#OUAT S3 fanfic

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

A Year Without (7/?)

Summary: After the curse returns Killian to the Enchanted Forest, he struggles to acclimate to his old life and his old ways. When a bird with a letter and memory potion arrives on his ship, he accepts the challenge to find Emma and help her save her family. Getting to Emma won't be easy and will cost him dearly, but what choice does he have when he cannot go a day without memories of her haunting him?

A03 | CH  1  |   2  |   3  |  4  |  5  |  6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  | CUTS

Day 194

"Lady Bell," Hook spoke into the emptiness of his quarters. She could be anywhere in the realm, so he tried to keep busy while he waited, listening carefully for any indication she would answer his summons. 

He set out two lowball glasses, pouring a generous amount of rum into them both. He arranged the chairs, so it would be clear to Tink that this was a business request and not another clumsy proposition. 

He owed her some apologies for attempting to forget another woman in her arms when she'd first arrived in Storybrooke. His jaw clenched as he worried that she hadn't answered yesterday's summons and likely would not answer tonight's due to that little encounter. 

Hook let out a resigned sigh and settled into his chair, furthest from the one he'd pulled out for Tink and closest to his bed. He propped his feet on the low cabinets, boots crossed, as he gazed out the windows. Despite himself, he knew he was looking for any hint of bright green light to indicate that Tink had received and accepted his request. 

Only the stars were twinkling in the night sky before him. 

He refilled his glass and nursed the heavily-spiced rum while he continued his fruitless sentinelling. His thoughts drifted as the liquor began to spread through his body, cheeks flushing and limbs relaxing. 

He pulled her into him, his hook low on her hip and his hand twisted in her hair. He'd made the motion confidently, despite his pulse pounding in his ears. Yet, she hadn't pulled back. She'd complied, more really, eagerly stepping into his touch. She'd still had the slightest hint of rum on her tongue from his flask. Every sip of rum since served as a reminder and a disappointment. 

"Pensive tonight, aren't you?" a bright voice almost sang from behind him, shattering his thoughts around him and dragging him into the present. 

"Lady Bell," Hook stood, turning to face her. 

"Good evening, Hook." Tinkerbell replied, "I've heard all kinds of interesting stories about your return." She cocked her head, openly studying him as if she could determine which stories were true by observing him. 

"You've got your wings back," Hook replied.

"You called me here."

"Aye."

"So, you knew that I'd gotten my wings back."

"I had hoped," he began.

"Well, isn't that something?" Tink interrupted with a knowing smile. She gestured to the untouched glass on the table, "is that a bribe?" 

"Actually, I had wanted to ask if you'd be able to assist with something," he confessed, as he reach to scratch behind his ear.

Tink shot him a suspicious look, lips pursed and eyes filled with warning. But, she waited for him to continue.

"I need passage into the Fae lands." His words sounded more like a confession than a request. He watched as the annoyance faded into confusion before she settled on mildly curious.

"Why?" 

"I am on the trail of Captain Sparrow's lost treasure."

Her eyes narrowed, "why?"

"It is treasure, love. And, I am a pirate." 

"You're asking to enter the lands of the Fae. Which is it, Hook? Revenge or love?" she studied him, once more. 

"Oh, I see," she murmured. 

His only response was a raised eyebrow and a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Day 200

"Here?" Hook asked, scanning the sea around him - for that is all there was, water. Everywhere he looked, only the curve of the horizon met his eye. No waves breaking in a new pattern, no hazy change in colour, no shadows in the water to hint at land. "You know this for certain?" 

Tink sighed, but kept her eyes focused ahead, "The lands are glamoured and warded. Did you think I stayed because I enjoy your company?"

"Most women do," he said, voice deeper. She knew if she turned to face him, he'd have a flirtatious smirk plastered on his face. She also knew that his eyes would give him away for the pretender he was. 

She'd read on his face everything he'd not said that first evening. He was traipsing into these dangerous lands and risking his life for love. She hadn't figured out how he thought the fabled treasure would reunite him with Emma Swan, but she had no doubt this was a gamble, a desperate one at that, to see her again. 

She shook her head since he could not see her eye roll and focused on taking down the wards to allow their passage.

"Keep moving forward," she directed him. 

"Aye," he replied, the teasing stripped from his voice. 

A comfortable quiet settled between them as they worked, her untangling the wards and him keeping the ship sailing toward land he could not see.

“Bloody…,” Hook said under his breath, as vibrant blue and green cliffs rose out of the water, blocking the horizon on either side of the ship, the sea squeezed, winding out of sight between them.  

The wind suddenly changed course, causing the Jolly Roger to jerk viciously in his grasp. He gave her a moment to adjust to the new waters, to get comfortable with the sudden and strange winds in her sails, and to settle between the land, pressing heavily on them from both sides, before he firmly took hold of the wheel to guide her the centre of the straight and continued to navigate her toward the dangers lurking in the heart of the Fae Lands.

Day 201

Hook hadn’t traded his long coat for court finery. But, he’d polished his boots until they would have passed inspection in his navy days. He may mingle among the fae lords tonight; but, he didn’t want those around him to forget the reputation he’d earned as a dangerous pirate captain.

The court was grand, but his eyes were drawn to the others in attendance at tonight’s soiree. Gowns spun from the petals of night blooming flowers, dark vests embroidered with thread spun from fallen stars, the fae themselves were achingly beautiful. 

"For strength," Tink handed him a glass filled with a sparkling yellow liquid from a nearby table. She raised a matching glass toward him before emptying the contents in one long sip.

He took a measured sip of the sweet drink as he followed Tink. Instantly, he was filled with a lightness that he hadn’t felt since before his brother died. After a second sip, his thoughts became dreamlike, the fairy spirit quickly spreading through his body. 

Tink made an introduction between the pirate and the fae lord. Hook bowed his head at the high ranking fairy, the movement tilting the world a bit. When he returned his gaze to the fae, he was vaguely aware the creature was speaking to him about Sparrow. 

He narrowed his eyes to focus on the words the fae was certainly directing at him. 

You know, Jack's compass is meant to point you directly to the desire of your heart.

The words seems to slide away, Hook heard the sounds leaving the fae but could not grasp at the words. He sipped at the sweet drink, frustration leaving his body instantly. 

Hook saw a streak of curls the colour of sunlight in the corner of his gaze. He turned, eyes darting, to find the woman that hair belonged to, but he could not find the curls again.

Tink murmured for him to slow his drinking as she lead him into a conversation with a new member of the court. The translucent wings warping the scene behind the fairy like a kaleidoscope. Hook watched, transfixed. 

He heard his name upon her lips, not Hook, but his name spoken in her beautiful voice. He knew that she would not call him Killian, but his heart raced at how lovely it sounded. She wasn't here, he needed to calm down, he took another sip of the drink. His heart stopped hammering; he felt calm again. 

Was that a new fae? He would have noted the twisted purple and silver horns, surely.  Jack was a clever pirate. He has treasures hidden in the most delightfully devious places. 

A feather soft tail brushed his cheeks, his lips, a musical voice spoke words that seemed to move around him. 

The creature of past, present, future would be the only one who can help.

The music was captured his attention, the melody euphoric. He'd never felt such levity at the pluck of strings. He heard her laugh, carefree and loudly. A laugh he’d never heard but dreamt of one day pulling from her. 

He finished his drink. She was everywhere.

Yet, he didn't find her until sleep claimed him that night.

Day 202

“You will have to go to the glade on your own, but you have been granted one question for one memory.”

Hook grimaced, “it wouldn’t happen to be one I wished to forget.”

Tink frowned back at him before confirming what he already knew, “it’ll be your most precious memory. You won’t even know it is gone; which is final cruelty and mercy. There won’t be a gap or dream that you just cannot restore, but you will never have known the comfort and peace of whichever moment they devour.”

Hook’s jaw muscles twitched, as he marched forward alone into the glade. He stepped through the trees, the land gently sloping before him and the trees closing tightly behind him as he passed. 

The air stopped moving, the birdsong suddenly muted, as he walked toward the unnatural, dense fog suspended before him. He took a bracing breath before stepping into the heavy, grey wall.

He stepped forward, prepared to be soaked through by the moisture in the fog. The air was cold, as expected, but dry. He shook his head and scoffed, “of course.”

Before him was the fae creature that he sought. Past, present, and future wrapped in one skin. The creature was much like the alder trees he’d stepped through, pale with papery skin with spotted with lichen. 

