my roommates and i put up a christmas tree in our apartment!
rukgajreg so much for studying for finals.. OKAY. so if any of you see me on tumblr in the next 20 hours reblogging stuff or whatever tell me to get my sorry ass offline to go study :T
lol ok since these are such short segments i can’t resist releasing them as soon as i finish them. this is probably the last installment for today, but we’ll see, i’m just really into writing this. some chapters will be longer than others.
p.s. cee, do you think you might’ve accidentally blocked me on anon? because i tried sending some messages that were literally just me going ONE TWO TEST and you didn’t reply, did you not get them?
prompt: emma gets hit by some stupid curse of pan’s & gets sent back in time where killian is still a lieutenant
Mary Margaret drops to her knees just as Emma literally disappears out of Hook’s arms, flickering out of sight in a haze of green magic.
A loud, choked sound fills the suddenly still clearing. It takes her a moment to realize it came from the pirate, who stares down at the space once occupied by Emma, his arms frozen in the cradling position.
“W-where did she go?” Mary Margaret breathes, quietly once, and then louder, her voice cracking.
Hook opens his mouth and promptly closes it, his face raw and rippling with emotion—pain, hurt, fear, anger. His eyes darken and Mary Margaret will later swear seeing real spots of red forming in his pupils.
“Where is she?” He roars, standing and waving his blade up at Pan, still hovering above. Neal and David rush over, Tink and the others not far behind, all looking bewildered. “What have you done, demon?!”
“Oh, I didn’t do that,” Pan scoffs, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Emma did that all on her own, when she jumped in front of the curse intended for her mother.”
Mary Margaret’s hand flies to her chest, gasping.
“Bring her back!” Hook screams, and even Regina flinches at the breaking in his voice.
“Shan’t,” Pan replies, shrugging his shoulders. “Can’t, who knows. Besides, I don’t even know where she went. That choice was up to her. She could be anywhere, at any time.” Pan looks positively pleased with himself, grinning madly. “Literally.”
“Oh god,” Mary Margret murmurs as Pan whistles loudly, sending the Lost Boys scattering.
“See you later, then,” he calls, rising higher above the treetops, smirking down at the bewildered adults below. “Or, you know, not.”
Elsewhere, on a warm wooden deck, the sun shining brightly overhead, seagulls cawing in the distance, Emma Swan gasps, and opens her eyes.
road trip drabble based on 3x12 spoiler pics. could be proved entirely wrong by canon in the future. here be spoilers (sort of)…
“You can smoke two cigars at once.”
“False, I suppose, but thanks for the idea, lad—I may have to try it someday.”
“You’re afraid of the sight of your own blood.”
“False! Now that’s just absurd! I’m very concerned about the slanderous lies people are pedalling about me in this realm.”
“Your eyes turn red when you gut someone with your hook.”
“Henry!” Emma interjects, admonishing.
“So this machine washes your clothing?” Killian looks at her skeptically.
“Well, most clothing,” Emma says, eyeing the leather pants he wears. “And then we move it to here,” she pats the dryer, “and it dries it.”
“Dries it.” Killian raises an eyebrow. “I know this is the land without magic…”
“Science. Or, maybe engineering, I guess?” Emma slams the dryer door and twists the knob. “It’ll probably take an hour to get your sheets dry so…lunch?”
CS AU: When she is betrayed by the man she loves, Emma Swan swears to get revenge by becoming the biggest star in Hollywood. She is signed to Storybrooke Agency, where she becomes the first ever member of the ‘Happily Ever After’ section. One day, she stumbles across rival Neverland Company’s star actor, Killian Jones.
What happens next, no one could have predicted.
A/N: For Ally, for CS Saturday :)
“We had to sedate him,” the nurse said.
Emma blinked in confusion. “I’m sorry, come again?”
“The staff was…concerned-”
“About what?” she demanded, suddenly turning away from the other woman and stalking down the hallway.
The nurse hurried after her. “He was severely agitated earlier-”
“He’s got broken ribs and is handcuffed to the bed,” Emma snapped, stopping just outside of the threshold of his room and whirling on her. “Who exactly did you think he was going to hurt?”
AU Storybrooke: Killian as Sheriff Jones and Emma as… Emma.
Charming hadn’t wanted to leave.
Unfortunately, the group had more than their fair share of problems at the moment, and unconscious as he was, Hook was hardly a threat. So, with more than a few stern words about not babying her, Emma had sent him off to corral the others and then dismissed the night-nurse, slipping into the room.
She’d had to see Hook. Alone.
She still had no idea how he’d gotten there – or when; though she assumed they’d followed hot on their heels – but when she’d seen him lying there in the ditch just shy of the town line, half-conscious and bloody…she hadn’t been surprised. She should have been, she knew she should have—but there was some part of her that had been certain, from the moment he’d revealed himself in the Enchanted Forest, that he would make it to Storybrooke no matter what.
For a moment all she did was stand there, her back pressed to the door. The room felt too dark, all the light concentrated over Hook’s bed, the pirate dwarfed by his hospital robe. All that white. Outside of his eyeliner and leather, he looked almost…small.
