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Hi. I know I’ve been AWOL for like 5 months, and my excuse for that is this: I suck. Plain and simple.

Here’s a random, spontaneously written story that will hopefully suffice as an apology. It’s yet another friends-to-lovers story because I have an addiction to mass-producing this trope. I can’t be helped.


Summary: There are bad decisions. And then there’s sleeping with your best friend, who is also your other best friend’s brother, after their mother’s funeral.

Rating: M

Like Ships In The Night (you keep passing me by) (5/?)

Enchanted Forest AU-Princess Emma does a reverse Cinderella and meets a Captain in a tavern instead of a Prince at a ball. It should have been a one-time thing but fate had other plans and they just keep meeting. Originally a one-shot birthday fic for @spartanguard but now a full on multichapter  Extra thanks to @phiralovesloki for being a stellar and fast beta!

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The woods were darker than Emma had expected. Clouds obscured the moon and stars and the trees were little more than shadows against the black. It was the kind of night that called for curling up by a fire, not tromping through the forest looking for an escaped pirate.

There was a pull on her wrist from the black fabric wrapped around it. Emma adjusted her direction, trusting the locator magic to lead her through the darkness. She fingered the rough cotton in the dark. The scarf Hook had used to keep her from calling Elsa’s guards hadn’t been a bad idea but with a locator potion added, it had become Emma’s personal pirate finder. Her father and his knights had clattered off toward the port assuming, as Emma had, that the pirate would commandeer a ship. By the time she had poured out the potion, it was too late to tell them that Captain Hook had fled to the forest and not the sea. Determined not to let him get too far away, Emma had set off at a gallop on a horse only to abandon it when the scarf pulled her into the deep woods.

She didn’t know where Hook was going, only that, once again, he had betrayed her. This time she was going to throw him in the dungeon where he belonged, where her father had wanted him to be from the beginning. Her mistake had been to think that she understood him, that because they had both been hurt by love they were similar. She had thought that his encounter with the Dark One had changed him, made him recognize the futility of his vengeance, made him want to be a part of something. She thought she had sensed it that night in her room and later in the council chamber, but she had been wrong. After Neal and Walsh, she should have known better, but the damn pirate had made her forget herself and forget the lesson she knew all too well–the only people she can trust is her family.

Suddenly the pull on her wrist stopped and Emma paused in confusion. Then she heard the crack of a twig from behind and on instinct, she ducked. The momentum of her attacker took him over her body and to the ground. In a flash, Emma was on top and sliding up to pin his biceps with her knees. She put her full weight forward and he hissed in pain. She grinned in triumph but the smile fell as a sharp pain pierced her thigh. She had forgotten about the hook.

“Ah! What the hell!” She rolled off and away, her right hand going to her thigh and her left pulling her dagger. She hadn’t expected an actual fight, hadn’t believed he would really hurt her despite his escape, but of course she had been wrong.

“Emma? Bloody hell, Emma! Are you hurt?” His shock and remorse made her loosen her hold on her dagger but not on her anger.

“You stabbed me with your hook! Of course I’m hurt,”

There was movement and suddenly he was beside her, his shadowed form becoming something recognizable close-up.

“Where?” Then his hand was on her knee and sliding upward as he probed for her wound. Heat flashed through her and she slapped his hand away. He drew back as if she had slapped his face.

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Yeah, exactly. Like vacation, for example.

That’s why I decided to let Greed wear a cringe-worthy star pattern shirt (I wanted it to be flowers first, but I didn’t find a pattern I liked) to fit the topic. He has questionable fasion-sense anyway. 

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Before I wake up in the morning, I can hear a voice in my head telling me to keep sleeping and keep dreaming. I open my eyes anyway and realize what the voice meant.

Some mornings I wake up and check my phone to see if he got lonely or drunk last night and wanted me. He never does but I still feel let down every time.

—  It was better when you texted me good morning
I kept saying to myself, “end it now. Don’t let him have you again.” So I did.. I didn’t reply to the last text you sent. Apparently it’s supposed to make me feel empowered or something but really I just feel like I’m pushing you further away from me than you already are. It’s been 20 minutes now, no sense in replying. You used to go to sleep early. Maybe you’ll be asleep soon and you’ll dream of me. One can only hope I guess.
—  21 minutes

It’s like every time you reach out, my heart beats a little faster and I’m convinced for just a second that you miss me. Then I see you in person and it’s like we’re going backwards.

I’m starting to think that maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

—  Maybe we’ll go so far back to the days before I knew you