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I LOVE CHARMING X HOOK, could you do Hook x reader x Charming where the VK' found out that Hook is daiting two royals so they start ignoring him, which made Hook really sad but reader and Charming tell him to come with their Friends (Ella, Bridget,...) and at the end Hook realize how good friendships could work.

At the end of the day the three of them stay in reader's room consoling Hook because he still sad about all that happend and Charming and reader reasure him that they love him and will never leave him alone. THANKS

Forget ‘Em’

hook x charming x reader

summary: you and charming comfort hook after his friends dumped him

warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request! I’m slowly running out of hooks photos and idk what to do

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You cared deeply about both of your boyfriends, if someone did anything to them you were the first to console them. As much as you wanted to fight them being a royal meant you had strict rules to follow outside or inside your castle.

You were glad you found another royal to dump your feelings onto because he understood and while hook didn’t fully understand his suggestions helped.

Hook had been looking more sad recently. He wouldn’t go on dates, barely hung out with you and strangely his friends. After a week of his not showing up you and charming started to get worried.

You two decided to meet up in your dorm to discuss a plan “What are we going to do, he can’t just ignore us for the rest of the year” You nodded “It’s also not just us he’s been ignoring, I haven’t seen whim with his friends at all…wait” Charming titled his head “What?”

You sat down on the bed “Ugh I am so stupid” Charming sat down next to you “Woah okay you are not stupid” You sighed “Hooks been avoiding us because his friends found out” Charming froze, he had caused one of the people he loved the most to be in so much pain and still hadn’t tried to help.

He stood up grabbed your hand and took you outside of the dorm. He pulled you to hooks and knocked on the door. Hook opened the door looking slightly different than usual “oh uh hi” You pushed past him into his dorm which was messier than usual “Okay hook you’re going to tell us what happened now” He sighed and took a seat on the floor “My friends don’t want to be my friends anymore, apparently I’m too good for them now”

You sat down beside him and hugged him tight “I’m so sorry, but why didn’t you tell us” Hook swallowed hard “The reason they said I was too good was because I was dating two royals” He rested his head in his knees.

You kissed him on the cheek getting his attention “Be friends with our friends, if they don’t want you then don’t crawl back to them” He raised his head “Do you think they would forgive me?” This time charming spoke up “Bridget yes she’s too nice for this world but Ella you’re going to have or give it some time” He nodded “Now let’s get this mess cleaned up and go on an ocean date or something” Hook laughed “An ocean date what does that entail” You roll you eyes “The ocean”

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[regency-monster-love]

Monstertober day 12: devilish charm

Male cambion/tiefling x female human | Regency era | SFW

“How glad I am that you did not come to Bath with your parents,” the captain told his dance partner as he took her hand and moved in a circle around her.

“Why should you be glad of that?” she asked.

“Because not many human parents would approve of their pretty little daughter dancing with a cambion male,” he replied, a slow smile stretching across his face to reveal the tips of his sharp teeth.

“Oh!” She glanced back over to where her friend and chaperone stood, who had brought her on this trip, but the woman was looking away. Surely it wasn’t improper for her to be dancing with a cambion if her chaperone had not objected when he asked for her hand. 

Even though cambion were wicked in the frightening novels she liked to read, she was fairly certain the authors had invented their darkest qualities. “But aren’t those simply myths that cambion are descended from demons and drink blood and whatnot?” she asked him. (She would not admit to herself that she would not terribly mind if the myths were actually true.)

Rich laughter rolled from his lips at her having the confidence to come right out and ask him such a thing! He found her candor amusing, but more than that, it was refreshing and quite charming. 

But she colored, so he checked his laughter. “Yes, those are myths. I am no demon,” he told her sincerely, with no mockery in his voice.

He leaned his head down close to hers as their bodies came together on the next step of the dance. “But I am devilishly charming, don’t you think?” he murmured with an arch smile.

His boast made her forget her embarrassment over what she had asked him, and a delighted smile bloomed on her face unbidden. She couldn’t deny that he was. It was precisely because he was a monster that she had been excited to first meet him, but once she had started to speak to him, she’d found she quite enjoyed his playfulness that skirted the edge of being improper but never quite crossed it.

His physical attractiveness added to his charm for her. She had always been partial to a smart red coat on an officer, and this officer not only had the coat but the dusky red skin, dark red horns, and rich red-black hair to match. And oh! he was so much taller than her! She had to tilt her head back quite far to be able to look into his violet eyes when they stood chest to chest, as they were now, in the dance. Something about him towering over her was very alluring.

She suddenly remembered he had called her “little.” And “pretty.” She’d forgotten it in her momentary distress over whether it was improper for her to dance with him. Now, recalling the compliment made her blush.

He noticed it. Oh, he did so like seeing that pale pink flush on her cheeks. “Mm, should I be impertinent and ask what it is that is making you blush?” he mused. The pink deepened and spread at that, and he smiled broadly at her.

He couldn’t help but think of what he could do to provoke an even deeper blush on even more of her skin.

“Don’t be afraid,” he assured her. “I’ll let you keep your secrets. It allows me to imagine the most pleasing option of what may be going through your mind, no matter how unlikely it is to be true—and I have a very good imagination.”

“That sounds like a trick to get me to correct your assumptions and reveal what I was actually thinking of,” she countered.

He laughed again. “Aren’t you a clever one! But I did not actually mean it as a trick. I’d much rather you not tell me, so I may keep the incorrect but pleasing thought in my head.”

“What if the truth is even better than whatever you are imagining?”

He gave her a wolfish smile. “I think it’s impossible that you’re thinking of something more pleasing than what I’m imagining right now.”

“You might be surprised. I read very shocking novels,” she admitted.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “Do you?” She was indeed proving to be a surprising girl, even more intriguing than he’d originally presumed. Yes, he was very glad to have taken this opportunity to dance with her, and he hoped to have the pleasure repeated.

His violet eyes gleamed, and he fixed her with a look dripping with his devilish charm. “Then I think we will have many interesting things to converse about, you and I.”

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Inspired by Northanger Abbey, of course! I’ll be posting more Regency monster ficlets and snippets like this with the tag “my writing.”

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currently working on a hook x reader enemies-to-lovers castlecoming fic, coming soon!

side note: omg I am just obsessed with his persona and character, it's a violation how little screen time he got. like we got barely any content for most of the VKs, but somehow everyone's going absolutely crazy over them loll

[undercaffinatednightmare]

A Charming Curse

What can I tell you that you don't already know? Magic is real and your favorite fairy tales are real too. Except they happened a long time ago.

My great great great great grandmother was Snow White. She really did meet Prince Charming and was nearly buried alive in a glass coffin. How was any of that possible?

Magic.

Or specifically, a nasty, vindictive piece of work named Rumplestiltskin. But names have power, so most people refer to him simply as the Dark One.

My generation have no more belief in the ability to conjure him by name than broken mirrors causing bad luck, but we also prefer to not take chances. Besides, I know something they don't.

Magic is real.

Curses are real.

And the Dark One? Real and a giant pain in the ass.

When my ancestors went looking for a way to break the curse that held Snow White, they made a deal with the Dark One. The price he demanded? The light that touches their first born daughter.

Which would be me. I'm Emma Charming.

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And all I've seen, Since eighteen hours ago / ONCE UPON A TIME AU

This continues the trend of the series 1 finale —> click here to read it

Pairing: Snow!Amelia x Charming!Nikolai, Rumple!Cole x Hook!Jeremy

Extra characters mentioned: Ethan, Liane, Cassie, Bella, Marlene, Melissa etc

Note: I tried my best with this one but i like how it turned out

A/N: I might need new songs for titles very soon 😂

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The streets were full with the dim lighting of the gray skies. The clouds covered each and every square of sunlight that tried to keep entering the town with such intensity just like the people in it.

