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takemetothemoon-fics · 11 months
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Perfectly safe
Title: Perfectly safe
Pairing: Killian Jones x reader
Word count: 863
Warnings: alcohol
Tags: Fluff, a loooot of flirting
Synopsis: Reader get's really drunk, and needs Hook to take care of her.
A/N: I am quite braindead so forgive me if I make some mistakes or anything in that direction.... Once again, enjoy reading :) btw, figured out the "keep reading" thing, so now it's not that long hihi
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In the end, you are grateful in a way. If you wouldn't have gotten that shitfaced, you would never have met him
You are sitting in a tavern. It's late. You felt lonely, and since you didn't have a person to solve this problem with, you decided to use your only friend available. Alcohol.
He's sitting in a corner of a bar, with his crew. He's had a few ales, but is acceptably sober. He notices a person with y/h/c hair sitting at the bar, all by themself. He walks over to you, and from this angle, he can tell you've had one too many.
"Hello darling." He says, in a flirtatious way, trying to asses your state.
"Hello sir." your words are slurred. You look to the man who appeared next to you, not having a clue who he is.
"Are you alright, my lady?" He asks, his brow slightly raised, his voice deep and gentle. he can tell by the way you're staring at him, and your speech, that you've had too much to drink, but he's a gentleman, and you've drawn his attention with your beauty. He takes the opportunity to lean in closer to see the color of your eyes.
"I'm fiiiine"
"You are anything but, darling, let me escort you home"
"I do not," you hiccup, "need escorting home." you switch up the way you sit, showing him that you are fine, but the act does not last long.
"My, my, you're a feisty one, aren't you?" he says, letting out a chuckle. He takes a moment to observe you, a curious look on his face. You are quite the sight, that's for sure. He leans in a bit close to you, looking deep into your eyes. "The only thing you need to do, is trust me." he has a devilish smile on his face, and then he tries to take your hand.
You pull your hand back. "I do not need anything from you."
"Are you quite sure, my fair lady?" He says, his voice sweet, yet with a small edge of authority. "My offer is still open, if it is of your desire", He says in a seductive tone - one that would have a lesser person weak in the knees, so to speak, but you are much braver than the usual ladies he pursues.
"Leaaaveee" You push my hand out, in an attempt to push him away. You miss completely causing you to fall.
"Hm," He grunts as he catches you before you hit the ground. "That was most unladylike", He says teasingly, but with an air of seriousness. He lifts you up and holds you steady under the arms, letting you rest against his chest and begins moving towards the exit, assuming that his gentlemanly gesture had changed your mind. "We would not want to make a scene in this fine establishment, would we, my lady?"
You mumble something, but he can't make much out of it.
He notice how your breath is heavy, and the blush on your cheeks is rather intense. He gets curious. With a swift move, he puts you back on the stool you were sitting on. "May I ask what a beautiful lady like yourself is doing in a place like this, and all alone, at that?" He asks in a gentle voice, but his gaze is intense, and the slight edge in it makes it seem like he wants to know the genuine truth. It is almost as if he's a detective who has to figure someone out.
"That is-" Suddenly, you become aware of your surroundings. you notice people glancing at you and smile or snicker once they notice your current state. "I need to get out of here."
"As you wish, my lady", His voice is deep and smooth. "I'll take you away from this place. But, please, tell me, what's your name, lovely one?" he asks, taking an opportunity to move closer to you, as he wants to get his hands on your waist. You can feel the heat of his body as we stand this close, and it would be very hard for a woman not to be intrigued by such proximity.
"Y/N." you say shortly, trying to put an end to the conversation.
"y/n. A pretty name for a pretty damsel. Killian. Killian Jones." He says, as he lays his hand on his chest. "Is there somewhere you'd like to go that is more quiet?"
"I want to go home. Ssso tired."
"Then we shall", He says in a gentle voice, with a small smile. "I'll escort you home, my dear." He starts taking you to the door, and then, with some effort, he hails a carriage. He opens the door for you so that you can get in first.
"Please don't do anything bad to me. I am in no state to defend myself" you say, as you hiccup for the 1000th time.
"You will be perfectly safe", he says, a genuine, reassuring smile coming on his face as he enters the carriage with you. "I will be your escort and your protector through the night, and the nights to come…"
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dunbonnets · 10 months
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PRINCESS BERIADIS & KILLIAN JONES
and i realize so suddenly that it hurts,          just how empty a creature can be while         still filled to the brim with drowning agony
reading link | inspo links | edited by dunbonnets | june 2023
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cosette141 · 1 year
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As You Wish (OUAT fanfic) | Oneshot
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Author: cosette141
Pairing: Captain Swan
Words: 1.4k
Summary: After Killian gets his heart back, Emma starts acting strange around him, and he finally realizes why. Oneshot
(under the cut!)
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a/n: Takes place after Killian gets his heart back in s4.
Also to note: the title doesn't refer to a Princess Bride reference xD
~cosette141
The first time Killian noticed the change in Emma's behavior was this morning.
Last night was the day that had almost been the last of his life, when the Crocodile had nearly crushed his heart. His heart was now safely back in his chest, and the Crocodile was blissfully banished from the town.
After the chaos was over and his heart returned, Emma had profusely apologized for not having noticed it was missing. However many times Killian had attempted to ease her guilt, it hadn't worked.
But beyond her guilt for not having paid closer attention to him, not having listened to her instincts when she'd known something had been off with him, there was a sort of… other look in her eyes when she looked at him. This sort of sadness.
Something he bloody hated seeing in her eyes.
As much as he'd wished she'd noticed his predicament, he couldn't blame her; there'd been so much chaos she'd been dealing with, and in hindsight, if she had noticed, he didn't know if the Crocodile would have hurt her or killed her to keep her silence. Or even bloody used Killian himself to do so.
However, even that dark fear didn't ease Emma's guilt, or that sadness in her eyes.
She'd remained glued to his side ever since, her hand almost always finding its way to his chest or her fingers to his wrist, in a subtle attempt to feel the reassurance of his heartbeat.
Something that touched him to no end.
But more than her guilt and more than that sadness in her eyes, was this strange change in her behavior around him that he didn't understand.
The first instance was this morning.
Emma had stayed the night, not for the first time, in his room. She'd slept tucked so close to him, her hand resting over his chest all night long.
When they'd woken, Emma had gotten out of bed, saying, "I'm going to get changed. Get us a table?"
Killian had smiled, getting up to do so. "As you wish," he said softly, enjoying what had become a routine for them, to get breakfast together.
But Emma had frozen, and whipped back around to him, eyes suddenly worried. "If you want," she said quickly.
Killian had paused, looking at her with confusion. A rush of color to her cheeks, and that strange sort of sadness in her eyes, she quickly said, "Actually, don't worry about it."
And in utter puzzlement, Killian watched as Emma rushed to change, her haste almost an embarrassment for something he didn't understand. She'd grabbed the door, giving him a smile that was so uncertain, something almost shy—such a strange look on her. "Want to get breakfast?" she asked, as if restarting the whole conversation.
Standing slowly, looking at her as if she'd gone just a little mental, Killian said, "Are you all right, love?"
"Yeah," she said, too quickly. "So do you want breakfast?" she asked again.
"Aye, if you're sure you're all right," he said, approaching her with a furrow in his brow.
"Yeah," she'd repeated. But she smiled, like his words were a relief. She'd taken his wrist gently, her thumb resting over his heartbeat again, like just that settled the rest of her nerves.
But even more curious, she didn't move, just staring at him.
Beyond confused, Killian gave her a little smile, saying, "Let's get you something to eat." She wasn't the best in the mornings, so he hoped perhaps her strange… essence today was simply hunger. When he led her out of the room, she let out a breath in something that looked like contented relief, and let him walk her to the diner, and insisted that he chose whatever table he wanted.
They'd shared the meal without any other… strangeness, but there was still something that he couldn't put his finger on.