Orange eyes, uninterrupted by black pupils, peered out at him from a face with elongated features. “What you seek will require a price that you may not wish to pay.”

“I know the cost.”

The creature chuckled, dry and crackling as autumn leaves, “you think us cruel for requiring a mere memory from you, yet that will not be the loss for which you suffer.”

The cryptic words were meant to tempt and distract him from the one question for which he’d bartered. “I am not here to ask for my future.”

“No, you sought us out for information on an ancient compass. A compass that leads one to their heart’s desire. A compass that is lost to time, lost to the realms, but nothing is lost to us, is it dear?” They were mocking him, face twisted in cruel smiles while they spoke.

“Stop your games. Tell me, how will I recover Jack Sparrow’s compass?” He demanded. 

“Ooh, this one wants to bite us,” they teased, “Remove your hand from that hilt, you wouldn’t want us to feel threatened.”

He clenched his jaw tightly, forcing himself into a more relaxed stance, hand pulled away from his cutlass. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, biting his lip to prevent the question from falling from his lips again. Even if he managed to word it exactly the same, it would still be a second question, an unknown price to pay. 

“Clever, Pirate,” they spat at him, “how much longer will that disguise suit you? Does it chafe?” They moved closer with every question, their branch-like nose brushing against his cheek, the last words whispered in his ear, “knowing you aren’t the man that you were?”

He didn’t move, their annoyance meant he was close to getting the answer he needed. He didn’t answer; he didn’t breathe.

“The compass, then,” they snapped, “it has been lost in the sands of a city that has fallen and risen again. A kingdom that belongs to the sea, once more."

“That was not the question, creature.” 

They hissed at him, “you forget yourself.”

“You have forgotten our agreement,” he stepped forward, hand returned to his hilt. 

They retreated, orange eyes watching him carefully. 

"You will uncover the compass following what you seek in the city that has been lost,” they bared their teeth at him as he chewed over their words, “they will collect their payment, now, pirate who is more than a pirate.”

A long, thin finger, bent and gnarled, tapped his temple gently twice. 

Pain radiated from the spot, he grunted as he fell to his knees, eyes squeezed tight. He clutched at his head, hoping the pain would stop. It stopped as suddenly as it had begun, everything seemed to have gone completely still. He wasn’t certain which memory they had claimed from him, but the deed seemed to have been done as he left the glade.

But he’d never again recall the words, the melody, or his mum’s beautiful singing when she’d soothed him for the very last time.

TAGS: @kazoosandfannypacks @cosette141 @kmomof4

[cosette141]

While You Weren't Sleeping | OUAT fanfic oneshot

Author: cosette141

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Captain Swan

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Emma learns that Hook was a little less unconscious after their fight in the Enchanted Forest than he’d led her to believe. (tag to s3 ep The Jolly Roger)

AO3

(story under the cut!)

a/n: I personally still think that the s2 fight between Emma and Hook could have gone either way (one theory being that Emma actually won because Hook was being cocky, the other (more popular one) being Hook threw the fight because he didn’t want to hurt Emma).

I’m all for girl power so I love the idea of Emma having actually gotten the upper hand cause he was flirting too much lol and underestimated that Emma is a scrappy badass.

But this little story came along with the other theory, because I caught something Hook said in season 3. He tells Emma “Magic is a part of you, Swan. Don’t forget; I was there when Cora tried to steal your heart. I saw the power inside of you.” So, either this is a writing mistake, since he was supposed to be unconscious… or it was Hook’s flub, outing himself.

For the sake of this story, we’re going with the idea that Hook threw the fight, but I love both theories. :)

She found him where she knew she would; by the docks. And ever since seeing him again, though it’s been weeks since he woke her up in New York, she still felt a… something stir inside her at the sight of him. Something she’d felt at the town line, that might have prompted her to do something if they had been the only two people there. 

But that was a long time ago.

And everything after Walsh…

She knew she had… feelings… for Hook—Killian. 

However she didn’t yet know what to do about them. 

“Hey,” said Emma, trying to ignore that feeling when he looked her way. “I need you to watch Henry again.”

Hook grinned, but it was still a softer one than he used to have. 

Like this smile was one just for her. 

“If you wanted to get close to me, no need to use the lad as an excuse,” said Hook, smirking a little.

Emma very nearly rolled her eyes. “I’m not.” At least not entirely. “Regina is giving me a magic lesson,” she explained. “We think that the both of us combined should be strong enough to overpower Zelena.”

His features shifted into one of a little relief. “That’s about the best plan we’ve got yet.” he said with a grin.

“Yeah,” said Emma, biting her lip, feeling a little less confident than he seemed to feel about her. She had no idea how to handle her magic and she wasn’t sure one lesson was going to change that. 

“Don’t worry, Swan.” he said, the cunning slipping out of his expression, the look in his eyes shifting to something much more genuine. “Remember,” he said gently, “Magic is a part of you, Swan. Don’t forget I was there when Cora tried to steal your heart.” A change in his eyes, something like pride, like confidence , in her . “I saw the power inside of you.”

Emma smiled, a little heat touching her cheeks at the faith he had in her, nodding at his reassurance. Her magic was powerful, and that reminder did give her a little newfound faith in herself . 

But her expression halted, something shifting in her eyes, and then her eyes snapped back to his. 

Suspiciously. 

“How do you know that?” she asked, eyes locked onto his. “Cora told you?”

“She didn’t have to,” he said, his own brows kneading with genuine puzzlement. “I was there.” 

No…

“As I recall,” she said slowly, brows narrowing, “you were unconscious .” 

“I—“ It was only then he seemed to understand the direction her interrogation was heading, and he froze. Swallowing, he scratched behind his ear, saying, “—aye, yes, I was.”

He didn’t .

“Then how did you know I used magic to stop Cora?” she demanded, brow hitching up sharply. 

Hook swallowed again, eyes shifting to the ground before meeting hers. 

Lie.

Emma felt something heat up her chest. 

He did not .

“I—er, it only makes sense that’s how you—“ 

“ Hook .”

His eyes found hers. 

And then…

He grinned .

Like a child caught doing something they shouldn’t have. 

Emma’s jaw dropped. 

“I knocked you out!” she hissed.

“You knocked me down ,” he corrected, that amused grin lifting his lips into a crooked smile, and Emma suddenly wanted to smack it off. 

“Are you saying you let me win? ” growled Emma, voice hitching up an octave. 

“I’m saying,” he said, “I didn’t duck when you swung the compass at my head.”

Emma gaped at him. 

But it was there in his eyes. 

His stupid, cocky eyes. 

“I knocked you out,” whispered Emma. “You were being a cocky bastard, and I knocked you out .”

Hook winced a little. “I’ll admit to being the cocky bastard, but you know as well as I do that you didn’t.”

Emma stared him down, and he let her, and damnit he wasn’t lying. 

“But—“ began Emma.

“Swan,” he said, a little exasperatedly, “unless you’ve forgotten, I am a few centuries old. I’ve been a swordsman for hundreds of years, and you’d been one for all of five minutes.” At her narrowed eyes, he said, “Though I’ll admit, I did have quite the headache afterward.” 

Emma felt anger and a thread of humiliation course through her. 

He let her win?

He let her win?

She’d prided herself on that victory.

But something else snuck into her mind, a question that suddenly wouldn’t let her go.

She raised her eyes to Hook. “Why?”

The amusement slipped from his face. “What do you mean why?”

Emma’s anger faded. “I mean,” she said quietly, “why’d you let me win? It’s not like we were on the same side.”

His brows rose. “Emma,” he said, and it always shot a little chill down her spine when he chose to use her first name. “ Winning that fight would have meant either severely injuring or killing you.”

“So?”

He blinked. “What?”

“So?” repeated Emma. “At that point you were ‘done with me.’” She watched Hook wince at the words, and she suddenly realized he must have regretted saying them to her. “You risked your mission and Cora’s wrath for me? Why?”   

Hook hesitated. 

And Emma would never get over how strange, how rare it was to see him unsure. 

But he smiled, something soft, and he shifted her hair with his hook, like he’d done on the beanstalk. “Because I was never done with you, love.” Taking a breath, he said, “I still had the last Bean. I knew Cora and I could use it to get here, and you deserved to return to your son. I… simply couldn’t bring myself to prevent you.” He scratched behind his ear again. “And, love, I…” He swallowed. “I do apologize for the way I spoke to you that day.”

