#when i said ouat fandom i meant me

[goosin-around]

a compiled list of silly little things the ouat fandom decided was true

Rumple is just a silly little guy!

Regina is shorter then emma and also well, everyone

Emma is buff but only eats bearclaws

Zelena is the unhinged sister

swanqueen.

the rumplequeen plot did not happen

snow and regina are actually besties! them fighting? just a little jokie joke

cora and leopold are ops

maleficent and regina had something going on in the EF

Regina eats only lasagna and salad

rb and add some more!

#regina mills #emma swan #rumplestiltskin #snow white #zelena mills #henry mills #maleficent #once upon a time #ouat humor #ouat imagine #ouat #swan queen #dragon queen #when i said ouat fandom i meant me

[melloween-candie]

Yandere Peter Pan

Peter Pan as a Yandere Headcanon

Requested // Request Rules

"Yandere Peter Pan ouat 🥺🥺 anything I’m just simping severely"

A/n - WAIT NO LONGER! I AM NOW A FULL ON WRITER FOR OUAT!!!

I hope you don't mind that I made it as a Headcanon. I also didn't really edit it, so if you find mistakes let me know! (I don't normally edit headcanons...)

Infact I've been planning on making a yandere peter pan Headcanon as a starter sooo... BUT don't worry if that's not what you were hoping for I plan on making tons of yandere fics for him

Submitted by Anon

Warning! Yandere behavior, manipulation, physical and verbal abuse, obsession, stalking, stealing, perverted actions, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome

Word Count: 1,823

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

One word-

TOXIC

This boy- no, MAN is fuc*ing scary as FU*K

It all starts with his shadow (obviously)

What I mean is that once his shadow took you to Neverland, Peter took one look at you and knew you meant more than something to him. He just didn't understand or knew that yet.

Eventually, he slowly becomes obsessed with you over time.

It starts off slow... In fact, he wasn't very pleased with you at the very beginning.

When you arrived at Neverland, physically, for the first time, he questioned why his shadow would bring a lost- girl???

He was frustrated, obviously cause girls weren't as easy to manipulate, unlike boys... They normally found it difficult to hear pans flute even when they are actually lost.

It was a strange irritating phenomenon to pan...

Anyway, you all already know that Peter isn't nice and when he doesn't like something he doesn't treat it with kindness...

So obviously, he made your arrival absolute he*l

At first, he thought that you were actually one of Captain hook's members sent to trick him and gain his trust, only to be backstabbed to death.

But quickly realized that was foolish.

Anyways, when I say he made it he*l I mean he personally showed you around Neverland...

He took you to Mermaid Lagoon. He made it sound like an absolute dream to swim in it and even said it was good luck if a mermaid appears... 💀

We all know that isn't true.

But when Pan saw you struggling to breathe, he felt something that he hasn't felt in years... Pain?

Afterwards, without any second thought, he pulled you out of the water, holding your collar.

He questioned why he did that for a couple of days, and Felix started to notice...

Then, a few days later, Pan found a different way of getting rid of you.

It was more painful but less gruesome and messy.

He tricked you into pricking your fingers with nightshade.

He simply asked for you to pick some nightshade upon that mountain.

He took advantage of your kindness.

Lying about how a lost boy was sick and that was the only cure but unfortunately, no male can go up that mountain because of a powerful curse, and that's why you were brought there.

You were a little frightened at the thought of adventuring alone in a new place, and to add to it, someone's life was on your shoulders too, but you did it.

It only almost cost you your life.

You see, Pan allowed you to get extremely ill. You didn't even know what was happening to you... All Pan said was that you were just unlucky and that you should have believed more in yourself, and now since you didn't, you're going to die for it.

But on the last day, Pan felt that feeling again, but this time it was worse- it had a friend, guilt!!

Instantly, Pan got the watch from the falls and made you drink it before you died.

Pan didn't even know why he did it... In fact, he secretly accused you of being a witch because of it.

He assumed you placed a spell on him when he wasn't looking, so whenever you are in danger, he feels pain.

But he soon learned you were a normal human.

In fact, all this strange behavior started to worry a certain lost boy.

That's right, Felix.

He questioned Pan why he was acting like this, and Pan just gave him an annoyed glare as he went back to staring at you from a distance.

Soon enough, Pan learned to accept you.

Which was good on your part since now he's not actively trying to kill you.

But anyway, slowly, over time, you start to get used to your new life as the only lost girl in Neverland.

Things were perfect for a good hot second until

Pan felt this sudden chill the moment he saw a lost boy touching you on your shoulder.

Slowly, over time, he started getting annoyed.

Annoyed at the lost boys for touching you.

Annoyed at them for making you laugh too much.

Annoyed at them for talking to you for too long.

Soon enough, he started to become more jealous.

He didn't even know how silly he was acting.

He would start by making slide comments about the lost boys every time they did something with you.

That would cause them to back off, and that made him happy.

It got worse, though.

He later became more aggressive.

Every time he saw you enjoying yourself around them when he wasn't around, he'd say stuff like - "This is so inappropriate!" Or "Why are you all standing around?! Do your chores!"

And he'd give you the worst of them all. All because you're the reason why he has a reason to be jealous, to begin with.

The worst you've ever seen it was when a lost boy actually tried flirting with you.

Pan instantly 'removed them' all because they were 'sick.'

It scared you shi*less to think that if you got sick, you'd be 'removed.'

It's safe to say you never disobeyed Pan, and you didn't plan to either.

Of course, Felix was a little agitated by the way Pan was behaving lately, but he never questioned it he just told the lost boys to avoid you from now on.

But then a couple of months went by, and the torment and obvious favoritism became worse.

In fact, a lost boy even tried confronting Pan, and he was quickly removed' too.

No one questioned or disobeyed him after that.

During those months, Pan became more touchy.

More communicative with you and only you

He'd ask you to visit him in his tent more often to the point where he ended up telling you that you were the only one other than himself who was allowed in there without direct order/permission.

Felix was kind of irritated by that.

But the favoritism only grew more.

Now, when it came to your training, at first, when you arrived, Pan did everything to kill you only to back out last minute, and now, he'd do everything to train you properly without letting you get hurt.

Before, you were only to train with the strongest (to get you killed), but then you moved down to the ones with similar strength as you to him and only him...

Everyone questioned it but kept it to themselves.

As time went on, you gained the 'mother' title very quickly, and Pan didn't even give it to you.

You were just naturally loving, and Pan actually liked that about you but grew to hate it because of how much attention you would give the lost boys when they were hurt.

He thought about hurting himself to get you to show some care for him once but quickly scrapped it because he didn't want to look weak.

Moving on to phase two of Yandere Pan.

This man is creepy as FU*K!

When I say creepy, I mean he starts to stalk you.

Before, he did it to try to understand you, but now he does it to see who he's dealing with.

This is the phase when Pan kind of switches to romantic thoughts.

It happens so slowly that he doesn't even realize his feelings for you until he starts masturbating...

He actually accepts it pretty well since he's been dealing with it the moment you arrived (he just didn't know)

Anyways, when he stalks you, he's actually looking for potential threats.

He becomes more protective in secret (you'll see this side of him soon enough)

And if he sees a boy getting to goodie-goodie with you, he'll instantly put a stop to it. Not in front of you, of course. He doesn't want to scare you off.

Anyways, he also stalks you to make sure you don't have a crush on anyone.

If he realizes that you do, then say your goodbyes to your crush.

But that's not the only creepy thing he'll do.

He'll also steal your stuff.

There really isn't any other reason for him to do this other than him masturbating to it.

He obviously doesn't give it back.

You'll have to find it yourself if you want it back.

Oh, and another thing.

He would sometimes stalk you in your sleep.

There ain't even any other reason besides him being obsessed with you.

He'd even get a little risk and get in bed with you.

He'd touch and play with your hair and whisper things to you sometimes.

It's like a therapeutic moment for him, and he enjoys doing this more than he should.

And he knows it's wrong, but he's selfish, so obviously, he can't handle himself sometimes.

What I mean is that sometimes he'd kiss you without you even knowing.

Sometimes on the lips and sometimes... In other places.

The grossest thing he has probably done was jerk off on you while you slept.

Of course, he cleaned everything off with magic once he was done.

Now, on to stage threeeee!

FULL ON YANDERE!

Soon enough, Pan wouldn't be able to control himself anymore.

This is the part where his feelings were pent up and built up for way too long.

So, he ended up exploding!

Of course, not in front of the lost boys.

He didn't really care much for them so the real reason why he didn't was because he still needs them.

Again, very selfish...

So instead, he kidnaps you one night.

When he couldn't handle it anymore

I'm sorry to say this, but you had a really rude awakening.

What I mean was there would be a really high chance that he rap*s you that night.

Then he proceeds to lock you up somewhere no one will ever be able to find you or get to you without him allowing it or him being there.

He would gaslight and manipulate you into believing that everything was your fault.

That his actions were your fault.

He'd punish you both verbally and physically.

He'd punish you physically every time you refused him without cracking.

But every time you caved, he'd insult you as he did things to you.

Whether that was kissing, force-feeding, or fu*king.

You didn't even have the mental capacity to refuse him for too long.

After all, you've been in Neverland for like a year now, and you've seen tons of scary shi* that he did.

Honesty, you were practically numb by the time he kidnapped you

Mind you, I said practically.

You've gotten so used to his shi*.

But now, this was a step up...

But it didn't take long for you to get Stockholm Syndrome.

After all pan is a master manipulator!

And he always gets what he wants in the end.

Why?

Cause PETER PAN NEVER FAILS!!!

A/n

Lol get it? At the end when I said peter pan never fails~ it was a quote from the show lolol. I love myself for that 🥹🥰

ANYWAYS I hope you guys enjoyed CAUSE I SURE DID!!!

#once upon a time #once upon a time fanfictions #fanfiction #peter pan #once upon a time peter pan #neverland #fanfic #headcanon #once upon a time peter pan x reader #peter pan x reader #ouat headcanon #ouat peter pan #requested

[sassyandclassy94]

Get To Know Your Fic Writer

When did you you post your first ever fanfic?

May 22, 2018 - after two months of contemplation, I finally posted ‘Secrets Lies and Blessings’ to WattPad (I hate WattPad though and would like to remove all my fics from there but alas! My best friend likes that format and prefers to read it there so I’ve left them there)

First character(s) you wrote for?

Emma and Baelfire of course! (But when I was like 11/12 I actually wrote out little skits about some of the characters from Little House and Love Comes Softly🥴 but we won’t speak of those cringey things okay?)

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for?

Baelfire/Neal Cassidy. Though I am working on a first person story from Henry’s point of view (be on the look out for that one👀)

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon?

I’d love to write a story about Albert Ingalls🥹 And Hiccup and Astrid. But sadly, I lack plot ideas and such😔

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for?

Once Upon a Time

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for?

None…? When you’re a single hopeless romantic desperate for love, where’s the fun in writing that?

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for?

Neal Cassidy and Emma Swan (the superior OUAT ship have you💁🏻‍♀️)

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your world on AO3)

Alternate universe - medieval; Storybrooke; Realm: The Enchanted Forest - Mist Haven (Lol… so me🤪)

Current platform where you post your works?

AO3

Snippet of the WIP you’re currently working on: (I’ve got a few. Hold on to your behinds…)

Secrets, Lies, and Blessings:

Emma barged through and helped herself through the doorway. “You can cut the ‘Your Highness’ nonsense, Rumpelstiltskin; I’ll be your daughter-in-law after next week so there’s no need for stupid formalities.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “What brings you to my door at this hour, Emma? Do your parents know you’re out galavanting through the forest?”

Emma waved off his question as she removed her hood. “They have no idea I left the castle.” She paused and turned as she watched Rumpel close the door. “I need to talk to you; it’s urgent.

Rumpel rolled his eyes and gestured toward a chair, pulled it out and offered it for Emma to sit.

“Thank you.” She gave a brief nod before sitting down.