So much so that he'd reached for her hand across the table, thumb resting on her wrist just to ensure that her heartbeat was right where it was supposed to be as well.
Emma's strange behavior continued throughout the day. Especially so when Emma's family invited them for dinner.
Emma'd asked him at least ten times if he wanted to go to the dinner or do something else, to which most of the time he'd replied, "Whatever you wish, love," which only seemed to frustrate her more.
It was now, as they arrived at the loft and David answered the door with a mock-exasperated, "Emma, Hook! You two take the long way? Get in here, the food's getting cold!"
Killian had moved to enter, but Emma had gone still again, and he paused.
"Love?" he asked as David left the door open, but went back to the kitchen to help Mary Margaret.
"You don't have to go in if you don't want to," said Emma, her sad eyes on him like what she was saying was the most important thing in the world.
Killian couldn't take it anymore. "Emma," he said, feeling his confusion about to burst. "Love, what's going on? Now it's you who's acting strange," he said, the words only making Emma lose color in her face. Killian's own brows furrowed in what was now much concern. "Emma? What's wrong, love?"
Her eyes suddenly filled with a thin veil of tears. "I just…" Her voice caught. "I just don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," she whispered.
Killian's brows only furrowed more, even more confusion dawning—
Until it clicked.
The past day ran through his mind, every instance where Emma had either accidentally told him what to do, or avoided doing so.
Even something as simple as get us a table.
It suddenly made heartbreaking sense.
"Emma," he said, his voice softening, brows furrowing for a different reason. "Is this because… because the Crocodile had my heart?"
At the look in her eyes, he was exactly right.
Being at the Crocodile's beck and call, being unable to move or speak unless the Crocodile willed it was the most sickening feeling of Killian's long life. It was a horrible violation of him, the feeling of being someone's puppet. It was maddening, degrading, but above all, terrifying. That no matter how hard he tried to fight it, he was fully at the Crocodile's disposal.
The fact that Emma had spent all day ensuring that everything they did was within his own will was the most heartbreaking, touching thing she or anyone has ever done for him.
Emma's eyes only filled with more tears, wet with guilt and sadness. Her eyes dropped from his to find the floor. "I just…" Her eyes shut. "I just know what it feels like. To have to do what you don't want to do." Her miserable eyes opened. "When I was in jail…" Her brows kneaded with bad memories, and Killian moved closer to her, feeling his heart ache worse than when the Crocodile had squeezed it. "It just…" continued Emma sadly, "I wasn't even in control of my own life, what I could wear, or when I could eat or go outside, and I couldn't leave," her voice choked, and Killian moved even closer to her, touching her face.
"Emma," he whispered, his own eyes stinging at the idea of her in such a place.
Her eyes found his again. "I know it's not the same as what Gold did to you," she whispered. "You had it even worse and I… I just hate that you had to go through it, at his command, of all people, and… and I just want to make sure you know I don't want everything to be as I wish, okay? I want you to be able to do what you want to—"
He cut her off with a kiss, feeling her need to keep talking, but eventually she gave in, and met the tenderness of it. When he pulled away, he met her miserable eyes. "Emma, love," he whispered, "I want," he said slowly, "to do what makes you happy. Because that makes me happy." As she opened her mouth to speak, he smiled, gently touching her lips with his thumb to stop her. "If there is something I don't want to do, I will tell you, Emma. Such as your insistence to teach me to captain your driving vessel, to which the answer is still no," he said dryly, his words easing a little laugh from her chest. But his smile softened even more, thumb brushing over her cheek. "I want you to stop punishing yourself for what happened," he said softly. "That is what I want most of all."
Emma's brows creased, but her lips tilted a little, cutting through the sadness like the sun through clouds. "As you wish," she whispered, smiling a little wider.
And he smiled back.
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Late Night Bottle
AO3
Summary: Killian handling a late-night demand for a bottle. A/N: A short fic (less than 500 words) that I wrote for OUAT-tober 2022 for the parenthood prompt. Since I have a lot of new people on my site, I thought some of you might enjoy this one. :)
Killian scowled as the numbers slowly approached zero. Steam was already pouring out of the contraption, surely the bottle had heated already. He knew it took the full six minutes to get the cold milk up to temperature; but, every wail permeating from the baby monitor sent another arrow through his heart and made his frustration at the descending numbers grow exponentially.
Time was definitely moving slower tonight.
Another wail from the monitor tore him from the staring contest with the cursed timer. He picked up the monitor, switched the screen on, and a wiggling, kicking, little bundle grimaced up at him. Her little face was squeezed together as she prepared to let out another cry.
“I’m coming, lass, just give me another…,” he looked at the timer. Ten seconds, it read. He’d commandeered ships, defeated the most trained navy crews, he was the most feared on the ocean for centuries.
This bloody warmer wasn’t going to win this battle.
Killian took a quick breath, reached into the steam mist, cursed as the steam condensed on his hand, and put the piping-hot storage container on the counter. Grabbing a dish towel, he twisted off the cap and poured the milk into a bottle.
As he ran up the stairs, he dipped his pinky in the milk - it was close to body temperature - and screwed the top onto the bottle tucked between his arm and chest. He took the stairs two at a time, trying to get to Hope as quickly as possible.
“I’m here. I’m here. I’ve the bottle. I’m here,” he soothed, he set the bottle on the small table near the glider. Hope continued to cry out as he crossed to lift her out of the crib, and Killian continued to murmur to her. He pulled her into his arms, wrapped her blanket around her waist, and bounced her on their way to the glider.
Once they were cuddled, her head cradled in his left arm, bottle in her mouth, he let out a long breath. The room was filled with the sound of waves crashing from the noise maker and the steady rhythmic sway of the glider, which reminded  Killian of the peace that he’d only found in late ocean nights.
However, the heavy head pressed into his arm, the sweet sounds of sucking, and the small hums of satisfaction as Hope devoured the bottle he’d brought her filled him with a warmth and contentment that exceeded even the best night at sea.
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hannahhook7744 · 2 years
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MadHook edits/scenes part 5;
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Jefferson as a tailor/art collector/tea shop owner. As his job during and after the curse.
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Killian as a co Sherriff/mechanic/bartender/ harbor master. As his job after the curse.
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Little Harry (Hook) Jones aesthetic.
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Baby Harry (Hook) Jones aesthetic.
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Harry Hook's similarities with his fathers, Hook (Killian Jones) and Mad Hatter (Jefferson).
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Could be pre madhook or post break up madhook. Either way, it's funny.
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If Jefferson were to get caught after kidnapping Snow and Emma during the curse and was forced to talk to Archie in a Mad Hook au.
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Madhook quote edit.
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'A regular occurrence in the Hightop-Jones house' edit.
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riordanness · 6 months
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Love Underwater
Captain Hook/Killian (Once Upon A Time) × Black Reader.
Light smut and angst.
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Killian wasn't always bad. He was kind and considerate.. gentle. He caressed your face with his only hand and spent unrushed hours smoothing your small coils around his fingers, staring into your eyes as you talked endlessly about life and the future. Despite his bloody and sadistic past, you were sure that he wasn't the same Killian that did all those unspeakable things under his pirate moniker Captain Hook.
Captain Hook was a detestible monster responsible for a slew of cold murders and crimes.. Killian felt shame, remorse, and most of all, love.
The two of you made plans. You were gonna settle down, get married, start a family. No more past, only a bright and beautiful future full of love and children's laughter.
Then he was shot by a vengeful bullet, fired before you could blink. It was hazy summer afternoon in your favorite forest clearing. You watched in horror as he tried to register what happened before he collapsed, bleeding out onto the grass.. in your arms.
While his dying words were of undying love and dashed hopes, your tears stained your face and wet his hand, which was pressed sweetly against your cheek. You felt his heart. He was at peace.
