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“The Pirate and The Oyster Shell,” 2/3

Summary: Queen Emma, sole ruler of Misthaven, lives a life of isolation in an enormous, imposing castle on the outskirts of her kingdom. Killian Jones is the one-handed pirate captain who sees the world for her. AU.

Notes: I am very sorry it took me so long to post the second chapter. Here is the second chapter. There will be one more, but I’m not certain when it will be posted due to some other writing obligations (CS-related, of course). Thanks to Kat (@abbadons-little-witch) and Chinx (@seastarved) for all their help! Also on Ao3. Chapter 1 is also on Tumblr, here.


“She believes that, for the first time, her heart is kindling, her body a brightening blaze. For the first time, her fingers and toes are no longer numb, her heart no longer frozen in the confusion of youth. Her heart is a little oyster shell, opening, opening.” – Amber Sparks

+ On the first morning he is forced to admit to himself that he can no longer keep track of how many days it’s been since he left Misthaven (for the final time, it would seem), he would swear that he can hear the waves breaking against the rocks beneath his window. As a boy, his mother had kept a large conch shell at his bedside, white with a vibrant shade of pink lining its insides. When he couldn’t sleep, she had told him, hold the shell up to your ear; listen to the waves, the sea, and the calls of all the men that will venture out, never to return. “But your father will return,” she had reassured him one evening, long, long ago. “He’ll be back soon my love, I promise.”

She hadn’t broken that promise, his father had returned to them. A little worse for wear, his pockets perhaps a bit lighter than they should have been, but he returned just the same. His mother, however, had not been there to welcome him home, and Captain Hook’s sad story continued on as it was always meant to.

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I’m gettin real impassioned about Gaara with baby Shikadai right now so let me just swoop in and drop some headcanons on ya’ll cool cool: 

-GAARA ALWAYS FUCKING PLAYS PEEKABOO WITH HIM. It’s constant but Gaara is real low key about it. Like Shikadai will be across the room in someone elses arms and Gaara will do this thing where he pretends not to be looking and all the sudden he’ll turn on a dime and flare out his hands in Shikadai’s direction in an attempt to startle him. It never fails to get a laugh from the infant but it irritates Temari because he usually does this when she’s trying to feed Shikadai or when he should be doing his goddamn paperwork. 

- Shikadai learns to talk relatively early and is one of those children that asks entirely too many questions. Most people eventually get irritated answering them all but Gaara is mr. patience so he doesn’t have a problem fielding the questions…that is…until they require a little too much exposition. Shikadai is standing right next to Gaara while he’s talking to a village elder of considerable girth and little Shikadai tugs on his uncles robes right in the middle of their conversation to (loudly) ask “why is that man so BIG” 

- Temari and Kankuro don’t have much of a problem taking things away from Shikadai if he’s not supposed to have them, regardless of whether or not he screams and cries about it. Gaara does not share this same resolve. Once baby Shikadai took a particular interest to Gaara’s gourd and he was delayed leaving his house for nearly fifteen minutes because every time he tried to pry the thing away from the child Shikadai would burst into tears and Gaara would just let him have it. 

- Since Gaara doesn’t really sleep much anyways he often finds himself quieting Shikadai in the dead of the night when he wakes up crying. Sometimes he’ll just chill with him for hours and Temari and Shikamaru are just like “cool” because they are normal people who need their rest and they’re not gonna complain about a free baby-shutter-upper. Eventually Temari has to put a stop to it though because they’re trying to teach Shikadai to “self soothe” as it is crucial to his future happiness. Gaara can’t help but thinking “what about my happiness” as he begrudgingly lets the infant wail at 3AM. 

Distraction - Nate Maloley Imagine

Request :

can I get an imagine where skate decides to break up with y/n because he finds her as a distraction to his music and y/n understands it so they part ways but he later regrets it a lot and wants her back but its not that easy because y/n was seeing another guy so he tries super hard to win her back and it later paid off im sorry if its too much xo

MASTERLIST 

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NATE’S POV 

I was sitting at the studio attempting to write a new verse for my upcoming album but I just couldn’t do it. I kept thinking about Y/N. I tap my one against the hardwood desk and I am rubbing my left temple with the other hand. 

I see my phone light up and its her. I push my phone away trying to focus on the lyrics. After about a minute or two I give in and place my thumb over the sensor showing the name with small hearts next to it. I rub my face and read through her cute little messages. 

“Skate!” I hear Derek yell.

“Yeah?” I yell back already knowing what he wants to know.

“You got that new verse?” He says walking into the room. 

“No, I’m too distracted.” I say sighing lacing my head in my hands shaking my head. 

“Dude, you got to do something about that.” Derek says patting me on the shoulder. 

“I know, I will.” I say getting up and grabbing my keys. 

I drive home clenching the steering wheel and I can feel tears start to sting the corners of my eyes. I know what I have to do its the only way I can get my music flow going again. 