The Wedding Night:

Emma and Baelfire didn’t have a conventional love story by any means. They met each other one cold December evening after sneaking out of their homes. Upon meeting, a startled Emma almost ran a very surprised and dumbfounded Baelfire through with her sword before he finally convinced her that he was unarmed and meant absolutely no harm. “I'm just out taking in the sights, same as you.” she remembered him saying with his hands held out in front him, palms facing her. After that night the two of them became friends and began to meet in secret in fear their parents wouldn’t approve of their friendship. Before long their friendship blossomed into romance, continuing to keep the relationship a secret. But eventually, their secret came to light two years later when Emma learned she was pregnant. Naturally, she was forced to tell her parents the truth about her and Baelfire and, after the initial shock, Snow and David accepted the ordeal as graciously as possible; with them deciding that the best option was for Bae and Emma to marry.

Where My Demons Hide:

“Neal,” Emma whispered, shaking her boyfriend awake. “Neal!” She said louder.

He groaned and shifted under the blanket while Emma continued to rouse him.

She shook him again, this time more rough. “Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty!” She chanted with a giggle.

Neal threw the blanket off of his head and sat up with a sigh, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Sleep well?” she asked all too cheerily.

He only groaned in response before stretching - as well as he could, anyway, in their stupidly tiny stolen Beadle. “I guess so.” He looked at Emma through sleepy eyes. “What has you so happy this morning?”

Reflections:

My name is Henry David Cassidy. I’m twenty-eight years old and am about to marry the love of my life, Violet Morgan. It’s a bittersweet occasion. But why, you ask? Because I won’t have the privilege to share this occasion with my parents; they’re gone.

Princess Kidnapped!:

Then she remembered her tiny little one growing inside her and she suddenly felt a rush of protectiveness wash over her; whatever this sack of horse manure was planning on doing to her, she promised her unborn child that she would do whatever it took to protect it.

Tags: @themeepyfreak @phoenixwrites @fictional-at-heart @notyourspookygirlfriend @redbone135 @swanfireprincessmydear @coneygoil @ljf613 @oldfarmerbillswife

#and yes. I did go and tag myself. you got a problem with that?! #tag game #get to know your fic writers #writing #personal #maybe? ish?

[suseagull04]

Get To Know Your Fanfic Writer

Thanks for tagging me, @myheartalivewrites and @heybuddy-drabbles !

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

April 4, 2019

First characters you wrote for:

Regina and Robin- OQ!

Main characters you're currently writing for:

Mostly Alex and Henry lately, with a little Robin and Regina (mostly Regina) mixed in!

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Nobody is really on that list at the moment... Although I need to include Zahra and Shaan and the rest of the Super Six more!

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

RWRB with my toes still dipped in OUAT a bit.

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

None- though I do need to work the rest of the Super Six into my fics more!

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

OQ and firstprince consistently

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

I didn't use additional tags until this fandom, so probably angst with a happy ending? Fluff?

Your current platform where you post your works:

Ao3

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

Some of this I shared for WIP Wednesday, but:

"Want to start over?"

They're the hardest words Alex thought he'd ever said. He grew up with June, and having an older sister and good parents meant that he'd learned things like that it was okay to share every once in awhile long ago. One thing he'd never been good at, though, was saying when he was wrong. He was at one of those crossroads now (or close enough, anyway), and his skin was crawling like he had ants creeping all over it and his heart was in his throat. Two needed to play this game. He had promised Nora he would fix things at least a little bit, but Henry needed to meet him halfway.

Henry nodded. "I think that would be for the best, yes." He held out his hand. "I'm Henry."

Alex laughed. "Alex," he replied, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"All right, you guys, listen up," Zahra said, clapping her hands to get the class's attention. "Tomorrow is the last day I'm going to give you to work on this in class. After this, as we talked about at the beginning of the year, we'll be watching film adaptations of everything we've read this year and comparing them to what we read. So I suggest you come up with a game plan with your partner for finishing the assignment now, or you will regret it later."

No pressure tagging @read-and-write- @raysletters @everwitch-magiks @daisymae-12 @14carrotghoul and @heybuddy-drabbles

[n-m-and-p-avocados-at-law]

Karen Page Week Day 6: Romantic Pairing

First and foremost, I ship Karen with therapy. I think she should have a lot of therapy before focusing on a romantic relationship. After that (even though it’s not very popular), I would ship Karen with Matt. 

Part of what makes them compelling to me is the nuance of their relationship, but since I am (again) posting at the 11th hour, I probably won’t get into things as deeply as I would like to. (However, when I came back to check for typos, I realized that in my sleep-deprived state this did get really long, so the rest of it is below the cut.)

The funny thing is I came into the show fully expecting to ship Kastle, and I was actually aware of Kastle as a ship years before I watched Daredevil. (I definitely get the appeal of Kastle, and nothing I say is meant to imply anything negative about Kastle, Karedevil just clicks in my head more for some reason.) Once Upon a Time was the first show I really got into the world of fandom for, and my OTP for that show was Captain Swan. A lot of people I followed here on Tumblr were really into Kastle, which makes a lot of sense to me. I think Frank and Killian are similar in a lot of ways and Karen and Emma are similar in a lot of ways. (Although I love how similar Emma is to Jessica Jones.) (Also, if any Daredevil people who like OUAT see this, I would LOVE to follow you.)

ANYWAY, one big reason why I ship Karedevil is because I think, had the show continued, they could have had a really nice slow-burn relationship. I would definitely not have wanted them to get together in Season 4 (maybe they could have started hinting at it towards the end) because they still had so much to work through after all of then dishonesty that existed between them. As much as I love them, something that doesn’t sit right with me was how Matt treated Karen in Season 2 (although I blame the writers for that more than him, tbh, for a lot of the reasons I talked about in my post about Elektra), so I think they’d need to work through that. However, I feel like if I was in Karen’s position, I’d forgive him if I knew everything that we as an audience know about Matt (namely that he didn’t even tell his dad about his powers when he was a kid--I feel like that explains a lot about Matt’s issues with honesty). And in order for Karen to know that, Matt would have to be extremely vulnerable and honest with her, which I think would be a good indication of him working toward being more honest overall. 

All that being said, the core reason why I ship them is because I think that they could both learn self-love (which they both desperately need to work on) by loving each other. I think that before Karen knew about Daredevil and before Matt knew about Kevin and Wesley, they had put the other person on a pedestal that they felt they couldn't measure up to because of their own darkness/demons. When they’re talking about Frank in 2x07, they’re not really talking about Frank. They’re both implicitly asking if the other person can accept their darker parts. But because they don’t realize this, they come away from the conversation thinking the other person won’t ultimately accept them. 

However, they do eventually learn each other’s secrets and learn each other’s darkness. But it doesn’t change the fact that they still love the other person and want the best for them. And I think that realizing that they can still love the other person in spite of (or even because of) their darkness, they would be able to come around to the idea of loving and accepting themselves, including their own darkness. 

This is getting really long, so I’m going to wrap it up (also because that last paragraph makes sense to me, but I’m not sure it’s understandable to anyone else 😂). The last thing I will say, though is that thinking about these two together inspired me enough to write a fic for the first time in a few years. So I think they’ll always have a special place in my heart because of that. 

~/~

@karenpageweek2022

#karen page week 2022 #karen page #matt murdock #karedevil

[lesbian-in-leather]

For the fake fit title!!!!

Hiii what about something like "Rotten, sweet apple" for swanqueen??

Send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it

Ooh I've never actually written for OUaT before, this was really fun!! Thank you anon!!

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Summary: Emma confesses her feelings for Regina. It doesn't go well. (I don't know when in the timeline this is set, but Emma and Regina have become friends and Regina has a lot of unresolved trauma. Do with that information what you will). Hurt/No Comfort

Rating: T (violence)

Word Count: 1,257

Regina blinked. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she looked at Emma. The saviour. The epitome of goodness and bravery and happy endings. She must have heard her wrong. She must have.

“I love you, Regina.” Emma repeated, and it did nothing to ease Regina’s reeling mind. “I think I have done for a while now, if I’m being honest.” Emma laughed a little, beginning to ramble, clearly desperate to fill the silence. Regina just stared at her. She couldn’t even focus on what was being said, unable to hear anything over the pounding of her blood in her ears. Her breath was coming faster and faster, and she could feel the panic settling deep into her chest.

She had to leave. She had to leave now.

“Regina?” Emma’s hand came up, gently, reaching for her cheek, and Regina flinched away. “Woah, hey,” Emma took a few steps back, holding her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “What’s going on? Are you alright?”

No.

No, she was not alright – about as far from it as she had been in a long time. Regina couldn’t breathe, balling her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. And Emma was watching her, green eyes clouded with such tenderness and concern and love, that for a moment they weren’t green at all. Blonde hair became short and brown, and green eyes were suddenly a deep blue. I love you.

The apparition was gone in an instant, and Emma was moving closer again, her hand on Regina’s shoulder, voice warm and reassuring. “Talk to me, Regina.”

She yanked her arm out of the gentle grip, half-stumbling backwards. “Don’t touch me!” She was still breathing heavily, and Emma was looking at her with such pain and hurt in her eyes.

That’s what you do. You hurt people.

“Regina, I-”

She clenched her fists tighter, the sharp sting of her nails digging into her own palms bringing her back to herself, just a little. Just enough.

“I don’t know what I did to give you the impression that I was even remotely interested in that confession, Miss Swan,” she could her the tremor in her voice, but she pushed on, knowing that if she stopped now, if she gave even an inch, she’d lose control completely. “But believe me when I say you have sorely misjudged the situation.” Judging from Emma’s expression, her performance was better than she’d thought. Emma’s eyes were filling with tears, and Regina could feel herself about to break at the sight. “Just imagine it – the Saviour and the Evil Queen?” she let out a bitter laugh that sounded borderline hysterical, even to her own ears. “Ridiculous.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Emma’s voice cracked, and Regina hadn’t meant to teleport away, but she was immensely grateful as the purple smoke swallowed her, whisking her away from the pain she’d caused. When the smoke cleared, she fell to her knees in her vault, blissfully alone as the tears began to fall.

She wasn’t sure how long she stayed there, curled on her side on the cold stone floor, her body wracked with sobs as she pictured Emma’s face, replied her confession over and over. Eventually her breathing began to even out, even as silent tears still pooled on the uneven stone by her head. Her limbs felt so heavy, and she was so exhausted that she didn’t even bother to teleport home before allowing the calming tendrils of sleep to pull her mind into oblivion.

She was running. Panic constricted her chest as she neared the stables, already knowing what she’d find. The wind whipped her braid back and forth but she didn’t care, stumbling over roots and stones until she threw the stable doors open. Candles alighted on the walls and there he was, lying broken on the floor in the centre of it all. Daniel. She collapsed beside him, combing his soft brown hair through her fingers, willing him to look at her. But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“It’s for your own good, Regina.” Cora’s voice echoed through the space, but when she turned back to the doors, there was no one there. She looked back to Daniel, but he was gone, too. Just dust between her fingers.

She stood, the room spinning, but she didn’t know where she was going. Where could she go?

Graham appeared in the doorway, taking long, purposeful strides towards her, his face set as his eyes locked with hers. She tried to speak, but he slammed her against the wall by her throat.

“You did this,” there was a crowd behind him now – her father, Daniel, Zelena, even little Snow White, back before everything had gone so terribly wrong. All of the people whose lives she’d ruined watched as her huntsman choked the life out of her. “You’re rotten, Regina. And while you’re alive, you’ll rot everyone else with you.”

“No!” she managed to shout, her magic throwing him off of her. He hit the opposite wall with a sickening crack, and the crowd cowered from her as he slumped to the ground. “I’ve changed,” she begged them all to see it, but they shrank back in fear of the fire in her hand. “I’ve changed!” the fire grew, catching on the hay, and the smoke swallowed her. She reappeared on a faraway hill, but she could still hear their screams as they burned.

“It’s all your fault, dearie.” Rumple’s high-pitched giggle bounced around her head, and suddenly she was in the woods. She started running again, but his voice followed her, as if he were speaking right in her ear. “All that anger, all that fear… all the pain you cause… Use it.”

She stumbled into her vault, the drawers pulsing red all around her. She reached for a heart, her vision blurry with tears, but she couldn’t stop now. The Evil Queen didn’t give in to love. She felt her huntsman’s beating heart warming her freezing fingers – he had betrayed her. Time and time again, he had betrayed her.

She squeezed, feeling its pulse stutter under her hand.