There was a touch of anguish in his eyes, and Emma found herself smiling. “You let me clock you in the face with a compass,” she said. “I think we’re even.”

He smiled too.

His eyes on her, he said, “Rest assured, love, that you are the strongest person I know.”

Emma rolled her eyes. 

His expression didn’t change. “I’m not placating you, Emma,” he said with a sort of gentle firmness. “I may have given you that fight that day, but Cora didn’t.” Emma felt herself pause, realizing that. “No one,” Hook went on, “in any of the realms had been able to defeat her, myself, Regina and the bloody Crocodile included.” He smiled. “So, trust me when I say that I’ve still yet to see you fail, and I know you will defeat Zelena.”

Emma felt herself smile. “Thanks, Killian.”  she said softly. 

Hook smiled too, something even warmer. Because Henry was nowhere in earshot, and she used his name.

Because she was also realizing that he had been the first person, other than perhaps Henry, to believe in her.

And before she could think twice about it, throwing a look over her shoulder to make sure Henry wasn’t looking their way, Emma stepped toward him, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

He stared at her in utter shock.

Breezing past it, trying to keep the heat from rising to her cheeks, Emma said, “So you’ll watch Henry?”

He looked like he was torn from a daze. Shaking himself from it, he said, “Ah—aye, of course.” 

“Thanks,” she whispered. She turned to get Henry, when Hook said, “Emma.”

She turned. 

“I’d be open to a rematch,” he said, that grin back at his lips.

Emma smiled. “I would, too.”    

Hook grinned. 

She left Henry with Hook, then walked away, heading toward her magic lesson with Regina. 

And found that she might be open to more than just a rematch.

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Misc tag

Honestly just fics that only get like 2-3 non-crossover fic recs probably or those in which I am/was in the fandom of just briefly before ducking out again.

The Chronicles of Narnia - Comments: It has been years since the last time I read the Chronicles of Narnia. With this in mind, I do have more perspective than I used to and very few recollections of character, so these fics are more plot based than they are character-centric. Nonetheless, I decided to include this section because I really like National Service and I wanted to put in some Narnia crossovers here.

Danny Phantom - Comments: Sorry y’all will NOT catch me reading Batman x DP. No thank you.

Spy x Family - I don’t really read fic for this, but there was this one ficlet so…

OUAT - I had a mild thing for Peter Pan in S3 (as in I have only watched season 3) but him being Rumple's dad kind of gives me the ick, so if OUAT Peter Pan is here, he's probably not Rumple's dad.

Miraculous Ladybug

The Maze Runner - Comments: Stiles is Thomas works are great. But also just Thomas x Newt is very sweet and heartbreaking.

Teen Wolf - Comments: I love Stiles Stilinski. Honestly, he’s very good for crossovers, and I just love crossovers. I’m not a huge fan of incessant Scott McCall hate.

Criminal Minds - Comments: Like 6 episodes of this. Here mostly for the xovers.

Coco - Comments: listen there’s great angst potential here.

Wicked - Comments: Listen. The music is so good. I want to know more about wtf is up with Fiyero. Love triangles are stupid they should’ve just been a throuple. I said what I said.

BBC’s Merlin - Comments: Good show. I think I actually finished watching the first season.

Code Lyoko - Comments: Favorite of my childhood. I love Ulrich lmao.

Leverage - Comments: Such a good show! I love the team dynamics! There’s some good crossovers here too.

Kuroko no Basket - Comments: Never watched, but I read this one crossover ages ago and had a brief foray into the fanfics and now I know about these rainbow basketball players I don’t even like sports.

Howl's Moving Castle - Comments: The movie is pretty but not very Ghibli in terms of plot because it has more plot. Still pretty. Book was pretty good and a lot more confusing.

Rise of the Guardians - Comments: This movie was so good! Jack!!

Chuck - Comments: Most here for the White Collar crossovers.

[imagine--if]

OUAT Peter Pan imagine - Princess

Words: 778

Warnings: Does fluff count?? 😂💕

Prompt: [Quotev request] - "Hey! I wanted to request a oneshot thingy. Could you do a Peter pan one where the reader is feeling insecure and stressed because of all the stuff going down and their boyfriend is trying to make them feel better?"

"Ugh, I'm screwed."

You groaned and rolled your eyes to yourself, wandering around Neverland's forests and leaning against Pan's Thinking Tree - a place where you both came to think, calm down, reboot your mindset and get pressures off your mind.

Right now, it wasn't working.

You and Peter had known each other for a long time - when you were dreaming and thinking intently of Neverland in the night, staring out of the window of the Enchanted Forest's orphanage in wonder. Just moments after, Peter Pan himself flew right to your very window, whisking you off to Neverland, where the two of you fell in love over time. Everything between the two of you was perfect - Pan was the most attentive and loving boyfriend ever, not happy until he was certain you were, protective and caring. The Lost Boys looked up to you just as much as they did to Pan, and everything seemed to be going great.

At least, until the catch made itself known.

The only way Peter could stay young on Neverland forever was with the Heart of the Truest Believer - and after ages of searching, the Believer had been found, and was on their way now with a couple named Greg and Tamara, unknowingly working for Pan and bringing him exactly what he needed. The Believer's name was Henry Mills, a young boy with a vivid imagination and determination. He was on his way, and you were certain his family wouldn't let him go so easily - not without a fight. How could you help Peter live? With Henry to convince and his family to keep busy and away from the plan... how could someone like you defend Peter Pan? You weren't as magically and confidently powerful as he was. You'll probably end up failing and losing your boyfriend in an instant.

You sat down against the tree's solid trunk with a sigh, leaning your head against it and trying to shoo away the insecurity and stress from your mind and train of thought.

"(Y/N), love, what’s wrong?"

You jumped slightly at the familiar voice, looking up to be met with the sight of a frowning and concerned Peter. He sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, brushing stray locks away from your eyes and scanning your face with his emerald gaze. You shook your head, internally ordering yourself to pull it together.

"Nothing, I'm... I'm fine, it's okay."

"No no, I know when you're upset," Peter insisted, lifting your chin gently with his fingers so your eyes met his. "C'mon, tell me."

"I just want this to work," you admitted in a rush, almost rolling your eyes at yourself, "I want it to work, because if it doesn't... you'll die, and Henry's family are probably gonna come too and mess everything up and- Peter, it's not funny, I'm being serious!"

Pan snorted with laughter, rolling his eyes and grinning. "You worry too much, (Y/N)," he told you with a smile, "what's the one thing I'm always telling you? Peter Pan...?"

"Never fails," I finished, and he nodded with a smirk.

"That's right. So you need to believe in yourself," he said, hugging you tightly, "as much as you do in me."

You broke away from the embrace, shaking your head and shrugging. "I don't know if I can do that."

"Sure you can," Peter assured, pausing in thought for a moment before smirking. "Think of yourself as a princess. Princesses don't get stressed, now do they?"

You stared at him for a moment before laughing, hiding your face in your hands.

"That's ridiculous," you remarked, as he pulled your hands away.

"It's not ridiculous. Your imagination and belief's amazing, love, so try, okay?" One of his hands moved to yours, the other stroked your cheek and his fingers ran through your hair. A blush dusted your cheeks, and he smirked, raising a brow expectantly as he awaited your answer.

"Okay," you gave in, and he gave you a boyish half-smile, putting his arms around your waist. "I'll... I'll try."

He smirked, nodding approvingly. "That's my girl."

Peter leaned in and pushed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately and pushing you down on the forest floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he hummed at the sensation, kissing you deeper and finally breaking away for air after several long moments, his eyes gentle and adoring. Warmth fluttered and spread across your body as he pulled you up and into a firm embrace.

"Let's go, princess," he said with a soft smirk, taking your hand in his, "we've got work to do."

[weird-things-i-think-about]

So for all of the OUAT fans that are still out there what would you think if I wrote a Felix x OC fix. Like the Oc was Goldilocks before the curse and knew Felix before he became a lost boy. Obviously Felix lives because I just do not want him to die again but I also want the curse to happen because reasons that will be important later. But if you think of any like backstory ideas or something let me know I guess

[thiscrazyfan]

The Other Boy

The second arrival of Wendy to Neverland is very different from the first time. She is quiet, she no longer tells stories unless Pan ordered her to, she is not as thrilled to play the mother part as she once did. No longer soft smiles. No longer thimbles. The bird is too sad now.

