yeah... neal

  • Emma: We have no idea where Hook is!
  • Henry: Yeah we do. He's in Neverland.
  • Emma: It's hopeless. We'll never find him.
  • Henry: Guys, he's obviously in Neverland. Where else would a semi-sentient shadow come from?
  • Snow: Here. Take this magical pixie dust and save him. Hook needs it more than us.
  • Henry: No he doesn't. We know where he is. Also, don't you have an infant to look after?
  • Emma: If it's the only way, I guess I have no choice.
  • Henry: Yeah, you guys can call me when you're done being dramatic for no reason. I'll be in my room.

I swear, Jennifer Morrison played that SwanFire scene in 5x12 as if Emma just up and forgot she had a boyfriend for a minute. She was practically breathless during the whole thing. And the astonished gazing into Neal’s eyes, instinctively reaching for him, caressing his face, the slight gasp and attempt to say something after he said he “always will” love her, lunging for the car door when he left and before she woke up… 

Sleeping Arrangements (1/4)

When Emma Swan was sixteen, all she wanted was her own bed. The night before her wedding, however, she laughs at her teenage self because she would give her right arm for the pirate to be here too.

Rating: M

Me when I started this: I’m going to write something cute and light before the wedding.

Me 5,000 words in: Hahaha, fuck that idea.

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When Emma Swan was sixteen, she shared a bed with three other girls and wished for nothing more than a single amount of space that was her own. Staring up at the peeling, off-coloured wall of her the bedroom of her current home, kept awake by the nudge against her knee by little Molly or the occasional grunting snore from the much larger Ann, she blinked in the darkness and prayed for nothing more.

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Hidden Delights

… in which David follows Emma, Hook and Neal on the way to Dark Hollow, and regrets his choices immensely when they meet an unexpected obstacle that threatens to get way too personal.

( @phiralovesloki did the smutty version… this is the crack-y version. And it’s all @justanotherwannabeclassic‘s fault.)


David ignores his wife’s exasperated look as he turns towards the narrow path that leads deeper into the Neverland jungle. Ahead, out of sight already, he can still hear the crash and snap of branches and the crunch of footsteps on the leaf-strewn ground.

He knows that Emma is a grown woman. He knows that she doesn’t need him to protect her.

He also knows how Hook and Neal both look at her. And he really, really hates the idea of her traipsing around the jungle with Hook and Neal. The only way it could be worse would be if it was just one of them.

And, after all, if nothing happens, they need never know he was there.

His mind made up, David sets off in pursuit.

He can hear Hook’s voice up ahead. The words are unintelligible, but the tone is his usual mix of insolence and flirtation, setting David’s teeth on edge. Emma’s voice cuts him off, the words equally unclear, but she sounds sarcastic. David permits himself a smile.

The jungle gets thicker, and David quickens his steps a little to make sure that he won’t lose them. This brings him within earshot, just in time to hear Hook say, a little smugly, “—want me to show you, all you have to do is say the word, love.”

“I can manage just fine on my own.” Emma sounds annoyed, at least. Good.

“You’re the one who complained about your technique not working for you,” Hook says, still sounding far too smug.

David feels his fists clench.

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Given The Choice (14/?)

… in which Zelena makes good on a threat, Regina makes a startling discovery, and everyone keeps making the wrong assumptions, much to Emma’s annoyance.

Post-Neverland AU where Pan did not escape Pandora’s Box and Emma tries to come to grips with her strange new life featuring pirates, parents, and flying monkeys. Catch up here, or on ao3!

And major thanks to @businesscasualprincess for helping my figure out that last scene - any credit should be hers, any blame is mine ;)


Killian does not find any answers during the night. He does manage to get through almost all of the material he brought with him before finally throwing in the towel at dawn, and getting a half-hour’s sleep before going down for breakfast and more research.

Coffee helps. So does the bright electric light, and Granny’s comments, which always keep him on his toes.

“You look exhausted,” she tells him irritably as she refills his cup.

“And you look as lovely as ever,” he counters.

Granny is not charmed. “Don’t change the subject. You should go back upstairs, get some sleep. You won’t be any use when you’re falling asleep.”

“I don’t intend to fall asleep,” he assures her. “I’m fine.”

It’s only a little untrue. “Fine” is something else, but “fine” isn’t a possibility at the moment, even if he sleeps for a week. But he’s captained his ship through storms on less sleep than this.

“Y’know Emma’s not gonna think much of your devilish good looks today, either,” Granny tells him bluntly, the provocation clear.

“She never does,” Killian retorts. “I’ve given up my efforts in that regard.”

Granny snorts with laughter. “Of course you have.”

Killian glares at her.

As soon as he can, he makes his escape from the diner and gets back to work. By the time Belle and Ruby join him, he’s almost finished looking through his stack of journals and papers. By the time Henry shows up, he knows that there’s no answer in there.

Nothing except a confirmation that Zelena’s curse works, and that his selfishness is to blame for it.

He shouldn’t love Emma. He doesn’t, really, does he? Love is selfless, even he knows that. What he feels isn’t real love, it’s a pretension of it.

And maybe, just maybe, if he can manage to get rid of his feelings for her, the curse won’t work anymore. He needs to get over this infatuation of his, accept that there are things that simply aren’t in the cards for Captain Hook, and stop dragging good people down with him.

He hates this plan. Unfortunately, so far, it’s the only one he’s got.

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