Hook stirred, his face creasing with pain, and Emma froze—holding her breath. A faint groan escaped him and she thought it might be enough to wake him, but then he fell back under, his brow smoothing and the tension in his shoulders easing. Emma exhaled slowly.
Cautiously stepping away from the door, she approached the bed, one hand still drifting behind looking for the support of the door but unwilling to reach for the plastic rail of the bed; to touch something that was also touching Hook. Emma stopped just short of the bed, the hem of her jacket ghosting the sheets.
“You look like shit,” she whispered.
Hook grimaced in response, and she almost regretted saying it—however true it was—but still he did not wake. As far as villains went, he was pretty terrible; getting pummeled and hit by a car all in the same night. It almost made Mary Mar—Snow—her parents’—concerns about him seem, well, a little ridiculous.
He was just a man, after all. A man trying to avenge his love.
And really, she thought, who could fault him for that?
Emma didn’t know when she’d begun to pity him; no—pity was the wrong word. ‘Understand,’ maybe? But seeing him now, she couldn’t help but feel – in the most closeted parts of herself – a little sorry he hadn’t succeeded.
She may have been made the sheriff of this impossible town, sworn to uphold the law, but…she knew the way pain sat in a heart. The way it twisted into vengeance.
Emma sat down carefully on the end of the bed, not questioning the impulse, only studying his face to make sure the disturbance didn’t wake him. The hospital bedding crinkled, stiff and starched, underneath her and it brought back memories of Henry – still too fresh to linger on – before she willed them away.
It was hard to say how long she sat there watching Hook breathe, listening to the steady reassurance of the monitors beeping out the rhythm of his heartbeat, his vital signs. He was lucky to be alive, let alone in stable condition—and the sudden thought of what Hook would say about pirate’s making their own luck popped into her head.
To her own surprise, she found herself wishing she could have heard him say it himself. But Hook remained silent; bloody and sedated.
Emma hesitated, then laid her hand gently over the sheets, linen scratching the underside of her palm—where his left hand ought to have been. Hook sighed, and Emma glanced at his face, eyes tracing the bloom of bruises, the jagged cut across his forehead. The fine shadows his lashes brushed into his skin.
She shifted her hand, just a little, just enough – and not entirely by accident, her little finger brushed the bandaged end of his wrist. Hook shivered, his lips parting. Then he was awake, too quickly for Emma to move away; when she tried his right hand came across and grabbed her by the wrist, holding her there as his blinked the fog of unconsciousness away.
His voice was rough, cracking from lack of water, but even so, Emma could hear his confusion, his still-recovering-recollection of what had happened and where he was; and she could hear relief.
It was so unexpected that she stopped trying to pull away. Killian responded immediately, his fingers softening around her wrist into something almost like a caress. His thumb moved unconsciously across her pulse. He winced, trying not to disturb his injuries, and Emma leaned towards him, finding the button for the morphine drip and pressing it.
They were so close now that when his eyes fluttered open again, Emma could see flecks of green in the blue; the way they focused on her, even through the pain. A smile began to appear on her face, curving her lips. And when it reached her eyes, there was no hope of keeping it in check. Hook made a pitiful attempt to smirk back, ever the incorrigible charmer, and Emma’s heart woke from stasis.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “It’s me.”
Written by the brilliant Kate~ ♥
Here is my contribution to Captain Swan Saturday! A bit angsty, some mild language. Set in a post-Manhattan world. I hope you enjoy it!
Jennifer ❤ Sebastian
She listened hard with the cold, plastic receiver at her ear, the ringing drawing an irritated suspense constricting her chest. Every moment since she’d crossed the town line with Gold had her on edge, and though she’d finally gotten some privacy in the hotel room, she couldn’t shake her rattled nerves. So she’d gotten this stupid idea.
With a dying phone and no charger, it felt like her one call before being sent off to jail. Again.
The cool breeze and smell of sea water permeated the overcast day, the docks quiet until the crack of a man being slammed against wood broke the stillness. Hook leered at the prince, dangling the key to the giant’s crate by the infuriated man’s ear, feeling the chords of his neck strain against the hand clamped around his throat.
"Are you going to kill me?" he laughed as if it were a casual matter, "That would be a fool’s choice, as the presence of this cargo of Cora’s is a prime example that I know things you do not."
"Killing you would be my first choice," the prince hissed, "But for some damn reason Emma left to keep you alive. But mark my words pirate, no one insults my wife and messes with my daughter and gets away with it."
He sneered right back, “Both you cowards are in no place to threaten as you didn’t care enough about your daughter to stop her.”
The furious anger that slapped across the prince’s face was complemented by an attempt to punch him square in the jaw, when Snow White suddenly shouted.
They both stared at her, Hook’s expression changing when he saw the shock written across her face as she thrust a small glowing object at her husband who glanced at the surface and audibly gasped, immediately pushing it to his ear.
Hook’s stomach dropped.
"Emma?!" she heard her dad’s urgent voice on the other line, slightly breathless and colored with relief.
"Hey. It’s really good to hear you." she said, trying her best to sound like she was smiling.