The only person who gets Wendy to smile in Neverland is Bae, whom she consider as her brother. Very often they disappear around the woods after dinner. They gossiped a lot about leaving this place. Bae gives Wendy false hope that there is always a way. Feeds her mind with all those stupid dreams she shouldn’t have.

Everyone, save those two, knows how much Pan hates it. Whenever he sees the bird whispering something into her favorite lost boy’s ear, his eyes turn dark. He falls again to one of his deadly mood and everyone arround him behave. No one mention that Wendy laughed again thanks to Bae. They all smart enough not to tell Pan that they think Wendy is in love with Bae.

Wendy gives Pan very little attention now when Bae is arround, and it’s only makes him angry even more. He swept her away from the camp, shows her the mermaids and the indians and all the other things that in her first visit he told her inappropriate for little girls. She is not as scared as he thought she’ll be, and she is only thrilled for a minute or so. Even when he let her join a battle against the pirates her attention drawn again to Bae safety. It was like there was nothing that could draw her from that boy.

Pan becomes more and more possessive. He fought to get her attention more than ever. He decided that if kindness isn’t helping, cruelty will. He force her to stay arround the camp while Bae been ordered to watch at the forest. Often he tells her she should fix the shirts of the lost boys and clean around, only so she’ll have no time to spent with Bae.

All those small punishes are not enough. It’s never enough. As hard as he tries, he no longer the center of Wendy’s world. Her heart focused now on someone else, and unworthy boy.

Everyone knows that it’s just a matter of time. One day Pan would run out of patience. He would send Wendy away from the camp and cut open the boy’s throat in front of the other boys as a warning. Pan was a boy, and boys not always likes to share. 

For now though, he is still just watching. Watching as the pair goes back into the woods, away from him.

[onceuponsomechaos]

Missing Pieces: Chapter 23 - Impossible Possibilities

Here’s a nice long update to distract you from the US election day...

Chapter 23: Impossible Possibilities

It’s a movie. It’s not my life. It’s a movie. It’s not my life. It’s a movie…

The mantra echoed in Emma’s head, inserting itself between almost every line she wrote down in her notebook. It was bad enough when her book involved the Crocodile guy also being Henry’s grandfather or traveling via swirly portal vortices.

Those were a lot easier to deal with than half of her brand new memories.

1. The parents who abandoned me are Snow White and Prince Charming.

It’s a movie.

2. They are also somehow the same age as me.

It’s not my life.

3. Regina is my mother’s step-mom and the Evil Queen. Oh, and she has magic.

It’s a movie.

4. She is also Henry’s adoptive mother. And also his step-great-grandmother?

Really?!

It’s not my life!

Emma’s fingers itched to rip out the page. Again. She eyed the pile of crumpled wads of paper on her bedroom floor, a literal graveyard of discarded pages about Henry that she couldn’t stand to leave in her notebook.

I’ll burn them later.

Burn this one too.

Emma slammed her notebook shut before she did anything drastic and hurled it across the room like a frisbee. It thunked against her wall before falling quietly onto a pile of dirty laundry.

Just wait a little longer and it will all go away. The fog will come back. Life can go back to normal.

Can it really? My roommate believes he’s a pirate captain from a fairytale and is a few hundred years old. There is nothing normal about that.

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Continue reading on AO3 Here’s the link for FF but even though I posted it hours ago, it’s not showing up for some reason??? It has definitely been longer than 15 minutes...

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

How the boys treat you on Valentines Day

Request: Can you make maybe headcanons of how Felix, Peter and Devin would treat you on valentine's day?

At first the leader of the rowdy group of lost boys was reluctant about the holiday.

Mocking and scoffing at the "childish idea" as he liked to call it.

"Only girls care about that sort of stuff." He would say, but you and him both knew he was warming up to the thought with every passing second.

Although Pan didn't like to admit it, he loved showing you off, rubbing it in all the boys faces that you were his and only his.

There was an extremely soft side to this cold, sadistic demon.

You didn't expect him to put much effort in when the boys were around, after all he did have a reputation to uphold, which is why you were surprised when he gave you a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

The tips of the kings ear had turned pink in embarrassment as all the lost boys "awed" in response to the cute act.

Other than that kind gesture, the day carried on as normal.

The boys would train or go hunting before lunch, that's when the games would start.

Today's was hide and seek.

Devin stood with his hands covering his eyes as he counted to 100.

All the lost boys scattered once the number "one" had slipped past his lips, darting off into the dence jungle.

You followed, despretly searching for a place to hide.

That's when you felt fingers wrapping themselves around your wrist and dragging you towards them.

A small shriek left your lips as your face collided with a strong, muscular chest before a hand slid over your mouth.

"Quiet love, we wouldn't want anyone hearing us now would we?" That farmilliar British accent rung out loud and clear as your e/c eyes travelled up to meet with his emerald green ones.

A cheeky grin made it's way into the leaders face as he leant down, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

His hands snaked there away around your waist, closing the little gap that was between the two of you.

Your fingers had intertwined themselves in his chestnut brown coloured locks, tugging on it slightly, an act that was sure to set him ablaze.

He growled in responce, desiring nothing more than to have you exposed and visible in his arms.

He kissed you back with more passion, with more love.

Sandwhiching your body between his and a tree, giving you no leeway to escape from his firm grasp.

You felt like you could stay there for an eternity, safe in his arms, forever.

When Pan finally pulled away he admired what was his with dark eyes.

His green orbs gliding over your features and frame, drinking all of you in.

"I love you, Y/n." He whispered, barely audible to anyone around but to you it was as clear as day.

"I love you too, Peter." You whispered back, "this has been the best valentines day ever."

"Well it's not over yet, love." He winked before disappearing into a cloud of smoke.

"Happy Valentines day." The blonde giant whispered as he left a trail of tiny kisses from your lips to your shoulder.

The small, cut act stirred you from you're slumber as you rolled around in his arms.

"Good morning" your grogily replied, but your tired state didn't stop a smile from spreading on both yours and Felix's face.

"I got something for you." He whispered before pulling out a perfectly wrapped bar of chocolate, "you told me that people normally buy sweets for each other."

The second in command couldn't stop the blush that was spreading across his sharp features.

"Thank you, Felix." You spoke, placing a soft kiss upon his lips.

He pulled you closer into his lap, want to feel you, wanting to know that you were all his.

Your hand hooked themselves around his shoulders, seeping the sweet kiss that you two shared.

One by one each layer of your clothing was slowly being removed, exposing your bare skin to the tall, blonde second in command.

Mercilessly, he pushed you down onto his bed, looking over you luke a pleasant dark cloud.

His stormy grey eyes stared into your e/c ones, oh how you wanted to stay in this position forever.

But Felix on the other hand, was growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to devour you right here, right now.

Surprisingly, he managed to stop himself, placing a loving hand on your cheek.

"I love you." He said, his voice strong and blind as he looked you in the eyes.

"I love you too." You smiled back up at him, "more than anything."

You were a fool if you thought any lost boy on the island was actually going to care about Valentines day, you thought to yourself.

That was apparent from last night's discussion.

They had all laughed at the idea, saying it was dumb.

As you got dressed you mentally prepared yourself for a day of teasing of all the lost boys, especially their leader.

As soon as you step foot out of your tent, you noticed a small piece of paper laying on the ground just before your feet.

Banding down you picked it up, silently scanning what was written on it.

Dear Y/n, Happy Valntines day. You're always so adorable.

You couldn't stop the blush of blooming on your lips as you read the words over and over again.

"What are you smiling at." A cheery voice asked as your brown haired friend came into view.

"Someone left me a letter, look" you excitedly told him, pushing the paper closer and closer towards his face.

He took it from you, only glancing at it, "That's great! Do you know who it's from?"

His lack of excitement puzzled you, but you thought nothing more of it.

"No, but I'm going to find out." You spoke, determined as ever.

You began your search, questioning multiple lost boys, trying to figure out who had left you that mysterious note.

You sat down by a log, trying your hardest to think about who it could be.

When you looked to the side there was a small wooden box, you're name carved on the front of it.

Curiously you picked it up, examining it in your hand.

Lifting up the lid you saw there was another note inside.

This box will hold all of the Gold jewelry you deserve.

The thought of a lost boy giving you any presant made your heart flutter, especially jewelry.

The rest of the day carried on like that, you received little bits of jewelry throughout the day, trying you hardest to figure out who they were from.

By the end of the day you were stumped.

