Tinker Bell

My name is Tinker Bell. And I am determined to break this curse no matter what. Member & co-admin of the RPG 'Wickedest Desires'.

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Okay guys.

Admin M and Admin J have been discussing the future of this RPG and come to the decision to simply close it down. The direction this show has taken overt he course of this season, the fact that so many stories are brought up and then dropped without much explanation has caused both of us to lose interest in the show. As much as we love all of these characters very much and see the beauty in everyone we can’t seem to stay interested in the show itself due to poor story telling. We loved and adored all of our members and the friendships we made over the course of this RPG and we intend to work together on future writing endeavor’s that do not include Once Upon a Time. From the Wickedest Desires Family, we wish everyone still on this crazy ride the best and hope for an eventual turn around of the show’s over all storytelling. For now we’re taking our bow and saying goodbye to Once Upon a Time roleplay all together, but stay tuned as we will be previewing one of our future endeavors in the near future.

Thank you for the memories and fun,

Wickedest Desires Administrators

[all-about-tink]

From the bottom of my heart I want to thank everyone for welcoming me into this RPG and for giving me so many memories. I leave this group with a smile, inspiration and a bunch of friends. I do not regret for a second that I applied for the role of Tinker Bell because this truly has been an amazing ride.

I look forward to developing a new RPG with some of Wickedest Desires most talented writers. It's going to get dark and twisted...and I simply love it!  I hope you will too.

Tink (/Jay)

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I have designed this blog for class (excuse my inability of putting up a decent theme). Here there will be information about popular television shows, movies and books that feature lesbian characters. As well as television shows that could or should be more diverse in their character’s…

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Please take a moment to look at this, it’s a class project Admin M is working on for Women’s Studies. I was assigned lesbians in the media and part of the project is activism.

[wickedestcaptainhook]

Wickedest Desires: Captain Hook and Tinker Bell

Soft music flowed peacefully through the speakers, serenity washing over him like a wave as they moved to the beat. Emma had taken off after Regina not long ago and while he was enjoying his dance companion the former villain couldn’t help but wonder what the two were up to. It wasn’t jealousy that ripped through his body at the sight of them together. Or not completely jealousy, thought there had been a little of that, (Why did she want to work on this curse with Regina when he was right here to help out as well?) There however was also a sense of worry that remained evident even as himself and the pixie continued their dance. Regina was a villain, just like him, though she had changed what was to say she wouldn’t snap at any moment and cause Emma pain. He knew himself well enough to know that there was always the possibility he could do something he wasn’t proud of.

Though he was trying to change for Emma Swan his deepest desires for vengeance and power had not fully gone away. The image of Rumpelstiltskin dying right in front of them hadn’t caused the man the least bit of grief in fact. All he could think of in that moment was that he’d deserved it, although the pirate was smart enough not to voice that opinion to the entire crowed of people. Even the Evil Queen herself had shown a great deal of sadness at the man’s passing. Why anyone would care about the bastard was beyond Hook, but for whatever reason it seemed to be appropriate to keep those thoughts to himself. As the music began to fade Killian grasped Tink carefully around her waist.

She’d been so much to him over the years, a lover on occasion when in Neverland. A pain in his ass from time-to-time but always a friend. No one knew him better in fact than the flamboyant fairy that seemed to always fit so perfectly against his own body. Dark eyes danced across the pale skin that glowed radiantly against the green sparkling dress. “I’ve always enjoyed you in tighter fitting clothes.” He winked to show he was half teasing and half serious. “You really do look—” The rather loud and collective gasp from the party cut off the male’s next thought. “What’s going on?” He wondered out loud, hoping that perhaps Tink knew why the party’s demeanor had suddenly gone from delight to shock.

[all-about-tink]

Hook seemed to be off in his own little word. He was distant, his feet moving more out of habit rather than because he was listening to the music. At least that was Tink’s assumption based on the vacant look in his eyes. She continued moving, staying quiet as she took in the moment of peace. Living in this town, or any other place she had spent time at for that matter, didn’t offer many of these moments. So perhaps the witch had done them all a favor when hosting this event. Tink certainly felt a lot calmer now than she had before the ball. Then again that might also be because she knew that Hook had a weapon close at hand if there was need for defense.

