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!
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
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
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
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
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
David veers left, caffeine all but forgotten, now determined
to stop at the drug store.
“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.”
A very silly yet so important lesson people need to learn. shit it upsets many people: ·“gifs not mine” ·cropped art/graphic ·when people reblog the stolen work from the reposter’s source and there’s clearly a watermark in that work. THAT REVEALS HOW STUPID YOU ARE. Just saying. :)