You plopped yourself down onto a log as all the boys danced around the roaring camp fire, all but one.

Devin took a seat beside you, "any luck?" He asked.

"No." You replied sadly.

"Well how about I give you a clue?" He spoke.

The confused look on your gave was evident as you turned to look at the boy, but he swiftly placed a hand under your chin.

Tilting your head up so that your eyes met.

Before you could process what was going on his lips were on yours.

You could feel your fave grow hot but that didnt stop you from lacing your fingers in this hair, pulling him closer.

"Happy Valentines day, Y/n." He spoke, resting his forehead against yours.

"Happy Valntines day."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whoop Whooooop! I'm back! I hope you enjoyed this little headcanan, more stories will be coming you're way very shortly. 😘

Happy Valntines day everyone!! 🥰❤ xxxxxx

[peterpan-ouat-imagines]

More than human: Prologue

I washed up lost one day on a random island.  I never knew how to do what my species is first and foremost supposed to do.  After sitting on land my body changed to a new look, only something that I have only seen from a distance.  I did not know I was able to do that.  I walked around the rocks and sand into what looked like a forest which I entered.  It was filled with nothing I thought I would find

[sotangledupinit]

Wanting to reblog again because your tag “the way she looks at his lips for a split second” reminded me that Hook starts out the third gif looking at her lips and then in the fourth we see Emma clearly looking at his and I just…

There’s so far only one (1) fic I can recall (here) where Emma and Killian kiss at the town line and it’s True Love’s Kiss and it stops Pan’s curse and I just think it’s a neat trope and we need more stories of it.

"Going home" first anniversary (december 15th, 2013) ಥ_ಥ

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

Just Breathe - CS One-Shot

Summary: Emma gave up her powers to breathe life into Hook after the Dark One drowned him. This is the rest of that moment before they returned to the group in the hospital.

AO3

Killian’s throat felt raw once he’d finished expelling water from his lungs. Even the scraping sensation that accompanied each breath did not deter him from pulling several large gulps of air. With the memories of the water filling and scorching his lungs, his body screaming desperately for air, and that terrifying moment of suspended darkness still feeling very real, the dry, sweet air he pulled in with each excruciating breath was lovelier than anything else he could conjure at this moment.

He was breathing. He was alive. That was impossible.

Unless “Swan?” He tried to speak, but the water that tore through his throat had roughened his voice for the moment. Yet, his suspicion was confirmed by the relief crossing her strong features. She’d given him life, breathed air into his lungs, and lost her powers in the act. He was grateful and angry and, strangely, what that…hopeful.

“Good,” Emma said so softly that he was certain that tiny speck of hope had conjured the word. Her eyes were glassy with worry and unshed tears as she sat back on her heels, pulling her hands away from his face.

“What did you do? What did you do?” Killian demanded, the implications of Emma being powerless to protect her family, her brother, or her son fuelling the spark of anger he’d felt upon gaining consciousness.

Emma looked at her hands and looked up to Killian with fear in her eyes, “It’s just…gone. I…it’s gone..” Her words quenched his growing annoyance instantly, filling him with concern.

Killian pushed up so that he was sitting up. He wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her into him. Much to his surprise, she yielded and collapsed into his embrace.

A pained groan escaped him when she hit his tender ribs and she made to pull away. He tightened his grip and she leaned into him more gently. He held her as she kept her eyes on her hands, quiet tears falling as she accepted that she couldn't stop Zelena.

“It’s alright, love. We will figure this out.” He rubbed soothing circled into her back while she permitted herself this moment of vulnerability. She didn't respond; he hadn't expected she would.

Moments passed as he poured as much comfort and strength into her as she would accept. She, amazingly, allowed him this, permitted him to take care of her, for just a moment. A moment he'd keep close to his heart forever.

Too quickly, it was over. He felt her straighten and watched helplessly as her walls were raised, once again, sealing herself off from him. She cleared her throat and jumped away from him. “We better get back,” she said suddenly, dismissing whatever had just passed between them. The speck of hope crushed under the foundations of her walls.

Heart sinking and body screaming in protest, Killian pushed himself off the ground. He followed her back to her family and back to the urgent situation made worst by the magic she’d given up when she’d breathed life into his lungs.

A gift he’d spend a lifetime trying to repay if only she’d allow him the chance to do so.

[toushirou7lover]

Looking for Fanfic

Was wondering if any nice humans (or aliens or whatever) could point me in the direction of a fanfic that has Hooks kiss break Regina's spell midway through season 3 in NY? Cause, I highly would like to read someone's take on what could have happened if "true loves kiss" would have worked then.

Thank you ❤️ have a nice day/night

[itisme-rosie]

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[gch1995]

I see you liking all my old OUaT and Rumbelle content and it's really validating to know people are still mad at A&E for destroying my dreams

LOL! You should see my posts here that I made about why OUAT became an enduring legacy, and my comment on the “Does anyone here support Rumbelle?” post. This show is such a legacy because it showed all of us in the fandom mostly how to not completely fuck up and waste potential for amazing characters, relationships, and storylines with absurd, biased, cliched, inconsistent, ableist, classist, sexist, homophobic, misogynistic, racist, cheaply shocking, contrived, inconsistent, hypocritical, gross, repetitive, and stupid characterizations, twists, storylines, and tropes. The main cast, and the fact that the fans did OUAT far better is why this show ultimately became such an enduring legacy.

As for Rumple, Belle, and Rumbelle, I’ll always love them, both individually and as a couple, as they were originally characterized and written from S1-S3 of the show, in canon-divergent/AU fanfic scenarios, and in my imagination and headcanons as the characters and couple they could have and should have been and remained on the show.

However, I don’t support any of the cheaply shocking, contrived, wildly inconsistent, wildly flanderdized, and wildly ooc cartoonishly evil, exceedingly cruel, exceedingly conniving, exceedingly deceptive, exceedingly distrustful, exceedingly manipulative, exceedingly desperate, exceedingly hypocritical, exceedingly self-righteous, exceedingly selfish, exceedingly reckless, exceedingly self-sabotaging, exceedingly single-minded, and ridiculously oblivious and gullible plot-driven behaviors, reactions, and mischaracterizations for either one of them on-and-off-again in the piss poor excuse for canon that OUAT devolved into after the first two-and-a-half to three ish seasons, either individually or as a couple. Really, the absurd, cheaply shocking, contrived, inconsistent, flanderdized, and ooc melodramatic toxicity and stupidity was on both sides of their relationship pretty badly in regards to each other from late 3B-S6 on-and-off-again, so I’m not going to take sides.

I don’t support the increasingly contrived, unfair, and ridiculous nature of Rumple’s regressions on this show in canon the longer it went on on-and-off-again, starting in 2B.

I just refuse to hold any of it against either of the individual characters or their relationship together. I refuse to let it ruin my enjoyment of the individual characters and the pairing because I still cherish bittersweet, beautiful, relatable, and complex Rumbelle we originally got from S1-S3, and me, and the Rumbelle fandom stick to that version in our headcanons and canon-divergent/AU fanfic. Also so many of the shitty and stupid ways in which they reacted to each other in later seasons in canon was due to cheaply shocking, horrifically, inconsistently, illogically, and wildly OOC badly written mischaracterizations and extremes they were forced to through being driven by Kitsowitz and these writers increasingly blatant favoritism of Hook/CS, hypocrisy, and their increasingly absurd, cheaply shocking, and contrived twists, magical macguffins, prophecies, and twists in the plot with little to no consistent, organic, logical, or relatable lead up. It was just for the sake of shock value, creator pet propping, and repetitive storytelling, so it wasn’t even worth hating on either of the characters or the couple for any of it. Much of their wildly ooc shittiness and stupidity didn’t make any sort of consistent, relatable, or organic sense post S3 ish.

I could understand hating on the characters for becoming shitty, illogical, and unsympathetic people if characterization, development, or regression in canon OUAT made any sort of consistent, gradual, organic, and relatable sense that made hating them for it feel well-earned. However, there had been less and less consistency and credibility of characterization, development, regression, and storytelling in OUAT for these characters and relationships, starting in 2B, and after 3A, it just went completely off the rails into unforgivably bad territory because they killed off their core theme of family with Neal, broke their own rules of not being able to resurrect the dead by bringing back Rumple, reframed the narrative (and most of the remaining main cast’s original characterizations) around Hook/CS, retconned the characters previously established development, and derailed everyone in increasingly awful, cheaply shocking, and ridiculous ways to rerail them all over again full circle back to the development they achieved at the end of the Neverland arc.