But why wouldn’t he betray her? Everyone did. Snow White wouldn’t even keep a single secret – even her own mother hadn’t been on her side. They were all too good for her. Too good to be taken in by her lies. Her fingers tightened around the heart, pressing harder, harder. She heard a gasp of breath, and felt her lips curl upwards. Heard her own laugh echo around the space as she turned towards the heart’s owner.

Her eyes widened and she tried to release it, tried to stop choking the life from the heart in her hand but it was too late.

“Regina…” Emma breathed as she dissolved into dust.

It was always too late.

“Emma!” Regina’s eyes flew open, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. Her face was still wet with tears, but morning light filtered into the room. She should get back. Henry would be wondering where she was.

He’s better off without you. Her own voice murmured in the back of her mind, and she sat up, trying to block it out along with her pounding headache. Her tongue felt like sandpaper and she absently ran a hand through her tangled hair. She couldn’t let Emma get hurt. She couldn’t let herself ruin anyone else. She was the Evil Queen; evil doesn’t love. And even if it did… no one could ever truly love her in return.

Not without paying the price.

#ouat #swan queen #regina mills #emma swan #made up titles #the lesbian herself #thanks for the ask!! #sorry if this is ooc #i haven't watched the show in literal years #but i did my best #this got really sad lmao #oops

[eddisfargo]

Not a day will go by (1/?)

CSSS 2021 gift for @resident-of-storybrooke! HI!! Surprise, I am not in fact an author you know, I know this because I have never written anything! But perhaps you have seen my name on kudos lists! I have seen yours! Although yours, being related to the correct fandom, is probably more sticky-outy to me than mine is to you haha. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy!! Thank you for inspiring me to finally take the plunge and get one of these onto “paper”!

@cssecretsanta2020

(AO3)

Summary: Captain Hook wakes up in a strange bed, next to a woman he does not remember. He finds nothing particularly unusual about this situation. But the woman seems to know him very well.In Storybrooke, there's only one surefire way to get back a lost memory. And it's not going to work until he loves her.

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Amnesia

Post-S6

but Killian sure does not realize it's Post-S6

he remembers none of it

He knows who he is! but does not remember anyone he's met since the show started

A/N: I was pretty nervous about signing up for this Secret Santa, because I've never written an OUaT fic. In fact, I haven't written... anything... since I was a young teen. At least not outside of my head! Here's hoping it's a little bit... better than those were. Hope you'll bear with me!

I wasn't able to have a completed fic in time for Christmas, especially since this chapter got so long. No idea how long it'll be--I've kind of never done this before. But my giftee said one chapter was good for now! Thanks for having faith in me! I hope you like it! And I'll try to release the follow-up chapters in a timely manner! I know generally where I want it to go.

I rated this M just to be safe, but so you know there's a bit of a fade-to-black.

Chapter 1: Not for the first time

Not for the first time, and surely not for the last, Hook woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Light was beginning to filter in through a large, high window. Damn it, he’d fallen asleep. And someone warm, soft and very naked was pressed up against him.He took a moment to appreciate the sensation before setting himself to the problem of how to extricate himself without waking her.

How much had he had to drink last night? The inevitable headache had not yet set in, but he had no very clear memory of how he’d gotten into this bed with this—he managed to pull away far enough to take a glance—blonde creature. And he generally kept his wits enough about him to slip out once the evening’s selection had drifted off. He must have been very drunk indeed.

This was, of course, the exact situation he tried to avoid. She was far too close, her head against his chest, and somehow she’d finagled herself directly into his arms. More than likely, she was the clingy type, and he’d much rather avoid a conversation before he made his exit, and that meant stealth. Somehow his left arm had ended up under her neck. How the hell was he meant to get it out? She’d certainly wake if he accidentally stabbed her with his—his—

Wait. Where—

He lifted his head to look past hers at his left arm. It did not end in a hook. It simply ended. He suddenly felt far more naked than he had a moment ago. He did not remove his hook during a tryst. Women who found the blade’s danger exciting rarely felt similarly about a stump. And where was it? Even his brace had been removed. How drunk, indeed?

Slowly, he maneuvered himself out of the tangle of their limbs. There was a small, protesting sound when he finally made his escape, but she seemed a heavy sleeper.

Controlling his trepidation, Hook stepped onto a surprisingly deep carpet and began the search for his clothes. Perhaps his prosthetic would be somewhere nearby. There were two piles of clothes on the floor, apparently examined in haste, one of which appeared mostly black, although the light in the room remained rather dim. He bent to pick it up and stared at it in consternation. These were not his clothes. The material was softer. Lighter. The coat shorter. No, he’d never worn such a thing. And there was no telltale glint of metal nearby. He cursed in frustration, remembering his intention to be silent only when he heard the rustling of bedsheets behind him.

The woman in the bed groaned, and in a voice ragged from sleep, said, “Babe, what time is it?”

Still naked, didn’t have anything resembling a watch, and a quick glance at the walls did not reveal a clock. Attempting to salvage his quest not to wake her, he murmured, “Terribly early, love. Go back to sleep.”

Completely ignoring his instruction, she pulled herself up on one arm. The blanket slipped off of her chest. She didn’t seem at all embarrassed, after whatever had happened the previous night, so he took the opportunity to look her over. He did eventually even raise his eyes to her face. Her lips were full and looked well kissed-–likely he himself deserved the credit for that. Her eyes, a very pleasant green, sparkled with amusement—perhaps related to how long it had taken his gaze to reach them. Drunk as he’d been last night, he’d had excellent taste. He was beginning to sorely regret his lack of memory.

She smirked slightly at his frank appreciation. “Where you headed so terribly early ?”

He scowled, remembering exactly why he hadn’t left. “Nowhere, without my clothes,” he said, putting an intimidating edge into his voice that cowed near everyone he used it on.

All it earned from her was a full-on grin. “Well in that case, might as well come back to bed, huh?” She patted the bed next to her.

Hook weighed his options. He didn’t remember any pressing appointments he had this morning. On the one hand, the wench had hidden his clothes—and his bloody hook . Bad form. And now she was using his apparent lack of options to keep him in her bed? No, he ought not reward this blatant manipulation. He should demand his possessions and go.

She raised an eyebrow, enticing. He should go.   In his current state of undress, there was no way of pretending disinterest. She was smiling as if she’d already won—she couldn’t be allowed the victory. But… it hardly seemed fair to have, presumably, so thoroughly pleasured this wench and not even get to remember it. He should, surely, be able to escape with a memory.

That was it. He fell onto the bed, onto her, to shake her self-assurance—to give her something that would make her miss him for the rest of her days.

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He understood his mistake by the time she was through. Having forgotten the previous night, he had supposed she was some woman he’d seduced. But no common woman–no noble one either–would’ve been capable of that . She could only have been a professional, at the peak of her trade. Like magic, she had known exactly what he wanted. It was as if she could read his mind, as if he’d told her exactly what he liked. She’d known his desires better than he’d known his own.

As they both lay panting, he tried to give her her due. “That was….”

She laughed, a bit breathlessly. “Worth waking up early for.”

It was now, he decided, well and truly time to take his leave.  If she’d taken his clothes, and whatever coin he had in his pockets, she'd certainly earned them. But one thing he did need. “Where the devil is my hook?”

Her brow furrowed slightly. “Is it not in the drawer?” She gestured vaguely toward a table by the bed, just next to him on the side he’d been sleeping. Seeing a drawer, he opened it experimentally. A box rested in it, a dark wood with ornate carvings. Picking it up, he saw that the designs included a ship at sea, flying a skull and crossbones. It opened easily to reveal his hook, fitting perfectly in a compartment on one side, with his brace resting on the other.

He stared for a long moment, tracing the design with his hand, and trying to make sense of its existence. “This is quite the contrivance, love.” He found himself wanting to keep it more than he was willing to admit. What need could she have of such a thing, anyway? He looked at her carefully. “Where did you come upon it?”

She laughed. “What, are you trying to get clues about this year’s? Good effort, but not going to happen. You’ll find out when you see it under the tree. No cheating!”

Not a word of what she’d just said seemed to have any relevance to his question, or any obvious meaning at all. This had to be intentional, and he wasn’t rising to the bait. He dropped the subject entirely. “Well, it’s been a pleasure, love. But I do need to be going, and I’m not sure what I’m expected to wear.”

She grimaced. “OK, so I definitely did the laundry, and I was absolutely planning to put it into the drawers… soon. I know, I know, where you’re from laundry was an all-day activity, and with washing machines it’s so easy. I know when it’s your turn it gets done immediately. But look, it’s all right here in this basket!” With this somewhat baffling sentiment, she gestured to a basket full of clothes. “Here, I’ll just get something for you today and then I’ll put away the rest… later.”

Smiling sheepishly, she pulled some garments out of the basket that looked remarkably like the ones he’d found on the floor. Oh well, at least these ones were clean.

The clothing was simple enough to figure out, but he was more interested to see what she’d put on. Women of every class looked about the same once you got them naked, but how someone dressed gave you a bit more information.Once he had pieced together how his own strange garments were assembled, he turned to her and was… stymied. She wore blue trousers of a material he did not recognize, a tight shirt and a strange short coat of what might have been leather, dyed a shade of red.

Now that the sun had come out, he looked around the room for more hints. The bedsheets, he recalled, had been extraordinarily soft, as was the carpet. He’d have guessed she was a woman of some means, although her expertise indicated how she might have made her money. But he hadn’t a clue what manner of woman dressed like that . He’d have liked to solve this mystery, but it was past time for him to leave. “Well,” he said finally, “it’s been a pleasure, but I really must take my leave of you, Miss…” he waited to see if she’d supply a name.

“Nuh-uh,” she said. “Not without breakfast. Just because Henry’s not here doesn’t mean we stop being good examples.” She gave him a wink, as if that was supposed to mean something to him.

He wanted out , but… after this morning and, presumably, last night, he certainly needed to replenish his strength. Well, if the woman wanted to make him breakfast, he supposed he could accept.

She leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek–he really did need to leave, before the woman started having expectations— and bounded downstairs.

Hook followed more slowly, taking a moment to look around. There were pictures on the walls. One in particular arrested him. A wedding. Hers. Unmistakeable. Somehow, he hadn’t gotten the sense of infidelity from her. It certainly wasn’t something he had a particular problem with, but he could usually tell. The portrait was… strange. He couldn’t see brushstrokes. It was almost like looking through a window. She looked so… happy, in the picture. Reluctantly, he moved his eyes to the side, to her husband. He looked quickly away again, as if burned, after just a glimpse of dark hair and a pathetically besotted smile. The poor bastard. He’d certainly seen it before, but something about the man’s face, even briefly seen, made it difficult to gloat.

Perhaps she was a widow? Somehow, that didn’t feel right. There’d been no grief about her. He thought back to their interactions. Just because Henry’s not here … No, that was certainly it. The husband was away, and the wife hopped into bed with the first dashing pirate she saw. He didn’t normally judge a woman for such a thing, but in that brief glimpse of the wedding picture he’d allowed himself, he’d had a moment of…sympathy? No… pity. He didn’t seem a sniveling coward keeping his treasure of a wife in a hovel, cursing her with his own reputation. The woman in the picture had glowed with joy. He wondered briefly what had gone wrong in their marriage to cause her to sneak around. A woman like that was probably difficult to satisfy.

He considered taking another look at the picture, but something deep inside of him rebelled.

He allowed himself brief glances at a few more pictures. The blonde woman and another man and woman, unmistakably a couple. The blonde woman and a dark-haired woman he instantly disliked–he didn’t look at her for too long. Something about her face hit him the wrong way. The two of them were hugging a boy. He looked at the child a bit longer, something striking a chord in him. Was the blonde woman the mother, or the brunette? Suddenly, thoughts of Baelfire entered his mind, until he forcibly shook them out. Forget breakfast–he needed to leave.

But between him and the front door was the woman, who’d set a place for him at the table, and the aroma of bacon and eggs was difficult to ignore. He wasn’t sure how the bacon was ready so fast—perhaps the cook had been working on it while they’d been upstairs. He hoped her servants were discreet, although this likely wasn’t the first time. They’d certainly made themselves scarce–he hadn’t seen a hint of a person in the house other than the two of them. Perhaps they were changing the sheets before the husband returned.

