches down and picks up a branch,
bending it slightly to test its durability, before nodding in satisfaction. She
turns back to the tree and starts leaping again, this time batting the coconut
with the stick.
Deciding to make his entrance whilst she is
otherwise occupied, he steps into the clearing and clears his throat.
so if you are taking prompts. i had this dream last night based off of the emma/dagger spoilers. Basically emma sacrificed herself for regina and after she dropped to the ground, regina broke out of robins grip ran to emma where they had a whole little scene thinking emmas dead that ended with regina waking her up with true loves kiss.
Thanks for the Prompt! I hope you like this. According to spoilers it would seem that Emma disappears, but let’s say that she doesn’t and is instead (as in the prompt/dream above) laying on the street. I think this would be a very nice way to end the season and have established Swan Queen for Season 5!
SQ Prompt: Soul Meets Soul in a Long-Awaited Kiss
It was only a matter minutes that Emma had the dagger in her upward stretched hands, summoning all the darkness to leave Regina and take her instead. The former evil queen fell to the ground when the evil that was sucking all the light and hope from her frame moved from her to the savior.
“She has worked too hard and come too far for her happy ending!” Regina heard as she was commanding oxygen to fill her lungs and right her breathing. She saw Emma clutching the Dark One’s dagger above her head and she watched in horror as Emma was engulfed by the dark thick swirling smoke. No! What is she doing?
She was the most famous courtesan in Paris. She may not have been the most conventional beauty, but she charmed men with her daring sexuality, enviable body, wit and lust for life.
There are many stories about Cora: it has been told she used to bathe in expensive champagne, once had herself served naked on a silver plate at a fancy dinner and dyed her hair red, pink and golden - and her dog’s hair to match hers.
During her years at the all female French convent school she attended, she had engaged in numerous same-sex relationships. After her abrupt initiation into heterosexual sex, however, she did not return to her grandmother’s home, nor go back to her mother, but rented a room for herself.
“…I have never deceived anyone, for I have never belonged to anyone. My independence was all my wealth: I have known no other happiness.”
Alan Rickman is one of the reasons that the “Harry Potter” series means so much to me. Alan Rickman IS Snape!
Alan Rickman, you will forever be in our hearts and on our minds. Thank you for everything!
Nicki, tremendous thanks for being a fabulous beta!
Emma stared down at the
little girl in shock for a minute, unable to find any words to express her
complete disbelief. What was she doing there? How did she get there? Why was
she on Emma’s doorstep? Just…what the hell?!
“Hello, Emma,” Olivia
chirped pleasantly as she beamed up at her. “Can I come in?”
summary: Zombie AU with a twist… ft. lots of terrible innuendo (the brother-in-arms of Mindreader Sex)
genre: humour, kinda-smut, angst wc: 9.8k (ish) warnings: the gore you’d expect from a zombie au (blood/cannibalism), alcohol, sorta non-con
I lean back on the furs in the wardrobe, steadying my breathing. ‘Although, just in case… It’s quite cosy in here. Wanna make the most of our final hours?’ ‘What?’ ‘Well, it’s not gonna matter if we don’t use condoms at this point is it.’
Title: All Our Wishes Will Come True Word Count: 600 Rating: G A/N: A visit to my vacation verse for itsalwaysfour on her birthday. I hope your day was as wonderful and awesome as you are, and that you enjoy ♥ Thanks to effie214 for the brainstorming help and feedback. Title from the Wishes fireworks show at Walt Disney World. Summary: She actually said to me ‘Daaaad, you can pet stingrays, that’s better than food.’ Read: AO3 or here
a/n: i don’t ever bring lunches to school anymore…thanks, vicky, for wanting me to write this. thanks cutieodonoghue for that idea. y’know. the one.
He catches sight of her
the first time she walks into the classroom, but the first time he actually
talks to her, it’s because she doesn’t have a lunch and she’s just sitting
against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest.
For a moment, he
hesitates, but then he takes steps forward and introduces himself.
“Emma Swan,” she
He smiles, crouching
down next to her. “Need a lunch?”
“No, I don’t,” she says,
refusing his offer. “I can’t take it from you.”
“It’s okay, I have some
snacks.” He brings out an apple, granola bar, and juice and offers it to Emma.
“Sometimes I get hungry after school while I wait for my brother to pick me up.
Here, you can take it. Can’t have you starving during class, can you?”
Killian soon understands
she’s an orphan like him, her family at the moment not so caring about packing
her a lunch. All he knows is that he feels bad for her, that at least Liam
takes care of him and loves him. But Emma Swan is a stubborn little girl (honestly
much like him), yet she’s kind and quiet, a reserved type who doesn’t like to
talk that much with other children. At least, besides him.
“Thank you,” she
murmurs, throwing the empty juice box into the recycling.
“You’re welcome.” He
grins, packing his stuff up. “Let’s get in line for class.”
She’s a little
reluctant, but she nods with a small smile. “Okay.”