But you were not. Deserved or not, you couldn't accept it. You wanted the planned future with a warm home and children. You NEEDED him to live for you and stay with you to keep you from falling apart. He was your family.
On top of that, you wanted vengeance on the one who dared rip everything from your hands. Death to his killer. It was tearing you apart.
"I.. Killian, I know a way to bring you back if you trust me," you whispered, trying your best to keep him comfortable and convince him.
"You were never good at lying," he smiled, stroking your cheek. "It's okay, really. You'll live a good life, and I'll ALWAYS be with you. Death can't stop love."
"But, Killian, there is a way... It's not the best way, but-"
"NO," he said sternly, softening when your eyes got even sadder. "I know what you're thinking and no. Promise me you won't use it. I know myself, and I'd never resurface if I became a dark one. It's taken everything in me to kill off Captain Hook, and I only did it because I wanted to be with you. I'm still a selfish man. I'm begging you... Don't make me be a monster."
You looked deep into his eyes, feeling just as hopeless and selfish as his life spilled on the grass. He'd found it deep within his bones to change and become a good person once. He could change again with a little help from you. You wouldn't abandon him. You had faith in him to defeat the evil in his heart.
But even if he couldn't and was never your Killian again... you couldn't bare the pain of losing him forever, so you did what you felt you had to.. to bind him to life.
You used Merlin's sword to turn him into a creature of evil. A 'dark one'. Only then could he live on forever immortal. One deep stab through the gut was all it took just before he died. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you took in the look of betrayal in his eyes. His hook wrapped the sword. He was hurt.
You knew there was a chance that he would never, ever be yours again.
Once he passed out, the black liquid shadows of wickedness surrounded and overtook him like a bath of ink clinging to his form and possessing him. He was lifted high and enveloped until he was regenerated.
His face and body were the same, but his brow was set, and the look in his eye had turned wicked.
"Is there a reason you look so sad? What's happened?"
He still had concern. You stared in shock and uncertainty as he approached you as he always had, with gentleness and calm. His touch on your cheek was the same.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Speak to me."
"I.. Let's.. Let's get out of here."
He seemed so confused. "Oh. Ok... Where would you like to go?"
"Anywhere. I'd go anywhere with you."
He didn't remember. He didn't understand that he was different. He didn't understand what you'd just done to him.
You took his arm like it was your lifeline, taking in his scent and his warm. It was hard to regret when you had him back like this and so close.
He could never know, you determined. For his own sake and for yours. You would be with him always and be his reasoning. Single-handedly (no pun included), you would protect him from himself and redeem him at any cost while hiding what you'd done.
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"Sweetheart, you seem off lately. What's been on your mind and don't say 'nothing,'" Killian stalls, watching you from the door of the Captain's quarters... his and your quarters. You thought he'd gone.
It's been over a month at sea with him and his rancid crew since he's returned to piracy as Captain Hook, as though he's never left. You've seen evil in him that you've never known.
He's manipulated, murdered, lied, and pillaged. He's done it all indescriminately, with no mercy. He's overtaken the weak, the old, the young, and the feeble. He does not blink to murder nor does he care. He didn't even waste a second in hesitation when he got Merlin killed. Merlin. His mentor.
What's worse, you've failed horrendously in bringing him into the light. Every passing day comes with difficult decisions and results in deaths. You've done terrible things to stay by his side.
It's hard to see yourself this way, plunged so deep into villainy, but you won't look back if it means you'll be together with Killian.
He needs you. You need him.
"I'm fine. I was thinking about the seige on DunBroch. How will we destroy King Fergus and his army? His daughter, Merida. She's also a problem."
"Is that what you're worried about?"
He takes you carefully into his arms, squeezing you hard like he's afraid you'll disappear. You have been distant, despite your thoughts always being on him.
"You don't have to worry about me," you reassure, gripping the black leather sleeves of his jacket for grounding.
If you push the world from your mind, you can almost pretend for a moment that everything is perfect and he was never shot. The two of you never turned down a dark path. Everything is fine.
You pull him into your fervent kiss, your desperate tongue seeking his in an effort to escape with him into a miracle. Your hand tossles in his soft brown hair. His skin is flushed and warm.
You nudge him toward the table, where you splay yourself over the large tattered map, your bottom half on DunBroch, and your top on Fairy Tale Land.
You've been wearing black leather in solidarity with Killian as his right hand, but that leather comes off and forms a pile on the cabin floor.
"Ooh," you grip the table as the ship rocks on the ocean, nearly throwing you. Killian grips you for stability.
You briefly wonder if you should check outside, but Killian reads your mind and protectively pins you. Your silent plea to be ravished despite the turbulence takes precedent.
"If we die, we die," he whispers, taking you on the spot with no protection. Your bare heat envelopes him. He's entranced by your pull and drunk on your pheromones, falling into your neck, nibbling and grazing down your body with unending kisses that lay their claim with dark bruising on your brown skin.
His dick pulses inside of you, teasing your pleasure receptors with textured grinds and swelling pressure as you both fight gravity in the name of sex.
"Captain! Captain!" The mangy crewmates bellow and panic on the deck.
You tear away enough to reason that sex will always be there. The important thing now is to ensure the safety of this ship. Nudging him doesn't work. You have to push. Finally, he heads out with you quickly redressing, grabbing anything to stay upright.
"Well well well if it isn't Captain Hook and his one true love," a goose-like thin white woman grins. You look at Killian. It's clear by the sword raised to her narrow pale throat that he's never seen her as far as he remembers.
But you have.
"Ohhh," she pouts, flicking the tip of the sharp sword like it's wood. "You could use that if you'd like, but it wouldn't kill me. Go on... Try it."
Killian didn't hesitate. He ran her through, but she pulled it out with a roll of her eyes.
"Pathetic. I thought you were the mighty Hook. Guess I was wrong."
"Who are you," Killian squints as you look on, unsure of what to do. Her appearance is so sudden. If you charge, you look suspicious. If you don't, she may talk.
"My oh my has she kept a lot from you," she teases to Killian.
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't listen to her Killian," you finally speak up. It's your first mistake. Now he's suspicious of you.
"You know her?"
You can't lie. Not about this. "Yes... She's the Wicked Witch of the West."
"You killed my sister," she grins, seething with evil intent as she approaches Killian. It's clear she's caused the waters to rock upon boarding the ship, broom in hand.
Killian is shaken for the first time since he's come back to life, but he's never backed down from a fight. He's willing to die right now.
"STOP," you step forward quickly.
"I don't think I will," the wicked witch grins, releasing a howling cackle toward the sky as she summons a lightning bolt to strike Killian dead.
He shakes and sizzles like he's stuck as he's being fried before your eyes and the crew who watch idly in fear.
That lightening would've killed any one of them easily. It would've killed Killian... If he were mortal.
He looks at himself in awe, not a scar, not a scratch. He knows as well as you that survival was impossible, yet here he stands.
"And now you know the truth," says the witch. "That you have been betrayed by the only person you've ever loved more than yourself." She grins, watching it register in your eyes and Killian's. "How I love that broken look. Everything taken from you."
You can't deny that he's standing before you unharmed, but you can try your best to explain why you did what you did to him in that meadow.
"You lied to me?" He stares, waiting for you to tell him something. Anything. "You've been lying to me this whole time."
"I couldn't lose you," is your truth. You stood on it then, and even if he never forgives you, you still stand on it. "I need you in my life, Killian. And you didn't deserve to die."
"Yes. I did," he says with no hesitation. All warmth leaves his eyes, and his brow sets, ice cold. "I told you. I didn't want this. Now I'm stuck this way forever, and it's because of you."
The venom is palpable. There's despair, rage, and most of all, the pain of betrayal.
You try your best to appeal, telling the entire truth. Everything. You love him so violently and passionately that you will do anything.
"Anything?" His tone lifts, interested. It's not the same interest you're used to. It's sinister. The interest he shows to those who cross him. It's a vendetta. "If what you say is true... and you did curse me for eternity because you love me... step onto that plank."