A light blast waves through the air and past people who were simply walking around, trying to enjoy their day as that sudden explosion of light came through them. A shock wave of smoky memories entered folks from across the streets, as it all came from the hospital where Liane was just woken up from her slumber by her Prince. Ethan, Ace Of Hearts.

Mia was nursing a killer headache with another stroke of Advil, she might as well pass out from the tension on her forehead, that’s when she felt a shocked sensation come across almost immediately dropping her bottle of water.

Memories slowly started to brace for impact like being unlocked from a tightly packed closet. She looked over her shoulder gasping, rushing to swing the door open as the others followed suit.

“Snow?” Liane said with a hush tone, her eyes watered.

“Mal!” She replied rushing to carefully pull her into a gentle embrace.

She smiled at Ethan who winked at her remembering Cassie and watching Belladonna. Her mind was still fuzzy herself from the day she has had, trying to piece together what happened. She listened to Liane and Cassie joked with each other as Bella went to hug mother.

Still being a nurse and noticing herself as Amelia, she caught wind of Liane’s concern placing the patient staff in front of her.

She remembers Cole leaving that staff here for some reason before waking up then left without telling her anything else. She wondered where he headed of to now…

“Col—Rumple, left it here if you believe that. Found it a supply closest of all places.” She added.

“Is it still magic? Am I still magic?” Liane asked with a hopeful hint of wonder in her eyes.

“Uh, no one knows yet. But everyone is waking up. Wait—Nikolai!”

Oh shit her husband?! Amelia quickly tugged off her white coat and went rushing out the door hearing her friends laughter. She yelled at her fellow nurses Judy—who was really one of the knights wives of their land—oh dear god was her head was foggy, that she will be back later.

She raced out of the double doors into the main streets of the town finding people, who were her other friends running around looking for their loved ones, tripping over things.

She found Marlene crashing into her frantically trying to wrap her head around this whole thing and asking for Melissa. Mia blinked saying she’s at the hospital, as the tall brunette thanked her with a hug running over to find her girl.

Amelia—Snow, she walked around wondering if she will find him and her—oh my goodness gracious her son! She placed a hand over her stomach at the feeling started racing back to her body. She remembered a couple of things before passing around back in the enchanted forest, one of them being the last few moments with her son as Jeremy and Nikolai took her to the wardrobe.

Joshua…

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Meanwhile Nik was sitting on the rooftop of his home thinking over his crazy week. From plenty of customers coming to get a tattoo to his kid being kidnapped by his brother. He took him to the hospital a couple hours ago to get a quick check-up after the bomb dropped at home.

Just as he was about to open the bottle of beer in his hand a sudden burst floated past him and crashing down his head. He sucked in a large breath as he moved backwards in his seat, his eyes closed then blinked open looking around confused for a split second. Like a light switch, the memories came pounding down at him.

Both Prince Charming and Princess Charming. Jeremy being Captain Hook, Cole being a wizard of their land, Ethan as Ace Of Heart, Melissa as Belle and the list went on. He was in pure shock and surprised scrambling off the rooftops, down the stairs and into the window that led him into of his loft. He went searching for his jacket then paused as his eyes caught the baby blanket in the hallway behind the wall, inching over his memories start to forward onto that day.

Flashbacks and echoes never wanting to let go. The laughter, the cries, the pain and faces. He reached the edge of living room where he found him sitting on the couch flipping across the tv screen for something entertaining to watch, locking eyes with him.

Joshua. His beautiful boy was now 16 years old with a small bruise of his arm and two tiny cuts on his face. He smiled and nodded sitting down beside him, cupping his face and just held him in his arms. All he wanted to do was apologize for leaving him alone for so many years. His son looked at him oddly as of trying to pick up the piece seeing the glimmer in Nikolai’s eyes.

“You remembered..? Y-you’re awake?” Joshua asked, not knowing weather or not to believe it.

Nikolai just nodded, “Y-yeah, bubba. I’m awake..oh god I am so sorry I didn’t believe any of you kids in the beginning.”

“It’s alright..it’s okay, does that mean everyone else is?”

“Y-yeah, it’s gotta be. You found us. You found really us…oh my god your mom and friends!”

“Mom?”

“I’ll go find your mother and my friends. You go check on the others.”

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The two stood up grabbing their coats rushing out of the loft. Nikolai knew there are so many things he needed to do later on, but his thoughts came rushing down to his wife. Joshua smiled running out the door as a glimpse of hope started to emerge from his eyes noticing the chaos of the streets rushing to find Bella and Ethan. He helped a couple of others that were still trying to desperately find their loved ones.

Rick and Luna were even seen reunited with their family at the diner.

Nikolai went around the corner, searching for his friends as the crowded streets went cold. His mind was running a miles a second faster than his body can handle, noticing couples running into each other’s arms, kids looking for their friends and some of his teammates piling up. He looked over his shoulders to notice the stack of bouncing brown curls in black jeans and top that seemed to be light blue scrubs.

He allowed a breathless smile reach his cheeks and yelled out, “Snow!”

She paused turning her head standing next to the pair of trucks, taking a breath as she muttered, “Charming…”

The two stumbled onto the middle of the streets, falling into each other’s arms. Amelia cupped his face for a split second, as her hands reached to grab the collar of jacket breathlessly taking in his features. His cheekbones were covered with a layer of cold blush and his curls acted a little wild but beloved nonetheless. Nikolai held her close, embracing her touch pushing the short brown layers out of her face, scanning every inch of her face like he was lost in translation and drowning, finding coming up for air.

“I missed you…you found me again..” She said joking softly

“Of course I would.” He responded with a small laugh, “You have you no idea how much I missed you..”

“God, it was right in front of us this whole time.”

“It’s okay. We were just as blinded as they were.”

Without a second thought, the couple pulled the other into a long awaited kiss, every bit of longing was brought into that moment. A hand was placed on the back of Amelia’s neck as they kissed, meanwhile a small hand stayed on Nikolai’s chest.

A small muttering voice was heard causing them to pull apart, reconnecting the very same thought to their son. Joshua stood there awkwardly smiling at his parents who pulled him into a tight embrace, hushing whatever worries or concerns he had. Amelia saw her baby again, that’s all that mattered to her as she kissed his forehead, the same forehead she stitched up a couple of hours ago. She had so many questions and things she wanted to truly know about him. Nikolai rested a hand on his head and pressed a kiss onto his forehead, remembering the last moment they shared together when he was just born, now he had another memory—another chance to rebuild up that list of moments lost.

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On the other side of town, Cole and Jeremy were talking about something, hiking up a hill near the woods. The two reunited in the middle of the streets a couple of minutes ago, telling one another how much they missed their husband very much.

As the two embraced it clicked for Jeremy that his husband he woke up first and didn’t think of waking him afterwards. He wasn’t too upset about it, just questioned how handled waking up to wake up from the curse and didn’t try to knock some sense into him.

Cole was holding his husband’s hand and sighs, “For the last time, I’m sorry for not waking up you up sooner!”

Jeremy softly glared returning the favor of keeping him closed as he responded, “You let me go on for more than a few weeks, under this spell as the most doe eyed husband known to man. With a damn prosthetic hand!” 

“Oh hush, you were happy under the curse for years and not taking my ear off! It was kinda funny coming home to you not wearing your leather and red vest.”

“I was wearing blue jeans, flannel and sneakers every day for years. I miss my thick boots..and I love prosthetic hand, but I kinda my hook, babe.”

“I know you will like the flexibility to use both. We’re going to go searching for it in my shop after we’re done. And I’ll take you out to dinner for an apology, I promise.”

Jeremy grinned hearing that part, knowing he more than deserved a whole week alone with his husband now that the curse was over. He knew he has to find their friends afterwards but first he wanted him.