He glanced around the room. No pictures in here, at least. The setup was strange—in this room, there were large box-shaped objects all around, one of which she had just closed, and in the room he’d just walked through there appeared to be a small tree with baubles on it. He supposed that was how they set up their houses in… his mind stopped short, unable to recall which port he was in.

The woman was smiling at him expectantly. Without conscious consideration, he sat down at the table and lifted a fork.

“So,” she said, “what are your big plans today that you absolutely had to wake up for?”

His big plans, as she put it, involved leaving port as soon as possible, but he was reluctant to say so. This woman seemed to think she had some sort of right to his plans. She might take offense to the fact that he’d be gone forever before the sun set again. “Just… checking on things,” he evaded.

Her eyes widened with interest. “Things related to a certain… event… a week away?”

He frowned. What was a week away? He tried to calculate. If today was… he stopped short. What was the date, again? Worry began to set in in earnest. He looked away from the woman, trying to remember… remember…

“Okay, I get it,” she said, laughing. “No hints from me means no hints from you.”

The woman was very pretty, Hook decided, but at least half of what she said was nonsense. And something was nagging at him about what she’d said during this morning’s festivities…He’d been too preoccupied with the sensations to take any particular note of her words, but…

He ate the food she’d set in front of him with his mind elsewhere.

When he became aware that she’d been speaking, it was clearly not the first time she’d spoken. “Hellooo? Earth to Killian? We got an early start but I am actually going to be late if I don’t head out.”

“Right,” he said, trying to shake himself from his reverie. Late to what , he wondered idly, but that wasn’t quite what had bothered him. “I’d best head out myself.” Good, something about this place was getting to him. The sooner he was back on the Jolly, the better.

He stepped out the door before her, so she could lock up, and looked around the world. There was a strange sense of wrongness to everything. The houses looked… unusual. There were one or two people on the street in strange garb, more or less like what the blonde wore–like what he wore. And there was a large yellow… thing in the yard that–

Hook cursed loudly as something sped by faster than anything had any right to go.

“Hey! You ok, babe?” the blonde woman asked.

She seemed so completely unfazed that he was loath to admit to a moment’s fear. “Of course,” he lied. There was a tense moment where she considered whether to accept his answer. With as wide of a smile as he could muster, he said “Well. Goodbye, then.”

She hesitated a moment longer, and finally leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Walking away from him as he stood, a bit dazed, she called “Love you!” over her shoulder, and opened what turned out to be a door on the yellow monstrosity. He watched as it started to move, and before he knew it, the thing was out of sight.

After another moment of standing still, looking after her, wondering what she’d meant by “love,” he finally started to make his way in a direction he hoped was toward the docks, staying to the side where the surprisingly large, incredibly loud, remarkably fast abominations were not.

It was just as he caught sight of the sea–indeed in the direction his instincts had taken him, that he figured it out. What was strange about her words in bed, and her words to him when he’d been distracted this morning.

She’d called him “Killian.”

#captain swan secret santa #captain swan secret santa 2021 #csss2021 #csss 2021 #Captain Swan #Killian Jones #Emma Swan #once upon a time #cs secret santa 2021 #fanfiction #ouat #have I covered every permutation of the secret santa tag #lol probably not #hope my giftee enjoys!!! #and maybe other people too?? #that'd be wild #very nervous putting this into the world! #but excited too!

[likeabxrdinflight]

Please tell me more about Cora's backstory and classism! (Also race if you're up to it.)

*cracks fingers*

So within the narrative of OUAT, I noticed a pattern over the years- villains that seek power as their motivation tend to also be characters that start off living in abject poverty (Zelena, Cora, and Rumple all fall into this pattern.) And the show, I think unfairly, outright condemns this behavior as Objectively Bad and demonizes this aspect of these characters.

All of young Cora's monologue to Rumple about how she was made to apologize and the rage it fuels in her was not meant to be sympathetic. "I want to make them bow...I want their kneecaps to crack and freeze on the stones. I want their necks to break from bending..." like as an audience, we're meant to feel disturbed by this level of violent fantasy. It paints a picture of Cora as having always been pretty bad, even if you felt a little sorry for her when Princess Eva trips her in the beginning.

...except how is that any different, conceptually, from people today chanting "eat the rich" on twitter and wishing that Jeff Bezos' rocket blows up in space?

Cora had nothing by this point in her story. She was the daughter of a poor miller with an alcohol problem. Earlier in her backstory we see that she had to both sell flour and work at a tavern to make ends meet. She has a line about "wanting to be able to eat this week." And she wants out. She wants out so bad that she gets taken advantage of by the first guy to tell her he's a prince (side bar- I have never once seen the fandom refer to this deception as sexual assault, despite several other deceptive sexual subplots being decried as such...). She tries to marry another one out of desperation. She ends up leaving a baby in the woods because she wants out of this shitty life more.

(I think there's also an argument to be made that Cora could not have reasonably cared for Zelena given her need to work and the clear level of poverty she and her father are dealing with, but the narrative doesn't even consider this possibility and instead paints Cora's decision as little more than selfish ambition. This has always left a bad taste in my mouth about that episode.)

Now to be clear, Cora is still not...the best person. But my position is that the narrative is wrong about why. The story wants you to think that Cora is a villain because she's a power-hungry gold-digger who values personal ambition over love and family.

I think Cora is a villain because instead of using her justifiable rage to dismantle systems of oppression, she joins them. And later, she imposes the values of this unjust system onto her daughter, who wanted nothing to do with any of it.

(A note- Regina is probably a little naive about how difficult life would have been if she'd run away with Daniel, and I think from Cora's perspective she was saving Regina from the suffering she'd had to endure as a child, but I digress...killing your daughter's boyfriend in front of her and forcing her to marry creepy old men just because they're kings is very much Bad Parenting. By that in point in Cora's life she was a deeply abusive person and unable to see beyond her own narrow perspective...the literal heartlessness didn't help.)

This is probably where race best fits into the narrative, because Regina is Latina and Cora is a white woman. There's probably a lot to be said about enforcing a white upper class ideal onto this Latina girl if you step back from the show and look at the optics of it from the audience perspective...

...in the world of the show, though, it's more complicated, because Regina's father was the prince, and his father was the King who forced Cora to kneel, and both are darker skinned Hispanic men, so...I don't know, trying to unpack all that might be beyond me. She was clearly born into a position of class privilege where her white mother was not. And I don't think the show was ever smart enough to try and tackle all of that. Nor do I think it ever intended to be, considering they cast Tony Perez in the role of Regina's father to reflect Lana's heritage without really thinking much beyond that. I think the show was trying to be color blind throughout it's run, while completely ignoring the reality that the audience isn't.

Anyways...all this to say, Cora winds up being one of the most unintentionally complex characters on the show. Her initial anger, I would argue, is entirely justified. But she becomes the very thing she once hated (did her whiteness allow this to happen? Perhaps...) She tries to escape poverty by becoming one of the elite- on a personal psychological level, she's identifying with the aggressor. On a societal level she's playing into systems of oppression and ends up reinforcing them as she gains more and more power. But to her, this power is about survival. She thinks she's doing what's necessary to navigate a cruel world that doesn't give a shit about poor miller's daughters. She thinks she's giving her daughter a better life than she had.

And on some level, she's not entirely wrong. But god she hurts a lot of people along the way.

#ouat #cora mills

[piracytheorist]

Ok a quick little (or not) summary (only for the second part, though)

As they continue from talking about Anthony Hopkins being a team player and wanting smaller actors to succeed, Colin goes on to talk about how there are actors who want themselves to be the star. He contrasts that to Hopkins' personality, which is why he still is supportive of smaller actors, also due to his theater background, theater is a place where everyone needs to be at the same level to work. He says how Hopkins wanted to impart his knowledge on him, and Colin feels very lucky and blessed that he had the chance for that. He says Hopkins is the biggest influence he's ever had, and probably will ever have.

Jarlath then talks about how in such a presence, you can't feel cozy, like you've figured it out, but instead you feel that you have something to live up to. Colin says he was terrified in the start, because he was in most of the scenes in The Rite, with only a few scenes with Hopkins that Colin wasn't in. He says it's terrifying to step into the set of a film with such a big budget, and other big actors like Ciarán Hinds and Toby Jones, people he admired so much and he wanted to do well in the film.

On his first scene with Hopkins, Hopkins told Colin, "Listen, it's just acting. Enjoy it." And that helped him ease into the job.

Then he talks about how he prepared himself as a mortician/exorcist for the film. He read a lot of literature about exorcists, he went to a morgue and dressed an actual dead body, all of it stuff he never thought he'd do.

Jarlath picks up on that and asks him for more about it. And boy, did Colin talk about it. He says how even having the film The Exorcist in your house, when they were young, felt like it was an invitation for bad things to happen (he says it was banned in Ireland too). He says he asked the real-life priest that Michael Kovak was inspired from, if he thinks that he (Colin) is inviting in something bad by doing this, playing in this film. The priest said "Yeah, maybe. But if you believe in it, then you believe that God is there to protect you" and Colin was like "I shouldn't have asked". He says that of all exorcists he spoke to, none of them tried to make him believe, they just shared their experience without trying to convince him.

He then talks about an exorcism he attended, where a young woman who was going for the ritual, she didn't want him in the same room but they did meet outside of it, and she looked at him in such a cold way, that he thought if someone was skinning him alive in front of her she would just stand and watch. He says he hadn't seen anyone look at him like that before, hasn't since, and doesn't want to. Then she went inside the room, and after she was done she came out, smiled at him and then left. He stood to listen from outside the room as the exorcism happened, and he talked to the exorcist about it later, and overall it felt very real and scary to him.

Jarlath asks Colin about the auditions he did before Once Upon a Time. Colin says he got very close to some “very big things”. He says how even though The Rite was very widely known and at the top during its premiere, it got mixed reviews and that affected him, because he put a lot of pressure for it to be amazing, but that a film's success doesn't depend on the actors alone.

Colin mentions the pilot he did for Identity, with Angela Bassett, whom he praised, and that between the film and this pilot he got close to something big... Jarlath simply says what he heard involved wearing a cape. Colin says "That's one of them... or it might not be, I don't know, I can't tell."  

Jarlath asks him if he has the thinking of "I don't want to be in a film where they don't want me," for when he doesn't get a role. Colin says that before The Rite, where he wasn't getting many jobs, he was feeling that he was right for the thing that he didn't get, that it was the one shot he had. But he just said he had to believe in himself and keep going at it. He says that like a vampire craves blood, he craves the work, he loves pretending to be someone else.

He talks about how Helen supported him, and how lucky he's been to have her by her side, as well as his brother and parents. He says that there were times he was ready to give up, but with having someone to say he believes in him, it meant so much to him.

Jarlath asks him about what was his big realization moment for Once Upon a Time, Colin replies with the scene he had on the Lady Washington, dressed in leather, and working with Robert Carlyle, that he really went "What the hell am I doing". He says that more than anything it was Carlyle's presence, it was like working with Hopkins. Carlyle was one of Colin's favourite actors, he would watch any film he was in, so it was a huge thing for Colin to work with him.

Then he's asked about how working in Once Upon a Time was for him, and if he felt any pressure on it at all. He says he felt a little stressed because the introduction of the character was a big and important thing for the show. He says that in every season, they didn't know if the show was gonna be picked up for a new season until at the very last minute. He says he feels very lucky that he had his wife and kids in Vancouver, so he could still be with them while working. He loved living in Vancouver, he could go there at any time if it was closer to his home. It was important for him to have his kids grow up near family, so even though he loved Vancouver and made some really great friends there, he wanted to go back to Ireland.

Then Jarlath mentions the fandom of OUAT, about how there are people in it that wanted certain things to happen, and that they directed things towards him. Colin says that he's very protective of his family, and that he doesn't want people taking pictures of his children, and that he can't allow people to be disrespectful of his wife. He's been with Helen for 22 years, she's the love of his life, and he doesn't tolerate anyone telling him anything about his own family. They talk about how some people have a feeling of ownership with the characters they watch, and they can't make the distinction between character and actor, how those lives are different.

