for my darling emma


Allen sits down beside Lucien. Lucien softens, lies down, head in Allen’s lap. Passing out from the liquor.
Lucien closes his eyes and passes out against Allen. Allen shakes nervously, finding himself suddenly holding Lucien’s body for the first time.
We follow Allen’s P.O.V. as he plays with Lucien’s hair. Slowly slides his finger down Lucien’s face to his lips.
Lucien’s eyes open. Allen tenses. But Lucien suddenly takes Allen’s finger in his mouth. Sucks on it.

Lucien’s head passed out in Allen’s lap. Allen still petrified. We were just in Allen’s imagination.

Kill Your Darlings (2013)

In Storybrooke of all places you’d think that Emma’s first conclusion would be ‘something bad happened to him’.  A stable person without such a fear of abandonment would absolutely worry about that first before deciding that they’ve been abandoned.  But Emma,  my poor darling Emma,  this is what ALWAYS happens.  

He just left seems the most logical choice because… they always leave.  



If I focus on that hard enough I can possibly… possibly turn off the caps lock.  




Her ladyship will meet with nothing with kindness and respect in this house. And, apart from such little precautions as may suggest themselves to our good sense, she will be treated as a guest in this house and we will strive to make her happy.



*  Reminder that these are the things they call each other  when talking to each other, not when referring to each other.


Swan - 46 %

Love - 21 %

Emma - 28 %

  • He mostly calls her Emma when he’s distressed or worried for her.

Other - 5 %

  • The other 5 % is made up of, My Dear, Lass, Darling, Beautiful, Saviour, My Lady, Dark One, Emma Swan, Princess Enya, Princess and Your Highness.


Hook - 28 %

Killian - 65 %

  • Since they’ve started dating Emma has called him Killian 84 % of the time.

Other - 7 %

  • The other 7 % is made up of, Captain Hook, Buddy, Captain, Captain Hand, Tiger, and Babe.

Feeling left behind by her more successful, settled friends, Emma Swan moves to Scotland on a whim. Sure, she’s winning at Instagram, but something is still missing from her new life. Fortunately, her friends back home are on it. #FindEmmaSwanAFriend goes viral. Enter Killian Jones, reluctant columnist, who is on the hunt for his newest subject, and may just have found her. CS AU

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Alright, so this is how it’s going to work, friends. This is the prologue. Whereafter I’ll only be posting one chapter for this story a month. One chapter a month, each month, until the end of the year. But in between those, I’ll also be writing a column. Killian’s column, to be more precise. To complement the narrative, as it were. So 2 things a month. For you. Gratis. Though you’ll actually be getting rather a lot of content this month, seeing as I didn’t make my January posting deadline. So you’ll be getting this, January’s chapter, January’s column, February’s chapter AND February’s column, all this month. Are we all clear? Great. Awesome. Well done.

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It all started with a proposal.

A lot of things do. They precede any big undertaking, after all. Business deals. Engagements. Murders for hire.    

Or if you’re Emma Swan, they might precede awkwardly comforting your crying ex-boyfriend in the parking lot behind an Italian restaurant after you’ve just broken his heart into little, itty bitty pieces.

Maybe if she’d been the type of girl who’d dreamt of her wedding day since she was a little girl, it all would have gone another way. Her friend, Mary Margaret, was like that. She’d had every single detail of her lavish but intimate ceremony planned out in her head a decade ahead of time, a stash of bridal magazines hidden underneath her mattress, like porn.

Maybe if Emma had been more like that, she would’ve scooped that ring right up off that dessert platter, and wept happy tears as her husband-to-be helped slide it onto her finger.

But she wasn’t. So she didn’t.

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Kaz and Emma in a 1920′s Alphonse Mucha-inspired piece. Part of a cute idea @kelz313 came up with, in which Kaz “Hellmaster” Miller is the tough no-nonsense gangster and Emma is the poor kid he just happens to have the hots for. And Hellmaster Miller always gets what he wants.

  • Regina: Hey Emma...
  • Emma *confused*: What are you doing here?
  • Regina: Nice to see you too Regina, yes darling I love you so much and you brighten my day...
  • Emma *rolling her eyes*: Yes that...I just meant...normally it's me coming to surprise you.
  • Regina *smiling*: I know...maybe I felt like breaking you out early for a change.
  • Emma: Really? Wait...this isn't a trick or a prank right?
  • Regina: No.
  • Emma: Then why?
  • Regina *grinning*: Because it's Saturday and it's not your shift.
Acquainted with the Night (6/16)

Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur.  Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin.  He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness.  (No Curse AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: None

Words: ~5600

Chapter: Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Epilogue

Notes: As always, love and gratitude to @ripplestitchskein and @unfolded73 for their help with this story.  Credit to @seethelovelyintheworld for the gorgeous banner.  