Cole smirked and pressed a kiss to his lips, missing that cheeky grin of his loving man as they reach the wishing well closed to the town. The water of run below are set to have the powers to return what once was lost. Yes there was magic small enough to sprinkle in tiny corners of the town, but not as much as they would like.

They just needed a little more.

Cole let Jeremy to the honors, holding a small bottle of mist that was coated with true loves magical elements. The two were able to take a few flowers from the store across the pawnshop, crush the seeds within to create a misty powder, mixing with the other elements they could find.

It didn’t have to be a lot of magic. A trickle to a certain roar would do enough to breathe life back into the town. Cole rested his head on Jeremy’s shoulder as his husband poured the powder down the well.

They waited for something to take place.

“Nothing happened.” Jeremy said blunted, with a humorous tone.

“Wait for it, love.” Cole added inching for them to take a step back.

A mere two seconds later, a lower misty cloud crawled up the well and out pouring its down the slope of hills and mountains below, seemingly leading itself across town like a light blue sea of fog.

Sometimes the grandest gestures came from all packages. The misty clouds floated over the floor of the buildings and streets catching a slight breeze of attention for everyone. It wasn’t huge, but effective nonetheless.

It was subtle. 

The couple grinned at the sight, it was wild and soft whisper. Oh boy were they gonna have a nice dinner tonight.

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The town slowly but steadily noticed the glimmer of light blue smoke that reached above their feet. Even if none of them noticed, others have felt in their bones. Some people felt it quicker than the rest.

Good chance some might’ve gotten the bouncing feeling of magic surrounding them the moment the curse broke and others, the would’ve touched that side of themselves later on.

Liane felt it in her back as she lay across in her hospital bed, Ethan was more than concerned with their friends to notice. Bella noticed something small out of the corner of her eye, so did Cassie.

Alexander was in his office, glancing out the window to notice the blue smoke coming across the streets, he stood there confused then smirked wondering what would happened next.

Citizens of the town looked over their shoulders to notice the mist crawling from the ground like a breeze.

Nikolai’s eye widen grabbing his eye and son’s hands ushering them to somewhere else safer than the middle of the street.

Joshua’s narrow his eyesight as his mother held him close to her chest, watching the smoke start to pour onto the edges of town then slowly disappear. Amelia kept a hand on his head watching the smoke clear, leaning against her husband.

She knew whatever happens next, all that matters is they’re alive and kicking. Weather they have magic or not in these streets…

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Th-th-that’s all folks! Hopefully more will be revealed soon hehe. 😜

Anyways I hope you guys enjoy it, tell me what do you think?

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Don't Let Go (Because I Can't Hold it Back Anymore) | OUAT fanfic

Because I apparently never put this fic on tumblr

Fandom: Once Upon A Time Pairing: Captain Swan Author: cosette141 Words: 26k Summary: (canon divergence for s4 episode "White Out") Rather than Emma and Elsa trapped in the ice cave, Emma is trapped with Killian. They have to keep warm and stay awake as they fight the frigid cold, or their first quiet moment together may very well be their last. h/c CS (CSSS 2021 gift for jrob64!)

AO3

Chapter One

Killian followed the ice wall, thankful that his heavycoat was keeping out most of the chill of the night.

After receiving Emma's… what do they call it? Talking call? He'd done as she asked, scoping out the mysterious wall that erected overnight. It was far too high and too icy to climb over, and the cold alone was enough to keep Killian from standing too close to it as he walked its length toward the town line where Emma said she and her father would be waiting.

He heard them before he saw them, and he couldn't help the little tilt of his lips when he heard the sound of her voice.

Stepping out from the trees, Killian saw her standing with her father, both of whom were regarding the ice wall.

"In case you were wondering," said Killian, gaining their attention, "it goes the whole way around."

Both of them looked over as he stepped out from the forest, a comfortable, perhaps slightly smug, smile on his face. He saw something flicker in Emma's eyes when she saw him, and he liked to think it was some brief contentment in his company.

Yet, the look on David's face was anything but.

It seemed like Killian had managed to do something to irritate the prince before even having arrived.

"Hook," said David, and Killian heard that irritation color his words thickly. "I didn't know you would be joining us."

Truthfully, Killian himself was less than pleased when Emma told him to meet her and her father, so he understood the feeling.

Because Killian had built quite the residence on David's nerves, he allowed his smugness to grow. "I get a distressed call from a fair maiden," he said with a flick of his eyes to Emma, seeing her brow raise in an unimpressed look the way he knew it would, "and I'm on the spot."

"I was not distressed," said Emma with a slight roll of her eyes. "And you're saying, what, this wall goes around the whole town?"

"That it does."

"So, once again," said David, "we can't leave Storybrooke."

"Doing more than keeping us inside, by the looks of it," said Killian, eyeing the wall distrustfully. It didn't look as if it were made from do-gooding fairies or any of the snuggly sort. Killian's gaze followed the ice and snow until he saw the large, crumpled metal structure lying in a heap on the ground, surrounded by tangled coils of black cords and broken glass. From what he's gleaned from this town, he's seen them spark what Emma coined electricity. "I guess that's what caused the loss of power?" He asked, looking to Emma for confirmation.

If he wasn't mistaken, her brows rose with surprise. "When did you become a twenty-first century man?" Killian did his best not to let onto the fact that impressing her pleased him. "Yeah," Emma went on. "It looks to me like whoever was putting up the wall wasn't trying to take out the lights, they were just… putting up the wall." That smile of hers faded, once again her attention taken by the endless strings of danger that seemed to follow her.

Her father's gaze followed hers. "To keep us in," he agreed. "Why?"

"Kill us all, one by one." Killian smiled goodnaturedly, even when both of them gave him looks. He shrugged. "It's what I'd do."

What I used to do.

For he wasn't that man anymore.

And the woman not a yard away from him was why.

Some garbled voice laced with static sounded from the driving vessel, and David turned back to go check it.

Perfect.

Killian stepped into the space David had once stood in, finding himself next to Emma. The indescribable urge to touch her, to kiss her welled in his entire being, but he attempted to keep it at bay.

Only days ago, they'd gotten back from their trip to the past.

Only days ago, he'd finally given up his secret to Emma—how he got to her. Trading his ship–his beloved ship–for the magic bean that would take him back to her realm.

And only days ago, Emma had kissed him.

Given into what Killian could only hope—only dream—she'd been fighting for as long as he had.

It was the second time they kissed, yet it was nothing like the first.

The first was desperate and fueled by passion and doomed to be what Emma had firmly said: a one-time thing.

But the second…

She'd proven herself wrong, and she'd kissed him again. Made the choice herself, for Killian knew by now, Emma was equal to that of a frightened animal when it came to anything emotional. He had to let her lead this all the way through. He was a patient man. And more than that…

She was worth it.

That recent kiss…

Killian could still taste her.

It was something soft and sweet and so unlike the persona that Emma puts out, this armor she wears. For as tough as she likes to be perceived, Emma is one of the most innocent souls he's ever met, and also one of the most damaged. And how anyone could damage someone as pure as Emma…

One day, he might ask her for some names, and decide to teach a few people a very painful lesson.

But the other day, their moment wasn't rushed.

It wasn't desperate.

She'd kissed him, and he'd felt himself melt.

Everything he's waited for.

All that time, after all of her attempts to push him away, he'd truly wondered if he was chasing after someone who simply would never want him in return.

She'd disappeared after they'd gotten back from the past, and he'd thought perhaps he misread it all. Even the moments trapped in the past… he could still feel her against his chest, could still feel her crumble into his embrace in a way that suggested she trusted him, in a way he might have fooled himself into thinking she needed him, even for just a moment.

