2 кубок среди юристов Что? Где? Когда? ;)
Klaroline AU:Klaus shows his memories to Caroline.
A big thank you for the dialogue to Evie!
He’d never been the type to slip into someone’s dreams for benevolent reasons. There was never a time when the occasion called for it, and his desire was never strong enough. He was Peter Pan—the boy without a heart; the boy without love. But he was a boy who lost his gentle little bird—a boy whose most tender affections were reserved solely for the Wendy-bird. Despite his schemes and cleverness, he had to tell Wendy he was alive. If not for her sake, surely for his.
Wendy’s sleep was restless; he could sense it, as he entered her dreams. Her perfectly manicured world of magnificent forests, malevolent pirates, and a sky so brilliant even magic could not hope to imitate it, had fallen to crumbed pieces. It was a wasteland of dreams abandoned and forgotten—the kind of dreams people with broken hearts have. He licked his lips to clear the dryness, and readied himself to speak to her.
Peter had found his way into her dreams before. He’d never said anything—there was nothing to be said. He had simply watched as Wendy soared across oceans, fought pirates, and danced in the sky… have the kind of adventures Neverland, he, was supposed to offer her. He had never said anything while he watched, because in the morning she’d be there. In the morning, she’d be right where he left her.
But tonight, things were different. Tonight, his little bird was leaving his heavily barricaded nest. Tonight, there was a reason to talk to her in her dreams. A reason to remind her who she belonged to.
Rumple: (Wendy) She’s gone forever. She’s not coming back
Peter: I will find a way. I believe.
So this came up on my dash from one of the nonfandom blogs i follow. And all I could see was Emma and Killian ohgosh.
This is so beautiful someone please write a fic of the two of them being like this and Killian explaining constellations to her since he knows about the stars from navigating and what and then he talks about the second star to the right and just ajsf;lsfj im exploding from feels i just someone please make this happen i will love you forever.
It had been a long time since he’d watched the stars like this — sitting in a field and not striding the deck of a ship, taking markings by sextant or chart, one of the old sailor’s knacks he hadn’t lost. The stars in Neverland had always had a mind of their own, playful as fairies — some times they’d be in the same place, sometimes not, winking like eyes and dancing with the moon. The Jolly Roger could sail herself, of course, but she still needed her captain to tell her where, and Killian had learned the skies of a dozen different realms over his three hundred years. Let him see nothing but the night, and he’d still be able to pinpoint their location. He’d seen them roll by, spring and summer and autumn and winter.
They’d watched him too. He always knew they looked back, and he always wondered what they saw.
But now, here, the night lit up with falling stars and the milky glow of nebulae, he finally no longer cared. Could only sit close next to the woman next to him, their breath steaming in the chill, and point up at the firmament.
"Look, love. That’s the Drunken Pirate. Can never hold his whiskey, so he’s reeling three sheets to the wind."
Emma shot him an amused, slant-eyed glance. “You’re making that up.”
"I am not," Killian protested. "Pirate’s honor."
She gave him another look, quirking her eyebrow at him devilishly in imitation of his own habit, and it made him lean in and kiss her on the nose. She pushed him away, but tolerantly, and then proceeded to thoroughly mix her signals as she snuggled closer to him. He made a small humming noise of content and ran the fingers of his hand — his left hand, he’d never get used to it — through her blonde curls. What a heartbreaking mercy, what an unfathomable grace, to be sitting with her here while the night blazed above them and he was keeping her safe, knew that he could lean his head against her chest and hear her heart beating. What a strange and tender and transcendent thing. What a beautiful, strong, stubborn, brave lass.
His lass. His Emma.
"I know that one," she said, pointing up at the North Star. "That’s the one that always leads you home. In the old slave spirituals, they’d sing about it. Follow it to freedom."
"Eh?" Killian was still learning about the history of this world, but he smiled at her, eager to hear anything she could tell him. "Then I’d say that’s so. Second star to the right and straight onto morning… We’re home now."
"Funny," Emma whispered, leaning her head against his neck. ""The lost boy and the lost girl both. It makes no sense."
Killian couldn’t answer for a long moment, throat choked, heart too full. Then he leaned down and kissed her hair, breathing her scent, slipping both arms around her and pulling her close. “No, love,” he whispered, and the night was even brighter than ever, burning with a thousand memories, a thousand hopes, a thousand futures. “It makes all the sense in the world.”
AAHHHH THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO PERFECT I’M SO HAPPY I FOUND THIS
do u realize that the elevator scene is probably the first time Peeta has seen boobs irl
i like how he looks at katniss like omg do u have those