His voice snapped Tink back to reality, realizing that she too had gone off to her own little world. Quite a pair they were in that way. Her eyes sought out his as her mind registered the compliment. He liked her in tightly fitting clothes. Not really that big of a surprise. If Tink could recall correctly, there had even been a time when he’d preferred her without any clothes at all. She gave a sly smile, almost commenting at it when he spoke again. Her smile vanished, sensing the change in his tone as his words suggested that he was about to compliment her again. Her eyes remained locked with his as she waited for him to finish his sentence.

A small jolt made its way through her body, barely noticeable but still there, and Tink frowned just as she started hearing the gasps around them and Hook asking what was going on. She turned, snaking herself out of his grasp. Her hand slid down from Hook’s shoulder along his arm, coming to rest on his forearm as she looked around them.

People were looking at each other, murmuring some words of confusion. Some looked at their dance partner with adoration while some moved away from each other, their eyes desperately scanning for something or someone. Tink recognized that look. It was the look of someone who was looking for a loved one. Mulan hurried past them, her face serious as she moved between all the bodies and spoke out two names - Aurora and Philip - in a half-shout.

Tink gasped, her fingers digging into Hook’s arm as she turned to face him. “The curse.” She realized that what she’d felt a few moments ago must have been the curse being lifted. Everyone else probably had felt a much stronger wave crash through them since they’d actually had all their memories restored rather than Tink who’d only felt as if Faye had given up trying to break through.

She breathed out, relieved, before letting her gaze find Hook’s again. “The curse is broken.”

[seriouslyficent]

Tinker Jones ♥

[all-about-tink]

The Storybrooke Ball | Tinker Bell & Hook

[askonehandhook]

"Everybody dances. There are just some creatures who dance horribly and those of us who can do it gracefully," he mused. He already stuck out amongst the townspeople, a dance with Tink could only help to make him blend in more. The more that he blended in, the more time he would have to figure out what the devil was going on around this place. His eyes took in the ballroom as he whisked Tink around the floor, looking for Madame Mayor. She had called this ball for a reason, when did she intend to divulge it?

"I supposed I could be out looting the town, but that would hardly help me make a good impression on the townsfolk, now would it?" he asked, turning his gaze back on her. He was grateful that someone from Neverland was still in his life, strange as it may sound. Now he had someone who understood the horror of that realm. And at least Tink was starting to soften towards him. "And I suppose I should be here to watch what happens. Perhaps tonight will turn out to be eventful."

He watched the way everyone moved around them as if they had known these dances all their lives. Of course they /had/, but none of them could remember that. It was like they all believed themselves to be naturals. His eyes found Tink’s again as she raised her chin. Now he truly did hope she didn’t step on his boots. 

His jaw tensed at her question. “To be honest, love, I’ve been rather busy as of late. Hardly capable of noticing one person missing in the midst of all this,” he said. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it wasn’t the truth. He had been busy, but he had also noticed Baelfire’s absence in all of this. Hook had taken it as a stroke of luck, considering it afforded him more time with Emma. “But I’m sure he’ll turn up at some point. The man is incapable of staying down for long,” Hook said, both assuaging Tink and remembering how Bae had never failed to come at the worst moments before.

[all-about-tink]

Hook didn't seem too worried about Bae's absence which made Tink believe that perhaps she was reading too much into it...or simply letting her personal feelings towards this particular place and the hostess affect her judgement. "As much as it pains me to admit this, you are probably right." She gave a brief smile, more to assure herself than to agree with Hook's words. Who knew, perhaps Bae was off actually enjoying Zelena's company. That would certainly give Hook an advantage with his quest to win Emma over.

"So did you ever think that this would happen?" Tink looked around them, reminding herself yet again that she was at a ball, dressed in a gown and heels. "You and me attending a ball, I mean." She smiled, more genuine this time. "We certainly have come a long way since Neverland, haven't we?" All that time in Neverland gave Tink mixed emotions. She hadn't loved it, how could she considering she had lost her wings and had nowhere else to go but that island, but she hadn't hated it either. There was something extremely liberating about living in Neverland. She never had to answer to anyone - even Pan had let her be after coming to an agreement about their co-existence on the island - and it wasn't like her health had been suffering either. She hadn't been lonely, there was always some lost boy she could talk to and eventually Hook had been there as well. Their friendship certainly didn't start off on a positive note but somehow they've grown closer and formed an alliance. Not to mention those few nights that never got mentioned after they happened. In fact she didn't think they've ever talked about it until a few nights ago aboard Hook's ship. And that had mostly been to distract them both from where they conversation had been leading.