He'd sat outside the diner that night while she and her family celebrated the baby, alone with his thoughts and rum, facing the terrifying thought of what if she doesn't want him? What the bloody hell was he to do then? He'd never call the time he spent chasing her, the things he'd done for her, the times he'd saved her as wasted time. To him, it was a dream, a gift, a privilege that he played any part in her life.

But the idea that she could want him back, that he could have her without having to chase her, without having to fight her walls every step of the way…

It was something he wanted so badly it hurt.

But that night, when that diner door opened, when she'd come outside with a gaze that was looking specifically for him….

His hope had flared, a dying firelight flickering in a windstorm.

"How did you do it? How did you get to me?"

He'd never intended to tell her.

The idea of telling her felt as vulnerably naked as when he'd been forced to reveal the depth of his feelings for her in the Echo Cave. When he knew that even if she'd felt an attraction for him, even if she felt something, it was too soon. No matter what feelings she might have had, she'd fight it to the bloody death before admitting it, especially to herself.

And this, this secret, how he'd gotten to her… it felt just as… revealing, if not so much more.

He'd, more than once, told her how much his ship meant to him.

His ship, for so many years, had been his one and only love, and ever since he and Liam had commandeered the Jewel and since she'd become the Jolly, had been his home.

Until…

Killian took a moment to look at Emma, even when her attention was drawn to the ice wall.

Home was no longer a place to him.

He felt something tug at his lips, looking at the only home he'll ever need for the rest of his days.

He'd been so afraid to tell her such a thing—for he already knew with a painful certainty that he was in love with this woman, far deeper even than Milah, which he once would have never, ever believed could be possible, and only recently admitted to himself—and it almost felt as if telling Emma how he managed to get to her realm was saying those three words all the same.

And after all the times she's pushed him away…

"How about you try cursing the lips of someone I'll actually kiss."

He knew she had been scared.

He knew that Emma knew admitting to Zelena that she felt anything for him was a dangerous move.

And Killian knew Emma didn't mean it.

But it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

And it also didn't mean it didn't make him worry that there was truth in those words.

If he told her what happened to his ship…

If he told her what he gave up for her…

If he told her before she was ready to accept her own feelings for him, if he told her before she even had any…

He was terrified it would scare her away for good.

He was bloody terrified that a rejection from her at this point would be a break his weathered heart finally couldn't take.

But that night outside the diner, that look in her eyes…

Something had changed, after they'd gone back in time.

He'd felt it, he knew it was finally mutual, and that look in her eyes as she waited for his response…

She was ready.

He could see it.

He could feel it.

She might still be as hesitant as a fawn alone in the woods, but…

She wanted it.

And that kiss…

Her choice…

That night was proof that his doubts were wrong.

It was proof that she did want him.

And what he felt from her in that glorious moment, a moment that he re-lived from the moment she'd left him that night to every moment since…

He finally had the answer to the terrifying question he's had since Neverland.

She wanted him.

He knew she did.

But right here, standing next to her amidst the newest town dilemma, he could see it in her face.

Her walls were as solid and imposing as the ice wall in question.

And now that he knew she wanted it, knew that she was only scared…

He was determined to take those walls down completely.

Unravel her, and heal as much of the damage that had been done to her in her life.

"Be patient."

He was a patient man.

But he had a feeling that Emma would only keep running if someone wasn't there to stop her.

"I ran. It's just what I did."

He'd follow her anywhere, but he was ready to not have to chase her.

So, gently, Killian took a breath, and attempted to try to hack at her walls, and reveal the Emma he knew and loved inside.

He treaded carefully, saying lightly, "Oh! I should have brought the champagne."

His abrupt change in subject grabbed her attention, and she looked at him like he was mental. "What?"

"To celebrate our second date," he said smoothly. "And… because we've got the world's largest ice bucket," he added, gesturing to the wall.

"Second date?" she asked, and he felt himself smile wider because she was playing along. "Did I miss the first?"

"Aye," he said. "Snow monster's the first, ice wall's the second." And treading even more carefully, yet rising to those imposing walls of hers, he said, "After all, if I only count the quiet dinners, we wouldn't even get one."

It was a push, he knew it, but he had quite the idea that Emma wasn't planning on making any move herself. It was a slightly firmer push than the more gentle ones he's made since that glorious moment, allowing her to avoid him, allowing her to take her own time.

But Killian knew it was only her fear, those damn walls keeping her from truly being with him.

A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets.

He was ready to fight those walls of hers with everything he had, one scratch a time.

Killian watched her carefully as she looked away from him, shifting her stance like she was unsure, but then in pure Emma-fashion, her eyes caught hold of a distraction. And just like that, he and his attempts were forgotten with her whisper of, "Hang on, I think I see something behind the wall."

Killian let out a breath, hanging his head a little in defeat.

"Wait here with the ice bucket while I check that out," murmured Emma, still not looking at him, her full attention drawn to the supposed danger.

Emma started toward the wall, and Killian tried to think of another way to approach the subject in a way that wouldn't scare her off when David returned, stopping to stand beside him. "I think it's time you and I have a little chat about your intentions with my daughter."

Killian's brow rose. The tone of his voice suggested this was a long-time coming. Though at least now he understood the irritation from earlier.

Not exactly in the mood, because it seemed it would be years before anything even remotely happened with his daughter, Killian couldn't exactly hide the edge to his voice. "That's a little old fashioned, even by my standards," he muttered. "And I still pay with doubloons."

David swung the flashlight beam around, as if his full attention wasn't on his attempt to intimidate Killian, which was quite impossible. "Remember," said David, "I know your reputation. Emma's not some conquest."

Killian's brow hitched even higher at that, because did he honestly think that's what this was about? David has seen the amount of times Killian has risked his life for Emma, from Neverland to the Wicked Witch, to their trip to the past, where David had physically witnessed the lengths Killian would go for her. Killian would not have given up his revenge and traded his damn ship simply for a good time with a beautiful woman.

Feeling his own frustrated heat, he said firmly, "I wouldn't risk my life for someone I see as loot." David said nothing, and Killian went on, just as firmly, "Whatever we become, it's up to her as much as me." Killian kept his gaze firmly on David until the prince finally turned to look him in the face. Killian held his gaze, and when the prince was still silent, lifted his brow as if to dare David to contest the truth in his words.

David held his gaze, looking the slightest bit surprised at the amount of emotion in Killian's eyes. Perhaps David was only trying to make up for lost time as a father, perhaps it was just his way of trying to protect her when she was already all grown up, but the insinuation that Killian would use Emma was something that disgusted him. And after all this time, for David to even suggest it…

Hadn't he done enough to prove the lengths to which he'd go for Emma?

It seemed, unfortunately, that it was a constant battle to prove himself to both Emma and her family, no matter what he did.

David gave a little nod, but there was still a question in his eyes. Small, faint, but there.

Pirate.

Killian let out a breath.

He'd just have to prove himself.

Again.

But if he was being honest with himself, the life he led and the man they had met so long ago certainly warranted such distrust.

But he was really, really ready to be free of that curse.

Whether he brought it on himself or not.

"Oh–"

Both Killian and David looked over at the sound of Emma's quiet, startled voice.

They could faintly make out the conversation she seemed to have with someone else as both men rushed toward the wall. Was someone trapped in it?

"My sister. I need to find her."

It was another woman's voice.

And with it, a flurry of snow began to fly around the wall.

Killian exchanged a look with David as they ran.

Killian covered his face as the snow picked up with speed and power, making it hard to see and the temperature drop even lower. But Killian could see blond hair fly just beyond the few icy stalagmites Emma had climbed through.

Sudden fear seized Killian's chest, realizing that whomever Emma was speaking to must have created this wall, for they were also creating the sudden snowstorm.

Emma.

Killian exchanged another fearful glance with the prince who seemed to put two and two together just as he did, and David deftly drew his projectile weapon, aiming it toward the figure of the unfamiliar woman.