Jarlath asks him about how it felt when OUAT ended, if there was a feeling of liberation and expanding his horizons after so many years of being dedicated to it. Colin says he adored working in OUAT, and felt very lucky to get to portray a character for such a long period of time. He was, in part, upset when they were finishing and he had to leave a place that he had made such good friends at, but he was excited for what would come next. He wants to play as many different characters as he can.

They then talk about Dolly Parton. Colin says that when he first met Dolly, she was talking about the world and all and as he was listening to her he was thinking "I can now understand how people join cults." He says she has amazing charisma and energy. When the offer came for him to play in a Western, and working with Dolly, he knew he just couldn't say no. She's got so many stories, and when working with Colin she told him about the stories behind some of her songs, like Jolene. He says she's exactly as you see her, she doesn't put on a performance or a persona in interviews and such.

"JJ Sneed. It's a bit of fun," Colin says.

Then Jarlath jumps to how the relationship was behind the scenes of The Right Stuff. Colin says they were living close to each other for five months, so they had a lot of fun together, despite how serious the show was. They became very close, and he says that the real astronauts as well that they portray came to be very close with each other. He mentions the time he and the rest of the cast went to Disneyworld and basically became ten-year-olds. He says that when filming such a serious show, having some craic is needed to balance it out.

He says choosing to film something now is complicated, as he has a family and he doesn’t want to quarantine for two weeks, go and film for a few days, then come back and quarantine for another two weeks before he's with family again. He feels glad that in this difficult time he had the chance to be with his family. He mentions that his dad was having health issues, but he's good now, and again he felt lucky he didn't have to be away during all that.

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And that’s what I got! I probably missed a few things, but hearing Colin talk about all that stuff, especially his experiences with the exorcisms and stuff, is so interesting! If you want to listen to it yourself, you can become a patreon for Jarlath right here.

#Colin interviews

[heytheredeann]

35 ways you said “I love you”

31/35: Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey. Hello, still alive here! I don’t know if this is the longest wait that there’s ever been between updates to this collection, but if not it’s definitely in the top three LOL. But don’t worry, I have every intention of finishing this if it’s the last thing I ever do. So, this is just a little ficlet with a Tallahassee era setting, I know it’s a little short but please be patient with me, my head is filled with fandoms and I’m trying to occasionally kick my brain in OUAT mode because I miss these two. Enjoy! 

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 The first time Neal says “I love you”, he doesn’t think she’s listening.

She’s curled up in the backseat of their car, half her body comfortably nested on his lap, and she is only half awake. She thinks she drifted off, at some point, between the tiredness of a long day and his fingers playing with her hair as he hummed under his breath, and even as she started slowly rising to consciousness again she refused to move, too warm and comfortable to break the spell.

She smiles a little to herself, content as if they had a warm bed and four walls. For once, there is no need to guard herself, nothing to spoil this little bit of happiness: she just stays still, letting the movements of Neal’s fingers in her hair lull her closer and closer to sleep as the seconds pass, and she thinks she could stay there forever.

Which is, of course, when he decides to speak.

It’s only slightly above a whisper, clearly not meant for her but still drawing her out of her hazed state all at once – or maybe precisely because she wasn’t meant to hear: she’s curious and ever suspicious and of course she wants to know.

“Hey, Em,” he murmurs, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger over and over. “I really love you. I’m so glad you found me.”

Emma swallows, something in her having the audacity of rejoicing at his words, even as her stomach drops and her heart skips a beat, leaping into her throat instead.

It’s ridiculous that, for a second, she can only think I love you too, and those stupid little words fill her chest with terror, as if she had said them out loud. She can’t deny that she has—thought about it, before. It’s only been months, but he’s just so good to her, he has her pretty much convinced that he will never leave her—except saying the words still feels like taking it one step too far. It feels like admitting to wanting, like she would be daring the universe to take him away, somehow.

The words get stuck in her throat, trying to choke her as she turns them over in her head, and it shouldn’t be this scary, not when she trusts him, more than she’s ever trusted anybody else in the world, not when he said it first.

Except—except did he, really? As far as he knows, she is asleep.

Perhaps he was trying it out, finding out how it sounded, similarly to how she has let the words form in her head a few times before, waiting for them to shrink a little, to feel a little less intimidating.

He might be as scared as she is. He might not be ready either.  

She swallows everything down.

It’s alright, she tells herself. He will stay, they will have time. She can tell him later, when it feels right. Someday.

She closes her eyes, focusing on his fingers in her hair and trying to recapture the feeling of warmth and safety that surrounded her before.

(Hours later, she can still hear it, that I really love you. Neal is grinning at her and wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her into a kiss, and it feels a little less terrifying than before.)

(She will tell him. Soon.)

#swanfire #swanfire ff #ouat ff #swanthief #swan thief #not spn #my fanfic #neal x emma #ouat #otp: almost home #35 ily sf

[piraticalarchive]

I see a love fest and I just wanted to step in to say that I know we've never really talked but it's just nice seeing you around, like it feels like one of those "permanence" things that it was just super nice to find you still around when I returned with this blog. You're always friendly and your writing is engrossing. I obsessed over Killian and OUAT a...very long time ago now and I think you do a wonderful job with him--he's basically just yours at this point. Idk, I just like seeing all your stuff so thanks for being around and being cool *finger guns*

i have had this in my inbox for so long and I've been meaning to reply to it but I always stopped because I wanted to hang onto it for just a little bit longer. I can't remember what prompted said love fest or if anything did, but I do remember how it made me feel when I saw this message and I still feel it every time I read it. Vividly. Thankfully I can say we have talked a bit more since I received this but it's still not nearly enough - we definitely need to talk more ! The permanence thing made me laugh so hard because i honestly feel like i'm gonna be tied to this hellsite and this blog for so much longer. I know things can change at any point but somehow at some point who knows when .. writing killian (and killian specifically) became a coping mechanism or something, i don't even know. When the end comes - two things will remain on this earth: cockroaches and me writing this dumb muse. Thank you so much for the compliment of my writing, it's so funny reading my stuff from way back when and seeing what it's grown into. I definitely have my wonderful writing partners over the years to thank for that - and those I still write with and even those i have yet to interact with who still grace my dash. You guys all inspire me to strive to keep developing it and trying new phrases and patterns and rhythms so it's fun to see how those subtle things slowly shape things into something completely new over the years. Also, I too obsessed over killian jones. I give the show a lot of flack but i obviously originally started in the ouat fandom so i did love him, i was just super sad with what he became. I would honestly write cs if i got the chance to do a spin on it and make it my own version of 'canon'. maybe one day, maybe .. we'll see lmao.

Anyways, enough about me. let's talk about you. i've read a lot of your stuff when it crosses the dash but i think the stuff i've seen most often are your things with ghost - and i love it. Your writing has a cadence that I really enjoy. I harbor a deep affection for people who break away from repeated words and kind of throw synonyms in there but are able to balance it so it's not just like heavy words that make no sense thrown around just as a means to say something different .. if that makes sense?? idk idk. Basically what i'm saying is, i highkey appreciate you and your stuff being on my dash. In addition to that you're always such a nice person and a wonderful presence on the dash. The few times we've talked you've been so kind and I don't think I was ever able to properly express how much it meant when you just popped in with an encouraging word while we were going through the diagnosis stuff with tank. Just a kind word of support can go so far and yours really did. You are truly a lovely and wonderful person. I think I saw a post the other day saying you were getting to go to a wedding you were afraid you were gonna have to miss?? I'm so pumped for you !! If you ever need anything, ever, please don't reach out. I know like 500 million corny jokes and I also know how to google for more so I'll never run out. I hope you have the best week ahead, mate !! Never forget how special you are and how much greater the world is having you on it.

#save ; #sjhfjfh THIS GOT SO LONG BUT I WANTED TO THANK YOU #and i also wanted to let you know how wonderful and nice and great you are

[jackabelle73]

Flight 870

Fandom: OUaT/Rumbelle

Rating: PG

Word Count: ~1K

Summary:  Thirteen hours and forty minutes sitting next to a stranger could be a very long time, or it could fly by. It all depends on the stranger. 

A/N:  Based on a prompt from @reolf  -- time travel. This was a writing exercise for me, an attempt to prove that I can actually write something short and post it immediately, without over-thinking, second-guessing and agonizing. I’ll call the experiment half successful. I got it written and posted in one day, but it feels like the start of something longer, rather than a complete fic. Oh well. It is what it is. 

Rumbelle Fic Masterlist

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Belle stepped up and handed her boarding pass to the gate agent with a smile. There was the beep beep of the scanner, before the agent spoke. 

“Ms. French, you’ve been given a complimentary upgrade. Here’s your new ticket. Enjoy First Class on your flight, and thank you for flying Quantas Airlines.” 

“Oh, umm… thank you!” Belle said, taking her ticket and moving forward to make room for the next person. She stopped at the top of the ramp to read her ticket, which was clearly labeled First Class. She wondered why she’d been chosen, but wasn’t about to question a free upgrade. She didn’t really want to be boarding this flight at all; may as well be comfortable while traveling toward her doom. 

Time to see how the other half lives. 

In a few minutes, she was in First Class, where the seats were larger and spaced further apart than she was accustomed to in coach. The smaller seats and limited leg space had never been a problem for her, as petite as she was, but these seats did look very comfortable. Only two seats to a row, she noticed, and wondered for the first time who her seatmate would be. Someone nice, she hoped, and even better if they were interesting to talk to. It would be a long flight if they were boring. 

She followed the flight attendant to Row C, and saw the empty seat next to a middle-aged man in an expensive-looking business suit, bent over his computer. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Gold? This young lady will be sitting next to you.”

“Just a moment,” he said, without looking up. He continued typing for a few more seconds, then lifted his laptop and stood up, still without taking his eyes off the screen. 

Belle wondered who he was; the flight attendant had called him by name, which meant he was either someone important enough to warrant special treatment, or he was a problem passenger who’d already caught the attention of the flight staff. 

She nodded to the attendant in thanks and scooted by Mr. Gold to take the window seat, placing her carry-on under the seat in front of her. He settled back into his seat and resumed tapping away at his computer, so she didn’t try to greet him. It might be a long flight after all. 

She busied herself with the usual pre-flight rituals -- clicking her seatbelt closed, making sure her book and water were in easy reach, and sending off final texts to notify everyone that she would be out of touch for the next thirteen and a half hours. 

That done, she watched the ground crew working around the airplane for a few moments, and was reaching for her book when the PA system crackled to life. 

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen… actually, good afternoon. My clock just flipped over to 12:00 noon. Welcome aboard Flight 870. We hope you’ve enjoyed your stay in Sydney. Our flight time to SFO is thirteen hours, forty minutes, which puts our ETA at 8:40 am this morning, San Francisco local time. That’s right, everyone…due to time zones, we’ll be arriving before we leave. If you’ve ever wanted to attempt time travel, today’s your lucky day. We’ll be getting underway soon, so please direct your attention to the front of the plane for a brief safety demonstration.” 

Belle directed her attention politely to the attendants, even though she’d seen these safety demonstrations a hundred times before. 

“Time travel,” the man next to her scoffed.

She glanced over to him. He was still fixated on his computer screen, his fingers still poised over the keys ready to type. His hair, longer than customary for a man, swung forward and partially obscured his face, but she could see how his mouth was set in a grim line. 

“Problem, Mr. Gold?” she asked. 

He raised his head, at last, and turned to look at her, giving her a first look at deep-set brown eyes, a sharp nose, and a scowl which was now directed at her. 

“Who are you? And how do you know my name?” he demanded. 

What a jackass. 

“I’m the woman who’s going to be sitting next to you for the next thirteen plus hours, I know your name because the flight attendant said it, and you’re being rude!” she snapped back, taking some small pleasure in his obvious surprise at her reply. “I’m starting to regret accepting the First Class upgrade. I think I’ll see if my original seat is still available.” 

She reached up to the call button, intending to summon the attendant and move to coach if possible, but paused when he spoke again.

“Wait. That’s not necessary.” 

She glanced back at him, to find him studying her with interest, as if trying to figure out what sort of exotic creature she was. 

“Why not?” she asked, hand still hovering near the call button. 

