#dashing-pirate

[ofheartsandmagic]

@dashing-pirate​ replied to this:

that's not the spirit, love. I reckon you'll start to miss me when we part ways.

And why do you think I’ll miss you when we part ways? That pretty face of yours doesn’t work with me. You’re simply a means to an end just like I am one for you. You needed me to get your revenge on the Dark One, and I needed you to get to Storybrooke to see my daughter.

[themadportaljumper]

Starter for @dashing-pirate (because why not?)

The hatter heard whispers of a pirate in the Kingdom. What pirate would be foolish enough to enter the most awful of realms, Wonderland? After Jefferson had failed yet again at getting one of his hundreds of hats to work, he was tossed back into his prison cell. 

[greentinkerfairy]

"Hello, love. So I got a very tempting proposition for you that you might find intriguing. Fancy planning a cheeky prank on Tamara and her minions? I heard you're also one to tinker with those Weasley products and I've come into possession with a few that might come in handy. You in?"

"You've come to the right woman for the job. Can't stand that slag! I'm in! So what did you have in mind?"

[ofheartsandmagic]

Despite losing the wardrobe thanks to Emma burning it, hope was not lost for Cora Mills in the end. She knew magic was something Emma and Snow White weren’t skilled with, and Cora knew of many possibilities to open a portal when all hope seemed lost. As she approached Hook at their meeting spot on the shores of the beach, a small smirk pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Hook.” The two began conversing after that regarding what Cora learned from her time disguised as Lancelot. “Before you can finally skin yourself a crocodile, I think it’s time for you to really play the part of a blacksmith. I left Emma, Snow White, Mulan, and Aurora in Snow’s old home-- my daughter’s rightful home. How good are you when it comes to lying?” She had a plan to kill everyone and wanted Hook to gain their trust, but Cora had to make sure this was something the handsome pirate was capable of doing.

@dashing-pirate

[ofredjackets]

“Calm down, Emma. It’s fine. I mean, you just saved your son with magic, learned that everything in his book is real only to find yourself in the world you were born in. It’s fine.” Emma kept talking to herself as she walked mindlessly through the forest. The smoke somehow separated Emma from her son and she didn’t know where to look. With her hand on her gun attached on her hip due to hearing strange sounds, she wasn’t paying attention and didn’t realize she wasn’t alone.

@dashing-pirate

[ofredjackets]

@dashing-pirate (a response from this post)

Are you sure about that, love? I, for one, certainly find you very radiant, even when you're scowling at me.

Flattery will not get you far with me, you know. Are you always this way with women? Making passes at them when they’re clearly not interested and have told you as much?

[greentinkerfairy]

Starter for @dashing-pirate​

“You don’t happen to have more of that rum, do you, Pirate?” Tinker Bell leaned back against a tree, gazing up at the sky trying to find even a small sparkle of stars. Neverland has been growing darker and darker with the waning magic, even the night sky lacked the stars that used to shine. 

[lightxswan]

craving what you have || killian && emma

Princess Emma, daughter of Snow White and Prince James, called Prince Charming by most, couldn't take it anymore. She had grown up in the castle, protected by everyone. She was their only child, the heiress to the throne and she was threatened, but she didn't know that. The evil Queen was still out there, probably plotting revenge and her parents had kept her in the castle to make sure the queen could never ever touch her. Emma knew of it of course, but after all those years, surely the Queen could no longer want her revenge. How long would someone wait for that? Surely the fire of the emotion would die down, reduced to a weak glimmer maybe, an idea, but one they would never go through with anymore. Maybe she was out of ideas, maybe she was old and tired and revenge was no longer on her mind. But she simply couldn't imagine it anymore. There was no reason to keep her in the castle anymore. But no one would listen. For safety. For her own good. To protect her life. To show her how it should be done. Nothing held her there anymore. Sure, her parents loved her, but they were getting on her nerves. It wasn't like she wouldn't come back. She would. Emma took plain clothes from one of the girls helping and serving her. And then she just ran. The hood pulled down, she managed to sneak out and ran. For a day at least until she reached a city, her destination, she decided when she saw the harbor. From here she might go anywhere, wherever she wanted. Or so she thought at least. For now the princess needed a break. She bought herself ale and bread and sat outside, watching the moonlight reflected in the water of the sea, while she ate. Her bag lay next to her, because she did not think she would ever need to reach for the dagger she kept in there - she didn't expect the evil Queen to attack her but she was still not dumb enough to leave the castle without a weapon she could wield. She should have kept the tales her father told her in mind. Sailors approached her, making remarks about her, her dress, how pretty she was, naming prices to her. They thought she was a whore - maybe her choice of dress was not the best idea for a place like this, but how would she know? She had never been to a place like this.  Emma tried to reach for her bag, but they kicked it away, moving closer, touching, making more suggestive remarks. They were three against one. Even if she could have knocked out one - she might have - three of them were too much, too good at working together apparently for her to make them stop.  "Stop. STOP!! HELP!!" But she soon found out it was unlikely to receive help from any men. Some passed, but none even looked at her twice.  dashing-pirate