Emma was still beside her, and Killian could see her now, the fear in her eyes, hair flying wildly, but her hands were out toward himself and her father in a placating gesture. "No," said Emma quickly. "No, it's okay, you don't have to—"

The figure of the woman backed away even as the storm picked up around them, as if the magical ice witch was completely unaffected by the buffeting wind that made Emma, Killian and her father cover their faces from the icy wind.

But it was when the ground shook, the distinct sound of a crash and Emma's scream that Killian's eyes snapped open, panic like a dagger to his chest.

Something struck her, and she fell to the ground.

"Emma!" cried both Killian and David.

Killian watched in horror as ice fell from the wall, cascading down—

Emma.

It was going to crush her.

Killian ran before he could think.

He dove through the structure, hearing the prince's yell behind him but he didn't stop.

He reached Emma, covering her body with his just as the ice struck them both.

-.-.-.

[carewyncromwell]

Carewyn felt like her heart was being squeezed. “Orion…”

She shifted forward and almost made to get off the bed, but Orion quickly knotted the bandage on her hand and clutched it between both of his. He raised his head to look her in the eye.

“I can’t act like I knew, or even thought seriously, that our stars would align again…but even with that…I’d imagined a life much better than this for you.”

Carewyn’s eyes grew a little smaller upon his face.

“…You thought of me?”

Something flickered at the back of Orion’s eyes – was it uncertainty? His gaze flitted back down to their hands.

“…Yes,” he murmured. “Not…constantly, but…the memory of your voice was very soothing, on the most restless nights at sea.”

Carewyn stared down at Orion. The faint shyness in his expression, for the first time, made him suddenly look just like that boy again – the bruised, scared, trembling boy she’d tended to and sang to sleep…

“I suppose…that was what I’d imagined, mostly,” said Orion, his voice lower than ever as he looked up at her again. “That you’d have married a man who you’d look after and sing for.”

~POTC AU, Part 2: A Maid in Bedlam

 x~x~x~x

Ahhh, my kids!! My pirate kids!! 🥹

Ahem. Yes, a while back, I did the top sketch as a “redo” of the original drawing from the section cited above, back in April...and I figured I’d not only color that sketch, but redo the other part of that original doodle, likewise in color! How much progress can happen over the course of two and a half years!

I actually am working on a little prelude fic focused around that fateful first meeting of Carewyn and Orion’s during the POTC AU, which I’m hoping to have finished before the end of next week. It’s been really nice to revisit this AU again after so long, since even if I’ve become more thorough with the AU’s I’ve written since, I have such a soft spot for both the time period and the roles my kids play in the plot. ^.^ I mean, come on, Orion was practically born to play witty (Captain!) Jack. 💚

Look alive, mateys! Have a magical day! xoxo

[tragedy-for-sale]

Midnight Rain

'You were sunshine. I was Midnight Rain'

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Rex didn't brood, he wasn't grumpy or angry. Well, he didn't carry those traits. He's had bad days, sure, he's yelled at people, been snippy, a jerk, he's been all those things. But he wasn't those things. He sure felt like he was. There he sat, brooding, angry, snippy, he was all the things he didn't want to be when there were people around. Luckily, there wasn't. There wasn't. But now there was. Anakin was a hummer, he sang messy love songs and almost danced when he did. Anakin, radiant, with a glimmering smile and dazzling laugh, came in, a smile on his face and a song fresh off his lips.

"Hey Rex! Closets are the place to be, ain't they?" Anakin smiled a witty smile, he didn't need to say more. He came in, a force to be reckoned with, a force to fear, but also, a force to laugh with, to give into, to love. Rex hadn't known Anakin that long, but he felt like he'd know Anakin all his life. He has. Rex wasn't alive until he met Anakin. "Your face looks like it's in need of stitches, Cap'n." Anakin didn't look at Rex, allowing him to hide in his shame. He continued on, looking at the files, "Probably should do somethin' huh?" He continued, pulling files from the shelf and skimming through them.

"Yes, Sir." Rex stood up, feeling something growing in him. A force he hadn't felt. Something deadly, but not death itself. A dark force clutching Rex's heart, whispering in his ear, "Run." Rex was going to leave, give Anakin a cold shoulder, disappear into a bacta tank for a week and act as if it would only be for his wellbeing. Like he wouldn't be hiding from him. Anakin.

"Nah, sit down, Rex." Anakin shook his head, pushing the file back in and wiping his hands on his tunic. Rex glared at him and sat back down, crossing his arms and leaning back. Anakin smiled, there was a flicker of light, Anakin smiled as he grabbed a med kit off the shelf and knelt in front of Rex. He narrowed his eyes, waiting for Rex to nod before reaching up and gently lifting Rex's face to get a better look at the cuts on his face. "I think," He mumbled softly, "You'll just need a few stitches and then some bacta patches."

Rex didn't say anything, looking at the shape of the door. His eyes watered as he tried to keep that anger festering. He couldn't hide anything from a Jedi, he couldn't hide anything from Anakin. Rex closed his eyes as he felt fresh stings and a chill against his hot cheeks. Anakin worked quietly and didn't say anything, but Rex was saying everything. He was uncomfortable, in pain, tired, and hiding. Soon enough, he'd spill or crack a little more. Anakin knew this. Only Anakin knew this.

There had been days. There had been moments, Rex trailing after Anakin, yelling, there had been a day, Rex threw his helmet to get Anakin to hear him. And he did... Hell, he did. There was a day, Rex choked and fell into Anakin's arms, forgetting rank, duty, and all other boundaries. He remembered crying in Anakin's arms. Anakin Skywalker. A brilliant, fearless hero, heart of gold, reckless to a fault. And Anakin, for all his proclaimed vanity and ego, held Rex in his arms and let him cry. They never spoke and that's when Rex realized he never had to talk again when it came to Anakin.

Rex let out a sigh, he was so tired. Being angry took up so much energy. He opened his eyes, the world was blurry, but Anakin wasn't. "Hey Rex." He whispered, glancing up with a smile, "Almost done, buddy." Rex didn't make a sound and allowed himself to think past this moment. He didn't always do that. Think about a tomorrow.

"-'m tired" He mumbled as he felt the bacta patches. He lifted his head when Anakin put his hands down, got up and sat next to Rex. Silence was Rex's favorite thing. It was always so loud, Anakin was always so loud. But there came a calm with the storm and Rex lived for those moments. Rex didn't know when Anakin learned to read his mind, but the Jedi simply, leaned back, closed his eyes and begun to drift off. He'd keep his Captain company. Rex sat there, staring at the floor as he fought to keep his eyes open, fought the urge to leave.

But he wasn't exactly on top of his health. He didn't have the energy. His stomach hurt from nothing, his head was pounding and his body was aching. So he closed his eyes. He closed his eyes and soon enough, Rex became lost from the moment. He had closed his eyes and fallen asleep. Which of the two fell asleep was not a question to be asked. But when Ahsoka went to grab a mop, she found the two of them, leaning against each other as they slept, she smiled fondly but closed the door, letting the moment become lost, for it wasn't hers. It was Rex's and it was Anakin's. The two of them, who never thought of moments like this, except, during

Times like these...

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[rainingfishandfrogs]

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Henry walked along the shoreline, lost in thought and memories. He wasn’t sure how to feel about any of this. Any of the last seven weeks. He thought back to the discussion he and the pirate had in Camelot, about building a future for Emma.

About the house, and about what that future would look like for them and their friendship. He hadn’t gotten a chance to know his own father much before he lost him and David and Robin tried and of course were there, but the two men had other children to look after and raise. Killian didn’t have those other responsibilities - Emma and Henry were his first priorities.