“You’re right. I was being rude, and I’m sorry. If you would like to keep your seat, I promise I’ll behave for the next thirteen plus hours.” 

She lowered her hand slowly. 

“Fine. You’re on probation,” she warned him. 

He smiled, and it transformed his face. It made his eyes light up, and softened his sharp features. 

“Well, I’m sure with you as my probation officer, I’ll stay on the straight and narrow.” He offered his hand. “I’m happy to meet you, Miss…” He trailed off, a clear question in his voice. 

She hesitated, but took his hand. “French. Belle French,” she told him as they shook. 

An electronic chime sounded above their heads, and she looked up to see that the fasten seat belt sign had illuminated. Probably too late to move seats now.

“What shall we talk about for the next thirteen plus hours, Miss French?” he asked, as their hands parted. 

She considered telling him to go back to his work, but thirteen hours was a long time to sit in silence. They could try talking to each other and see how it went. 

“What takes you to San Francisco, Mr. Gold?” she asked, as she settled back in her seat and the plane started to move. 

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#ouat #rumbelle fic #jackabelle writes #belle french #mr. gold #non-magic au

[leadingrebel]

Hi there! Could you do F, T and Z?

Hi there~!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I guess the way I write characters is more about what’s said between lines or what’s left unsaid between them, so the proudness I take on my dialogue scenes are from achieveing that atmosphere.

I think I love all the Rivusa dialogues I’ve written so far, and I think my favourite one is not published yet. And my favourite ones outside of Rivusa are not published either because they’re not even in English hahah.

But for this I think I’m going to choose one of my most direct dialogue scenes.

From Through Colors (Teen Wolf) because I’m proud of this colors idea and how I could manage to insert a connection between characters in a season 4 canon compliant, where Stiles and Lydia really, really weren’t.

It’s not something grand or anything, but I wrote it after years of not writing anything and it has a little place in my heart, idk.

“You got one of these blue highlighters things?” she asked, holding up her own. “I think this one doesn’t work anymore.”

Stiles’ smile turned a bit more sincere as he saw how Malia looked at the object on her left hand with a frown. He bit down on his lip, holding back his explanation as to why it actually didn’t work anymore. Malia didn’t really care about those things.

He turned around to search in the drawers under his desk, when his brain went over the question again and he realised something.

“Blue?” he turned to her again. “What do you use blue for?”

He walked towards the bed to take a glance a the book covered in different colors. He knew what color code Malia used, he had seen it every day while he helped her study.

Green. Yellow. Red.

Blue.

It was the first time he saw blue on her notes —Lydia’s, actually—, and he couldn’t figure out what utility she had made for it.

He looked up while Malia rolled and laid upside down again to look back at him.

“Lydia.”

Stiles didn’t know if it was because he was terribly tired or because his functions were greatly failing, but he couldn’t establish a connection between Lydia and the current situation.

“Lydia?”

“The colors,” Malia pointed at the book covered in colored ink. “I already told you that every one meant something” she held the blue highlighter in front of him. “And blue is just because it’s pretty, so it’s for the things I like.”

She let her hand fall and started to tap the highlighter on the book.

“It was Lydia’s idea,” She continued. “She said it’d be easier and faster to understand colors than letters, and that the instant recognition would adapt better with my coyote instincts,” She looked at him through her eyelashes. “She also said you’d understand the colors better and would be able to help me more easily.”

After a moment of confusion —maybe just mere disbelief—, Stiles blinked and swallowed the knot in his throat that threatened to steal his voice.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Mmm, I can’t remember any general trope that I can’t stand. But there’s things I like and don’t like, of course.

It also really depends on the fandom and the ship. If it’s a fandom in a world with magic, I usually avoid Mundane!AUs because the magic and the world is what I want there. But of course there’s good stories there.

I also tend to not like Pregnancy/KidFics unless the characters are of age/have some already-made connection to this theme in canon, it’s short or I already like the kid character.

So there’s always exceptions, it’s what I’d say.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Funny enough, all of them have been inspired by something else, but I’ve written at least three of them, if I remember well:

Like we always have done - (The 100) - in which Octavia dies and Bellamy wants to follow.

They fall alone and stay together - (OUAT) - a Killian/Snow experimentation fic in which Emma and David are dead.

You died by my side - (Divergent) - a Eric/Four in a war!verse in which one dies; big trigger warning in this one.

Who knows if someday there’ll be a Rivusa fic in this list 👀

I’ve also read some because I’m a sucker for angst, but I think most of them are one-shots or short stories and that’s like— more okay. But I’ve also read long stories and I’m telling you if you read like 40 chapters of a fic hoping for a happy ending and suddenly one of them are dead or some other beloved major character dies horribly— that hurts. But for me it’s interesting to experience all of them, even if you end up broken and sobbing.

I don’t think there’s a death I can’t tolerate, truly. I love all the sadness. But maybe that’s just my angsty ass talking.

Thank you so much for being curious and asking, you’re lovely! <3

#answered #lilshitwayne #ask games

[narniaandplowmen]

Mysterious Fathoms Below (8/8)

Fandom: OUAT Pairing: Captain Swan Also on AO3

Rated: General Audiences Complete Full Fic is 12005 words

Summary:  When a storm throws Killian overboard, a mysterious mermaid who saves him. Now it is up to him to save her and bring her back home.

[first chapter]  •   [previous chapter]

CHAPTER 8 - And They Lived...

Emma was worried. Although she did not like to admit it, Emma Swan, Princess of Atlantia, Heir to the Seven Seas, was worried. And scared. It had been weeks since she last saw Killian, but no one had seen him since. She had asked around, and some of the guards had asked the humans on the shore. One of them had seen Killian, and he recalled him buying supplies for an inland journey. That was all Emma had to go on. Although they had not spoken about meeting soon, she assumed that it was implied in the time they had spent together when she had ran away. Her old fears of abandonment were creeping in again, and Emma did not like it. For every second she spent away from Killian she had to admit that she missed him. And missing someone meant you cared for them. And Emma realised – though she refused to admit it – that she didn’t just care for Killian. His ship had been found, but Killian had not been on it. The crew hadn’t seen him since their mutiny, and although they seemed to regret their actions, their new captain named Blackbeard was very quick to drive the merman interrogating them away. Emma tried to concentrate on learning her Royal Duties – something she had decided to pick up herself on her own schedule – but it was difficult, to say the least. Luckily, her parents took time out of most of their days to do something with her, and she slowly but surely started to get used to having parents. After her magic outburst, they had also hired a very kind merwitch to teach her to control this newfound power. However, most of her magic seemed to have disappeared, as if it had only been there for those couple of hours with Killian and then vanished.

“Is something wrong, Emma?” A voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. Her mother stood in front of her, looking worried. “You were frowning.”

“Oh,” Emma replied. “It’s nothing, I was just- lost in thought, I guess. Why are you here?” The Queen almost never came to the seating area of the library, since she preferred to read outside.

“I wanted to fetch you. There is a guest for you, waiting in the throne room!”

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Lying in bed, Killian still could barely believe what had happened that day. Only this morning he had awoken from his make-shift shelter on the forest floor and prepared himself to go to the most dangerous place he knew, aside from Neverland. Now, he was lying in one of the guest bedrooms in the house of his biggest enemy as a welcomed guest. He had met up with someone he never thought he would see again and the Dark One turned out to be married. He groaned as he turned around in his bed, and he cursed the day he fell off his ship and got rescued by Emma. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his room.

“Now dearie, speak the truth. Are you here to kill me?” Killian jumped out of bed and looked right in the face of the man he so despised.

“No, Crocodile. For once, that was not my goal,” he simply replied. The Dark One looked at him curiously.

“You’re speaking the truth. How quaint.”

“Now that Belle is asleep, are you going to kill me?”

“Even though it may surprise you to hear it, no. Actually, I am going to give that magical wristband and wave you out tomorrow. I might even be so kind as to teleport you to the Enchanted Forest’s main seaport.”

“I know you, Crocodile. You only give things if you get something in return. What is it you want? My ship? A magic bean? My first-born child?”

Rumpelstiltskin giggled. “Nothing of the sort, dearie. Unless you have a firstborn child you want to get rid of?”

Killian shot him an angry stare.

“What I want is quite simple. I want you to never return here again. As long as Belle lives, I want you to let go of your vengeance and let me and my wife live in peace. That is my deal.”

Killian raised his eyebrows. “What’s the catch?”

“There is none. Don’t ever come near me or my wife again, and the wristband and your freedom are yours.”

“Belle said she wanted to see me more often.”

“She will get over it.”

Killian huffed. “Fine. You will give me the wristband and I will leave tomorrow, never to return. But I am not responsible for Belle's actions.”

And so he did. After a drawn-out goodbye and some tears on Belle’s side, Rumpelstiltskin kept his promise and teleported him to the busy streets of the Enchanted Forest’s main harbour. Of course, Killian landed in a pile of rotten fish, on purpose no doubt. After quietly cursing, he climbed out of the pile and started walking, not even bothering to wipe himself off. It would wash out in the sea anyway. It didn’t take him long to reach the cove where he met Ariel. He figured that having a tail would take some getting used to, and he was not planning on doing that in view of the entire harbour.

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Emma followed her mother, surprised. Queen Snow seemed extraordinarily excited, and it was nothing for her to keep a secret. The previous two visits they had had were well-prepared, and she had been briefed extensively on who the guests were, why they were visiting and how to behave. This impromptu visit was very strange. She wondered who it could be. Maybe Ruby had returned from her trip. No, that would not count as a visitor. Who else could it be? Had someone shown up and claimed to be her best friend from before? Was it an ex? A sudden horror overtook her. What if it was Neal, claiming to be her boyfriend?

“Who is it, mom?” she asked again, but to no avail.

“You will see!” was the only answer she got. They turned and after greeting the stationed guards Snow White opened the small door that led to the back of the throne room. Emma followed her, still wondering who their guest might be.

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Turned out his hunch had been correct. Swimming was not that difficult, but steering was. Without Ariel's help - given through wheezing laughs as Killian swam smack-dab into the seafloor on multiple occasions - he was sure he would still be practising a month from now. Having only one rather than two lower limbs was surprisingly difficult, and breathing underwater was strange, to say the least. And, without her help, he would never have been able to reach the castle. But the struggles had been worth it, Killian considered, as he saw the blonde mermaid appear behind one of the thrones in front of him. She looked around, confused, and ready to ask her mother next to her something when her eye fell on him. He had never once in his life saw a princess, or anyone for that matter, look this surprised in his entire life. He had to admit, the change was quite drastic. Instead of a human pair of legs, he now sported a long, black, shining tail with waving thin fins, and instead of his usual captain’s coat, he was now only wearing a white, see-through shirt. He was struggling to float whilst staying upwards, and he spread his arms a little to regain his balance. Suddenly, a force hit him and he was toppled upside down. But after he felt familiar lips touch his mouth, he knew he really did not mind.

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Emma looked in total shock at the man – merman – in front of her. It was Killian, but it wasn’t. It was Killian with a tail. And he looked incredibly handsome. “But- How?” she whispered, and her mother, still next to her, answered.

“He has a magical wristband, one of only two that exist! A very talented merwitch made them, a long time ago. It grants the wearer the ability to switch between a tail and legs.” Emma nodded, but the words didn’t fully register in her mind. Then, Killian opened his arms to gain balance and Emma sped towards him, into his arms, pressing her lips on his. He was here, with her, as a merman. He was safe. He came back to her.

“I love you,” she whispered. 

“I love you too,” he answered.

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Years and years later, many tales were told about the remarkable King and Queen of Atlantia. The Queen, everyone knew, was kidnapped as a child and not found until years later. The King, it was rumoured, used to be a human, a Pirate Captain, the most fearsome of the Seven Seas and beyond, until he met the princess and returned her to her parents. Their rule was long, kind and fruitful, and was known for the many good relationships built between man and merkind. And, rumour has it, when it storms on your birthday, you might just meet your own true love.

#ouat #ouat au #ouat ff #cs au #cs ff #emma swan #mermaid!emma #killian jones #mermaid!killian #snow white #mermaid!snow #mysterious fathoms below #q #onceuponadisneyqueue #reposting

[theonceoverthinker]

A Winter’s Snowball (CS Role Reversal)

Summary: It’s unusual for love to be in the air just outside of a ball meant to inspire it, but that’s how the Charming family has always worked, hasn’t it?