He raises his sword to you and backs you up onto it when you stand in front. The point of the metal in your back, you hover over dark and deep water, cold and full of unknown danger. It's a sure death with no islands in proxemity to swim to.
"Ah ah," he tuts as you turn to look at him, your once charming love. "You said anything or did you lie about that too?"
"It wasn't a lie that I love you," you maintain. "That'll always remain."
"Oh yeah?" He smirks, nudging you further to the wavering and creaking edge.
You're seconds from a steep drop, but even so, your mind is on Killian. You did this to him. You took a man who, with hard work and discipline, had done a 180 with his life, and you put him back where he started. You knew if he ever knee the truth there was a strong chance you'd lose him forever and now forever had come.
"Any last words?"
"Death can't stop love."
You see the break in his expression. It's only a second, but it was there.
He quickly recovers, leaning in to grit his own finishing line.
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In the end, it's his sword going directly through your gut that ends it. He looks directly into your brown eyes, content to rip the blade out of you causing pain both ways.
There's no more regret in his eyes.
You fall off the edge of the plank, content to disappear from his life forever as a body lost at the bottom of the sea.
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The people who say drowning is painless... have never drowned before.
Once you dipped beneath the cold surface of the near-black waters, you lost all oxygen and gradually lost your body heat as well as blood.
The salt water burned your lungs on entry, and as you sunk deeper, your lungs filled. You didn't even struggle.
The light disappeared. You lost all sense of direction, floating blind and weightless in pitch black.
You didn't mean to hurt Killian. You never wanted any of this to happen, especially him finding out like this.
But there was something else he didn't know that both you and the witch had neglected to tell him.
Despite the burn in your eyes, you swim as long as it takes to see a glimpse of light. From there, you push to the surface and swim searching for land and fighting fatigue.
You didn't have the heart to tell him, lest he think he could never escape you. He wasn't your slave nor your toy. You weren't playing with his heart or trying to control him.
If he wants, you'll stay away. You won't see him. You won't be there no matter how much it hurts you because at the end of the day you will always love him.
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Six Months Later
You're at a pub bar in Storybrooke, your home, when you look to your right and spot Killian, but return to your lemongrass drink.
He comes to sit beside you, but you're used to that. Wishful thinking.
"Beer," he requests from the bartender, taking a big sip and hesitating with his hook tapping the tall glass. "I might have... overreacted," he says.
It's off script from what you typically torture yourself with through memories. He touches your hand, and it's like you wake up.
It's him. He's actually there.
"How did you know I was alive," you ask, genuinely surprised that he'd seek you out.
"I knew as soon as that witch stabbed me. If I was a dark one, you were too. You were always that way. You wouldn't hurt me without hurting yourself." He sighs, wondering how to word what he wants to say. "I've been angry, but I'm realizing that part of that anger... is the curse, not you. I don't hate you, not anymore. I just don't think we can ever work out again."
You get a better look at him, seeing he still looks like himself. His eyes have softened, just a little.
"I've been working on my journey, trying bit by bit to change myself. I did it once when I was in love with you. Maybe I can do it again."
He looks hopeful. You smile at him.
"Maybe," you agree. "I believe in you."
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He hesitates to speak and you use the opportunity to touch the warmth of his face, watching it slightly redden before he gently pulls away.
"What have you been up to?"
"Working... in Baker's Man Bakery, making cakes as quickly as possible. Those cakes are in high demand."
"You were always good at that," he nods. "You were good at a lot."
"Thank you..."
He takes a large gulp of his beer, and you sip your lemongrass, feeling awkward. There's a lot of dead air between you, but it's full of emotions. You remember moments like this with him before the bad things happened.
"What's funny," he asks.
"I was just thinking of the petty arguments we used to have then we'd sit there awkwardly just like this, trying to find some sort of mutual excuse to make up without admitting fault."
"It was a team effort," he smiles genuinely at you for the first time in a long time.
You'll take it. Quickly, you look away so as not to ruin it, deciding to change the subject.
"I hear the beer in New Wonderland is ins-"
The soothe of his lips on yours erases the thoughts you were thinking. His kiss is like a balm that calms the burn in your heart. He grips your head as he takes your tongue hostage. You taste his alcohol as well as the months of his frustration. Opposed to what you so deeply want, you pull away to keep things between you on a positive end.
"Maybe one day, when... If... I'm able to change like before... we could-"
"Sure," you nod, willing to take that deal. "Come find me."
"I won't be immortal anymore if that happens," he stares. "Neither will you."
You knew that a long time ago. Your lives are connected. You hug him once and watch him leave on his complicated journey to shed the evil once more.
The next time you see him, there's a strong possibility that both of you will be mortal once again. He'll be the Killian you fell for, and you'll be stronger.
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NOVEMBER 15TH 2023
ONCE UPON A TIME APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 4
LYRICS/SONGS THAT RELATE TO THE SHOW TRIBUTE VID- ‘WAYS TO BE WICKED’
Song: 'Ways To Be Wicked' by the Descendants cast
(The amount of hours and effort I put into this edit is quite honestly insane. But I hope you like it!)
The fact that these lyrics fit so perfectly with these four is just amazing. 'With us, evil lives on. The right side of wrong, there's so many ways to be wicked.'
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Of Pirates and Princes - Chapter One
Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader
Summary: You are merely a shop owner sharing a street with an insufferable mechanic. If that’s true, why do you keep dreaming of Princes and black sails? OUAT crossover
Warnings: enemies to lovers, fluff, swearing
A/N: First part wooo! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know if you would like to be tagged! xxx
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Chapter I
The floor was hard and rocky beneath your fingers, as was the wall behind your head, you couldn’t dig your way out of this cell, that was clear enough. Boots crunched against the ground and you lifted your head, smirking when the tall man peered through the bars.
“Where’s your master, General? Was he too afraid to come and see me alone?” you snickered.
“Where are the jewels?”
You scoffed, “the lady Susan’s jewels? Why would I have them?”
“You were seen in the company of the men who did steal from the carriage down in port. They had the gold and silver but no jewels, and they let you get caught.”
Those men were idiots, your father would have skinned them alive if they weren’t bound to be executed by the Prince. They had failed to protect you.
“Hmm, what a conundrum.”
“Release her,” a different voice, a softer voice came from the shadows, the pale moonlight illuminating his handsome face.
“But, Your Highness,” the General started but he didn’t get a chance to finish as the Prince cut him off.
“We have searched her belongings and her person, we have not located the jewels or any other contraband. It is not a crime to choose poor drinking companions.”
The General muttered something as he walked off and you glanced over at the Prince, “I’ve been here for five days.”
The Prince smirked as his dark eyes beheld you from the other side of the bars, “have you? My apologies, I had no idea,” you scowled at him.
The Jolly Roger was still docked in the port and you smiled as you ran into the Captain’s open arms, “I was so worried about you, Y/N.”
“I’m fine, dad,” you smiled and he pulled out of the hug, holding you at arm’s length.
“How did you get away?”
With a smile, you pulled a dagger out of the wood of the ship and used it to cut a hole in the lining of your tunic, “either the Prince and his men are idiots, or you taught me very well,” you laughed as you pulled out the jewels you had stolen from Susan’s carriage.
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The bell to your jewellery shop opened, causing you to lose grip of the crystal that you were trying to set into the ring, “fuck!” you jumped and your friend laughed at you.
“Sorry, Y/N.”
You smiled and looked at the clock as you grabbed your jacket, “no, I’m sorry. I lost track of time, lunch at Granny’s?”
Regina nodded and the both of you left the shop, switching the sign to closed, “how’s Henry?” you asked.
Regina sighed, “he still thinks I’m the Evil Queen.”
“From Snow White?” Regina’s son, Henry held a strong belief that everyone in town was a fairytale character from his book, his relief was so strong that he had brought his birth mother to Storybrooke, all the way from Boston.
