Do you believe in fairies?

Independent & extremely selective.

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piraticaltwit:

Alas, despite his best efforts, the bloody pixie keeps talking - shame that. Tongue presses to the inside of one cheek, ringed fingers drumming against the desk on which her prison sits as the pirate debates his next step. Bloody hell, it feels like she’s been on his ship for years, has she not bloody starved to death yet? Teeth rake across a rum flavored bottom lip as lips twitch into some semblance of a grin, thumb and forefinger giving a flick against the cage in an effort that sends her stumbling. 

“Apologies, love - “ Mouth twists in a feigned apology, brow quirking. “ - muscle twitch.”

And the fairy goes down as soon as she gets back on her feet, her wings not quick enough to catch her. Bottom lip pouted as she dusts herself off, tiny palms rubbing at her bum that made a sudden collision with the bottom of her cage. He wasn’t the slightest bit sorry– but she’d make him! As soon as she was free from her prison of what seemed like years she’d pull his ear until it turned bright red! And then she’d let it go like a rubberband– the recoil would surely get him! He’s being a nuisance– she much preferred being stored in the cargo along the rest of their treasure.

        “Or maybe you’re just SCARED! Is that why your hand twitches? You’re afraid.”

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piraticaltwit​:

“ I might be able to list one or three, love ..  But, alas, I find myself unable to. Given that - “ Voice lowers to a near whisper and he leans in closer, breath warm against the shell of her ear as he godmods to the fullest extent. “ - i don’t believe in fairies.”  

What a low blow. And oof– there go her feet. A fairy face down on the floor, what an embarrassing position to find oneself in! And how unfortunate-- she couldn’t quite reach his ankles for a taste of one SALTY PIRATE. She leans her face against a pair of angry fists as she props up her figure.

         “If you don’t BELIEVE-- then you’re talking to yourself, and that makes you cuckoo.”

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@piraticalwit​

       Leaning against the metal frame that kept her captive, she gingerly toys with the lock that separates her from freedom. She is a huff and a puff away from fainting. She did not agree with the stormy sea that foamed like a rabid dog. She preferred lakes, lakes with lily pads and fish that didn’t try to EAT you– most of the time. After all she was a fairy and carps with their stupid little fish brain could get quite confused– she was shiny, hooks were shiny... there certainly was an insult there that she could store for further use. She just had to FIND it first. But alas she was getting distracted from the task at hand. Her tongue pokes out from between her lips as she focuses all her remaining energy on the lock that doesn’t seem to budge no matter what she does. It’s like it’s not meant to be opened by a fairy. Rude. She hears the door open so she slumps to the bottom of the cage, slowly, dramatically as if a child was losing faith in her.

          “This place REEKS. Oh–– must be the company.”

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Hook.

                 For once the journey back to  his ship is not long enough for his liking,                  though he is mildly assuaged by the fact he’s able to give her prison a                      rather forceful shake another time of two during the walk. Ignorant                       pirate, was he? Damned bloody pixie….he’d show her the price for                      insulting a Captain.                                    “Easy, love. Smee would be so cross if you messed up his                                    favorite hat… “                      Once aboard, its straight to his cabin; door slamming in the faces of                      his ever watchful crew. What he does tonight, he does alone. Fingers                      reach into the hat, holding the rather irate pixie by her wings betwixt                      thumb and forefinger before shoving her into an empty rum bottle. Aye,                      let the stench make her sick .. One brow raises as he contemplates his                      prey through the smudged glass, curved steel tapping against the sides                      in a taunting manner.                                       “ Apologies, love. I’m afraid quarters aboard this ship aren’t                                        the best for prisoners… Though.. if you’ve a mind to change                                         that –– “                        Lips curve in a grin as he slides into his chair, black boots coming to                        rest on the table upon which her prison sits.                                           “ ––– Aye. I’m all ears.”

   It’s painful, her wings manhandled so roughly by salt soaked hands in    a manner that she found anything, but respectful.  Forced through the    neck of the bottle,  she nearly hits the ground before small wings carry    her the last few inches so she may yet stand  TALL  and not have her    wings dirtied by whatever the stench was. Headache already strives for    its best performance up to date.

          “ I have nothing to say to you. You’re nothing but a bully. ”

        Words are spat out in a way that indicates everything she’s feeling.         She’s not the one for hiding emotions, not that fairies were good at         that even in general-- but Tinker Bell had never known how to. She         is not interested in dealing with a damned pirate, let alone this one.         One of her feet kicks against the glass as a protest of some sort  &         she huffs. She’d  complain,  but he didn’t need to know how much         she had the quarters she was locked in.  Face was  twisted  into an         expression easily read; bored, nauseous and most of all displeased.