"Honestly I never thought to find either me or you in such a civilized place. Storybrooke isn't exactly what I would expect from my life." She paused for a moment and thought about the Jolly Roger and how Hook always seemed to belong to the sea. "Nor yours, for the matter." It was almost a sad realization but Tink had a hard time imagining herself staying in this place once the curse was actually broken. Who knew, perhaps they would all be sent back the the enchanted forest. But she still didn't see herself settling in at the village with neighbors and being invited to events such as this. No, it seemed like a life that belonged to someone else. Someone more balanced. 

[all-about-tink]

The Storybrooke Ball | Tinker Bell & Hook

[askonehandhook]

It wasn’t that Hook had never been to a ball before, it was that the last time he had actually been invited and attended one was when he was still Killian Jones. He was not that man anymore, nor did he want to be. So he wore the same clothes that he had been wearing, knowing that he stood out in the crowd but not precisely caring what anyone wearing frills would say to him. 

Emma was dressed in a way that almost made him believe she was the princess that she should have been. The daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming at a ball at last. But her attentions were elsewhere, and Hook didn’t blame her. 

There was much to think about these days. Only a few of the people in his life actually understood all that was going on in the town, making it difficult for him to cary a conversation. No one understood the jokes he made, such a disappointment. 

Once Emma was swept up in the ball, he gave in and went to the bar. “Rum? Brandy? Really anything that has a bite to it,” he told the bartender as he leaned over the counter. Better that he didn’t dip into his flask just yet. There was still much more time left to this ghastly dance. At any moment, he was expecting fireworks to shoot up. He wouldn’t put it past Regina, but then again she couldn’t exactly practice magic with Henry around. 

He couldn’t understand why those in Storybrooke would host a ball when they couldn’t remember the lives that they had been living for the past year. What on earth was there to celebrate? There were only things to fear. 

That was until his eyes caught sight of Tink. That slit along her dress left very little to the imagination, precisely the way a woman’s gown should be cut. Tink certainly wasn’t a princess, and Hook could appreciate that about her. He took his glass in his hand and drank. 

Not long after his drink was finished, Tink was walking over to him. “A moment? I suppose I could wait on a refill,” he mused into his empty glass, turning his smirk on Tink as he set down the glass. He offered his now free hand to her. “But only for a dance, I’m tired of being the wallflower, never suited me,” he joked, leading her out into the circle of people gathered. 

"You’ll find pirates are rather light on their feet," he said, pulling her in with his right hand and setting his hook on her back as he easily fell into the dance. "Do try not to step on one of my feet. I don’t need a peg leg as well," he grinned. That buzz from the rum was always quick to work. 

[all-about-tink]

Tink was a little bit surprised by Hook's choice of clothing. Surely as a man who was trying to win the savior's heart, he could have dug out a suit from someone's closet. Then again, when she thought about it, Hook wearing a suit was as likely as the Wicked Witch suddenly turning into a lovable person. So perhaps the leather wasn't that surprising after all. And in a way it was oddly comforting. It reminded her that among all the extremely unrealistic lives and dramas there was also something familiar and real. So in conclusion, Tink was quite happy to find Hook dressed in his usual attire.

As she approached him, her eyes caught sight of his empty glass, bringing her mind back to their last conversation about drinking problems and the Jolly Roger's unlimited alcohol supply. Clearly Tink wasn't the only one who had thought that drinking would help get through tonight's festivities. Listening to his words, Tink prepared herself to reply with a humourous remark but stopped when she saw Hook reaching out with his hand. She looked at it before, hesitantly, reaching out with her own hand and placed it in his.

This is certainly new. She thought as she let Hook lead them out on the dance floor. "I wasn't aware that you danced." She felt Hook pull her close and Tink responded by placing her hand on his shoulder. Yes, this was certainly new for them.

They fell into the dance easily and Tink let herself relax. It felt nice taking a moment to herself, not worrying about the witch lurking behind her with questions. "I wasn't sure if you would be here tonight." The ball was mandatory but technically Hook and Emma were visitors which meant that the rule probably didn't apply to them. Then again, going to the ball gave them all a good chance to further investigate everything - and everyone - that had to do with the curse. And Tink also had a feeling that Hook was there for one other reason: Emma. Not that Tink knew where the other blonde was off to at the moment.