Regina nodded at your question causing you to laugh and quirk an eyebrow as you looked at your friend’s clothes, “well, you do have the look.”
Regina rolled her eyes, “don’t be ridiculous, Y/N.”
You laughed as you opened the door to Granny’s, your smile fell almost instantly as you quite literally ran into the man you wanted to see the least.
“Woah, I’m so sorry,” he laughed as his hands came up to steady you, as soon as he realised it was you, his smile dropped and he scowled at you, but his hands didn’t leave your waist.
You recoiled and Caspian rolled his eyes, “your hands are filthy.”
Caspian scowled, “I’m a mechanic, darlin’ kind of comes with the job.”
“Whatever,” you stormed right past him and into the diner.
Regina followed you as you sat down at your usual table, “that was the most ridiculous argument ever.”
You scoffed, “I hate him, I hate him so much and I don’t know why but there’s just something about him that irks me. I can’t put my finger on it.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Regina spoke up and you glanced at her in surprise to find that she wasn’t looking at you. She was looking past you with a faraway look on her face as if her mind was elsewhere.
“What for?” you asked.
She didn’t say anything, she just smiled wanly and placed your usual order when Ruby came around to take the order.
“I keep on having the strangest dreams.”
Regina raised an eyebrow as she looked at you warily, “what about?”
You twisted your ring round on your finger as you recalled the dream from last night, “there was a pirate ship and a Prince. There was a jail cell in the depths of a great castle, it felt very much like a fever dream,” you laughed.
“Dr Hopper may have something for dreamless sleeps.”
You shook your head; the dreams may have been weird but they were not unwelcome. Lunch was nice, Regina seemed truly happy and you didn’t speak of your dreams or Henry again.
On your way out of Granny’s you grabbed two bear claws, one for you and one for your mom, that was your tradition, every Monday you would have lunch with Regina and then you would go for coffee and a catch up with your mom. You dropped Regina off at her office before driving to your mother’s cottage on the edge of town. As soon as you pulled up to the cottage you could sense that something was different but you didn’t know what until you rang the doorbell.
“Y/N,” your mother smiled with a questioning look on her face, “what are you doing here?”
You laughed as you held up the brown paper bags, “bear claws?”
She nodded with a smile, “sorry dear, it’s been a long day. Come in.”
You smiled as you stepped over the threshold and hugged your mom, kissing her cheek before you walked through to the kitchen, your blood running cold. Twice in one day? Someone really had it out for you. There he was, looking cleaner than he had from when you last saw him a couple of hours ago. He looked up from his phone and he dropped it on the kitchen counter, the clatter making you jump.
You scowled at him as you saw the remains of a bear claw on your mother’s floral plates and a coffee cup, “what’s he doing here?” you complained to your mom as she rolled her eyes and followed you into the kitchen.
“Y/N, don’t be rude, Caspian was kindly dropping off my car after he fixed it for me.”
Caspian shot a dazzling smile at your mother that you just wanted to slap off his face as he stood from the kitchen stool, “it really was no trouble, ma’am, after all I couldn’t have you traipsing all the way into town from here.”
Your mother grinned and handed him a tupperware container which made you glare at Caspian, “you’re a lifesaver, and you won’t have to eat greasy diner food tomorrow.”
“Thank you, ma’am, I’ll see you soon,” he glanced over at you with daggers in your dark eyes, “Y/N.”
You didn’t say anything but if looks could kill he would be six feet underground, your mom walked him out and when she came back into the kitchen she had a disappointed look on her face.
“Why can’t you just be nice to him, Y/N? He’s a lovely young man.”
“Oh come on mom, he’s rude and arrogant.”
Your mom sighed as she flicked the kettle on, “oh, Y/N, you really need to grow up.”
As you were getting ready to close the shop, the little bell tinkled and you looked up with a surprised smile when Henry walked through the door. Regina worked late every Monday so Henry always came by the shop to start on his homework until Regina picked him up. You would have thought that he would have been spending time with Emma.
“Good to see you Henry,” you smiled as the boy placed his backpack on one of the tables in the shop and began to get his things out.
“Hi, Y/N,” he smiled brightly as only a child could smile as he got out a heavy leather bound book and you knew that that must be it.
“So, that’s the famous book, huh? Kind of offended that I’m not in it,” you laughed as you tidied some things away, “want a sandwich and some juice? It’ll be a while before you’ll be having dinner.”
“That would be great, thanks Y/N,” he started to scribble in his notebook as you went through to the tiny little kitchen in the back. You poured Henry some orange juice and made him a sandwich, cutting off the crusts just like you knew he liked it and came back through into the shop and placed it in front of him.
“There you go,” you spoke cheerfully and Henry took one big swig of the drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Oh, I think you actually are in the book,” he grinned and started flipping through the pages.
You laughed as you quirked an eyebrow, “oh yeah? And who am I? A princess I hope,” you sat opposite Henry.
He shook his head as he pushed the book towards you, “no something much more cool.”
You looked down at the colourful artwork splashed across the page and saw the pirate standing at the bow of a ship. The drawing of the woman did kind of look like you, she had different hair but she had the scar through her eyebrow just as you did. As you looked down at the drawing you could almost hear the call of the birds and the ocean breeze.
It reminded you of your dreams.
“So, what’s this story about?” you tore your eyes away from the book and looked at the little boy sitting opposite you.
“It’s about that pirate and the Prince of the land, sworn enemies but they fall in love one day when the pirate saves his life.”
“Why would a pirate save a Prince?” you asked flipping through the book, your eyes coming to rest on a tall man with ink black hair and even darker eyes. You closed the book with a snap and pushed it back over to Henry.
“I don’t know,” Henry shook his head, “maybe she’s good, not everyone has to be a villain.”
“How does the book end?”
“Why don’t you keep it and find out?”
You laughed considering his offer, mentally deciding against it. Regina would never forgive you if you knew you were encouraging her son’s impossible belief.
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I'm back!!! After months and months of creative exhaustion and writer's block, this story came to me one night when I couldn't sleep. It's just a little one shot of pillow talk in Camelot that's a little fluffy, a tiny bit angsty, and a whole lot of tenderness. I hope you all enjoy it!
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               Killian wished for the first time for those garish artificial lights of Storybrooke. As Emma said, he was becoming a 21st century man, and he had come to enjoy the ability to see his beloved in all her glory, even after the sun went down. Here in Camelot, however, he had to rely on his sense of touch alone to map the marks on Emma he had come to know so well.
            “You and I, we understand each other,” Emma had said once, and the longer they were together, the more they saw it to be true. Though many a woman had warmed his bed, he still felt self-conscious the first time Emma saw the scars that riddled his body, yet she had smiled in that knowing way she had, and had cheekily said, “let me show you mine.”
            His thumb now grazed the puckered one on her shoulder, a form of punishment by a foster father using the tip of his cigar. He nudged her hair aside with his nose, then lightly brushed his lips across the faint white line behind her right ear, caused by a broken beer bottle.
            “I thought I ducked in time,” Emma had chuckled when she told him the story, “until I felt the trickle of blood dripping down my neck.”
            He knew what it was to make light of a person’s past, as if childhood slavery was just one of those things that happens sometimes. There was nothing normal about it, however, just as there was nothing normal about Emma living in an alleyway at the age of ten ducking from beer brawls.
            Emma shifted in his arms with a contented sigh. He wished she could sleep, but since the darkness wouldn’t allow herself that reprieve, at least she could find solace in his embrace. “You silence the voices in my head,” she had told him, pressing her nose to his collarbone. If that was the case, he would not leave her side, though the sleeping arrangements hadn’t made her father very happy at first.
            Killian’s fingers danced along the jagged scars along her upper back, the newest ones, from when a skip she was chasing pushed her into a plate glass window. That story elicited a shrug and bragging rights that she only missed a few days of work. Bravado – he understood that defense mechanism as well.