AO3             Fanfiction.net

A/N: Hello, OUAT fandom! It’s great to be back, and just in time for the @csrolereversal!

What? Did you think you’d get rid of me so easily? As if! 

AND LOOK AT THE AMAZING ARTWORK THAT INSPIRED THIS, YA’AL!!! ALL of the props in the world to my super awesome artist, @clockadile. Clockykins, what can I even say? I love this artwork. It’s an incredible mix of the classic Captain Swan aesthetics as well something so new and fun! The watercolors are gorgeous, and give off this amazing fairy tale feeling that works so well with all things OUAT! It really helped me to make this piece the quirky thing that it is.

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If there was one thing that Snow White was more certain of than anything in regards to her daughter, it was that she did things her own way. It’s what Snow loved about Emma the most -- Emma was hardly the ambiguous type, always upfront with her feelings and at-the-ready to follow her gut and her heart. 

David joked that it was something the two of them had in common, and Snow wholeheartedly and unashamedly agreed with the sentiment, proud of all that it entailed, especially because in so many respects, they truly were different in so many other things. 

For instance, they had different approaches to their kingdom’s grandest of celebrations.

Balls were fun for Snow and David -- remarkable events with elegant dances, decadent food, and encounters from all over the kingdoms of the world that brought with them memories the attendants would have for life. Rooms came alive as conversation, lights, and music beamed all throughout their castle. Snow was positively invigorated by everything about them, from the planning phase to the final bits of cleaning the castle’s halls up.

However, while they were fun for Snow, they weren’t so much for Emma, as she was often one to tell them. It wasn’t that she hated her dresses, the idea of dancing, or even the socializing -- quite the contrary in those respects, since she loved those things at times where balls weren’t being held. 

No, what she disliked was actually what Snow loved the most -- the grandeur of it all. Emma compared balls in their castle to what would happen if an entire circus or bazaar was shoved into their dining room, calling it “too much to handle at once.” In her defense, she wasn’t wrong. Balls could serve as courtship openings, family reunions, dances, and managerial work all at once.

Oh well, not every daughter was like her parents. She supposed it couldn’t be helped.

At least Emma was like her where it counted.

That’s the conclusion Snow reached upon seeing Emma playing in the snow of all things from the balcony, in any case.

While Snow loved balls with all of her heart, even she wasn’t about to say no to a short break from one after a few hours, and few spots in the castle served better to hide away in during those breaks than the balcony just outside the ballroom. It was private enough where she could get a moment to herself, yet close enough to the festivities that if she was needed, she could be there within moments. And the view from this balcony in particular was simply gorgeous. Their castle was blessed with a luscious garden, and while the snowfall that started this morning and persisted until the start of the ball had covered the lovely bushes of flowers there, it left the ground with a beautiful blanket of snow amidst the garden’s many arches and gazebos that was quite the sight to take in all the same, and much of it was captured so well by that balcony’s vantage point.

Snow had spent a few minutes there by herself, enjoying both the quiet that now surrounded her and the cold and crisp nighttime air. It was so peaceful there that if not for the ball inside, she’d have been content spending the entire evening out there.

But all of the sudden, that placid atmosphere was interrupted when she heard a sound from down below.

It was a man’s yelp.

Immediately, Snow’s attention moved to the previously peaceful ground.

Her speedy reaction was rewarded when she saw a young man emerge from below the balcony, now hurrying across the formerly clean landscape. 

“Y-your Majesty!” he cried, his right hand massaging his shoulder where a bright spot on his otherwise dark navy jacket appeared to be.

And then she heard a second, quite unorthodox sound.

It was her daughter’s voice.

“For the last time, Killian, it’s Emma!” Emma barked through a chortle. Something then flew from her form to his, something small, and something fast, but something Snow also couldn’t quite see -- that is, until it hit him in the chest.

Yes, the man -- Killian -- filled in the remaining blanks of her sight with another yelp.

“Bloody hell, that’s cold!” he shouted, as what was clearly now a snowball made contact with the space just above his ribs.

“Not used to the winter?” Emma asked, the hand that held her snowball now resting against her hip.

“Not at all,” Killian answered, seemingly coming down from the chill that the snowball birthed in him. “My work tends to keep me in warmer climates.”

It made sense, now that Snow thought on it. The way he was dressed spoke of a military profession, and if Snow remembered correctly from his introduction alongside his brother earlier in the evening, he was a lieutenant.

Hmm. A princess and a lieutenant -- how unorthodox. 

Snow wasn’t surprised though -- after all, this was her daughter.

And they looked cute together.

“But,” Killian continued, “I will say, though the winters here are merciless, they are indeed beautiful all the same, just as you are, Your Highness.”

Instinctively, Snow’s hand shot to her mouth.

Killian seemed to instantly tell what he has done wrong as well, as a sound -- not of any existing tongue, but one that could only come from the worst of realizations -- left his mouth not three seconds after he addressed Emma.

Bless this young man’s heart -- Snow knew he was quite earnest and liked him already, but she knew her daughter well, a Emma was never one for royal titles.

“I-I!” Killian started saying, trying to cover up his tracks.

But Emma crouched to the ground and rolled up another snowball, clearly not about to let him get away with it.

“Looks like the lesson hasn’t sunken in yet,” Emma said, seemingly very excited about what was to come once more. “Good thing you like the winters here, because here’s another taste of them.”

Killian tried to catch the snowball with his hands, but was woefully unprepared for Emma’s speed. After all, lieutenant or not, no one could compare in a snowball fight to the girl who cornered her own father when she was only nine.

And so another snowball hit him, this time square in the chest. Another followed seconds later, just above Killian’s right bicep. A third hit just seconds after that, this time on his left knee. 

Despite every part of her upbringing telling her she shouldn’t Snow couldn’t help but laugh as she watched the scene before it. 

“Emma, Emma, Emma!” Killian yelled. “That’s your name! I promise to Poseidon that that’s all I’ll ever call you from now until my dying days! As far as I’m to ever concern myself with, the only name you go by is Emma! Will that suffice?”

Snow could hear her daughter chuckle as she approached Killian.

“Well,” she said, “when you put it like that, how can I say no?”

Killian’s breathing was so loud that Snow could hear it from the balcony, but while it was heavy, the last thing she expected to see was him fall to the ground from exhaustion.

That made it all the more startling when that’s exactly what happened.

“Killian!” Emma cried, her tone quickly shifting from lighthearted to worries as she now ran over to help him. Snow covered her mouth, now in freight, not daring to utter so much as a call in their direction out of fear of distracting Emma from aiding him.

This man -- he seemed so healthy. There was no way he could just collapse like this, could he?

Then again, Snow knew more than most just how powerful diseases could be in this world. It was certainly possible, and especially in this kind of weather.

Killian was right -- this weather was indeed merciless. But hopefully, it would make an exception this one time.

As Emma was checking on Killian’s situation, that’s what Snow prayed for.

Thankfully, with Emma’s help, it seemed like Killian could at least stand. Snow sighed in solace as she watched them rise from the ground, snowflakes sticking to their clothes, imprinting themselves onto them like fingerprints to a blade. 

Few things were ever as much of a relief as seeing someone come through a scare like that. And though she cared for Killian’s fate, Snow was especially relieved for Emma’s sake. The guilt of feeling like one caused the death or even pain of another was something Snow would never even wish on her most vicious of enemies, let alone her own daughter. Words couldn’t begin to say how good it felt to know that Emma wouldn’t feel that way tonight.

“Thank you, Emma,” Killian said, just barely audible enough for Snow to hear. “I’ve worked with strong sailors before, but you’ve quite the powerful throwing -- and apparently, lifting -- arms on you.”

“And don’t you forget it,” Emma retorted, smiling and winking all the while.

Killian slowly stood back from her, as if testing his balance after his fall. Fortunately, he looked to be stable enough standing on his own, another relief in a moment filled with them. He and Emma smiled at each other, and Snow relaxed her elbows upon the balcony’s edge.

“I promise you I shan’t again.”

Emma turned and looked out towards the rest of the snowy garden, possibly in search of a bench or something they could sit down on.

Snow was tempted to call out to them and see if Killian needed any further assistance as opposed to letting him linger on outside in the cold, but before she could, she saw something in Killian’s right hand. It was obstructed by the night’s sky, but she knew what it was.

Oh, Emma!

Killian smirked. “But,” he continued, “I’ve quite the strong arms myself, and one thing you ought to know is that there’s only one thing a man can say after enduring an attack like that -- revenge is a dish best served cold!”

And with that last sentence, a muted snowball flung through the air and landed right in the middle of Emma’s back.

It was now Emma’s turn to yelp, and yelp, she did.

“Eep!” she screamed, jumping forward, only to trip and land face first into the snow. 

Snow covered her mouth again, though unlike the previous times, she was unsure if it was out of shock, amusement, fear -- for Killian’s sake, that was -- or all three.

“You sneak! You planned that!” Emma shouted.

Killian’s smile had grown into a smirk so large, it bordered on a grin.

“Aye, love. Charming though you may be, I can’t let you get away with your crimes so easily.”

Despite Killian’s retaliation, Emma met it with a smirk as she got up and wiped the snow away, half shocked and half cocky. 

“Something you ought to know, Killian -- Charming is my father, not me. I’m more of the vengeful type too. So trust me when I say you’re going to PAY for that!” 

“Assuming you can hit me again,” Killian cheekily retorted, now smirking at her as he rolled another snowball into his grip. Snow realized as he did so that one of his hands was fake, but he was so adept at it that she hadn’t even noticed it. She wondered if Emma did. “Looks like I’m adapting quite well to these winters, aren’t I?”

“I’d say so, but let’s put it to the test, shall we?”

“Ready whenever you are, Emma.”

Emma said nothing, simply crouching down to grab another snowball of her own.

And then, the fight began. 

Killian took off running, making sharp turns as he ran through the gardens, with Emma hot on his tail. The garden’s smaller space kept the game exciting, and kept them close to each other the whole time. 

Snow had a feeling they liked it that way.

She certainly did. 

For minutes on end, Snow watched them run around, laughing as their various snowballs hit and missed each other without reason or rhyme. It was so exciting to watch that she had completely let the time fly away from her, perhaps for too long given her role at this ball.

And someone took notice of her absence.

“Sn-o-ow?” David called in a sing-song fashion, walking out from behind the curtain onto the balcony, and gently pulling Snow close to him. “I was wondering where you went off to. And where’s Emma? It’s almost time for desser-.”

The finale of that sentence never came, as David grew quiet upon looking out into the expanse of the garden below them, clearly realizing what he was now bearing witness to.

As David studied the two of them, Snow eyed him warily. It was always impossible to tell how David would take things regarding Emma’s love life, and especially under such unconventional circumstances, even Snow was at a loss for how he would react.

After a pregnant pause that followed his glance at Emma and Killian, David looked to Snow, and then back to them, and then back to Snow.

“Are they having a snowball fight?” he finally asked, more confused than any other emotion Snow could so much as hope to discern from him.

“Yes, they are, David,” she answered, careful to keep pride and support in her tone.

David nodded. “Okay. Just wanted to check.”

Then, his reaction came out, and in a way Snow never expected it would -- he smiled.

“You know,” Snow said, positively beaming from his reaction, “when I pictured our daughter falling in love, I probably should’ve considered that beating whoever it was over the head with something was a possibility.”

“You didn’t?!” David cried, mock surprise littered in his voice.

Snow playfully smacked David’s chest, but settled back into his embrace not five seconds later.

“At least the snow won’t leave a scar, unlike the one my lovely Snow did,” he continued.

Feigning shock, Snow turned from him, her mouth agape and a hand to her collarbone. “Are you trying to get kicked out of this ball? Because if you are, know that you’re going to have a far worse time outside than they are if you do.”

David kissed her temple.

“No, I know my wife. She would never kick me out of a ball, and if she did, I would just take her with me.”

Snow chuckled as she once more snuggled up to David and looked out at Emma and Killian in the garden. 

“Do you think we could take them in a snowball fight?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” David answered. “We’re the ones that taught Emma to throw a snowball in the first place.”

