#First Colors AU

[martianbugsbunny]

Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 14

*exhales* Alright, sugarcubes (feeling kinda Applejack today) this is the last chapter. It’s a happy ending, rest assured, but it also leaves you free to pick your own future path for them (headcanons for a fic, man, it’s got layers). Although, I am starting to wonder what I could do for a sequel fic, so I could explore what CaptainCroc might do after the Curse is broken, but the point is this chapter is the culmination of the soulmate idea and thus this particular fic.

This is one of my favorite things that I’ve ever done with my one lil braincell and my two hands, and I hope you all have enjoyed it even a fraction of the amount I have. So, without any further rambling on, here’s the grand finale of my CaptainCroc fic! Tags: @wastingstarsss Enjoy!

A wave of light rippled out across Storybrooke. Gold, standing halfway up a hospital stairwell, knew exactly what it meant and forced himself to move at a higher speed, despite the stabs of pain it brought his injured leg.

The last time Rumple had seen that was when Prince Charming woke Snow White from a sleeping curse. It was True Love’s Kiss, and Rumple knew it was enough to break the curse. It must’ve been Swan—it was, after all, her destiny to break the curse.

But Rumple didn’t give a damn about looking in on the Savior. He sped to the room where his soulmate had been lying, his heart pounding. He felt reassured when he realized he could feel both hearts pounding, not just his—Killian was surely awake.

He was right. A nurse and a doctor were trying to restrain him while also attempting to remove the tubes and wires from his body. Killian’s eyes were wide with fear, his hands clenched tightly.

Rumple ran in through the open door, stopping only feet from the bed. Killian saw him instantly, and thrashed against the nurse’s arm.

The doctor had unstrapped him from most of the machines, leaving only an IV, which he made no move to disturb, and the automatic breathing device. He evidently decided that Killian was capable of surviving without that, and he pulled the tube rather unceremoniously from Killian’s throat.

Killian coughed for a few moments, but the first words he spoke were, “Your eyes—are different.”

“I’m not quite the Dark One here,” Rumple said. “This is what color they were when we first met.”

Killian wiped his mouth with his wrist. “I couldn’t see color then,” he said, his voice still hoarse. Brown had seemed such a mediocre color to him, but suddenly he couldn’t look away from it. Roger’s love of Rumple’s eyes was deeply entrenched in him.

It wasn’t just his eyes, though. Rumple was different in this world. He was human, and although it was clear he still had his inner fire, he seemed a little bit softer. Killian had dismissed him, at first, for not having that softness; now, he didn’t think he would care if he didn’t.

“Come over here and kiss me, Rumplestiltskin,” Killian commanded. Rumple didn’t hesitate for a second, limping the few steps to Killian’s beside and throwing himself into Killian’s arms. Rumple settled for kissing Hook’s forehead, and the tip of his nose, and his cheeks, to give him a bit more time to recover.

“I love you, crocodile,” Killian whispered, his breath warm against Rumple’s skin. Rumple had missed that feeling. “I’ve loved you since the Enchanted Forest and I don’t care who knows it now, so long as you do.”

Rumple couldn’t keep himself from smiling. He had waited and longed for those words for hundreds of years—let alone those awful weeks when he was awake and Killian was not. “And I adore you, Killian Jones,” he said. “I would love you in any life, in any world.”

Killian laughed with pure joy. His confusion upon waking was forgotten; there was no room for it. He could ask any question he liked later, but for now? He pressed his lips to Rumple’s, turning onto his side to make Rumple fit more comfortably on the narrow hospital bed.

“Still wearing my ring, crocodile?” Killian teased, taking Rumple’s hand in his. “And you had the audacity to let me believe I was a thief.”

“And who’s got my favorite vest in his houseboat, hm?” Rumple asked. “I’d like that back, dearie.”

Killian’s smile became a little more serious. “Keep the ring, love,” he said. “You’re my soulmate, and the love of my life, and it’s only a matter of time before it winds up back on your hand anyway.”

Rumple’s eyes filled with tears. He knew the curse would be broken, and he knew he and Killian were meant to be together, but he had hardly dared to hope they might actually have their happy ending.

And as a familiar hum of magic began to fill his veins again, he realized his happy ending was indeed within reach. He should’ve known it would be their particular True Love’s Kiss that could restore magic to Storybrooke; it was, after all, his heart’s third desire (after only Bae and Killian).

With magic returned to him, he could find Bae.