The characters went between being characterized as good to evil, evil to good, sympathetic to unsympathetic, kind to cruel, cruel to kind, intelligent to stupid, trusting to distrusting, distrusting to trusting, forgiving to unforgiving, unforgiving to forgiving, sane to batshit insane, batshit insane to sane again, and so on in the blink of an eye based off of whatever the writers wanted for them to be to fit their absurd, biased, cheaply shocking and contrived plots and twists as every season passed. By the time we got to the end of 5A, they often weren’t even bothering to stay consistent with most of the characters characterizations and motivations throughout a single episode, particularly not with Emma, Hook, Rumple, and Belle who were part of all this cheaply shocking, contrived, toxic, and silly magical soap opera romantic melodrama. They were definitely the characters who it was most difficult for me to get a clear grasp on because of this, though everyone’s characterizations and motivations were often baffling and confusing to me, which is why I finally quit watching after S5.

I love the original Rumple who was deeply loving, and the original Rumple who was learning to respect Belle’s wishes, make compromises and always allowing her personal space when she wanted it. I love the original Rumple who was learning to be honest with Belle. I love the original Rumple who would never ever recklessly threaten to physically harm Belle for personal gain with magic, not even in a panic. I love the original Rumple who cried when Belle asked him out for a hamburger date, and the original Rumple who adorkably flirted with her by joking with her about ketchup.

I love the original Rumple who had an actual storyline with a consistent motivation in trying to make amends with his loved ones, particularly Bae, rather than the one of later seasons who seemed more motivated by excessive self-interest, recklessness, and desperation, no matter the cost, that came out of nowhere whenever some absurd and contrived magical macguffin and/or cruel twist of fate with magic came out of nowhere to tempt him back to the dark side again.

I love the original Rumple who was clearly and consistently framed and written as sympathetic in the narrative, in spite of his flaws, and on a clear path towards redemption, while also not being whitewashed or excused for most of his crimes and/or bad choices from S1-S3, and in canon-divergent/AU headcanon and fanon scenarios.

I love the original Belle of OUAT from “Skin Deep” to S3 and in canon-divergent/AU headcanon and fanon scenarios who was brave, compassionate, intelligent, independent, and perceptive. I love the original Belle, who saw people for who they really were, and who refused to take anyone’s shit, not just Rumple’s. I love the original Belle who was a genuinely good person who generally practiced the beliefs and morals she preached about to other people, rather than contradicting them herself whenever it was convenient for her, only to mercilessly and self-righteously condemn and vilify Rumple for so much as considering not doing the same with little to no self-awareness in regards to her own hypocritical toxicity.

I loved the original Belle who wasn’t glorified in the narrative for giving Rumple ultimatums to do what she said in order for them to be together, but who actually had to realize that, while she couldn’t and shouldn’t just sit back and enable Rumple’s bad choices and stay with him, no matter what he did, she also couldn’t treat their relationship status together as a biscuit on a string held above his head as reward that she was willing to snatch away when he didn’t comply in order to force him to be good. I love the original Belle who had values of heroism that were actually based off of who she was at her core, a brave, kind, open-minded, empathetic, perceptive, intuitive, and intelligent young woman, who valued free choice, empathy, and mercy, rather than the Belle who’s “heroism” became more about a shallow desire to emulate caricatures from archaic fairytales about knight defeating dark sorcerers and rescuing people, and a desire to fit in with “the cool kids of Storybrooke” by being exceedingly anti-Rumple, no matter what he did, right or wrong.

I love the original Belle who treated everyone fairly, including Rumple, even if it meant she didn’t get to fit in with the cool kids of Storybrooke by not being anti-Rumple to the point of excessive cruelty and refusing to engage with him in later seasons, even when he did try to reach out to her honestly, kindly, gently, and make healthy compromises. Recklessly endangering Rumple’s life by forcibly exiling him out of town with nothing was really the height of this character assassination in her in canon. Rumple deserved to be dumped for deceiving Belle. Belle had no choice but to use the dagger to stop him from being shady and killing Hook when she caught him red-handed.

However, Rumple did not deserve to have his life recklessly endangered by his true love forcibly exiling him from their home with nothing forever, especially because it didn’t really even seem like Belle cared all that much about the town’s safety when she made that choice, anyway. It was more that she was pissed that he lied, and misguidedly believed that he loved power more than her. He could have died because she left him with nothing out in the middle of nowhere. He almost did die because she left him with nothing out in the middle of nowhere. In real life, this could/would be a charge against her for at least a misdemeanor of DV, and at worst, a felony of involuntary manslaughter, if he actually did die because she recklessly endangered his life by forcibly exiling him with nothing. Yet, she didn’t even seem to feel that bad about it at all.

That to me, was a horrible character assassination in canon of Belle in 4A when she never had to deal with any sort of negative repercussions for it with Rumple calling her out as wrong, and/or being framed as not completely in the wrong for being distrusting of her. If she had, then I could have forgiven it, but she didn’t, so it made me dislike her in canon, and it’s one of the main reasons why I finally quit watching S5. I guess she finally got it at the end of 6A when she told Rumple “What have we done to each other?” However, too much inexplicable character assassinating damage had been done to both her and Rumple at that point in canon for me to forgive anymore. I just felt disgusted by the wildly ooc, ridiculously oblivious, and overdramatically toxic extremes Kitsowitz and their team of hacks had reduced them both to for the sake of cheap shock value, contrived Rumple villainy, repetitive storytelling, and Hook/CS propping. I was glad they got their “happy ending” and “redemption arc” in a shallow manner at the end of S6 because it was the least they deserved on this badly written clusterfuck of a fairytale show where everyone had screwed each other over terribly by being abusive, being exceedingly cruel, being exceedingly manipulative, being exceedingly deceptive, committing murder unjustifiably, committing attempted child abduction, committing attempted kidnapping, committing kidnapping, committing child abduction, recklessly endangering the lives of others needlessly, working with each other’s enemies needlessly, threatening to harm each other, and/or actually harming each other at least once now, if not multiple times, and were still getting a “happy ending” and “redemption arc, anyway, so this badly written canon Rumbelle might as well, too.

But it didn’t mean I was okay with any of the wildly ooc, cheaply shocking, contrived, horrifying, and stupid character destroying angst and twists Kitsowitz and their team of hacks had been pulling on Rumple and Belle, both individually and as a couple, for roughly three seasons from late 3B-6A. The canon Rumbelle from S4-S6 (and even S7) was mostly not the same ship that I had signed up for and latched on to so strongly, either individually or as a couple, from 1x08-S3, and I’m forever bitter that Kitsowitz and their team of hacks wasted the potential of those beautiful, bittersweet, complex, and relatable characters and their relationship together with believable flaws and strengths, so that they could keep shoehorning Rumple back into the scapegoat on-and-off-again villain plot device role after bringing him back.

I think this contrived, inorganic, and nonsensical nature of Rumple’s regressions started showing up in 2B with that “The boy will be your undoing” prophecy, but then we were still being privy to a huge chunk of his POV in the main narrative, so he came across as much more sympathetic throughout the whole thing, which made it so it didn’t feel too terribly ooc.

That little twist at that end where Rumple was suddenly attempting to murder Henry right at the end of 2B was kind of OOC because he was doing it after vowing not to do it all throughout 2B in the present day beforehand to save his own skin, particularly when he found out that he and Henry were related, and he kept having terrifying nightmares of doing it. That was the first small moment on the show where Rumple was suddenly derailed into a nearly irredeemable corner out of nowhere after being consistently portrayed as sympathetic beforehand, and it wasn’t necessary to get him to the point he was at at the end of 3A either. It was just a ooc moment to cheesily create a moment of cheaply shocking suspense in the audience of “Oh no, I thought Rumple was planning not to do this horrible thing before. What if he does this terrible thing, and can’t be redeemed anymore?...Oh, thank god someone was there to give him information that caused him to reconsider doing the cheaply shocking horrible thing right in the nick of time before he went too far, and now he’s back on the track for redemption that we previously had established he was before we threw in that twist out of nowhere to make you think he’d actually fail.”