She looked up, noticing that her eyes had been trailing their moving feet, and met Hook's gaze. She wasn't quite able to read his expression but decided that it shouldn't bother her too much. There were other things to worry about after all. And one of those things had been the reason why she'd walked up to him. "You haven't seen Bae, have you?" Her face grew serious, the relaxed feeling leaving her. "'I haven't seen him in a while and considering where we are-" she paused for a moment."-well, I suppose it's slightly understandable why I feel uneasy about losing sight of people I care about." She glanced around. Everyone still seemed to be having a good time so perhaps she was overreacting. Being at the witch's mansion certainly was enough reason to make her tense and nervous. She gave a small smile, trying to hide some of her worry. "Perhaps it's just the scotch speaking."

[all-about-tink]

The Storybrooke Ball | Tinker Bell & Hook

Tink had never been to a ball before. She had never had the time nor the interest to go to one. Something about dressing up in fluffy dresses and swaying back and forth on the dance floor seemed useless to her. Still she found herself watching everyone at the Storybrooke ball while being dressed in a daring emerald number. She hadn't really had a choice when it came to attending the ball. It was mandatory and considering how much the wicked witch was waiting for Faye to screw up...yeah, she really had had no other choice but to attend.

A glass of scotch firmly attached to her hand, Tink let her eyes wander around the room. Most of the people seemed to have a good time. She sort of envied them. Oh, how Tink would like a night where she wasn't watching her back and expecting a new curse to hit at any second. The downside of having her memories intact, you always expected the worst to happen.

Tink saw Regina parading around the room, talking to multiple people. She was good at this. Appearing as if nothing was wrong. Hook and Emma were doing a good job with blending in as well. Tink tried to ignore the way Hook seemed to be fishing for Emma's attention. The man was determined to win her over it would seem. Tink had sort of expected that a year apart would make Hook move on.

One of the dwarfs, Tink wasn't sure which one, approached her and tried to engage in some small talk. She smiled politely and replied to his questions. There was nothing wrong with the attention but she couldn't help but to let her gaze wander around. It was like she was looking for something but she wasn't sure what.

"Faye?"

She looked back at the man, confused until he repeated his compliment towards her dress. Tink looked down at the green dress. She had found it by luck the other day and was rather certain that Blue would kill her if she actually saw the dress.

The dress was daring. It was the kind of daring that not everyone could pull off while remaining tasteful. A slit on the side ran from her waistline to the floor, exposing the contours of her leg as she moved around. Intricate rhinestone beading lined the lace along the bodice and bottom of the dress.

"Thank you." She took a sip of her drink, realizing that the man was probably trying to figure out why a nun would be dressed in such a number. "Excuse me." She gave him another smile before walking towards the stairs that led outside. Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember what was missing from the room. Most of the people she knew were gathered in a radius close by which made Tink even more uneasy. What was off? The witch wasn't even close by. Which of course meant that she was either up to something or trying to escape all the festivities. Crossing her arms, Tink took another look around. Something - someone - was gone...

Bae.

Her eyes widened as she realized who she hadn't seen in a while. In fact the last time she had seen him was when he had been talking to the witch. A cold shiver went through Tink's body as her mind started putting together the pieces, remembering how Bae - or Neal as he called himself these days - had walked with the witch towards the stairs.

Spotting a familiar shape, alone for a change, Tink set her drink down and walked over. "Do you have a moment?"

[all-about-tink]

Chat: Regina & Tink | Storybrooke

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

"I’m still not sure who did this to us." She’d been convinced for so long that Zelena was the one who had done it. The longer she was in this town though the more hazy her memories of the Enchanted Forest were becoming. "I woke up knowing I was Regina but I am still not certain how exactly all of it happened, it’s like the past year is a blur. Do you remember things with clarity, Tink? How did you salvage all of your memories so well?" Confusion churned deep within her stomach, twisting uncomfortably with each and every thought that swept through her mind. Emma and Hook hadn’t been there when the green smoke swept them all away. They hadn’t experienced the disorientation of waking up after what seemed like a coma. Had Tink experienced the same things at least the former queen would finally have someone to relate to.

