neverland renaissance! post-The Kiss
™ filth, to be more precise. this is my gift to you on this day, the holiday i do not like. expect no romance or love in this fic; it’s just filth. [ on ao3 ]
Kissing Isn’t TouchingEmma couldn’t get that one song by the Killers out of her head.
Her father had insisted that they stop for the night (“How do you know it’s even nighttime,” she’d grumbled, annoyed when no one answered her obviously rhetorical question). Regina had disappeared off to god-knows-where, so now it was just the four of them: Emma and her parents.
And Hook.
And, if she was being totally honest with herself, the ghost of Neal.
“‘Cause I just can’t look, it’s killing me,” she whisper-sang under her breath, pushing aside some stupid fucking leaves larger than her face and scanning for a good spot. Not that anywhere in fucking Neverland could be considered good, but she was determined to get some goddamned sleep, all by herself.
If only she could stop thinking about…
kissing isn’t touching–a cs neverland renaissance fic (rated E)
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