"What’s going on between you and Al?"
"What’s going on between you and Al?"
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“Pirate,” the voice whispered as if on a breeze.
Killian spun around, trying to detect the source of the word. The room was barren but for himself and a single dim globe of light that hung from the ceiling. Where was he? Was this a dream?
“Hook,” the voice breathed, and this time it sounded more familiar.
“Cora?” he asked softly.
The voice laughed. “I was wondering if we would meet again, pirate.”
“Why are you here, Cora?” Killian asked, her voice a painful reminder of a time when he’d let the darkness rule him.
“You summoned me. You all did,” she told him archly. He saw a shimmering shape materialise in the corner of his eye.
“I’m not the one that wants to talk to you,” he said firmly in the direction of the presence in the corner of the room.
“I know. But that can wait,” she said dismissively.
“What do you want?” He could see her almost clearly now.
“I wanted to warn you,” she said as she stepped forward. Killian blinked. This was not the Cora he remembered. She was younger, and smiling genuinely.
“Warn me about what?”
“Why Emma, of course.”
“I don’t understand,” he told her, backing away as she neared his position.
“Love is weakness. Unrequited love is ever so much worse,” she smiled kindly, but Killian felt the bottom drop out of his stomach at her words.
“Why are you saying this?” His breath was coming it short bursts, and his chest felt tight.
“We shared much together, pirate. Think of this as my parting gift. Emma can never love you. She’s too broken, and you are a villain. You will always be a villain in her eyes. Look at my daughter. She tried to be good and they abandoned her. Power is the only thing that has been consistently there for her since the day she got it. And what do you have now that you’ve given up your revenge?”
She paused and Killian felt his back press against the wall. His breath was coming quicker now, and a blackness was creeping over the edge of his vision. His knees wobbled, and he tried to use the solid wall to brace himself, but he began to sink to the floor.
“You have nothing. You are nothing. Loneliness and misery will be your only companions. Let go of this madness that has overtaken you. Leave her. You have a much greater potential than you realise.”
“I won’t,” he managed to choke out between breaths. “She is the only thing that matters.”
Cora’s eyes blazed and she suddenly seemed so much larger. “You fool,” her powerful voice reverberated through the room. “You could be ruling these seas in all the realms, and you choose a miserable life of domesticity with a woman that doesn’t even care for you?”
Killian tried to take some deep, calming breaths, and managed to regain some control. He thought of Emma and felt stronger, more capable.
Trust, a voice whispered from within him. A voice that sounded an awful lot like the Saviour’s. His saviour.
“She cares,” he gritted out. “Maybe not as much as me – maybe never as much as I do – but she is worth every second, every sacrifice. Giving up my ship and my life as a pirate is the very least I would do for her. She makes my world a brighter place just by being in it, and no kind of power or thirst for revenge can compete with that.” He took a deep breath, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. “Leave it be, Cora. Because I will love Emma until my dying day, and nothing you can say will change that.”
He blinked, and she was gone. Killian looked around, surprised to find himself in Regina’s house, lying on the floor near the table where they had performed the ritual. Chairs were knocked over, and he saw everyone else in various states of consciousness around the room.
He thought of David’s experience a few weeks ago. Had there been powdered Night Root in the candle?
His eyes fell on Emma, who was lying on her side facing away from him. He crawled to her and cradled her head in his arms.
“Emma,” he said as he shook her gently.
She stirred and blinked. “Killian?”
He nodded, relief blossoming in his chest.
“I dreamt that you’d left me,” she said drowsily. His heart ached at the lost sound in her voice.
He gathered her in close and clasped his arms around her.
“Never,” he whispered to her.
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ASDFGHJKL! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. This is too perfect for words! I think the feels just killed me again. Aislinn, you’re the best! :D
basically what happened to smeagol when he found the one ring is what happened to me when i discovered the internet
and we forgot the sound of trees
the softness of the wind
we even forgot our own names
I was so sleep deprived the other day that I tried to zoom in on a paper
wtf I just made that post
oh wait that is my post
I havent slept in 2 days
I like how sweden just decided one day that gender is fucking bullshit so they got a gender neutral pronoun and stopped separating boy clothes and girl clothes and have pictures of spiderman pushing a baby stroller in a toy magazine why isn’t every country like sweden
you push that stroller sassy spiderman!
you fight those bad guys girlfriend!
you style that hair lil’ dude!
and in that moment, i swear we all wanted to be swedish.
[puts head in hands] oh god he’s so attractive
make me choose:
↳cubocantagallo asked: Captain Floor
or Captain Charming?
Rebecca Mader | Wondercon 2014 Interview
which fucking fedora wearing friendzoned nerd made this thing
yeah but notice that the seal’s intent is to eat those fish and the shark offers a mutually beneficial relationship for them
in which a dudebro unintentionally makes a really accurate analogy for the reason that they’re single forever
That’s a whale shark. They’re docile and in no way threatening to people or those fish depicted. Seals, by contrast, will attack people, possibly out of a frustrated sense of entitlement combined with poor socialization skills.
Well that backfired spectacularly.
like how much more obvious does this need to be made for people to get it?
this isnt even an exaggeration
like at all
Yes I support gay rights.
Yes I would care if you died.
No I’m not going to reblog that post.