"Emma thank— thank god you’re okay. Has Gold tried anything— yet? Do you think there’s another way?" her mother’s voice was high pitched and nearly a shout. Then David’s voice pitched in, "Is there anything we can do at all? How long do you think it.. it— will be?"
"Yeah, yeah it’s been pretty uneventful for now. Gold’s restless though, I’ve never seen the guy so unnerved before." she let out a long breath, "I’m staying sharp though, too many things he could do. Don’t worry guys I’ll keep my guard up and try not to get into trouble."
She felt strangely comforted by their frantic questions, when suddenly a third voice sailed over the two of theirs, angry and all too familiar.
"Where is she?! HOW are you speaking to her… LET ME—
She frowned slightly when she heard struggling on the other line and raised an eyebrow, “Is everything alright guys?”
She heard David shout something unintelligible in the background and a clacking and a low warning voice, and then a voice flooded through her thoughts and she was unintentionally soothed and calmer.
"Swan?" she felt her lips twitch at the sound of her name.
"You better not be causing trouble, Hook." she threatened halfheartedly, "You’ll have me to deal with when I come back."
His voice was suddenly angry, he was nearly shouting, “You LEFT with the Crocodile? That’ a damn idiotic thing to do, if you hadn’t noticed. He will kill you and you won’t be ABLE to come back. He should be DEAD and you bloody go and HELP him?”
"You aren’t one to be lecturing me about risks, Hook." she growled, "Keep it to yourself, I’m not DOING this because I like Gold’s company okay? I don’t need to explain myself to you.
She was doing it for him of course, and she couldn’t fathom why. Hook had dropped silent, the line crackling slightly.
His voice was low when he spoke again, “Stay safe. For me.”
And then there was a click and the line went dead.
colin sings a lot in this one… it’s adorable… i’m dying.
A/N: I DON’T KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM. I KEEP WORD VOMITING STUFF.
They were standing on the docks staring out into the harbor, watching the setting sun paint the sky in vivid shades of orange, pinks, and purples.
Hook studied them silently from atop his ship, hidden behind the veil of magic that kept the vessel visible from prying eyes. He was leaning over his arms on the railing, contemplating whether or not he was annoyed that he couldn’t seem to get away from the Swan girl. He’d literally just boarded the ship an hour ago, having escaped from the hospital, and now she was here with that lad of hers. So close, yet always just out of reach.
“It’s going to be okay, Henry,” she told the child quietly, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “I won’t let Gold hurt you, or anyone else.”
Hook’s ears perked up, his blood simmering immediately. Gold. The crocodile. He’d threatened them.
Henry turned suddenly, desperately clinging on to his mother. “Take me with you.”
Hook frowned. Where was she going? He watched as Emma sighed, resting the side of her cheek on the top of her boy’s head.
“We talked about this already. No,” she said.
“Please?” Henry whined. “Take me with you! I can cross the line, I can leave Storybrooke too!”
Hook’s eyes narrowed, an uncomfortable feeling settling between his shoulder blades. What the bloody hell was going on?
“It doesn’t matter, I’ll just sneak into your car!” Henry continued, voice muffled against her stomach.
Hook felt the corner’s of his mouth wanting to tug into a smile. Persistent little bugger. He really was the lass’ child.
She laughed softly, tightening her hold on him. “Kid, you’re making this really hard-”
“Because I love you!”
An unexpected lump of emotion lodged itself into Hook’s throat.
“Hey!” She crouched down to Henry’s level, running her hands soothingly over his arms. “Unfair! That was a low blow!”
“I know you made a deal, and you have to keep your promise, but,” He paused to sniffle, wiping the tears from his face. “I don’t trust Gold, just take me with you, please Mom!”
Hook’s jaw clenched, eyes darkening dangerously. The scene so familiar it made his stomach clench violently. She’d made a deal. She was going with him, with the crocodile.
She contemplated Henry for a minute, her lips a hard line. “You really are my kid,” she muttered in defeat. “Alright, alright. Fine. Now stop crying, you know how I get with tears.”
Henry smiled at her and she rolled her eyes before smiling back.
She stopped abruptly, turning her head over her shoulder as if suddenly sensing something. Her eyes drifted to, what looked to her, the empty spot on the dock where his ship was being concealed.
Hook’s brow quirked at that. Curious.
Emma scowled, a troubled expression on her face. “Hmm?”
"What is it?"
"I’m not sure-" She shook her head and forced a smile, not wanting to worry him. "Nothing." She squeezed him to her side. “Come on, kid. Let’s get some hot chocolate.” Emma turned him but kept an arm draped over his shoulders as they started towards Granny’s.
“Extra cinnamon?” Henry asked.
“Duh!” she exclaimed, ruffling his hair.
Hook watched them leave until they were out of sight. Then suddenly he was on edge, pushing off the railing and pacing back and forth. The sight of a deeply loving bond between mother and son moved something in him. That little scene had stirred up so much of his past, not just with Milah and Gold, but beyond that, and the emotions squeezed at his heart until he couldn’t stand it.
He would not allow history to repeat itself. He would not allow a child to lose its mother. He would not allow Gold to take away someone else he cared about.
Resolve set, he stormed off. Like bloody hell she was leaving with the crocodile.