With Killian by his side, he could find family again. And nothing, not the Charmings, not Emma Swan, not the universe itself, could stop him.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

wow guys, i cant believe the player character from hit mascot horror game Poppy Playtime actually saved all monsters, killed the Prototype and left with their newfound family! cant wait to see how the authorities will react to this weird family that just formed!

[tomahachi12]

Day 17 - Pick an AU - Dying and Getting Over it by @seraphont

[fellowship-of-the-doodles]

A little AU based on a dream I had recently in which the Fellowship teamed up with the Winnie the Pooh characters to escape a natural disaster, and when it was over they all moved into a house together with a massive stockpile of food :) Here's just a few of their interactions; I'll probably do more sketches of the AU if people are interested and if I feel inspired to (which I definitely have more ideas for it!) Anyway I just remember that they were all best buds in the dream and it was super cute so I wanted to do something with it <3

[othersidelonging]

This has been living rent free in my head since I read it

From @keferon 's mecha au and @spector-author 's writing (this post! or on AO3)

(I think I'm supposed to tag you both? If not let me know and I'll remove it 👍)

[sinkfood]

guess what new fandom plagued my summer!! guess which characters ruined my entire life!!!

surprise i'm alive and i've actually been rotting over TMA for around 4 months. i've had time to process the sheer disaster it's wrought upon my brain so it's now time to post again (but for how long? stay tuned)

this one is inspired by a spiral siblings oneshot that my talented brilliant incredible amazing show stopping spectacular partner wrote for my birthday! my apologies for the lack of context but just know it's like 30 seconds before they attempt to murder each other.

all things considered, normal sibling interactions

[aghostsnail]

so-so there's this guy (@keferon 's tf mecha au)

[faggotroronoazoro]

middle school au ASL

[sczawr]

Me, @mmm-asbestos and @bimboamyrose made Three Neos AU ™ to play with our Neo Metal Sonics versions like dolls. they're normal and they like Amy!

[sweeneydino]

Found family

this MIGHT be the last leo one for a bit. Who knows

:)

Inspiration ^^^

[jaxonkreide]

We miss you. Come return to us… Why did you abandon us?

Last night at 1am I read all about @wasyago's trail's gone cold au and the brain rot immediately caused me to stay up until 5am starting this art before sleeping and finishing it today. Now I'm a little sick and got a sore throat, I think the cave is getting to me too

[martianbugsbunny]

Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 13

Hello, darlings, you all are about to read one of my favorite chapters! This is the one where Killian finally gets his turn at being yeeten, so you Killian stans (folk of good taste, if I may say so) better gird yourselves. Bad news for any Rumple stans, though, because he’s also getting clobbered in this chapter. I’m just throwing bad life twists at my dudes left and right here. Tags: @wastingstarsss Have fun!

Gold woke up feeling…fine. His neck was sore from sleeping on the couch, but the low mood and general ache were both gone. He felt a bit foolish for calling off work, and wondered if he’s just been overreacting.

He decided not to call Roger in. After all, it wouldn’t really be fair to him to go back on a day off. Gold would rather work, though, and it might be nice to have the shop to himself again.

As he was walking to the shop, bundled into a thick overcoat and a dark blue scarf, he passed by Doctor Whale. “Mr. Gold, if I might have a moment?” he asked, his voice shot through with the fear Gold associated with those trying to get an extension on their rent. He did own Whale’s apartment complex, yes, but as a doctor, Whale had never been one to fall behind on payments.

Gold didn’t really like Whale, and was loath to give him a second thought, and yet he stopped walking and gestured for him to get on with it.

“Roger Davies was recently brought into your employ, was he not?”

“He was.”

“Late last night he went into cardiac arrest. We were able to resuscitate him, but his condition is…not good. You should start looking for a new employee.”

Whale moved on, not having a clue what he’d just done. Gold stood there, numb, for a moment, processing what the doctor had said. Roger was too young to be having heart trouble. It didn’t make sense.

Gold shook himself out of his daze and wasted no more time getting to the hospital. Fortunately for him, he was well-feared enough that nobody dared to keep him from going to Roger’s side.

His condition was poor enough that he was in a room all by himself, not recovering in a group like the patients who had a chance. It was quiet, except for the sounds of the various machines that were hitched into his veins and shoved down his throat. After living in Storybrooke for twenty-eight years, most of which he had spent unaware that these machines were anything new to him, the medical devices used in the land without magic still frightened Gold. They seemed so invasive and unnatural—but if they could keep Roger alive, then they must be good.