However, I let it go back then because not wanting to die and lose the chance of being with his son again is a sympathetic motive for committing attempted murder of someone, even an innocent, and even if the reasoning behind why is kind of bizarre, for plot reasons, and he did get back on the right track again a moment later after being told Bae was “dead”. Aside from that one wildly ooc moment at the last minute of 2B, though, Rumple had pretty clearly shown that he did not want to kill Henry, felt terrified about doing it, and then he went right back on track a minute later and decided not to do it when Snowing told him that Bae was “dead,” which ultimately culminated in him selflessly sacrificing his life to save Henry, Bae, Belle, and the rest of the town. Rumple’s character should have just stayed dead after that because, in spite of a few flaws here and there in the writing, it was a pretty relatively consistent, organic, beautiful, and well-earned arc, and there really wasn’t anywhere else to go up with him after having him do that, anyway.

Also, the Lacey twist was the first small instance contrived twist that took away Belle’s original sympathetic and intelligent characterization and agency in story that should have been about both her and Rumple, so that they could make Rumple look somewhat distrust-worthy and shady when he was forced to be somewhat dark/morally ambiguous to get Lacey’s attention to protect Belle from herself when he couldn’t get through to her by being the best version of himself that she fell in love with, and didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t get too worked up about it back then because it had only happened once, but yeah, I didn’t like the dubious consent issues that the whole Lacey/Belle twist created, or the fact that Belle’s agency was suddenly taken away to make Rumple look kind of shady. I didn’t like the fact that Belle was made to be uncharacteristically stupid and unsympathetic, so that they could use her as a plot device that put Rumple in a position where he felt either tempted and/or forced to be shady again.

I’ve seen canon-divergent/AU stories of Rumple’s resurrection and ultimate redemption stories done really well by the far superior creative writers in the Dearie/Rumbelle fandom, particularly by @toseehowthestoryends. But Kitsowitz and their team of writers lacked the desire and the skill to pull it off. They weren’t ultimately interested in writing consistent, organic, and relatable characterization development, or human reactions in their characters. They picked favorites. They kept shoehorning characters into “hero” and “villain” slots, even after all of these characters had become pretty inexcusably toxic to each other in one way or another, and either didn’t recognize and/or didn’t care to recognize, their own hypocrisy. They relied too hard on cheap shock value and contrived magical twists and macguffins to drive their story, even if it meant they felt they had to sacrifice their characters credibility and integrity.

Frankly, the entire show should have just ended altogether after the Neverland arc because that was clearly all the story for growth they had planned out ahead of time for Emma, Snow, David, Regina, Rumple, Henry, and even Hook, their favorite, too, anyway.

After that arc, Bae’s death, Rumple’s resurrection, and the promotion of Hook to the main lead, the Aesop’s Amnesia trope kept hitting all of these remaining main characters in increasingly cheaply shocking, contrived, wildly ooc, painful, flanderdized, ridiculous, and unsympathetic ways in order to force them to relearn the same lessons they already had learned to grow past relatively consistently, dynamically, and sympathetically throughout S1-3A. They brought the show back after they ran out of story, killed off their core theme of family with Neal, resurrected Rumple from the best done two-and-a-half season redemption arc to demonize him on-and-off-again as a foil for “hero” Hook, set up Hook as the romantic lead for Emma, ruined Emma for Hook, and derailed all of their remaining main characters to re-rail them over and over and over and over again.

The only one who remained mostly consistent, normal, and in-character post S3 was Regina, and even she was getting the character derailing Aesop’s Amnesia trope and idiot ball throughout S4-S6 sometimes in trying to find magical solutions to artificially absolve herself of her guilt from her past crimes, such as searching for the author in S4, and using the shears to split off her dark side in 5B and 6A. Just why? I get that you feel guilty about the crimes you committed Regina, but you’ve gained Henry, Emma, the Charmings, and the rest of the town’s forgiveness and acceptance by trying to be better before. Just keep trying to be better, take ownership of the crimes you’ve made in the past, admit that you were wrong, and move on by being content with the happy ending and redemption with the family you’ve always wanted earned here in the present day now, rather than needlessly and stupidly self-sabotaging by seeking out magical solutions to artificially absolve your guilt. If it’s really that hard for you to move on from the past by accepting personal accountability for your crimes, then I would recommend going to see Archie for therapy again to talk about, but don’t stupidly sabotage the good things you already have earned here and now with Henry and the Charmings acceptance and forgiveness to try to artificially absolve yourself of your guilt with magic.

Otherwise, Regina got her crimes whitewashed, she never really had any sort of resolution to the dumb choices with magic she made, and her character just fell flat after the Neverland arc because she never really learned anything new or grew any further after her attempted selfless sacrifice in 2B to save Henry and the town, and her selfless choice to let Henry go with Emma to save him at the end of “Going Home,” in spite of his memories getting erased of her in process once he crossed the town line. Regina never became the outright evil cartoon villain she was back in S1 whenever she backslid post S3, which is more than I can say for the writing of the other main villains on this show in canon whenever they regressed post S3, but she was still kind of falling back into old patterns and storylines with the Aesop’s Amnesia and idiot ball bad writing tropes in order to force her to relearn lessons that she already had back in S2-3A.

There was a particularly painful egregiousness to the character assassinations of Rumple, Belle, and Emma to prop up Hook/CS, though. Rumple was the only other morally gray male anti-villain on the show, and a huge part of Hook’s original introduction on the show was due to the fact that Rumple was the villain in his story when he killed Milah in an impulsive rage over her leaving Bae. Because they were lazy terrible writers, who didn’t want to put in any sort of effort to actually taking the time to believably and organically develop Hook into a redemptive anti-villain/antihero in his own right, Kitsowitz and these writers resorted to inorganically forcing the character to be the “redeemed” antiheroic main lead by setting him up in a contrived, creepy, and wildly ooc cheap Rumbelle rip-off romance with their main lead heroine (Emma Swan) that enabled rape culture and toxic masculinity in Hook’s aggressive stalker-ish pursuit of Emma, regardless of her feelings when they had her give in to his persistance, by killing off Neal to replace him with Hook, by breaking their own rules to bring Rumple back from the most consistently sympathetic, relatable, and well-earned two-and-a-half to three season redemption arc, so they could reduce him to an on-and-off-again demonized foil for “hero” Hook, by turning Emma into a codependent, cruel, violent, hypocritical, and selfish bitch to make Hook look better, by reducing Rumbelle to the problem couple of OUAT, both individually and as a couple, and by making Emma, Belle, Snow, David, and even Henry to be his enablers.

However, even Hook’s character was assassinated pretty badly in 5A when he had that heel-face turn into a flanderdized cartoon sociopath out of nowhere after he found out Emma brought him back as a Dark One against his wishes when he came up with that plan to get vengeance on her by killing her friends and family through attempting to send them all to the UW, and even after he was “redeemed” afterwards it felt lazy and unbelievable because all he did was clean up his own mess by deciding not to kill everyone at the last second, and afterwards, he was still reverting back to making old bad choices of seeking vengeance on Rumple, lying to Emma, and, at worst, continuing to be romanticized and whitewashed for still being a dick in his spare time whenever he found a good excuse to revert again, anyway, which had been the case since S4.

Tl;dr The show should have just ended with the Neverland arc. The problems in the writing that were already starting to show up enough as it already was throughout S1-3A were proof enough that Kitsowitz and these writers couldn’t handle more than two-and-a-half seasons of relatively consistent, dynamic, and satisfying characterization and growth because after that it fell into a deep, dark, and inescapable abyss of character destroying and repetitive bad writing that not even the sentiments of shallow “happy endings” and “redemption” arcs could make up for in the end.

[thesschesthair]

Self Promo

So... I figured i’d try the ego thing and put one of these out... because I may not produce much of anything decent lately, but I have produced stuff over the 7 years i’ve been about lol. 

And I thought i’d put them all on a masterpost and share??

Although you can always just find me on AO3

CAPTAIN SWAN & CAPTAIN COBRA FICS

Heartsick

“She couldn’t remember when waking up to an unconscious, half-naked Killian on her sofa became a regular occurrence, but it had been for quite sometime.” Being as close as they were, they were bound to get a little heartsick when apart. - Bailbond partners AU

My Burden

Emma falls for the shy deckhand, Killian Jones. But secrets are soon revealed and Emma finds herself face to face with his Darker self. The fight to mend the two halves of this broken man begins.

The Kinship Harvest

We’re going to pretend the portal at the end of S3 never opened and Zelena was defeated without any interruptions. We’re also going to pretend Emma couldn’t go through with leaving for New York much to everyone’s relief. We’re also going to pretend that I can make up a believable holiday for the Enchanted forest lol.

