i always knew there was a little pirate in you

a girl named j who's a sucker for fairytales

[lieutenantducklings]

[despair-if-you-did]

Ummmmmmmm can someone please let me know where Fragile Design went

[despair-if-you-did]

HAAAALP

Currently looking for a story and from what I remember Liam and Killian were princes of England (?), their dad remarried Cora, and Emma's dad was being promoted to a higher rank in the navy (?). And the story opens with Killian getting a lecture from Liam about his partying the night before...

[despair-if-you-did]

Kay I saw this tank top from PINK and now I just need some fanfic based on it because I definitely thought of Put Me In Coach.

[despair-if-you-did]

@killians-dimples definitely thought of your story (maybe hoping for a story... maybe...)

[despair-if-you-did]

Kay I saw this tank top from PINK and now I just need some fanfic based on it because I definitely thought of Put Me In Coach.

[despair-if-you-did]

It's funny, really, how I've seen all the gifs, read all the recaps, saw all the spoilers and when I finally get around to watching the mid-season finale, with the knowledge of what's to come, I am still a sobbing mess. The tears were real. So very, very real. My heart is broken. Send help.

[canaryarrow]

#SEND HELP I’M SHIPPING IT

[hooked-on-captainhook]

These are your Dark Ones…

[colinodonoghue-deactivated20221]

what about our future together?

[elriell]

OUAT Text Posts: random assortment 

[anagonyechiidi-deactivated20220]

(insp.)

[rollyjogerr]

please, don’t leave me. you have to stay.

[fuckstruckswan]

[lenfaz]

Someone explain to me how this is going to become the dark one.

[peterparkerrs]

But our f u t u r e…

[despair-if-you-did]

“I’m just happy to know you’ll have a future.”

And Killian closes his eyes and drops his head.

Emma can’t decide if her heart drops as well.

“That’s not enough for me!”

Tears are welling in her eyes and this is too much, this isn’t fair, no… Please, please, no…

“And cut!”

The words pull her frantically from her thoughts, her hands so woundly clenched in the lapels of his coat suddenly pull away as if scorched by flames.

Killian - Charles in this scene, this is a scene, this isn’t real, get it together Emma - opens his eyes and smirks.

She wants to knock the grin from his face.

“That was great guys,” Merlin’s voice booms across the studio, the smile on his face a huge hint that they finally, finally nailed it.

“Take a five and we’ll just take it from one more angle and I think it’ll be a wrap for the day.”

Grateful, Emma quickly gets to her feet, dusting off the small green leaves that have clung to her billowing white skirt. She hopes she’ll never have to see a pink rose again for a long, long while.

“You know, love, if you wanted to be in my company even longer there’s no need to play coy.”

The voice jolts her back to reality and she glares at the tousled-haired, blue-eyed co-star that has been a thorn in her side since she met him on day one. And as much as the rest of the world has fallen in love with Killian Jones, Hollywood’s British heartthrob, Emma Swan is not, hell no, most definitely not, a part of that demographic.

(She’s not, really.)

So for Emma Swan the more distance she has from her co-star the better.

And with that thought in mind she turns to walk (run, speed-walk) away.

But, to no surprise, Killian Jones has other ideas. Her elbow is suddenly in between his ringed fingers and she can’t help but let out a sigh.

“What do you want, Jones?”

“Why, nothing my fair Swan. I just thought you did excellent in the scene,” he smiles so brightly Emma can’t help but feel her heart skip a beat.

“One would think you’d actually miss me if I died.”

Emma rolls her eyes.

“I don’t think so.” 

She thinks the cold remark will have him release her because can he not touch her elbow and shoot sparks up her arm? That’d be great. He chuckles instead. 

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll have you know I’m very much alive now, you should take the opportunity.”

He wiggles his brows and the moment is lost. Emma wonders how her eyeballs haven’t fallen out with the amount of rolling she does.

She turns to walk away.

“In your dreams, Jones.”

“Oh, love, I’ll have you know you definitely are.”

Yup, she definitely wants to smack the grin off his face.

(Ok, ok she wants to kiss it. But the cocky bastard really doesn’t need to know that.)

-

(Instead he finds out about that little tidbit two months later in their shared hotel room.)

(At this point the whole world knows about #Kilemma as they’ve so happily been dubbed.)

(Really, Emma pouts the only reason that fans have given them that title is because Killian Jones is officially off the market.)

(“Swan, you can’t help that they think that when you happen to plant a big one on me every time a camera so happens to be in our direction.”)

(“Are you complaining?”)

(“Not at all, love.”)

(“Then they can keep dealing with a dilemma of a taken Killian Jones. You’re mine and I have no plans of letting you go.”)

[despair-if-you-did]

But but but what if he's only gonna be super dark to make her hate him that when he does die to finally get rid of the darkness she'll be okay with this. I can't.

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I don't even know how I'm supposed to function right now. It's been almost 1.5 hours. I am not over this. I'm not. HOW DO YOU MAKE ME CRY AT POOR BABY EMMA'S TEARS IN THEIR FIELD THEN MAKE ME CRY AGAIN BECAUSE SO MUCH FOR OUR FUTURE. BUT OMG A whiiiiiiiite picket fenced house. HE PICKED DAT FOR HER I CAN'T.