I’d go to the end of the world [ o r t i m e ] for you.
"My help? And what if I don’t give it?" the lass growled, arms folding across her chest. No matter what the captain thought of himself, she was certain he couldn’t make her do a thing she didn’t want to. Tiger was an independent girl, rebelling against the notion she might be compelled to do anything.
Shaking her head, she turned, offering Hook only her shoulder. “We’ve made our best attempts, and to no avail. If we knew how to escape this accursed island, don’t you think we would have by now?” They certainly weren’t sticking around for the scenery, or Peter Pan’s infamous hospitality. “Bother someone else.”
❝ Actually, I'm fairly certain that you have wasted plenty of time trying to escape here. The only difference is--you didn't have an enchanted vessel. The Jolly Roger can travel through realms with ease. ❞
Their only hope of escaping was the ship as Pan wasn't the type to simply let them walk out. Hook's gaze shifted from her to the ship in the distance. Things wouldn't be so difficult if he'd never burned the Pegasus sails in the first place. Now, they were faced with making another set of sails, which was what he'd need her help with.
❝ You won't get another offer like this. Pass this up and you're doomed to spend the rest of your days here. ❞
"You're insane…Why would you …trade the Jolly Roger…for a bean? Why would you do such a thing?" she asked.
❝ Because it was my only means of getting back here. If given the opportunity, I would gladly do it all again. Tenfold. ❞
"How in the world are you doing that?”
❝ Practice, darling. Plenty of years of it. ❞
( captnjones. )
“Your ship is worrying my new boys. I thought I’d warn you to set sail, captain.”
❝ Those afraid of a mere pirate ship shouldn't be here in the first place. There is far worse in these forests, you know that. I've yet to set sail as I've a bit of unfinished business to tend to. ❞
⊰☪⊱ —
“We don’t see many people with a hook nowadays.”
[the wolf commented, as he looked at the man next to him in the bar]
❝ I'd hope that'd be the case. We certainly can't have others soiling the name. I've a sizeable reputation to uphold here. ❞
Wrong Room || College AU
Emma swore she wrote down the assignment the week before, but now she couldn’t find it to save her life. She should have started it earlier, not the day before it was due, but she had a lot on her plate this semester, and a little procrastination never hurt anyone.
(She was pretending that was true, anyway.)
Being pretty sure that the girl who sat beside her was a floor down, she grabbed her phone and took the stairs, praying that whatshername — Whitney, it was definitely Whitney — was in her room or else she’d have to wait until that night to get started, and she already had a ton of other homework that needed done. After knocking a couple times on the door, knocks that she hoped didn’t sound too desperate, Emma stood back, leaning against the wall as she waited impatiently. It was only an afterthought that she was still in her flannel pajama bottoms and a tank top, not at all ready to be going out in public, but it was just a girl from her psych class, so…
He had managed to spend his entire evening sprawled out upon his bed, casually alternating between scrolling various social networking sites, and playing Five Night’s At Freddy’s. Thankfully, most homework gifted to him for the week had been completed in full, and at least two term papers were ¾ finished. This fantastic display of overachievement, while not entirely uncommon, managed to free up some extra leisure time, which the Irish transfer student took great pride in wasting.
Killian had literally been halfway through scrolling his timeline for the forty-fifth time when the sound of knocking broke the silence. Knowing fully well that his roommate was across the campus, his eyebrow quirked in curiosity, which was enough to prompt him with a reason to crawl out of bed. Part of him hoped that next door ordered another pizza, which was conveniently delivered to the wrong room. He wasn’t entirely above the idea of snatching a few slices before “realizing it wasn’t actually his pizza”. But, after opening the door, he quickly came to realize that this wasn’t the case.
“Can I help you?” He questioned lightly.
It only took a few seconds to recognize her. They were in the same Psych class, and while they had never really held a real conversation, Killian would remember that face anywhere.
“Emma, right?”
By the first light of the day, the morning peaks over the horizon.— that is where she earns her name, Aurora. Princess of the dawn, Queen of the Kingdom once lost to the sands of time. Deep in sleep she once faced horror and terror just as her mother had done before her. Within this terror filled world she found within herself the courage and a new found gift; the ability to walk in the world of dreams, to reach out to those in need. To sacrifice herself if the call came for it.
Indie Private and Selective Princess/ Queen Aurora. Based off of Old Fairy Tales and Once Upon a Time All formats of roleplay accepted,icons etc multiship, verse and fandom. Mun and muse are both twenty one+ but doesn’t smut, Original character friendly and skype available to mutuals for plotting and out of character chatting. Over Five years of roleplay experience with one year on tumblr.
outofpiracy; i'm going to be doing replies here tomorrow. before i go to work. i meant to come over here to do things, but i've been over at graham-humbert all evening. whoops.
independent red riding hood multi-verse and multi-ship fairytale and OUAT canon mature content tagged i. verses ii. rules iii. ask
Don’t ⓜⓘⓢⓣⓐⓚⓔ my кιη∂ηєѕѕ for { weakness }
for I will ςђ๏кє you with the same hand I fed you with.
outofpiracy; things i need to ship right now
- mad hook
- captain pan
please and thank you.
Killian being slightly annoyed ;)
But darling, I love you, blood and all.
Wendy didn’t get to furious very often, but having been without food for a week can do that to you. Make you weak—angry, eager to lash at anyone’s throat. Probably why Pan made food on this island so scarce.
The littlest thing was beginning to set her off— the crack of a branch as a monkey scampered above her head; the sound of a cawing pheasant, one that she’d been tracking for weeks.
More importantly, she was sure there was someone in the shadows; whether watching her, or simply there by coincidence, she didn’t know——all she knew was that it was slowly infuriating.
❝ I’ve no patience for games. So if you could show yourself, I’d be plenty grateful. ❞
It wasn't very often that he set foot on the island. Hook had always preferred to remain aboard the ship, safely out of arms reach from those who looked to wreak havoc. He did not deem such actions as cowardice, but rather a necessary measure needed to survive in such a harsh environment.
Unfortunately, fishing had become increasingly difficult. The crew had become restless to the point that they'd riot without a means of sustenance. Hook had not been spared in such feelings. He'd made the late night decision to leave his quarters, string up a dinghy and hunt the island for various resources. Anything to keep him from going mad.
While his attempts hadn't proved to be entirely fruitful, the pirate hadn't turned up empty-handed. With a sack of coconuts slung over his back, the sound of another caught his attention. Fearing it was a Lost Boy from Pan's brigade, his gut told him to book it to shore, but curiosity got the better of him.
He moved to step out of the brush, revealing himself to be another neutral in the area. His intentions had not been to hurt this darling girl before and they certainly weren't that now. A dark eyebrow quirked as he bowed his head in a ceremonious manner.
❝Didn't mean to startle you, my dear.❞