“That may be so, but she’s better at it than you.”

David scoffed, though his smile betrayed him. “She got lucky once, and you two have never let me live it down since then. I could take her.”

“He’s good, too. You should’ve seen him get the jump on Emma earlier.”

“Whose side are you on?!” David teased, nudging Snow.

“I’m just being realistic!”

The two of them broke down in laughter, watching as Emma and Killian came together in much the same way.

A powerful gust of wind brought Snow’s attention back to the fact that outside of their little bubble, there was still a ball going on, one they were needed at more than they were on this balcony.

Snow sighed as she sadly looked at David, who was already giving her the same look she knew she herself carried. Balls were wonderful, but she was starting to understand why Emma found herself able to ignore them so easily in favor of having such a wonderful time outside.

From atop the balcony, Snow could see Emma snuggle into Killian’s side, nuzzling her face into an unmarred part of his uniform for warmth while his arms surrounded her. Despite that chill, they looked so warm together.

Still, all it took was another gust to remind Snow that while it was lovely outside, it was indeed cold, and these winters were gorgeous, but intense all the same.

“We should make sure they come inside,” Snow said. She didn’t know how she’d broach the topic, especially since it meant revealing that they’d been watching the two of them for however long they’d all been out here.

Thankfully, before Snow needed to put too much effort into it, David beat her to the punch, at last breaking the silence between the two couples for the first time.

“Hey, guys!” he shouted.

Never before had David seen two people stop what they were doing faster than Emma and Killian as they jumped apart from their embrace and straightened their postures to face David. It was almost enough to make Snow keel over in laughter.

David smirked. 

“They’re serving cake now, and it’s going fast,” he continued. David then turned to Killian. “The first thing you should know about Emma is that she cannot ever be held back from her desserts without serious repercussions.”

The smirk dissolved into a smile, one that grew as he saw the tension drop in both of their shoulders. Emma smiled at him, moving closer to Killian once more.

Killian let himself smile as well.

“Well, in that case, we shall be right up!” he called out. “Can’t have Emma going without a slice. She has too good of an aim to chance the consequences.”

Emma started laughing, a laugh that Snow recognized well. It was a laugh that spoke of such happiness, such hope, and Snow couldn’t be happier to hear it. 

From below them, Emma and Killian made a start for the nearest entrance back into the castle, and while Snow and Charming came back into the ball, Snow made a point to request to one of the servants that a set of matching towels be brought to the door closest to the garden. And while the servant gave her a look, all Snow could do was smile and shrug.

After all, her daughter did things her own way, and as it turns out, so could she.

#ouat #once upon a time #captain swan #cs #emma swan #killian jones #cs role reversal #csrr

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Mistakes from the past- Killian Jones/Captain Hook X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Killian Jones/Captain Hook X Fem!Reader

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Warnings: none really

Summary: Killian and the reader were in a relationship before the curse. They split up and when they meet again in storybrooke he finds out he has a daughter.

A/N: This is gonna be my attempt at writing a short series. I’m awful at writing series but I feel like this prompt deserves to be done properly and that requires dividing it into parts. Ps, as I said, I’m not that far into the show, I know he technically has two daughters already but lets assume this story doesn’t take place in that storyline. This is my own plot and storyline so I’m making up shit as I go. As I said with my previous Killian shots, I’m only trying to have fun here so if I say something wrong dont quote me on it, just enjoy the Killian content.

Also, I know the timeline of this storyline (my storyline) won’t correlate with the ouat timeline because if im not mistaken, Killian was in Neverland the majority of time before the curse after Milah died. And he only went to the enchanted forest a little bit before the curse. (I’m probably wrong but that’s what I’ve seen so far) Butttt for this, let’s say there was this year or so where he wasn’t in Neverland roughly about 6 years before the curse happened. So that’s when his relationship with Y/n happened. And this also takes place about a year or so after the curse was broken (around season 2, but not the same storyline ) because that’s around the time Killian got to storybrooke. Just clarifying, I know timelines in ouat tend to be confusing like that.

(you are here), part 2

The ever so subtle sound of wind blew in through your open window, refreshing your bedroom with the chilly Maine breeze. If it wasn’t for the rays of sunlight that sneaked their way into your bedroom you would’ve sworn it was still dawn as you were so deep into slumber. Though, such bliss was soon cut short by the sound of subtle and short footsteps making it’s way into your bedroom. You felt an extra weight on your bed as the spot next to you sunk with the weight of a small child.

“Mommy wake up!” You heard the giggly voice of your 6 year-old daughter, Anastasia Grace. Exhaling deeply into your pillow, you clutched it in your arm tightly as your muscles clenched before you allowed your muscles to relax again. Upon opening your eyes, you were met with your daughter’s ocean blue eyes. They were so innocent and pure; so intense and full of life. They were nearly as intense as his..

Sighing softly, you brought your body up into a sitting position, allowing the small child to find herself a spot on your lap. Smiling, you ran your fingers through her raven locks as you looked down at her. Pressing a kiss to her small forehead, you carefully moved her off your lap so you could get out of bed.

Stretching your full body, a soft groan escaped your lips as your muscles clenched once again and a yawn left your lips immediately after. “Morning baby. How did my little princess sleep?” You asked your daughter as she climbed out of bed followed you to your bathroom like a lost puppy. Giggling, she followed you in and out of your bathroom and out to your kitchen. You listened to her constant rambling and giggles as she retold the dream she had the previous night. As per every morning, she retold her recurring dream where she met her nameless father and you were all a happy family. Needless to say, she didn’t have what most people called a father figure, sure she had you. You were her mother and father and that was all she needed. But there was this empty void you couldn’t fill no matter how hard you tried. And it truly broke your heart to see her so excitedly talk about a nameless man she knew nothing about and so desperately wanted to know. But that wasn’t entirely your fault, of course it wasn’t. It was his.

Sighing, you tried to shake those thoughts off mind as you looked through the fridge. Well.. It was time to do groceries. Turning around to look at Anastasia, who was patiently sitting on the dining table with a coloring book, you closed the fridge and clapped your hands together, “How about we get some breakfast at granny’s?” A wide, cheeky smile made it’s way to her lips as she nodded excitedly.

“Granny’s it is,” You smiled as you grabbed her tiny hand into yours and led her upstairs to her bedroom, “Go get dressed while I take a quick shower, okay baby?” She nodded quickly and scurried off to her room. You watched as she skipped happily, giggles filling the atmosphere. Despite only being you, you couldn’t be happier to have her in your life, even if the circumstances weren’t the best. And she was your reminder that it should only be you and her. And there was no room for anyone else in your lives.

~~~~~~~~

Upon arriving at Granny’s, you were happy to see that Emma, Mary Margaret and Henry were also having breakfast. Anastasia was quick to run to their booth, letting her presence to be known. “Look who we got here. How’s our little princess doing?” Mary Margaret said with a smile as Anastasia ran to her first. Her and Emma also looked at you, smiling in your direction. You returned the gesture, taking the spot next to Mary Margaret.

“Morning.” You sighed softly, with a little bit of weariness on your tone. Upon noticing such, Emma gestured to Henry.

“Hey kid, why don’t you watch over Annie for a little bit? She hasn’t seen your for a minute.” She gestured to Henry, giving him a look and a half smile he probably understood. Henry happily complied, moving off the booth and grabbing Annie’s hand, leading her outside. Once the minors were far enough, both Emma and Mary Margaret turned to look at you with concerned eyes.

“What is it now Y/N? Did she ask again?” Mary Margaret spoke first. They were both mostly aware of your predicament when it came to Anastasia’s father. They didn’t know who he was exactly, nobody did. You choose to keep it that way for both yours and your daughter’s sake. But they knew just enough to be aware of how delicate the topic was.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you nodded shortly, “Yeah.. She just kept telling me about her dream and how she met him and how happy we all were.. Together.” You chuckled bitterly at that word. He probably had no idea what that word even meant.

“I know we’ve been over this Y/N, but, why don’t you try finding him? I mean its been, well, years, I’m sure if you talked to him now he would reconsider it.” Emma said, with a shrug. You scoffed, shaking your head with an eye roll. That would be the reasonable thing to do for most people. But he wasn’t like most people. With him, that’s the last thing you would ever do.

“You out of all people should know why I don’t want to do that. Did you look for Henry’s dad when you gave birth or when you found Henry again? No. So, for that exact reason you didn’t, I’m not going to.”

“I mean c'mon Y/N. He can’t be that bad, right?” Emma tried to argue. You exchanged looks of disbelief between Emma and Mary Margaret, who seemed to agree with Emma. You chuckled bitterly and shook your head. They had no idea who they were talking about.

“Okay so, take Henry’s dad, then multiply that by a thousand, that’s Anastasia’s father. We don’t need, nor want him in our lives. He would only hurt us. Cause that’s what he does best.” You frowned slightly as you took a sip of the coffee you had order, downing the small taste of bitterness the topic of him left down your throat. They both gave you looks of sympathy. Looks of pity even. “Besides,” You continued, “he’s not even in storybrooke. He wasn’t in the enchanted forest when the curse hit, I know that. And let’s hope for both our sakes, he never steps a foot on this town.”

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Killian stood on the sidewalk, in front of what he assumed was some sort of dinning. He looked around the unfamiliar town, trying to grow accustomed to the unknown land. Though, his attention was drawn into something or more like someone tugging at the end of his leather coat. Upon looking down he was met with a small child. Interesting..

“Yes child? Are you lost?” Killian asked the little girl in front of him with confusion lacing through his tone. He didn’t know much about children, but he did know children didn’t interact with strangers unless they were lost. Perhaps things were differently on this foreign land.. Still, his confusion only grew bigger when she.. smiled? When she smiled at him and shook her head. “Very well, do I know you then? Because I certainly would recall meeting a little girl like you.. And that I don’t.”

“I know you! You’re that man on my mom’s drawer. I remember you!” She exclaimed. Killian’s confusion only grew bigger by the minute. Nothing this child said made any sense to him. He was debating whether he should just walk away and dismiss this whole situation. That seemed like the reasonable thing to do. He, however, chose to humor the young girl. He slowly nodded and he crouched down to meet her intense blue eyes with his own. For a moment there, but only for a brief moment, the look in her eyes reminded him of someone.. But that couldn’t be, of course not..

“Is that so?” Killian made a humming sound, making her nod. “Well, so tell me sweetheart, how exactly am I on your mother’s drawer?”

“In an old picture! You’re with her and you’re wearing funny clothes!” She giggled at the thought then pointed to his own very, peculiar pirate looking attire. “Like those!”

Killian cocked his eyebrow in thought. Who could she possibly be talking about? Surely, it wasn’t someone from Neverland much less the Island he stayed in during the curse.. A certain someone did come to mind at the mention though, but that just couldn’t be.. There was no way.. The chances of her being in storybrooke with a child were little to none.

There was only one way to find out. “What’s your name little girl?”

“Anastasia Grace L/N.” Killian’s eyes grew a bit wide. That last name.. He knew it all to well. But no, that couldn’t be. There were countless amounts of people with that same last name. It could just merely be a coincidence. Right?

Killian took a deep breath and dared to ask the definitive question. “What’s your mother’s name?”

“Y/N L/N.”

Killian’s jaw dropped ten feet under grown and his eyes grew the size of the moon. There was no way. That couldn’t be.. It couldn’t be her.. Out of all people, it had to be her..

Standing up to his full height, Killian ran a hand through his raven hair and sighed exasperatedly. Well.. There was only one thing he could do at that point.

“Can you take me to your mother? There’s an important matter I need to discuss with her.” With a small giggle, Anastasia nodded and grabbed his hand. Hesitantly, Killian took her tiny hand into his and allowed her to lead him inside the dining. There he saw someone he thought he would never have the luck to see again.

“Y/N.”

Part 2

《As I said this is the first part of what will be a short series. Know that I had to rewrite the second half of this one three times because it wouldn’t save properly. This last one didn’t turned out exactly how I wanted to, but I really hope you enjoyed it. Part 2 will be up in a few days at most》

#killian jones imagine #killian x reader #killian jones x reader #killian jones #captain hook #captain hook imagine #captain hook x reader #once upon a time #one shot #ouat #ouat imagine #imagine #x reader