[all-about-tink]

"You'd be surprised how much memories you can force back when you have a curfew and live with nuns." It sounded harsh but it was true. Tink remembered many nights when she'd actually stayed in, trying to remember her former life and slowly forcing the old memories back. Still, she could understand what Regina was asking. Looking over at her friend, Tink's brow furrowed. She looked worried and Regina rarely looked worried. "It was the wicked witch, that much has become clear for me while trying to break the curse. She's paranoid too, especially now that she knows that I have my memories intact." The thought ran a shiver down her spine. The witch had called Tink by her real name so she had to assume that that meant that her cover was blown. She would have to deal with that sooner or later. Spotting the couch next to Regina, Tink walked over and sat down. "Some days are better than the others. I did wake up confused and Faye is always in the back of my mind. It's like there's this constant battle between Faye's memories and my own. At first, Faye's were stronger but I've managed to weaken them slightly and bring my own back. Still-" she tried to remember but again was hit by a blurry wall. "-a lot of things from our year in the enchanted forest are blurry, I'm still working on them."

[concealdontfeelxo]

You are invited to attend the Storybrooke Ball this Sunday with us. Bring your best dancing shoes and help us raise funds for the local library.

If you want to become one of the members of Wickedest Desires, we are currently looking for our Robin Hood! Contact us for more information or simply submit an application!

[all-about-tink]

Chat: Regina & Tink | Storybrooke

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Furrowing her brow the brunette contemplated Faye’s rather odd request. “Why on earth would the church want a blue book about fai—” Oh! The moment her brain caught on to what the petite pixie was attempting to get at Regina stopped speaking. “Of course you may come in and I have a look.” Playing her role as polite hostess Regina stepped to the side allowing her friend to enter her home. Making certain there were no prying ears in the closet the brunette closed the door with a deafening slam. “How long have you known what was going on?”

[all-about-tink]

Apparently she had been clear enough considering the change in the queen's expression and words. Casually walking in, Tink looked around. The apartment wasn't a castle or the mayor's mansion but Regina had still managed to keep some of her standard when it came to furniture and decor. Tink turned around when she heard the door slam. "It depends what you exactly are referring to." she smirked. "How long have I've known that the town was cursed or how long have I've known that you've been walking around with your memories intact?" She thought back to her earlier conversation with Hook, how he'd said that Regina was working with him and Emma to break the curse. "Hook told me about your memories. As for my memories...I woke up with them in Storybrooke. Just like you."

[all-about-tink]

Chat: Regina & Tink | Storybrooke

[thexvillainessxofxthexstory]

Not surprisingly the entire town was thrilled with the Mayor’s wonderful efforts to save the local library for sweet Belle. Perhaps that was what got beneath the former queen’s skin the most about this whole situation, not only had Zelena taken her position in the town but everyone loved her. No, they didn’t just love the brunette beauty with enchanting blue eyes, they fell all overt themselves to help her achieve her goals. Three loud rasps at her door pulled Regina from her thoughts. “Coming,” She chimed. Burgundy liquid sloshed against clear crystal as the long stemmed wine glass came to rest against her marble counter-tops. Just because she was living in a small apartment on the salary she’d once paid Sydney Glass didn’t mean she couldn’t have a few nice things, did it? Straightening the business suit clinging to her body like a glove the beauty pulled the heavy door open. “Faye.” Dark brows creased with confusion. “I don’t have anything to give to the church if that’s what the mother superior has sent you here about.”

[all-about-tink]

Tink smiled. She had certainly noticed the former queen confusion when she opened the door. Yes, to Regina, Tink probably looked like an innocent little nun - dressed in a casual black dress and a sweater - who was there for the greater good. Looking at the woman in front of her, Tink crooked her head to the side. "That's too bad. Mother Superior mentioned that you had a blue book about fairies that we could donate to the local library." She raised one of her delicate eyebrows, trying to analyze if her cryptic message had sunk into her friend. Tink certainly thought it was obvious enough. Unless Regina really did have a blue book about fairies. Which would be rather amusing. "Can I come in? I'm sure Mother Superior would much appreciate it."