I walk through the door and throw the keys on the kitchen counter. Y/N comes into the living room in grey joggers and a sports bra. She comes to hug me but stops when she sees that I’ve been crying.

“Whats wrong baby?” She asks hugging my gently. 

“That.” I say moving away and going to sit on the couch. 

“What?” She says following me and sitting down across from me giving me a questioning look. 

“I think we need to break up.” I say choking back the tears. 

“Okay.” She shakily says. “Can I ask why?” 

“I love you and all but you are a distraction to my music and right now if I really want my career to take off I think I need to get rid of all distractions.” I say looking at her pale face. 

“I understand.” She says calmly. 

She gets up and walks over puts on her shoes and grabs a bag. She grabs some essentials and clothes. “Ill be back for the rest of my stuff later.” 

“Y/N, where are you going to go? You don’t want to talk about this more?” O sigh knowing how much I probably hurt her. 

“No. I don’t want to, I really just need to leave” She says sipping her stray tears and slowly closing the door. I watch her from the window and she sprints to her car. She leans her head on her steering wheel and pulls out her phone. She calls someone then drives off. I sink to the floor and hold my knees. What the hell did I just do?

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The next day at the studio I write a few verses but I still think about Y/N. I push her out of my thoughts and continue to write the words flowing out of me now. I was angry. Angry at her for leaving so easily and angry at myself for letting her leave so easily. 

“Thats enough for today guys lets wrap it up.” I hear my manger say from the doorway. 

I grab my things and head home. I open up the front door and all of her things were gone.  I dropped the keys to the floor and just stared. 

– 10 months later – 

Y/N’S POV 

I walk around my new apartment picking up random clothes on the floor and cleaning up the mess that I call a kitchen. I hear a knock on the door and I jog over to open the door. 

I open the door to reveal Nate. “Nathan?” I ask not believing what I am seeing. 

“Hi.” He shyly says. “Can I come in?” He asks, I’m at a loss for words all I can do is nod my head and move out of the door way. 

“How are you?” He asks. 

I was about to speak when Cody came out from the master bedroom in nothing but a pair of shorts. “Who’s this?” He asks gesturing to Nate. 

“This is Nate.” I say calmly trying to breathe. 

“Oh, your the one who let this amazing girl go?” Cody says chuckling. 

Nate rubs the back of his neck and lets out a sigh. “Yup, I’m the one who let this beautiful girl go.” He says making me snap my head up to look at him. 

He gives me a smile and Cody walks over placing his arm around my waist pulling me into him making my smile fade. 

“Unfortunately for you, Im with her now. So what brings you hear today?” Cody asks his grip on my waist becoming tighter causing me to grit my teeth. 

Cody is a very aggressive boyfriend and this relationship was forced upon me while we were at a bar. I was drinking my pain that Nate left me with when Cody came stumbling a long and would not let me go after that. I was so happy when  I saw Nate at my door but I can’t get out of this relationship. I don’t know how, without getting hurt. 

Nate had been sending me little gifts here and there but Cody would never let me talk to them or even touch the items he sent me. He would do anything to keep Nate away from me. All I want to do is be with Nate again and I know thats what he wants. 

“I just wanted to see how she was doing.” Nate says looking at my pained face. “And do you mind loosening your grip on her?” Nate says clenching his fists so tight that his knuckles pop. 

“Oops my and sorry baby.” Cody says leaning in to kiss my cheek but I flinch way back. He chuckles awkwardly. “Well I think its time for you to go.” Cody says placing his hands on Nate’s shoulders.

“There is no way in hell Im leaving my girl here with you.” Nate says pushing him away. 

“What the hell are you talking about? She is perfectly safe with me.” Cody says crossing his arms looking Nate dead in the eyes blocking his view of me. 

Nate leans to the side to look at me. “Has he ever laid a hand on you Y/N?” Nate asks me. I don’t say anything and that was enough for Nate. 

Nate punched Cody straight in the jaw and I heard a crack. Nate picked me up and ran out the door with me over his shoulder. He set me in his car and I was full blown crying at this point. 

“Thank you.” I softly mumble. 

Nate pulls me into his lap and caresses my cheek. “I love you and I regret breaking up with you.” He says wiping tears from my cheeks. 

“I love you too and don’t let me go again.” I say hugging him tightly.

“I would never dream of it.” He says playing with my hair. 

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Oh my god sorry if this was awful. I am sleep deprived right now. 

BUUTTTTTTTT I love you all and requests are open! 

~M

Homesick, ch 8&9 (20k words)

Bilbo couldn’t tell you the exact moment he’d fallen sick, when weariness turned into something unspeakable, but he could tell you the exact moment he’d known. Like all well-bred hobbits, he was a mild hypochondriac who viewed every sneeze as ominous portent of, if not death, then inconvenience just when he needed it least. Despite this gloomy cultural inheritance, Bilbo had never viewed illness with terror or dread; he considered it rather like another distant relation who made periodic claims. It probably wouldn’t kill Bilbo, but that didn’t mean he wanted it hanging around. 

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