            They really did understand one another.
            Emma reached around for his arm and pulled his hand down to lace his fingers with hers. She pressed their joined hands to her chest, and he noticed the slightest change in her bearing. An almost imperceptible stiffening, and did her pulse just kick up a notch? She shifted again, this time as if she were uncomfortable.
            “Are you alright, love?”
            Emma released his hand, and using her magic, she lit the candles in the room. Then she rolled over to face him, her hands fluttering, as if she didn’t know whether to touch him or not. She finally balled them up in the sheet that covered her, pulling it up to her chin.
            “Do you know the song ‘Brandy’?”
            Killian chuckled. “You know my only knowledge of this realm’s music is you and Henry. Right now your lad is educating me on something called punk? Apparently, it was a favorite of his father’s.”
            Emma rolled her eyes. “Oh yeah, Neal loved that stuff. I prefer the classics.”
            “Like those beetle people?”
            “The Beatles, Killian, and yes. Also Motown, Elvis, Creedence Clearwater Revival. I don’t know why, I just always liked the old stuff.”
            “And this song? ‘Brandy’? Is by one of these singing groups?”
            “Uh, no, but it's kind of the same genre, I guess. I don’t know even know who sings it, actually. I thought maybe you’d heard it at Granny’s or something. It’s about this girl and a sailor, so . . . “
            “Ah.” He nodded, encouraging her to go on. He was glad she’d lit the candles, though he still couldn’t see her well. Well enough, however, to see the furrow of her brow and the way her lips turned down. This was obviously about more than a song. “Most sailors I know prefer rum, though. Brandy is a little high brow for our modest tastes.”
            Emma rolled her eyes, which was precisely what he’d been going for. “Brandy is a woman. She lives by the sea and serves drinks to sailors. In a tavern, I guess.”
            “Aptly named.”
            Emma adjusted her pillow beneath her head and rolled over. She continued the story gazing up at the ceiling instead of looking at him.
            “The song tells the story about her and the man she falls in love with. He’s a sailor, and he loves her, but always leaves her.”
            Killian is beginning to see where this is going. He shifts closer to her, propping his head up on his blunted arm so he can look down at her as she speaks. With his hand, he strokes her arm gently.
            “The chorus,” Emma continues, “is what the man always says to her: Brandy, you’re a fine girl. What a good wife you would be, but my life, my love, my lady is the sea.”
            There are many things Killian could say. The first thought that comes to his mind is that the man in the song is either an idiot or a complete cad who most likely has a girl in every port. He’s known the type. People probably assume he’s the type, but he was always careful that his one-night stands had the same expectations he did. He actively avoided women who would be a “good wife.” Not every sailor had good form, however. He could explain all of that to Emma; tell her that the song is unfortunately a common tale, but it’s never been his.
            He knows, however, that none of those things are what Emma needs right now. So he waits, without moving, his hand still caressing her arm. Emma releases a puff of angry breath before speaking again.
            “I’ve always hated that song.”
            “Emma, love,” Killian says gently, shifting onto his back and reaching for her, “come here.”
            She comes to him a bit shyly, and he smiles at her gently as he cups her face with his hand. In her gaze, he can see hesitation. Fear. He doesn’t know if it’s the darkness whispering doubts, or if it’s her same old insecurities, but this is one battle he knows how to help her fight.
            “My life,” he says, kissing her cheek, “my love,” he kisses her nose, “my lady,” he kisses her forehead, then pulls back so he can gaze into her eyes, “is you, Emma.”
            Her eyes well up with tears, and a hesitant smile teases the corners of her mouth. “The Jolly Roger was your home for so long. You had nothing holding you back. Nothing tying you down.”
            Killian shakes his head. “Emma, you said once that you and I understand one another. You, like me, were an orphan. What is the one thing all orphans want more than anything else?”
            “A home,” Emma breathes without hesitation.
            Killian nods, then kisses her fiercely, pulling her to himself, his hand tangling in her hair, pouring into his kiss all his hopes and dreams for their future. When they part, breathless, Emma presses her forehead to his, her smile finally full and joyous.
            “So I didn’t freak you out when I mentioned that white picket fence?”
            Killian tucks her against him, wrapping his arms fully around her. As he kisses the top of her head, he thinks of the real estate ads he and Henry have been looking at, one house in particular that looks fit for a princess, with a view of the sea.
            “Not at all, love. I want that too.”
            Emma snuggles further into his embrace, her hand splayed on his chest, right over his heart.
            “Good,” she says, with that edge of smugness he’s always found so endearing.
            He tries to stay awake, for her sake, but the warm, flickering light of the candles, combined with the softness of her in his arms, lulls him more than the ocean waves. Just as sleep pulls him under, he murmurs against her hair.
            “You’re my home now, Emma. My life, my love, my lady.”
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phantomstatistician · 1 month
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Fandom: Once Upon a Time
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Source: AO3
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takemetothemoon-fics · 10 months
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helpless pt1
Title: helpless pt1
Pairing: Killian Jones x reader
Word count: 984
Warnings: blood, swearing
Tags: angst, hurt-comfort
Synopsis: when reader gets really hurt, she has no choice but to go someone who is not really her friend....
A/N: I'm back!! I think this will be a multiple part story, I wanted to test something new. so the idea was that y/n arrives at his door beaten up and weak, and he has to kind of take care of her, but she's cold and doesn't wanna open up to him. enjoy :)
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They got you good. Your face is bloody, and you're covered in bruises. You're a long way from home, and won't make it back in one piece, so you have only one choice.
You new his house wasn't far from where you were, so you gathered yourself and went.
You stand in his doorway, bloody and beaten up. Your knees are weak and you're on the verge of collapsing right then and there
"I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go" You say, weakly.
His eyes instantly show concern. While you are definitely not his friend, he's not a complete monster.
"Come inside"
You try to get over to a chair, but your legs are unstable and it causes you to stumble. He lifts you to the chair as gently as possible, and leans you back. He takes a moment to study the bruises.
"You are beaten pretty badly. Who did this to you?"
Your breathing is heavy. Blood drips out of your mouth on the floor. there's a huge cut on your face, and blood leaks from it. You exhale, not giving him a response. You don't want to open up.
He gives you a stern, but concerned look, waiting for you to speak. It's breaking his heart to see you so roughed up. If this were any of his men in this state, he would be furious.
"You got any antiseptic?" I say, with a cold tone in my voice, breaking the silence.
He gets to work quickly, cleaning the injuries and getting the necessary supplies for stitching it up. He takes a deep breath and asks the dreaded question
"Who did this to you, y/n?"
You wince in pain as he touches the cloth to your open wound "It's none of your concern."
He shakes his head. "Your pride is going to get you killed. I have never seen an enemy left in such a state. You can hardly walk. Tell me. Who did this."
You lean your head against the wall, closing your eyes. You let out a groan, feeling discomfort because of your wounds.
"No offence y/n, but you truly are stubborn. I'll ask again. Who did this to you?"
"Let it go Killian."
"No. This could be vital information. The person who nearly killed you could attack you again, or attack me and my men. Or we could have some common ground on this matter. Please just tell me who it was."
"It's nothing!" you yell in frustration as you stand up with trouble. "Thank you for the care. I'm going now." You stand up, regretting your decision of coming here in the first place.
He stands in front of the door and sighs, shaking his head "I can't let you leave in this condition, y/n. You are practically helpless."
"Let me leave." You try to push him aside, but you have no strength left, and it causes you to have to take a step sideways, leaning into the wall with your hands.
"You cannot leave. You are in no condition to move. If whoever attacked you finds you leaving this state, for all I know they would just finish you off. Do not be so stubborn."
"Why are you acting like this? As if you care about what happens to me."
"You may not believe me y/n, but I do care. You have caused me a great deal of grief and rage, but seeing the state you are in right now fills me with empathy. So I'm not asking you again. Who did this to you?"