The thirteen year old wasn’t ready to fully admit it, even to himself, but he knew deep down what he started to think of Hook as. It made him feel all mixed up - he had so many conflicting feelings and wasn’t sure how to handle them all.

Henry missed Hook a lot, and was angry at him and still hurt but was also happy to be down here to get him back, but he also hated him a little for even dying on them in the first place and sad that getting rid of The Darkness had resorted to this and…

Henry signed and picked up a flat rock to skip. Hook taught him how and it made him miss him more and feel more angry and…he threw another stone. This one didn’t skip, just landed into the water with a deep plunk.

He groaned and found another. This time, he was able to make it skip and that made a small smile appear on his face. He could never beat Hook’s record - the man could always get out five or six skips. Henry was often lucky if he got two. He picked up another and then another and more after that.

The more stones he threw, the calmer he felt and the more his mind settled. After some minutes failing and succeeding in getting the stones to skip, he continued down the beach, picking up this shell and that shell. He sighed again and sat down on a bit of driftwood - he wasn’t going to question where it came from. 

Turning a large shell over in his hand, Henry thought back to the last time he spoke to Hook, the last time he saw him alive.

The library was a bust, nothing in these books were giving them any clue as to what Emma was planning. Henry dropped his head onto the table and let out a loud “Uuuggghhh.”

He felt a hand on his back, trying to soothe in short passes - up and down, up and down. He and Belle were the only ones here today. The rest of the family didn’t want him there when they confronted Emma.

“I don’t need a babysitter! She’s my mother, let me talk to her! Let me try!” He’d argued.

But Regina and his grandparents had been firm.

“You don’t need to see this, Henry,” his mom had argued back, “And we…we don’t know what kind of state she’ll be in. I won’t risk your safety.”

He’d argued for a long time, but eventually Belle stepped in and told him that she would need help with the research and Henry had no choice but to relent. Now he’s wishing he’d kept arguing.

He was just picking his head up when the library door swung open with a BANG! Both Belle and Henry jumped at the noise and quickly turned at the intrusion. It was Hook, but he…he seemed different, somehow. More…something. And less…something…

But Henry didn’t have time to wonder about that! He stood and raced to the man, “Did you find her - did you find Mom?!”

“Mm,” Hook said, barely acknowledging him; his focus was entirely on Belle. “I need your help, Lass. For Emma.”

Henry felt Belle sidle up next to him, he could feel how tense she was. Hook was still ignoring him and his face was stone. Whatever happened between him and his mom, it definitely wasn’t good.

“What do you need, Killian?” she asked slowly, cautiously, “What happened?”

“Hook--” Henry started, but was cut off.

“Nothing concerning, I just need you to come with me. I’ve something to discuss with your husband and it would make it easier if you were there…to--mediate.”

Henry’s brow furrowed at the odd request. Hook hated Grandpa! What on Earth would he need to talk to him about? He felt the tension rise as he watched Belle watch Hook. Something weird was going on.

“Killian--”

“I’ll not ask again, Lass” Hook said, voice deep and rough and--honestly--a little scary, “You will come with me to assist.”

It happened so fast. Henry just barely caught Hook lifting his hand and only had a split second to think before he grabbed onto Belle’s sleeve so they couldn’t leave him behind.

Teleportation is weird and honestly unpleasant. It leaves you with a swooping feeling in your stomach and a strange smell in your noise and a light headache from the sudden whirl of air and space-time. Henry used to think it was the coolest thing. Fantasy novels were liars…

Also, the landing sucks.

Henry rubbed his head as he picked himself up off the floor of his grandpa’s shop.

“Ow…” he muttered.

“Henry!” Belle dropped to her knees next to him, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he winced out, letting his grandmother help him stand. He looked around for Hook, and frowned when he saw him. He was off to the side, leaning nonchalantly against one of the glass displays, playing with his so-called moniker. Henry couldn’t tell if he was deliberately blocking the door or not, but that didn’t matter. He had to try again. “Hook--gah!”

With a wave of fingers, Henry felt the magic seep into his throat. He gasped at the same time Belle did. Hook…he had magic--and he used it to silence him! Henry felt the sting of tears as he stared disbelievingly at his--at the pirate.

“Killian!” Belle rounded on him angrily, “What the hell is going on! How could you!”

“I think I can answer that,” Henry’s grandpa said, stepping out from the backroom. “Clearly, our Miss Swan saw fit to split The Darkness in two.”

The pirate smirked, still playing with his hook.

“Wait--Emma made you--a Dark One?” Belle asked haltingly. “Why-why would she do that?”

“The why’s of it don’t matter,” Hook said, turning to grin a Gold. “The only thing on my mind is what this magic can do.”

Henry watched, annoyed, as Gold rolled his eyes. Same, Grandpa! Same. He turned his glare at Hook, who--once again--was ignoring him.

“If revenge is what this is about,” Belle said, putting herself in front of Henry, “Why do you need me? I know you, Killian--you’re not going to kill me to get your revenge."

Hook didn’t take his eyes off Gold, and Henry didn’t take his glare off him. They didn’t have time for any of this! Emma needed their help! But Henry found he couldn’t move, too angry and betrayed to just leave.

Plus that would mean walking past Hook to get the door and he didn’t want to find out what his emotions would be if he did and Hook…just let him. Without a glance. Without an apology. Without any kind of acknowledgement.

No, he didn’t want to think about that at all.

“Like I said, Lass, I need you here to mediate. The Crocodile and I have unfinished business and the easiest way to get someone to do what you want is to have leverage.” His smirk widened into a crazed smile. “Isn’t that right, Rumpelstiltskin?”

There was an old cutlass resting on a shelf behind Hook, he snatched it up and sent it skidding across the wooden floor. Henry was forced back a little by Belle, as if the sword would nick them, but Henry knew--even now--that Hook would never let that happen.

Gold leaned forward on his cane, completed unamused, “What exactly is it you want? Belle’s right, you won’t kill her--even for leverage. And we both know, this sword can’t kill you. Why the theatics in the first place?”

“Ah, maybe that sword can’t kill me,” Hook magicked another into his hand, “But this one can!” He pointed the sword directly at Gold, “And all you have to do is take it from me. Besides, just because I won’t kill her, doesn’t mean she won’t be harmed.”

It all happened in an instant.

Belle was in front of him, shielding him with her body.

Then she was in front of Hook and was letting out a painful grunt.

“No!” he heard his grandpa call out, angry and terrified.

And before he knew it, Henry was watching as Hook ripped out her heart and squeezed…

“Ah!”

“Stop it!”

...and he couldn’t make a single sound.

“Come to the lake, Dearie. Defeat me and she’ll get her heart back.”

Then they were gone and his voice returned.

Henry sniffed and wiped a few stray tears from his eyes; it wasn’t like he was ashamed to cry, he knew it didn’t make him weak.

It’s natural, Lad--it doesn’t make you any less of a man.

But he spent so long this past week crying and he was sick and tired of it. That got another small smile, like mothers like son. And speaking of mothers…Henry turned his gaze back toward the small cottage. It was several feet away now, but he could still just barely make it, and the small crowd that was his family, out against the backdrop of beach and forest.

It was getting late--or at least, it felt like it was getting late--and he really ought to turn back, but he didn’t want to. He knew that one look at his face and his family would be on him with annoying, but well-meaning inquiries about his mood. And he knew that, like back home when they asked those same questions, he wouldn’t know what to say.

But it looked like his mom was getting everyone agitated and Robin wasn’t doing a good job of talking her down. That meant she wanted to use magic for something, and it wasn’t anything his grandparents approved of.

He took one last look at the sea - quiet and waveless. It wasn’t right, Hook being someplace the ocean didn’t move. So with a clap to his knees, Henry stood and made his way back toward his family.

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Emma braced herself for another swipe; when Liam said “pet” she was not expecting a giant freaking three headed dog! Would any of this fairytale shit ever not be weird?!