The Way Home

AU for Halloween - Emma's routine patrol takes a dramatic turn... with chilling results.

Just Like a Prayer - Character Death Warning

Zeus gives Killian a different purpose rather than send him back, but he’s granted the ability to visit Emma when she needs him most. - Ghost Killian.

Baby, I don’t need Dollar bills to have fun Tonight

EF AU - He shows her a night of cheap thrills and promises of more. 'street rats’ Captain Swan.

Teenage Kicks

Henry's teenage hormones kick in a little early, and Killian gets the brunt of it. (set during S4) - first fanfic for OUAT.

If you leave me now

Based off a prompt: 3B alternative ending. Emma reacts differently to Kilian's confession, causing him to make a decision.

Between the Lines

A series of missing scenes set during 3B. Most cover almost each episode.

The Earring

How Killian got his new earring. (I have a fetish for his earring) Set between 4x05 & 4x06.

It’s my Birthday

MODERN AU: Killian isn't happy about celebrating his birthday… he especially isn't happy about the blonde who stole his heart, becoming rather friendly with another guy.

I need time

some season 6 angst. Keeping secrets is never good.

Stop hiding

I couldn't get the scene where Henry tells Killian he's not part of his family out of my head... so I got angsty with it.

Chest of Memories

My collection of drabbles, tumblr prompts and mini one-shots.

KNIGHTROOK FICS

Knightrook collection

All my knightrook fics live in this series, all labelled. From missing scenes, canon divergence, modern au’s and more. 

A zelena & Hook bonding moment - knightrook

Two parents musing over their daughters.

HOOKING UTENSIL FICS

Eastside

Rogers and Sbine find a secret place eastside of Hyperion Heights... where they can be themselves. Based around the song. 

It’s alright

Rogers taking care of Sabine. Just a teeny Hooking Utensil moment of cuteness… cos they be cute!

Late nights & Gumbo

The chef and the detective grow closer. 

Barcade fun

Henry and Rogers at the barcade when the ladies join them. 

“What are you doing here?”

Hooking Utensil kiss.

HU Texting Prompt

Their friendly banter via text starts to distract them from work. 

There’s loads of others over on AO3 and in my tags if anyone gets interested or likes what I spew.

Enjoy! 

[peter-pan-on-neverland]

Lost Boy

Summary: you are head over heels for Pan and one night you get drunk and tell him.

Pairings: Pan x reader

Warnings: a little suggestive & bad :/

Peter was an unusual boy, to say the least. He always did the things he knew would hurt him, even being lost, but he never stayed long enough to get hurt. I guess that's what made me fall so hard in the first place, I was attracted to the wonders of this place that they blinded me from the dangers, and he was the most dangerous thing of them all. My naïve heart told me countless times that it wouldn't let it's guard down, but it was no match for the king because if Pan wants you he will get you.

The boys whooped and cheered as another arrow zoomed through the air before finally landing slap bang in the middle at the target. I sat in the corner under that cool shade of a tall pine tree to get out of the hot sunlight which beamed down on the island, watching the scene unfold before my eyes. They all laughed with each other as happiness clouded behind their broken eyes as they talked with one another, but I didn't care for that. My mind was filled up with only one thing: Peter. Everything about that boy made my heart flutter in my chest and my cheeks turn pink.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a presents sitting beside me, my e/c eyes slid to the side, curious to see who was there. I saw a familiar British boy, a smug smirk sitting itself upon his face.

"Why don't you have a try, love?" He asked.

His words made my blush at the cute little nickname he gave me. Silently I shook my head at the idea.

"Come on" he pleaded at me, his eyes shimmering in the sun light "I'm sure you'll be great at it."

I cringe at the idea of missing the target and everyone laughing at me "I won't me, trust me."

Letting out a light-harted chuckle to looked at me with the sweetest smile.

"So what do you do then? If you won't join in with the boys you must be so bored."

I thought about his question for a little while before opening my mouth to speak "I'm not bored, being alone gives me time to think about things."

"Think about what?" He shot back like an excited child.

You. I wanted to say, but held my tongue.

"Random things." I simply stated.

With a smile he stood up "you're a strange one, darling." He said before walking away.

Day quickly faded into night over the island, as the stars came out to play and twinkled against the night sky.

I stared into the orange flames of the fire as they danced gracefully with one another, the melody from Pan's flute flowing right through my ears while the hypnotising rhythm of the boys sticks eat away at my brain, intoxicating me as they danced around the fire. Looking over I saw the king, his Pan pipes pressed up against his pink lips while the fire casted a warm glow over his face, highlighting all of his sharp and mischievous features as he blew into the thick hollowed out sticks. Every now and again his evergreen eyes would slide to the side, meeting mine, I couldn't tell you the exact moment that I fell for him, but there was no denying that I had.

As the night went on the playful glances that were exchanged between the two of us continued, accasinally throwing a few winks in there which made my heart flutter. He stopped playing for a moment before carefully placing the wooden pipes down on the dirt ground and standing up.

The leader made a bee line straight towards me, "Care to dance love?" He asked holding out a kind hand.

The flames from the fire glowed bright over Pan's face giving my chills, I could hear my heart repeatedly thumping as if it were going to explode out of my chest. There was not a shadow of a doubt in my mind that my cheeks had turned a bright shade of red due to the leaders action.

With a giddy giggle I placed my small hand into his large one, with a strong grip he pulled me up into his arms and lead me to the crowd of dancing boys. We danced to the rythum if their sticks, as I looked into his emerald green eyes and gently wrapped my arms around his neck while we slowly swayed to the hypnotic beat.

Me and Peter have been friends for a while now, I wanted to be more that much was obvious, but apparently not to him. I would try my hardest to tell him how I felt about it only to fail miserably, every time I opened my mouth around that boy I became a shy stuttering mess.

"What are you thinking about?" Pan asks.

"Huh?" I look up at the leader with a confused expression etched into my features.

"You're blushing" he whispers, I could feel his hot breath travel down my neck as my knees became weak.

"O-oh... umm" I began to awkwardly stutter, only causing the king of the island to lightly chuckle at me while his whole body shook with laughter. His eyes creased up at the sides as a wide grin spread itself across the boys face.

"Come on, love" he said, the nickname he gave me caused a delightful shiver to crawl up my spine "what is it really?"

Pausing for a moment, I looked up into his broken eyes. Just tell him I urged myself, it was as if the world was standing still.

"I..."

He looked at me in anticipation, his green eyes growing wide as if he were a child watching a disney movie.

This is it, tell him.

"I... need a drink" I nervously laughed with an overly enthusiastic smile "I'll be right back!"

Rushing out of the warmness of his arms I tried my best not to whine at the feeling of not having him close to me. I made a bee line for the old wooden crates that were filled to the top with beer bottles which the boys had been drinking out of all night. Swiftly I took one of the cold metal bottles into my small hands, popping the cap off before letting the cool luqid glide down my throat with a slight burn following in it's path.

Once I had left the bottle bone dry I returned to Pan, stumbling slightly with every step before tripping on my own two feet and landing right in his arms. With a booming laugh he looked down at me, clearly amused.

"You weren't gone that long darling" he smirked at me, causing heat to rush down to my core "how much did you have to drink?"

"One bottle" I giggled, biting my lip.

"You're such a lightweight" he joked, looking at me with hooded eyes which only made him want me even more.

"I'm not drunk" I said while slinging my arm around Pan's neck, pulling myself closer to him "only tipsy."

He eyed me up and down with lust filled eyes, a little surprised at my actions but the hard thing pressing against my leg told me that he wasn't complaining.

"So" he seductively whispered, gentally licking to lobe of my ear "what is it you were thinking about?"

My fave flushed bright red at his actions, "Well..." I began giggling loudly after only speaking one word "I was thinking about how I wanted to be more than friends."

Without a care in the world I laughed at myself, Pan on the other hand was a bit more shocked. He looked at me, his evergreen eyes going wide before a smug smirk spread itself across his lips.

He leaned in closer to me, whispering "you have no I see how long I've wanted to hear you say that."

Reality finally caught up with me and suddenly the giggles stopped, slowly my eyes met his.

"W-what?"

"I love you." He smiled down at me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I haven't posted anything in ages and I feel so bad, I'm sorry I had writers block :( I hope you like this little story ❤😊 xxx

@britishfangirl