Tagging by request: @natascha-remi-ronin, @the-captains-ayebrows, @maryvmassakre, @katealexandra26, @superchocovian, @vanyali07, @imhookedonaswan, @captain–kitten​, @dreadpirateemma​, @like-waves-on-the-beach​, @fairytalesandtimetravel

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Chapter Five

“Follow the swan of the stars, and there she will be,” Emma intoned, looking up at the sky.  

It had been a few hours since they had fled Mordred’s guard, running through the forest, again, until they were certain that no one followed.  The sound of those wretched voices were still with her, the collective shout of the witches of the wood like a torrent of ancient torment, rattling at the floorboards of that cursed edifice.  She took a deep breath, and reached down within, where her temperamental magic resided, asking the darkness to let her see the world.  To see it how Killian saw it, arcs of magic in the sky, silence where silence needs be.  It did not heed her.

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Princess of Devil’s Night

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Warnings: Messy and not as dramatic as its’ predecessor, don’t cut my head off please.

Description: A continuation of Pride and Joy. Emma is invited to Devil’s Night a year later. James deems it appropriate now that she has become accustom to the hotel and her own morbid thoughts (and also because she would rather spend Halloween with her daddy than trick-or-treating).

This is honestly all over the place but it took me a few days to put together some kind of plot. Honestly, I expect this to flop compared to its’ predecessor. I wrote this more due to the demand, as I personally felt as if Pride and Joy stood well on its’ own, the way I had intended for it to be. If you follow me, then you may have read this post, and know that the original requester had requested the same prompt to multiple people. While a few of us writers worked it out and communicated about this problem, I also explained why that was wrong to the requester. Overall, I was still unsure about continuing this. It was fun at first, but I slowly lost interest (which is probably evident halfway through). I still did try to put effort into it, since so many people wanted to see this, so I hope it still makes you all happy and you all enjoy because that’s my main goal ♡

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Imagine being Bella’s sister, and you and Carlisle fall in love - Part Six

Finally! A confession, and DUN DUN DUN! Into the final part of the book.

Stumbling through the airport after landing from my flight in Japan, I am surprised by a gentle, icy cool hand catching my air, causing me to look up blurrily, finding a familiar blonde face, with smoldering medallion eyes, causing me to smile. “Carlisle.” I greet.

“I was only gone for 48 hours, did you stay up packing all night?” He teases.

“I wanted to get back quickly. Being alone in Japan, it’s not comfortable anymore.” I answer.

“I just needed to come into the hospital-” I shake my head, reaching up to pull him in a hug.

“I hated being there, it’s not that you were gone. I’m fine.” I answer, causing him to chuckle, hugging me back.

“Emmett and Alice are getting your luggage. You can sleep in the car.” Carlisle explains, scooping me up into his arms as soon as I leaned heavily against him, he starts towards the doors, but I’m too tired to care about the looks we’re getting, as I wind my arms up around his neck, cuddling close like a toddler as I rest my head against his chest, attempt to fall asleep. “Emma?” His voice encroaches my mind, what feels like only a few minutes later. “Emma, time to go inside.” He whispers.

“I have to get in the car.” I mumble, causing Carlisle to chuckle.

“No, I’ve already put in you in the car. I just can’t get you out of the car, without hurting you by accident.” He answers.

“To get on the plane?” I ask, yawning as I stretch.

“No, Emma, my darling.” Carlisle laughs. “I just need you to climb out of the car, I can carry you into the house.” I mumble as I reach up to rub my eyes, but he catches my hand. “Don’t do that, it’ll wake you up more. I just need you to stand.” He teases, causing me to nod, placing my hands on his shoulders, turning to clamber out of the car, stumbling to my feet, and step a few feet before everything goes dark once more, as sleep again claims me. The next morning, I feel muddy inside, a bit anxiety ridden, though that may have to do with my dream, of Carlisle calling me his darling, and him kissing me on the lips as he tucked me into my bed last night. Raking an anxious hand through my hair, I press my fingers to my lips, they tingle from memories of last night’s dreams as I stand, wandering out into the hall, stopping outside Carlisle’s office. “Come in, Emma.” Carlisle calls as soon as I lift my hand to knock, shaking my head I open the door, unsurprised that he knew it was me, and I slip inside the room, shutting the door behind me. “Good morning. Sleep well?” His smile is gentle, though it shoots a jolt through my chest, causing me to clench a fist, resting against it.

“You’re mate.” I state, the first thing that comes to mind, in my panic- it gives him a startled pause, his smile falling.

“What about her?” He asks, tilting his head at me.

“I want you to tell her. It’s request, as your friend.” I answer, causing him to stare at me in surprise.

“You want me to… tell her?” He asks.