“Dammit!”

She dove to the side, the beast’s claws just barely missing her, and rolled in a move Killian taught her. Liam wasn’t faring much better. Between the teeth, the claws, and the freaking tail, it was a miracle neither had gotten severely hurt yet, let alone killed.

“We can’t just keep dodging!” Emma yelled to him.

“And what--” Liam jumped out of the way of another paw swipe “--do you suggest” -- he dropped low -- “we do?!”

Emma looked down at her hands; she hadn’t used magic since she was freed from The Darkness a week ago and she honestly wasn’t sure she could use it now. But they couldn’t keep dodging forever, they had to go on the offensive.

“I,” she started, stopped and swallowed, then stronger, “I have magic. I could--I don’t know--summon a sword or something!”

Liam glared at her, “You have magic and decide to speak of it now!”

Emma glared back, “I haven’t used it in--”

“I don’t care, Your Highness--if you can conjure up weapons then do it!” He barked in a voice brimming with authority and impatience. The same voice her pirate used with them on the ship toward Neverland, and even with Arthur and Merlin in Camelot. A captain’s voice.

She kept glaring, but Emma also took a moment to look inside herself, to ask the questions, “What am I doing this for? Whom am I protecting?”

Killian

She felt the heaviness of a broadsword in one hand and the lighter weight of a cutlass in the other. She tossed Liam the saber.

“Here!”

“Much thanks,” he called back, sounding both genuinely thankful and annoyed by it. Whatever, they could work on the dislike later.

Emma readied her stance, just as her father showed her, and prepared to charge when a high, sharp whistle pierced the air. The dog (dogs?), just a second ago hovering with thick ropes of drool under glistening deadly teeth, vanished. Instead, Emma and Liam stared down at a��maybe cute? Three headed puppy.

“That is quite enough of that, don’t you think? Can’t have you hurt my dog.”

They turned in unison, both still tensed and posed for battle. A tall, pale man with black hair in even blacker robes stood behind them…with…was that popcorn?

“Um…” Emma said eloquently.

Liam instantly lowered his sword and gave a deep, respectful bow, “My Lord Hades, please forgive us--we apologize for the intrusion and--”

Hades--freaking Hades?!--waved a carefree hand, “No need to be so formal, Captain. It’s been quite a long time since you’ve made an appearance here. To what do I owe this millennium’s visit?”

“What…?” Emma whispered, but she was ignored.

“It is my brother, Milord.” Liam answered promptly, still not having risen from his bow, “He--well he’s recently died and--”

“Ah,” the Lord of the Dead interrupted, magicking away his popcorn (what the actual hell?!), “you’ve come to collect him.”

“Yes, Milord, if your mercy sees it so fit.”

“Mm, and who is this?” His piercing silver gaze made it to Emma. “Hoping to make another trade?”

“Excuse me!” Emma gasped, stepping back.

“No, Milord!,” Liam jumped in, finally looking up, “She is my brother’s love--here with me to bring him home. We would like to argue his case, if you would allow it.”

Hades stared at them a long time; cold, calculating, but not entirely unfriendly either. Emma felt a chill go through her and sweat that wasn’t actually there gather along her forehead. If he denied this, would that be it? Would there truly be no way to save Killian?

No! That wasn’t an option--he shouldn’t be down here! And Emma wasn’t leaving without him, she didn’t care whom she had to go through. Nothing and no-one would take Killian away from her again.

She watched, slightly unsettled, but still full of determination, as the Lord of the Underworld smiled and let out a soft, short chuckle.

“The former Dark One and the next Davy Jones--here to rescue the man who’s escaped my domain for the better part of two centuries? Sure, why not--my schedule’s free and I could use a laugh. Let’s hear that argument.”

[martianbugsbunny]

Is This Love Persevering? (It Feels More Like The End of the World)—A CaptainCroc Fic

So this is a fic in which Rumple actually gets to attend Bae’s funeral (bc Zelena can just get fricking lost for making it so Rumple didn’t get to do that) (actually she killed Bae, too, so….) (she can just get lost either way). Also it’s CaptainCroc; like most of my fics for this pairing, I’m operating on the base assumption that they were together for some length of time before the curse, and for either heart-sharey reasons or bc Killian still ended up in Neverland or some other ✨magical BS✨ like that, Killian has the canon-typical extended lifespan. (Not quite sure why I explained that part, it seems pretty obvious, but whatever.)

I felt sentimental and I had a couple of sads lying around, so...this is the result. Enjoy seems a bit odd of a word to use, considering the plot? but read on!

There weren’t many people at the gravesite. Emma and Henry were there; Henry at least had as much right to be there as Rumple did, given that Bae was his father, and Emma…Rumple had considered her an irritating obstacle from time to time, but she had loved his son, and for that he liked her. Her parents stood beside her, David’s arm around her shoulders, and Mary Margaret holding one of Emma’s hands and one of Henry’s.

Only one person stood by Rumple. He felt alone, if he was being honest, and despite the warmth of Killian’s hand in his, there was a chill that cut through his bones.

They might all say they were there for Bae, but it was only partially true. The Charmings were there for their daughter and grandson; Emma was there for Henry and he was there for her…Killian was there for Rumple. It hurt that, even after he had tried to die for them (although that in itself was also mostly for Bae), and although it was his child whose body was being lowered into the ground, the Charming clan didn’t seem to consider Rumple in need or deserving of their comfort.

Rumple felt the weariness of his accumulated centuries in every fiber of his body as the coffin finally reached the bottom of the grave. His son was in that damn box, but at the same time he wasn’t, and it was simply too much.

He felt some small twinge of comfort in the fact that Mayor Mills, a queen in their home realm and one of the most important people in Storybrooke, was the one to speak the funeral rites. Bae deserved at least that much.

“Neal Cassidy—Baelfire—regardless of which name we knew him by, he was a good man,” Regina said. Her voice had a note of genuine sorrow in it. “He was the father of my son, for which I will always be grateful to him.” She glanced over at Henry, and Rumple could see the pain that came from imagining that it was her child to be buried. “He died a hero, like his father.”

She paused for a moment of silence. Henry’s sniffles and the rustling of the leaves of a nearby tree were the only sounds in the air.

Regina spoke again before anyone else. “The family is invited to throw in a handful of dirt before the coffin is fully interred.”

Rumple approached the grave first. The coffin had been decorated with flowers; roses from Emma, something small and white from the Charmings, and a single yellow lily from Rumple. (Bae had always loved yellow.) Now, Rumple poured a handful of dark, stony dirt onto the coffin, trickling over the bright petals.

Most of the people in the cemetery weren’t actually Bae’s relatives, but Henry, Killian, and Emma also took their turns at the grave.

Then, just like that, it was over. Mayor Mills left the cemetery first, followed closely by Mary Margaret and David. Emma and Henry stayed until the last of the dirt was heaped into the grave by city workers, and then they were gone too.

Rumple allowed himself to lean against Killian more heavily. He didn’t bother to hold back the tears that had been accumulating throughout the whole ghastly afternoon. “He didn’t deserve that, Killian. He still could’ve had a good life,” Rumple sobbed.

“I believe in an afterlife, love,” Killian said softly. “And I know Bae is having a good one of those.”

“How can he? He died for me. Dying for an evil man isn’t how you get into heaven.”

“His death was a supreme act of love and forgiveness, Rumple. I know he shouldn’t have died so young. I know it’s killing you because it’s killing me and whatever I feel, you’re feeling it times fifty. But I also know that you raised him right, when you had him, and he didn’t step off the good path even though he had a lot of anger. There’s no way our son is going to hell.”

Rumple stared at the patch of fresh earth in front of him, so newly-filled there was no grass. He should plant lilies there, when things warmed up, so Bae would never be without something beautiful. He had earned at least that.