“Roger, you don’t get to die,” Gold said. “Do you hear me? You’re going to see the curse broken, and I’m going to tell you how much I love you when you can understand what it truly means.”

Roger seemed alright, other than the machines. Gold hated when internal things went wrong; injuries where he could see blood or bruising made sense, they looked real. Internal wounds were mysterious and always seemed so out of the blue.

Maybe...it wasn’t really. Gold hesitated, then put his fingers to his own wrist. It was difficult for him to judge it accurately, so he took a deep breath and placed his hand over his chest. There. Buried beneath his own heartbeat was a second. The curse must be weakening; he hadn’t felt a second pulse since being brought to Storybrooke. (He probably would’ve thought he was insane, if he had.)

Roger’s heart—Killian’s heart—did know him, after all. His pain had found its way through their link and been subsumed. Gold shook his head. Killian Jones would’ve been able to withstand it; he, too, was immortal, and he, too, had been through a lot in his life. But Roger Davies had no clue about any of that. He believed that he was a simple, mortal man, and a mortal could never bear the pain of an eternal being. His heart knew well enough to take the pain, but his head knew little enough to be brought low by it.

“Damnit, Killian,” he sighed, squeezing Roger’s shoulder.

“Gold.”

Emma Swan stood in the doorway. She had been more confident, lately, and Gold had to admit she was a good sheriff. That might be a problem for him. “Yes, Miss Swan?”

“One of the nurses called. She said you forced your way into this patient’s room?”

Gold laughed quietly, shaking his head. “That may be a bit of an over exaggeration,” he said. “This patient is my—my employee, Roger Davies. I merely wanted to check on him. We’ve…become friends, in the past few weeks.”

Swan seemed to be testing her superpower on him. Her eyes narrowed. “Then why did you call him ‘Killian’ a minute ago?” she asked.

He couldn’t admit to believing Henry’s theory, even if it was the truth and he knew it. He was suspicious enough in general. “I believe you’re mistaken, Miss Swan,” he said. He put every ounce of Rumplestiltskin’s lying ability into that one sentence, hoping it would be enough to fool her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a shop to open.”

After that day, the shop was a less interesting place to Gold. He couldn’t look at a lamp without thinking of how carefully Roger cleaned it, or even at the windows without remembering how handsome Roger looked with his sleeves rolled up to scrub them. He developed a raw spot on his finger from twisting the ring Roger had given back to him, which he found himself doing whenever he missed Roger.

It was often.

His trips to the hospital were regular, but not too frequent, to avoid drawing attention from Sheriff Swan. He could hardly believe the way time seemed to just move on without Roger. It didn’t seem right. Gold’s world stopped for him, so why shouldn’t everyone else’s?

There was never a single day, in all that continuing time, when Gold visited Roger and didn’t repeat those three words. Roger might die without knowing it, Gold could never be sure, but he could at least try to make him understand.

[zondearts]

There will never be enough Saki

[cherrirui-official]

I hope u guys don't mind me posting these au doodles while I work on things ahaha

I also gave JD slightly longer hair in these doodles as a funny haha but I don't think it's funny anymore he looks genuinely good with his hair like that ahahaha I hope you're not mad at me for changing his au design a bit

[isjasz]

"[...]Plus, when it rained, the palace grounds were pretty much empty, everyone else taking shelter, so I’d usually have the whole garden to myself. Perfect time to dance around like nobody was watching.” 

“Dance around?” 

“Yeah!”

(In which the vex prince sets out on a magical journey of a lifetime, and an unassuming avian knight is dragged along for the ride.)

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THE DOOR IS NON-EXISTENT ALREADY LAST BUT VERY NOT LEAST FOR HSBB FROM ME These are my pieces for @gaylotusthatexists's epic fic series "to the ends of the earth" again in @hermitshippingbigbang!! :D

This is for chapter 11 of the fic featuring THE DANCE SCENEEEEEE go. read it. it's so worth it i swear they are so SJKDADwijwa and the whole world Lotus has created within the fic is so cool!!

It's botw but epic and it's scarian and I might have immediately lost it when I saw the fic summary back in *checks dms with nox* September. and the actual fic did not disappoint it is absolutely lovely <3

GOOGGOO YIPPEE👉👉👉👉👉

[dictatortirah]

Do you feel accomplished? Are you satisfied yet?