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When people find their good hearts along the way

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dc. 22. side blog of supposedly mutlifandom villains; currently heavily OUAT/CS. desperately in love with colin o'donoghue and jennifer morrison. I yell a lot in my tags and occasionally write stuff. * on indefinite hiatus
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Fall by the seaside (get lost in the current)

Captain Duckling Christmassy AU: we see one another once a year and it’s getting harder and harder to say goodbye, so please stay.

Word count: 10,761

Rating: M

Also on ao3 & ff.net

This is my CSSS gift to @flipperbrain ! I’m so sorry I’m a terrible secret santa and it took me so long to get this to you. I had a bit of a writing block struggle with this particular story, so I wrote a different one (which i will also be posting, so surprise! two gifts in one!) and then finally came back to this one.

Despite my insecurities about this particular piece, I’m excited to share it with you! Thanks for being an amazing giftee :) I loved talking to you this past month!

 So, without further ado, here’s some Captain Duckling for you - I hope you like it!

There’s snow in the air and some in her hair, the delicate flakes settling between the twists and snarls of her weathered curls. She pulls her hood tighter around her face, trying to keep the sting of the wind off her cheeks and eyes. 

She feels like a fool for not bringing her gloves, left behind with all their fur-lined glory on the dresser in her bedchamber. She’s sure now that her fingers have turned blue and purple, rebelling so ardently against the cold.

Her teeth chatter and she releases an exhale of relief when she spots the tavern a few paces ahead, the yellowed glow of the lantern obscured and dimmed by the strong winds and white motes of frozen dew that swirl in the chilled air.

Winter in the Enchanted Forest is not a particularly pleasant time, the snowfall seemingly never ending, the wind fierce and biting, the cold more abrasive than one could ever dream.

And yet, she holds a certain fondness for the season. For the way the snow clings so heavily to the green firs, weighing the branches down in all their iced glory. For the way humanity huddles together, leaning on one another for help, sharing space and heat, memories and warm drinks.

She finds that even the most bitterly cold winters can hold a magical kind of warmth - something unreplicable in the sweat-filled summer months.

Emma pushes the door open to the tavern with as much force as her chilled hands can muster, shutting the heavy wood behind her, the echoing bang deafening in the quiet tavern.

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#okay I read this a while ago and had to leave the tab open and not come back for a bit because I had so many feelings#but I think I can reblog this now without being overwhelmed so here we go#I'M A SUCKER FOR DESPERATE LONGING FICS#and jesus is this one#these little snippets of once per year are just enough for me to be able to feel how much things change#and in contrast how much their respective feelings stay the same#and aughhh every goodbye just hurts more with each year#there's just so much want and stubbornness and love and ughhh#and the ending was so sappy#ughhh this was so good I'm glad I set it aside and got to reread it now haha#cs ff#cs ff rec
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