“We should go home now, Rumple. We can come back tomorrow, and every day after that if you like, but you need to rest.”

He didn’t feel tired, just worn, but for once Rumple didn’t argue. He couldn’t bear to leave Bae’s grave, to leave Bae alone, but he also couldn’t stand to be there for another second.

They had only been home for five minutes when someone knocked on the front door. Killian went to answer it, while Rumple poured hot water into two mugs.

Killian re-entered the kitchen with Mary Margaret in tow. “Rumple, Mrs. Charming wanted to talk to you,” Killian said. His attempt at humor, light as it was, didn’t mean a thing to either him or Rumple. It was automatic, but it would be a while before he could really joke or laugh again.

“Some of our friends left food outside our apartment,” Mary Margaret said. “And we were about to start our dinner, when we realized…we had everyone gathered except the person who cared about Neal the most. And we also realized that you could probably use a few friends in your corner right now. Would you like to have dinner with us?”

Part of Rumple wanted to say no, to isolate himself in his bedroom and live alone with his grief. They hadn’t cared before, but Killian had, so he should stay at home with Killian and ignore the Charmings’ collective existence.

That wasn’t what Bae would want. He would want Rumple to be open, because openness was a step away from the dark. How much better would both of their lives have been if Rumple had been the man his son wanted—needed—him to be?

“We have time,” Rumple said, glancing at Killian. There was pride in his eyes, shining out past the heavy surface sorrow. “We’ll come.”

Not too long later, Rumple was seated, only semi-comfortably, on the Charmings’ couch with a mug of chicken soup in his hands. It felt strange to be seated among the heroes, and it felt stranger to know they were sharing a common emotional state.

Henry was upstairs in his room; Mary Margaret mentioned that he had been asleep for a while. Emma sat on one of the stools at the kitchen counter, her head leaned on her hand as she ate her way steadily through a dish of lasagna. Killian and Mary Margaret were at the table, both eating from a dish of ice cream that sat between them.

Which left Rumple sitting next to David.

They weren’t exactly enemies, but David always viewed Rumple as a threat to his family and as a result their interactions were generally tense. Rumple respected that, even if he actually found Mary Margaret to be the more intimidating of them.

Most of the evening passed in silence. Rumple preferred that; he knew what each person would have to say, and it wouldn’t help. Emma, something about how Bae was Henry’s father, and she wasn’t sure what to do for Henry. (After all, that, rather than the way she had loved him, was what would be on her mind.) Mary Margaret would try to say something comforting, but of course it wouldn’t work and then everyone would be *more* down. Killian would tell some story about meeting Bae in Neverland when he was younger that would be funny, or sentimental (maybe both, knowing him) and everyone except Killian and Rumple would feel better. David would probably try to distract them from the subject of Bae entirely, and that would fail, too.

The silence was much better.

And then, in the blink of an eye, it was morning. Rumple found himself curled up against Killian’s side, Killian resting his head on the arm of the couch. And David was on the other end of the couch, Rumple’s feet crossed over his lap and resting on the other arm. Mary Margaret was slumped over the table, a pillow under her face—Rumple suspected Killian had put it there—and Emma was sprawled out across her parents’ bed.

It was far from the perfect life, especially for Rumple. In the perfect life, his son would still be alive.

But having a family, even a makeshift, undefinable family to help get him through his grief…he supposed that might be considered a good life. And maybe in a month or two, he might be well enough to enjoy it.

Knowing he was safe for the time being, he curled closer to Killian and began to sob.

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[dystopiandramaqueen]

Ideas are limitless and I’ve learned I will never get to write even a fraction of what I want to write.

So.

Instead of starting a fic “to-do” list for OUAT I’m just gonna put the headcannons here. Free to a good home. I can always expand or riff on them but I’d rather share a sentence than … hoard scraps forever like I do w/ THT.

So. In that vein: *clears throat*

S1 E7: Emma should /could have fucked The Huntsman in the evil queen’s crypt.

If that wasn’t possible they should /could have fucked in the Sherriff’s office. I’m pretty sure that “true love” (by which I mean - The Huntsman escaping his toxic relationship and Emma freeing herself from self imposed isolation - like - SELF true love -would have had some sort of magical ripple effect up to and including breaking the curse and saving his life seconds before his heart was crushed to dust by his evil ex.

S2 E4: please tell me someone wrote fic of Killian and Milah the boss bitch pirate queen’s first night together on the ship 🔥🔥🔥 the innuendo of him “getting booty” is …too perfect for words.

S2 E4: In Storybrooke, Red takes Belle under her wing, becoming her girlfriend. She initiates Belle in the world of sex with the same confident, kind attention as she does at Granny’s diner. The box she gave her w/ a key- it wasn’t the key to the library, it’s Red’s room key. Belle knows what the offer implies… the thought excites and terrifies her. Makes her feel things she’d never felt before. She debates and debates… ultimately- for the first time in her life, she listens to her body, to her intuition, bc Red feels safe. Belle goes there late that night, immediately apologizing, flustered, trying to back out due to embarrassment, but Red calms her with a confident kiss. Belle doesn’t know what to say or do, but she knows Red does. Red smiles, closing the bedroom door behind them. —-> lesbian power couple !domRed, !subBelle. They heal from toxic relationships w/ controlling men by finding what they need in eachother.

S2 E4: I would deadass watch a whole spinoff of Charming working in the mine tunnels with his shirt off. No plot or explanation needed.

S2 E4: I’d also bet that Killian and Regina’s bitch evil mother have done more than banter. That’s a great set up for a femdom dynamic like in 50 shades of grey. The pirate ship has rope, just saying.

[lilacs-stars]

Helloo! Sorry to bother but could you write a James Hook x fem reader wherein the reader came with red and Chloe? I’ve read your rules but I’m not certain if it falls under pedophilia. If not, maybe she can be the sister of Bridget? Thank you!

hey there anon!

no, it doesn't break any of my rules, but thanks for making sure! by pedophilia I mean like a fully-grown adult with a minor, not a few years age gap between high school or college students.

also, when you say the reader came with red and chloe, I assume you're talking about when they go back in time. so reader would be like bridget / the queen of heart's (a lot younger) sister, right? just making sure that I interpreted that right.

thanks again for the ask!

edit: I forgot to add, but do you want the events that happen with red and chloe to be in line with what happens in the movie, or can I write new scenes and stuff (with the same idea of preventing bridget from turning evil)?

edit 2: I wrote that this doesn’t go against my rules with the assumption that since you said bridget’s sister, reader is much closer to red and chloe’s age than the queen of heart’s (otherwise she wouldn’t even be able to go to merlin academy and pass as a high school student). if this isn’t what you meant, pls lmk, otherwise this is what I interpreted from your req.

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For the get to know your fic writer ask: 1, 31, 42, 55, 76 (for He Can Be Very Charming), any or all! :)

Thanks so much for this super fun list! xo

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics? I usually do chapters to give myself the space I need to tell a story without it being an overwhelming block of text.

31. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers. ComradeGiddyBiscuit, lemonfluff, and Sarcastic_Science_Fiction_Writer ;)

42. What's the last fic you read? Do you recommend it? Your Precious Thimble by ComradeGiddyBiscuit and yes I recommend it if you are comfortable with explicit material. I thought it was a wonderful characterization of the Hook and Wendy characters and it's written in a very fun, vibrant voice.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers' reactions to certain ones? My favorite has always and probably will always be Hook, so certainly not swayed by followers/readers lmfao. If I was swayed by that, I would probably write more Jacob Carter and Selmak.

76. Did you have any ideas that didn't make the Final Cut of He Can Be Very Charming? Yes, the mini golf scene. It's still in WIP hell just sitting as a draft. maybe one day!