[all-about-tink]

Chat: Regina & Tink | Storybrooke

The nerve of the woman. The invitations had come today and Tink still had a hard time believing that it was actually happening. A ball... at the Mayor's mansion. And it was mandatory. The witch was basically forcing everyone to appear at her door, wearing dresses and suits.

Bitch.

Tink reached the apartment door she had been looking for. Hook had told her that she lived here. And Tink really wanted to talk to her friend, to the queen, right now. She knocked on the door.

[all-about-tink]

Tinker Bell's hairdo for the Storybrooke Ball.

Be sure to join us on Sunday evening!

[all-about-tink]

Tinker Bell's dress for the Storybrooke Ball.

Are you grazing us with your presence this Sunday evening?

[thewickedwitchx]

"Sometimes it’s okay to give into what you want, Faye," she murmured darkly. "Go on, sweet girl, tell me. You can trust me. We can be on the same side, we can work together. Give yourself to me and I can give you this.” She moved her fingers once, twice, then lowered her mouth again to torment her further.

"Tell me," she whispered against her skin, just barely loud enough to be heard over Faye’s gasps and groans, but surely she could feel the words forming against her heated flesh. “Tell me, Tink.”

[all-about-tink]

She didn't like being denied things, not one bit. There was no point in agreeing to do something if there was nothing in it for her. So when the witch, agonizingly slowly, denied her what she wanted, Tink grew frustrated. Or more frustrated than before.

Sometimes it's okay to give into what you want, Faye. Yes, she was doing that. She was ignoring that small voice in her her head that said to get out of there. Tink moaned when she felt the witch move again, cursing her in her head. She just wasn't playing fair. And there was no way that Tink trusted her even if she was trying to coax her with sweet words. She gasped as she felt the vibration of the witch's words against her. It felt so good. But what had she said?

Tell me.

Tell me...Tink.

Her eyes flew open and Tink backed away, slightly amazed that she was able to move at all after what had just happened. She breathed heavily, her dazed eyes slowly focusing on the witch. "What did you call me?" Surely she had heard her right. There was no way that Tink's mind would make such a thing up. "I-" she looked down at her naked body, her hands moving to pull her dress back up. Once she was covered she continued. "I should probably go. This, I, it's getting late." she got up on shaky legs. God had this been a mistake. She ran out.

[all-about-tink]

Wickedest Desires Storybrooke | Tink & Hook

[youvebeenhooked]

In all his years in Neverland, Killian Jones had learned that a man- or anyone- should never let Pan’s words get inside your head. The demon got off on twisting people’s thoughts, manipulating them to think exactly as he wanted. Hook was no idiot; that was exactly what Pan had been trying to do, and even though he knew better he was falling for it. It had taken longer to sit with him, but that year in the Enchanted Forest had given him plenty of time to think. Thinking, unfortunately, about what Pan had said in that forest.

For quite a bit of time, the pirate had felt almost as if he was torn between being two different people. He could be the man of honor that his brother would have been proud of, or he could be the man who had survived this long through this much. The struggle between putting the two together seemed an impossible one to win. As Tinker Bell put it, though- he was a pirate. There was no going back to being the wide eyed Lieutenant he had once been. Before he could consider the flask more, she had snatched it from him, causing him to look after her curiously as she placed it on the desk. 

"Aye," he agreed, deciding to push the darker thoughts to the back of his mind. After a moment, he flashed his trademark smirk. "We have rum to thank for a lot of things, if I’m not mistaken." That mischievous glint in his eyes told exactly what he was referring to- nights in Neverland that didn’t get spoken of. He was anxious to get past where he had almost let the conversation go, and changing the topic might be better.

[all-about-tink]

"I suppose so." Tink looked him over, a small smile playing on her lips again. They never really talked about Neverland but now that they were alone, something that hadn't happened in a while, Hook seemed to be bending the rules a little bit. And it was a nice reminder...even if it had never really meant anything. They had been far too damaged for their actions to be anything but scratching an itch. Sort of like tonight had been with the witch.

Thinking about her actions from earlier that night caused Tink to reach for the flask and bring it to her lips once more, taking Hook up on his offer to 'drink away'. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the brief moment of peace that the liquor brought with it before placing the flask back on the table and sighing. She glanced towards one of the small windows. The lack of light outside indicated that it was time to leave.