                    “ You won’t even fight anyone your own size. Scared? ”

[floydllawtonarchive]

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*slides sparkly cupcake over as a peace offering*

       “ You're not going soft on me now, are you? ”

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what the fuck is a fairy i dont believe in that shit

           //falls down and dies.

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         *rises from smoke and ash tbh*

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[thepirateblackbeard-blog]

      “Just wait until you get to know me.”

               “I’ll grow on you. You’ll see.”

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    “ Somehow I doubt that-- ”

           “ And the only thing growing is that atrocious beard of yours. ”

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     “Yes, little girl…”

              “I am wonderful.”

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     “Not quite what I meant.”

               “Actually-- not even CLOSE.”

[xthimblearchive-blog]

The spoon quickly came down with a sharp thwack. She did warn her. Wendy Darling grew up in a home with eight brothers, and one needed to learn how to defend their food at all costs. That is unless one wished to go hungry.

            “Get your own.” If Tink had thought to ask nicely Wendy might              have been more accommodating.

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            “ OW! ”

    Brows furrow together as the pain shoots through her arm. It’s only     a little smack on the fingers, nothing SERIOUS. But alas she ought     to take her roommate into more consideration had she any mind to     keep her.

                     “ I don’t HAVE my own. I’d get my own if I had                         my own, but I don’t so I won’t! ”

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          Theres a yell as the pirate lurches to his feet, lips stretching              over teeth in a grimace as the captain yells for his boatswain.            Bloody hell. He can’t kill her, as much as he’d like to. Fingers              wrap around the pixie’s form, stuffing her into a makeshift cage              until Hook sees fit to deal with her. What the bloody hell was he              thinking, bringing a damned pixie to his ship? Was he completely              daft? Even Pan wasn’t worth this damnable hell.        “ MR SMEE!!!!”                You’ll have to excuse his temper. He just had those pants dry cleaned.

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      The cage slams shut and the look on her face can’t be described       as anything but DISPLEASED. Horrified actually. Aggressively tiny       fists bang against the cage ( of rather poor craftsmanship that was )        and the fairy is enraged by his actions.

    “ You can’t just GODMOD me! You’re just the        goddamn captain, not a bloody miracle man. ”

             Excuse her temper as well-- her breakfast was cut short this morning.

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thepirateblackbeard

     “Another pirate--”

            “Wonderful.”

[gentlemanstarkey]

   Gasping at the sting of his abused scalp just before the pressure    is relieved, he stares at her from beneath furrowed brows, his    expression wounded and irritated but with no spark of anger. He    eyes the way she dances out of his reach, clearly expecting him    to give chase and retaliate, but he just shakes his head, his tone    quietly chiding her.

             “I’m a pirate, not a monster.”

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   She can’t actually DENY the fact that he is right-- so instead childish    wordplay one of the children had no doubt taught her in the midst of    an argument is put to good use.

       “Pirate schimrate-- doesn’t matter. ”

            Eyes squint at him now, is he offended? She’s called him             a dozen names by now and NOW he’s gotten his feelings             hurt? What a wuss. 

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   Burps fairy dust on the pirate’s lap.

          “Oh, excuse me, I was aiming for your face.”

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Gold.

truth be told, he wasn’t even sure what to say even if he wanted to say anything at all.     talking about baelfire wasn’t really something he ever wanted to do,     yet somehow at the same time it was all he wanted to do.    emotions were something rumpelstiltskin felt more than he’d ever admit  he  did  and  more  than  anyone else could or would ever guess.   all the emotions he had about his son  and  his  own  part  in  his  death weighed heavily on his shoulders as he carried them day and night.  but talking  about  them  was  never something he’d ever thought he’d have occasion to do.           only once had he even talked to dr. hopper about baelfire, but he didn’t know his son.    the woman beside him did.  mind still fuddled with thought, he turned slightly towards her, still not meeting her eye.            ‘ i hardly think i’m really the person you should talk to…— ’

        “ I’m sorry, for bringing him up. ”

There is a moment of hesitation before she blinks, letting her intentions be known. She hadn’t truly meant to open up a wound that was already closing and dirty it with her hands. But there truly was no one else. For perhaps if she tried hard enough-- she would find someone who would remember Baelfire like SHE did. There were those who knew him as just that, Baelfire-- Bae-- and those who knew NEAL CASSIDY. She couldn’t even begin to understand how deeply this had affected him out of all the people in this town. But she could see he was broken and if there was anything he could do to see his son again, he would. And that was the reason she wanted to talk to HIM specifically. But instead she nodded again, taking a sip of her drink and ending the conversation. He was free to go, if he wished.