"It's nothing of your concern Killian"
"I am telling you, it is my concern." He takes a deep breath "Whoever did this to you, they are not good. I am willing to set our little rivalry aside to make sure this person doesn't cause any further trouble. I am only telling you this once, y/n. Who did this to you?"
"shut up." you say, softly.
He rolls his eyes. "What a surprise, the proud, stubborn woman finally breaks." he steps closer and towers over you, looking you dead in the eyes "Who. Did. This. To. You!"
"SHUT. UP!" You yell at him, your voice shaking. Your eyes tear up a little bit. You take a deep breath and put your hands at the wall, holding yourself up.
He notices how much this is obviously hurting you. You are on the verge of tears and it takes all your strength to keep from collapsing. It secretly pains him to see you in such a state. He sighs and looks at you. He takes a step closer and places a hand on your shoulder. He speaks in a softer tone
"I know this may be a shock to you y/n. But I'm willing to put a hold on his hate for you to help you. We can put our rivalry away temporarily and focus on this matter at hand. All I ask is for you to tell me who did this to you, so that I may ensure this does not happen to you or anyone I may care for again."
"Fine. It was Sunamo and his men." You say softly, having your eyes closed.
His eyes show shock and his jaw drops at such a name. Sunamo is a sadistic monster who knows no mercy. He lets out a slow exhale. For the first time in all his time knowing her, you are showing slight trust in him. This is certainly a breakthrough.
"What did they do to you?"
You look at your shoes with a puzzled look on your face, looking for words.
"Take your time. I am not going anywhere until I get the whole story. This Sunamo is someone I have had my eye on for a while. You are not the first to suffer at his hands. What did he do?"
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Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x10 The New Neverland
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Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.
Word Count: 736
Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (12) (13) (14)
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Killian sat brooding on his barstool at Granny’s diner nursing a mug of beer.  As he watched Emma converse with her lad, his heart sank.  He loved her, wanted her more than he’d wanted any woman in centuries.  He wanted to be with her, be the man she came home to at the end of the evening, the man she confided in, loved, gazed at adoringly, the man she allowed in her life and in her bed.
But more than anything, he wanted to see her happy.  They understood each other, that was true enough.  Though the circumstances couldn’t have been more different, their lives were similar in a heartbreaking way.  Like him, she’d seen too much pain, too much hurt, too much fighting just to survive.  He deserved the fate he had, but she didn’t.  She deserved everything, every happiness life had to offer.
Even if it wasn’t with him.
He’d had hopes when they were in Neverland that he could be a part of that happy future with her–especially after the earth-shattering kiss they’d shared.  He’d been quite serious about pursuing her, courting her, winning her heart honestly and with no trickery.
But it had all been a beautiful but unattainable dream–as odd as it was to have one of those on a land seemingly built on nightmares.
He’d seen that clearly as soon as the Roger had touched down upon the waters of Storybrooke and his passengers had disembarked.  He hadn’t expected a ceremony in his honor, effusive speeches of gratitude.  He hadn’t even really expected thanks, but he had hoped for…something.  Some acknowledgement, some camaraderie, some, any, sense of belonging in the group of triumphant heroes.
For a split second, he thought he’d get it.  The lady Snow had spoken of someone they needed to give credit, someone they needed to thank, and his heart had lept, thinking it was he of whom she spoke.
But he should have known better.  It was Regina who was the focus of her gratitude.
No, Killian could see it clearly at that moment.  Pan had been right.  He was, and would ever be in their eyes, nothing but a pirate, a villain, someone with whom they could make temporary alliances when the situation called for it, but someone to never truly trust or allow within their inner circle.
He couldn’t blame them, truly.  He’d spent centuries committing the vilest of acts in pursuit of his revenge.  There was far too much in his ledger that he could never wipe out.  Swan deserved someone worthy of her.  Henry deserved a better father figure.
Whether or not Neal fit the bill, he didn’t know.  Swan hadn’t given him details of how Baelfire had hurt her, but it was clear he had, deeply so.  Perhaps the wound would prove to be too deep to overcome, but Killian had to give the lad the opportunity to try.  He owed him that much at least.  He would not be the cause of another family breaking apart.
Maybe a miracle would happen.  Maybe in the end, Swan would choose him, but in the meantime, Killian knew what he had to do.  He had to back off for the sake of the boy–both the boy Baelfire had once been, the one Killian had betrayed, and Swan’s own lad.
Aye, perhaps a miracle would happen, but Killian didn’t trust to hope.  He’d long since lost the right to wish for miracles.
Note:  Grrr!  If there’s one thing (other than Neal just being…well…NEAL) that makes me crazy about 3x10, it’s the fact that the heroes just seem to dismiss Killian.  Look at what he did for them: He went back to Neverland, the place he’d spent centuries of the worst years of his life.  He chose to bury the hatchet and work with his sworn enemy.  He’d offered his ship and his services for as long as they needed them, and in exchange?  In exchange they took it all for granted, not even thanking him, barely even acknowledging his presence.  They’ll give Regina credit for the role she played in saving Henry, but they won’t even acknowledge the far greater role Killian played, and it just makes me both sad and angry for him.  Thus this fic.  We know Killian suffers from a good deal of self-loathing.  This is what I assume led to his decision to back off when it comes to Emma.
NEXT CHAPTER->
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cs-rylie · 8 months
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My first CSSNS fic, The Journal! A ghost story based on Native American mythology
Updates every Thursday
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mie779 · 8 months
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MY CSSNS FIC
Finding Caldera -The Hidden World of Dragons
It has been such fun reading this year's CSSNS (@cssns ) contributions, some I still haven't read, but they are saved and I'll be subscribing to those who have started a multiple chapter fic.
This year my focus was on dragons, and while one could have picked the type of dragons found in Game of Thrones, I looked towards my kid's favorite dragon movie "How to Train Your Dragon". Movies I love myself, and find the story of Hiccup and Astrid very sweet and romantic, and their characters could deff be CaptainSwan in my world. So I changed the Vikings out with Pirates in this OUAT take on "How to Train your Dragon". And added a touch of steampunk too, just because I do love the old classic "Treasure Planet"
I had the pleasure of being paired with @undercaffinatednightmare as my artist. She made this beautiful mood board for the story
My beta help has been @th3capta1n who had been a valuable help fixing obvious grammar mistakes. Thank you.
Read it here FF.NET and AO3
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hannahhook7744 · 2 years
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Descendants and ouat masterlist part 2;
Sometimes this list will feature my friends, @dragoneyes618 @descendants-extended and @cleverqueenchild . So go check them out.
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Descendants fanfiction;
Cj in wonderland;
Summary; Cj Hook and Ally Wonderland have tea and terrify everyone around them.
It's a twin thing.
Summary; The Smee/Gaston twins acting like the stereotype of identical twins, i.e. finishing each other's sentences, moving at the same time in the same manner, knowing where the other one is, etc.
Dr Jiminy part 3;
Summary; if Jiminy Cricket had his own show that was a mixture of Murray, Jerry Springer, and Doctor Phil.
Dr Jiminy part 4;
Summary; if Jiminy Cricket had his own show that was a mixture of Murray, Jerry Springer, and Doctor Phil.
Dr Jiminy Part 5;
Summary; if Jiminy Cricket had his own show that was a mixture of Murray, Jerry Springer, and Doctor Phil.
Baby Thomas Tremaine;
Summary; Dizzy, Cj, and Harry meet Captain Tremaine's baby son, Thomas.
What if the Villians were good parents part 1;
Summary; If Frollo was a good parent.
There is no gold in Virginia;
Summary; "Guess what, Dad," Rick Ratcliffe said. "There is no gold in Virginia!".
Rick's and Clay's Big fight;
Summary; when roughhousing goes wrong.
