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charmed appreciation week | day 1 ⇒ favourite character: phoebe halliwell

↳ ❝ i am light. i am one too strong to fight. return to dark where shadows dwell. you cannot have this halliwell. go away and leave my sight, and take with you this endless night. ❞

More than a Hallmark Holiday

A/N: I decided to write some Daddy!Charming Valentine’s Day fluff. I’m sure we’re about to be flooded with Captain Swan stuff - and rightfully so! - but I just love Emma & David’s dynamic and wanted to explore it further. This is canon but not in a specified time period (could be deleted scene or future fic). I’ve never written David’s POV before, but I hope you enjoy!

Rating: General Audience

Words: 1,300ish

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They never tell you how damn confusing it is to have two lives swimming around in your head.

Then again there really isn’t a they to tell you anything, since no one else in this realm or any other has experienced the ridiculous fallout of a dark curse before.

(He really should go slap Regina again, just to remind her that while her reform is appreciated, her idiotic past decisions are not forgotten.)

David walks from the loft toward Granny’s, ready to fuel up on caffeine for what promises to be a dull but long day of filing at the sheriff’s station, when he realizes the date.

February 14.

In this realm it’s what they call Valentine’s Day, a celebration of love filled with flowers and candy and inordinately large teddy bears. David remembers buying such things for Catherine, even remembers getting something for Snow as well during the unfortunate affair overlap between this life and the last.

But what he’s never gotten to do is celebrate with his little girl.

It’s a confusing thought to have – because were she to have really been his little girl, were she to have grown up as her Royal Highness Princess Emma, Valentine’s Day wouldn’t have existed. Sure, she would damn well have known she was loved every single day. She would have grown up in a castle that had a staff which ensured fresh flowers were on display every day of the year. She would have had full access to a kitchen and a chef who could whip up any form of chocolatey goodness she could dream of.

(And actually, she would have grown up with magic and probably could have conjured any of these things on all her own – after all nobody saves Emma but herself, and surely the same goes for spoiling her.)

But she didn’t grow up Princess Emma. She grew up an orphan, all alone in this world. She didn’t even get the luxury of living in a mindless loop the way the rest of the inhabitants of the Enchanted Forest did when they were transported to Storybrooke. No, Emma had to forge her own way, feeling unloved for the bulk of 28 full years on this Earth.

That’s at least 24 Valentine’s Day with no flowers, no teddy bears, probably not a single note of affection besides the little pre-boxed ones the kids are required to exchange with one another in class (Mary Margaret made her own each year, of course. And, gods, imagine what kinds of beautiful things she and Emma could have made together).

David veers left, caffeine all but forgotten, now determined to stop at the drug store.

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for spencerkate, hooked205, butterflycinderella, OUAT moms, anyone who likes the babysitter!Killy trope, and lovers of idiotic fluff everywhere.

“This was a terrible idea.”

“Four hours, Dad.  I’m pretty sure Killian can handle a toddler for that long.  And Mom has to learn to take time for herself SOMEtime.”

“The loft will be in ruins when we come back.”

“Oh don’t even start.  They’re just going to watch a little TV, and then when Henry gets home they’re all headed to the beach.”

“He’s taking Neal to the BEACH??”

Emma bit back a laugh.  "Not helping you calm down, I see.“

"Maybe I should stay, just to be safe…”

Dad.”  Emma put her arm around David’s shoulder and steered him towards the station.  "I need you back at the station.  Can’t do this by myself, can I?“  She gave him a reassuring smile.  "We’ll see them there in a little while.  Everything’s going to be fine.”

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