piratesails:

for my name twin and november buddy and just an all around lil nugget @queenemmaswan – happy birthday, Amy! I hope your day is as wonderful as you are. and all my love to @high-seas-swan for being a brilliant lifesaver (ficsaver?) (both, tbh).

soulmate au where you get a tattoo telling you the time and place you’ll meet them + “mine says 11:59pm, New Year’s Eve, Times Square. fuck.”

first day of my life.
[x]
ao3 | ffn

Under usual circumstances,
people move to New York City for the lights, the glamour, the opportunity to
make it big. Killian Jones wasn’t part of that conventional crowd. No, he’d
moved here because of the small print under his left collarbone that he’d seen
rather unceremoniously one morning in October while shaving, the shock of it
nearly causing him to take his ear off with his razor.

Soulmate tattoos aren’t rare,
but they aren’t exactly easy to come by either. The only person he knows of
that has one is Robin, and he lucked out by having the name of the bar he
manages appear on the inside of his forearm. He organised all his shifts
according to the time and month on the tattoo, and sure enough, in less than a
year, he’d found Regina. The same ink as his – 4:30pm, June, The Green
Tavern – on the back of her neck.  

Most people weren’t that
fortunate. Some, he’s heard, spend years waiting but never find the one they
are destined for, and eventually give up.

Killian has never been one to
give in. No matter how shitty the hand he’s been dealt. Even though Robin’s
day wasn’t specific, at least the place was spot on. Because, really, Times
Square on New Year’s Eve just as the ball’s about to drop? Bloody hell,
you’ve got to be kidding him.

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