"I should probably go." her eyes returned to Hook's. "Blue really isn't a fan of me missing the curfew." The other fairy was actually the last thing on Tink's mind right now but she knew that it was time to return to her pretend life. And the convent was probably the safest place until Tink could figure out exactly how much trouble she was in with the wicked witch.

She walked towards the exit but stopped mid-way and turned back to Hook. "Thank you." It wasn't a word she used often but right now it was the most accurate and appropriate one to use. "You didn't have to be kind to me tonight all things considered." Yes, Tink had certainly been expecting more yelling and less mellow conversations over a drink. But maybe she had underestimated Hook. He had after all, just like her, changed since their first meeting. "Perhaps there is more honor in you than you think." She turned around and left.

[all-about-tink]

Wickedest Desires Storybrooke | Tink & Hook

[youvebeenhooked]

He wasn’t exactly a trusting soul. If anyone else knew about Tinker Bell’s memory, there was cause to worry. Even if that person happened to be Regina. He still wasn’t entirely trusting of the queen, despite their similarities. Actually, perhaps that was exactly why he didn’t trust her. Hearing that it was unlikely, though, did just a bit to ease his mind. Perhaps it would be best to clue her in. “Regina still has her memories. Emma and I are working on seeing if there’s anyone else.”

At her mention of his seemingly endless supply of alcohol, a characteristic Hook grin graced his face. His arms went out, as if to offer her the entire ship. “By all means, drink away.” In truth, even so long later, he couldn’t forget the words that had rung from Pan’s mouth. A one-handed pirate with a drinking problem indeed. “I don’t think she has her magic here, though, so your memories should remain intact. I would be more concerned about your life than anything else.”

There was not much they had learned about the witch since getting into Storybrooke. Regina knew the most, but was also under more scrutiny. Killian doubted she would be able to get close enough to Zelena to find out anything else. He lost himself in thought for the moment before Tink’s words interrupted his thought process. He looked up suddenly, meeting her eyes. He didn’t like the concern he saw there.

"I’m always alright, love," He answered quickly; too quickly. The truth was quite the opposite. Emma…Emma wasn’t on the same plane as he was in regards to feelings, and for all the cocky bravado he put out, he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel even a bit rejected. Killian was used to women landing at his feet easily, and while he liked the challenge, he had been very vulnerable with her. Vulnerability was not one of his strong suits, especially when he was trying to give up the rum.

He cleared his throat after a moment, looking away. “‘An one-handed pirate with a drinking problem.’” He quoted the menacing Pan, his eyes considering the flask again. “I’ve grown a bit tired of that being the best descriptor of me.”

[all-about-tink]

"Regina remembers?" Tink was surprised. She hadn't expected the former queen to remember her previous life. No, not considering how loyal she was to the town's Mayor. Then again, Tink had also been loyal - to some degree - towards the convent. It was like a game. A game to see how far they could go before their cover would be blown. Clearly Regina had been very good at playing, at least until Emma and Hook came to town. "I guess I wasn't the only one in hiding." Somehow knowing that her friend had been walking with her memories intact was a small comfort. It would, however, have been ever more comforting if Tink had known about it sooner. She could have reached out to Regina and they could have worked together.

She listened to Hook's humorous remarks about him always being alright. She didn't quite believe it. Hook had always been good at charming people and lying while a smile was plastered on his face. He was a true pirate in that way. But all that time in Neverland and Tink had come to known that sometimes even Hook could fail with his attempts to lie. Still, she knew that if he didn't confide in her then he had his reasons. And considering how much Tink had already played around with his trust today she decided not to push it. That was until he commented about being a one-handed pirate with a drinking problem. Who had said that? Surely Hook would never give himself such a nickname. He was a pirate, yes, but considering everything he'd gone through Tink wouldn't call him exactly a drunk. Because if he had a problem with alcohol consumption...well in that case Tink had one too.

"You are a pirate just as much as I'm a fairy." She eyed the flask in his hand. After a moments hesitation she snatched it out of his hand and got up, walking over to the desk and placing it there. She looked back at Hook, leaning against the table. "A drinking problem might be overdoing it a little bit, though. I don't think we can be judged on our alcohol consumption considering the situation we find ourselves in." She thought back at all those nights in Neverland when she would find comfort in Hook's flask as they sat in her tree house in silence. "If anything, I think we might have the rum to thank for us making it this far, don't you agree?"