First Day At Auardon Elementary;
Summary; Rick Ratcliffe being a good role model. In a total isle way.
Why Clay Clayton is afraid of water;
Summary; a Clay Clayton centric fic that takes place at Mal's Hellraiser party at HellHall.
A light for nobody;
Summary; Chad Charming Angst with a hint of a happy ending.
Vks in Therapy part 1:
Summary; Rick Ratcliffe goes to Therapy.
Too little, too late;
Summary; "I've paid my dues, time after time, I've served my sentence and committed no crimes-“For Anthony Tremaine.
Parenting Problems in Agrabah;
Summary; Jasmine and Aladdin are overprotective of their youngest adoptive daughter, Salima. Which is worsened by the fact Jasmine is pregnant with Aziz at the moment. And Salima sneaks out and gets hurt.
Lights off;
Summary; lyric fic about the aftermath of d3 staring Audrey.
Soul Mark (Sea 3 +Chaudrey Additon);
Summary; Chad, Audrey, and the sea three are soulmates. Platonic or romantic.
Soldier Poet King;
Summary; Chad, Doug, and Ben from childhood to adult hood.
Welcome to the family:
Summary; a short story featuring Pin and Tulip Lampwick pranking someone.
Saving Christmas;
Summary; Ben saves Christmas for Audrey and Chad after finding out they aren't having the best time.
Bestie WHY?!;
Summary; Eleanor (Daughter of Alexander and Princess Eilonwy) , Pin ( Son of Pinocchio and Alice), and Tulip (Daughter of Tiger Lily and Romeo Lampwick) attempt to get up to some mischief. Key word being try.
Auradon Gossip;
Summary; Pin shares some Auradon gossip with his cousin, Tulip.
Moodboard/aesthetics;
Vat7k aesthetics;
Isle kid Moodboards revamped part 1;
Isle kid Moodboards revamped part 2;
Isle kid Moodboards revamped part 3;
Isle kid Moodboards revamped part 4;
The Next Generation of the Atlantica Royal family (Moodboards) part 1;
The Next Generation of the Atlantica Royal family (Moodboards) part 2;
Ouat/descendants edits;
Captain Swan edits;
Summary; Emma x Killian edits featuring their family.
The Lost Children edits part 1;
Summary; edits of my fanfiction where the descendants kids were born to their ouat parents only to be taken to Neverland by Peter Pan.
The Lost Children edits part 2;
Summary; edits of my fanfiction where the descendants kids were born to their ouat parents only to be taken to Neverland by Peter Pan.
The Lost Children edits part 3;
Summary; edits of my fanfiction where the descendants kids were born to their ouat parents only to be taken to Neverland by Peter Pan.
Descendants in the Heroes and Villians parts 1-3;
Summary; edits of the descendants in the Heroes and Villians verse.
Descendants in the Heroes and Villians part 4;
Summary; edits of the descendants in the Heroes and Villians verse.
Descendants and ouat edits/scenes part 15;
Summary; ouat and descendants crossover edits if the descendants kids for my crossover fanfictions.
Descendants and ouat edits/scenes part 16;
Summary; what the title says.
Descendants and ouat edits/scenes part 17;
Summary; what the title says.
Descendants and ouat edits/scenes part 18;
Summary; what the title says.
Descendants and ouat edits/scenes part 19;
Summary; what the title says.
Cursed in Storybrooke moodboards Part 1;
Summary; moodboards for my ouat/descendants fanfiction of mine.
Cursed in Storybrooke moodboards Part 2;
Summary; moodboards for my ouat/descendants fanfiction of mine.
Once Upon a New York Au Moodboards;
Summary; moodboards for my ouat/descendants fanfiction of mine.
Rants:
My problems with the descendants Heroes;
Summary; what the title said.
Quick question;
Summary; rant and confusion about why no one ever apologizes to Chad.
Fancasts:
My descendants fancast redone part 1;
My descendants fancast redone part 2;
My descendants fancast redone part 3;
My descendants fancast redone part 4;
My descendants fancast redone part 5;
Descendants Headcanons:
P.A.T.I;
Summary; P.A.T.I stands for 'People Against The Isle', which is a group of people who were against the isle of the lost's creation. Here is the list of these people.
Blending descendants friend groups headcanons;
Summary: Headcanons about the main aks and vks.
Chaudrey Friendship headcanons;
Summary; Plantonic Chaudrey headcanons.
Tremaine-Westergaard-Stabbington family headcanons updated;
Summary; My headcanons about the Stabbington, Westergaard, and Tremaine family in descendants.
Tartie headcanons;
Summary; friend sent me this request-- can you come with a fanfic or some hc for my decendants oc Tulip Lampwick and Prince Artie? i ship them-- and I complied.
Lil Chaca headcanons;
Summary; Lil Shang x Chaca headcanons.
Hunelim headcanons;
Summary: Hunter de Vil x Jim Jr x Elisa/Eliza Fae headcanons.
Rap/Rolly headcanons;
Summary: Ruby x Hap headcanons.
Lonnie Headcanons;
Summary; Li Lonnie headcanons.
Melody of Atlantica headcanons revamped:
summary; how Melody fits into the descendants universe.
Chloe Charming headcanons revised;
Summary; Chloe Charming headcanons pre- the actors announcement.
Derek Dwarfson Headcanons;
Summary; headcanons about Derek, Doug's brother.
Rick Ratcliffe Headcanons Revised;
Summary; Rick Ratcliffe headcanons.
Ginny Gothel Headcanons revised;
Summary; Ginny Gothel headcanons.
LeFou Deux Headcanons;
Summary; Lefou Deux headcanons.
Harriet Hook headcanons revised;
Summary; Harriet Hook headcanons.
Anthony Tremaine's headcanons revised;
Summary; Anthony Tremaine headcanons.
Li Shang Jr Headcanons;
Summary; Li Shang Jr headcanons.
Eddie Balthazar Headcanons;
Summary; Eddie Balthazar Headcanons.
Hermie Bing Headcanons;
Summary; Hermie Bing Headcanons.
Soaring Angel Headcanons;
Summary; Claudine Frollo and Lefou Deux.
Audrey Rose Headcanons;
Summary; Headcanons about Audrey Rose.
Chad Charming Headcanons;
Summary; my disney descendants Prince Chad Charming headcanons. This is not Cinderella and Prince Charming friendly, so don't like, don't read.
Hadie Headcanons revised;
Summary: Hadie headcanons revised.
Tiger Peony headcanons revised;
Summary; Tiger Peony headcanons.
Cj Hook headcanons:
Summary: Cj Hook headcanons.
Ak Headcanons;
Summary; How I view the lesser known aks.
Descendants birthdays headcanons;
Summary; what the title says.
Auradon's round table;
Summary; what Ben's round table would look like.
Random Descendants headcanons;
Summary: what the title says.
Language headcanons about the vks;
Summary: what the title says.
Mad Maddy headcanons revised;
Summary: what the title says.
Shan Desiree headcanons;
Summary; Shan Desiree headcanons.
Yi-min headcanons;
Summary; Yi-min headcanons.
Jade of Agrabah headcanons;
Summary; what the title says.
Jane Darling headcanons revamped;
Summary; Jane Darling headcanons.
Rachel Ratcliffe info;
Summary; info about my oc.
Information:
Known Descendants Stuff;
Summary; what the title says.
Descendants Timeline;
Summary; what the title says.
Locations on the isle of the lost;
Summary; what the title says.
Locations in Auradon;
Summary; what the title says.
Random:
Characters in descendants oc-ified:
Summary: Background characters turned into ocs.
Naming background vks redone;
Summary; background characters named.
Unpopular Descendants Opinions;
Summary; my unpopular descendants opinions.
Ariel's fam;
Summary; the next gen of Atiel's family.
Members of Uma's crew;
Summary; Members of Uma's crew.
Harriet Hook crew info;
Summary; Members of Harriet Hook's crew.
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