“Yes. I put a lot of thought into this, while we in Japan. I want you to tell her. She deserves to know, that she has someone who loves her. Someone special, who’s amazing, and smart, and handsome, and a doctor. Carlisle, tell her because you deserve to be happy, with the one you love.” I look down, letting out a sigh as I rub my arm.

“Would that make you happy?” He asks.

“What?” I look up, tilting my head at him. “This doesn’t have anything to do with me, Carlisle.” He frowns. “This is about your happiness, instead of everyone else’s for once. Don’t you get that?!” I wince, looking down as I realize that I’m yelling.

“Emma,” Carlisle stands, crossing to my side at a human pace. “Why does this both you so?”

“You ask why?” I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “Because you are my friend! More than that, you’re someone that I can talk to, that understands my need to become a doctor! You’re compassion is rival to none, you are passionate about everything you do, you try to make yourself a better person, because you’ve come to harm with what you are, and you’re not a killer like some other vampires are!” I take a deep breath, my hands shaking as I clench them into fists, and look up into his ocher orbs, filled with a swirl of confusion emotions. “It terrifies me that you’re such a good person, that you are alone, and that you can’t seem to see that you deserve happiness. What terrifies me most, is that you have a mate, and yet-!” My hand flies to my mouth as tears burn in my eyes.

“Emma?” He asks softly, his voice is full of compassion, of worry, causing me to swallow thickly. “What were you saying?” Don’t mistake compassion, and friendship, for love.

“And yet, you do nothing about it.” I lie, causing him to frown, leaning down to look me in the eyes.

“I would rather do nothing about it, than to cause her pain.” He explains softly, his hands resting on my shoulders. “But, if you think that it would be wise to tell her, perhaps I should take your advice.” He presses his forehead to my own. “So, please do not cry.” He breathes softly, he captures a loose tear, causing me to frown as I reach up, pressing my palms to my eyes.

“I can’t… I can’t see you like this. It’s not okay for me to be crying.” I step away towards the door, and reach for it, when his hand comes to rest beside my head, pressing the door shut once more.

“Emma, where are you going?” He asks, turning me towards him.

“To compose myself.” I answer, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re fine. Please,” His brow furrows as he looks away for a moment. “please stay.” He asks, causing me to nod, following him over to his desk, where I sit down.

“Carlisle, I… I lied, about something.” He frowns as he looks me in the eyes, sitting across from me once more. “I lied about being upset, that you do nothing about having a mate.”

“Why is that?” He asks.

“Because, if I said the truth, you would hate me, or our relationship would change, and not for the better.” I answer, causing him to frown again, he tilts his head at me, and I swallow thickly, looking down as I clasp my hands together.

“You can tell me, Emma. My opinion of you, is impossible to change. Or relationship will always prosper.”

“I-” I look up at him. “What terrifies me most, is that you have a mate, and yet, I feel as though I cannot stop myself from falling in love with you.” I state, causing his eyes to widen as he freezes in his spot.

“I see.” He answers, causing my heart to stutter, painfully.

“See! This is what I didn’t want to happen.” I press out of me seat, starting towards the door. “Don’t worry, Carlisle, I’ve got two months to accept a new internship in France. I’ll be gone in two days.” Suddenly he’s slamming the door shut, looking down at me, his hand grasping my chin while his eyes are frantically wide.

“Don’t go.” He leans down, pressing his head onto my shoulder, hands moving the pull me into a hug. “Don’t…” His voice is soft, almost broken. “don’t leave me.” He begs softly.

“Carlisle, please, this is difficult enough without the mixed signals!” He pulls away.

“If they are so confusing, perhaps I should make them clearer.” He answers, suddenly he is kissing me, causing me to freeze in surprise, before the surprise melts away, and I form to the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair, his hands finding purchase, one on my waist, the other on my neck. Pulling apart quickly, I grasp for air, when it hits me, what I am doing.

“Wait!” I shake my head. “You have a mate, Carlisle. You can’t do this to her.” He lets out a slightly irritated sigh.

“For one so smart and in tune with others, you are truly oblivious to a person’s feelings.” He chuckles. “You are my mate, Emma.” My eyes widen.

“What? Me?” I blink rapidly, before he chuckles, leaning down to peck me on the lips, softly.

“Yes, you.” He pauses. “I would not force you into anything, you know this right?” He asks softly.

“Yes, I know.” I look at him, smiling. “I can say it, then?”

“You may say whatever you like.” He answers, softly.

“I love you.” He smiles down at me. “I want to live an immortal life with you. Not now, but one day.”

“I love you, too, my darling.” He kisses me softly, raking his fingers through my mahogany locks, being as gentle as always.

“Carlisle!” The door opens, causing Alice, looking a bit frantic, to pause looking at us in surprise. “I-I’m sorry, but…” She looks up at Carlisle. “Something’s wrong with Edward and Bella.” The words cause my stomach to drop, and for a moment, everything bright, goes dark.