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“Live to fight another day, mate.”
Independent OUAT Captain Hook. Canon Divergent. Heavy J.M. Barrie influences. promo credit
“Aye that’s one bloody word for it…” Killian replied, a bark of laughter escaping him at the understatement to her words. The King seemed to be atoning for his previous life by attempting to act on everything he ought to in order to ensure the Underworld was a place where those who desired to finish their business could, though at such a pace that there was barely time to breathe between task set to him.
“I believe he has seen the error of his ways of corruption in his life above…” Killian answered, his words a little evasive, if only because he did not believe it was as simple as that. “I do not believe he bodes an ill will at least. I believe he means to make this kingdom whole. What comes after, well only time will tell of that, love…”
She smiled at his laugh and slide onto the couch next to him, enjoying their moments of quiet in the chaos of rebuilding. Everyone was busy, far more so than when Hades had been in charge. While the sudden flurry of activity was welcome among most of the denizens of the Underworld after centuries of stagnation, it took time to adjust to the schedule of a man so recently living on a mission.
“At the rate he’s going, we’ll see what comes after soon enough. We could be prepared to sail against yet another corrupt king, though I wouldn’t mind being pleasantly surprised by royalty for once.” She brushed his hair away from his face mostly because she could. Whichever wind he chose to sale with in the future she would gladly follow.
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It astounded her how, after all this time, ten words, then another twelve, could fill her heart nearly to burst. If he’d expected an initial rejection to the declaration there was disappointment there. Though she’d had no vengeance to occupy her time with she had missed him just as desperately as he’d missed her.
But…was he certain? She didn’t want him to stay here only to wake up one day and regret not taking his chance to leave. “Are you sure? The waters are more treacherous and it isn’t quite the same as being alive. Do you truly wish to spend the next however long standing up against a–” Suddenly she bit back her smile as she realized how her sentence would end. No, Milah, this was serious! “A corrupt king?”
He watched her understanding of his choice letting the smirk filter onto his face as she came to the realisation herself about the certainty of his choice. “I have sailed more realms than I can count and survived treacherous waters plenty, love…” he murmured, stepping closer till he could take her in his arms in a way he had not been able to for more than two centuries.
“Here there is a cause to stand for, my brother to be beside and the love I have grieved since the day I lost her…” he answered, holding her gaze unwaveringly. “Aye, I am certain. I rather think the cause is one best suited to my talents, would you not agree?”
“And I have seen you on a few of those waters,” she relented, relaxing into his arms as her hands settled on his shoulders. “I sometimes wondered if you’d made a deal with Poseidon himself to survive some of those as you did.”
She clicked her tongue at his admittance of grief, hand moving to cup his face and soothe her thumb over his cheek as though she could rub it away. She knew the feeling of it, for while the living grieved for the dead, the dead mourned the loss of the living. “You are,” she agreed, her voice thick for a moment as her eyes stung and threatened more for a split second, but she still kept his gaze. Any embarrassment that might have come at the slight possibility of tears wasn’t really worth looking away from him, not after so long. “I think it would be a crime if you didn’t, now that I think about it.”
She leaned her forehead against his, arms circling around his shoulders. “And I could certainly use the help in making certain the eldest of the Jones brothers doesn’t take himself too seriously.”
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STARTER CALL | @justmilah
Dropping onto the sofa in the replica of the Charming’s apartment they had acquired for themselves given the dangers of the waters here, Killian let a groan escape him, an exhaustion in his very bones that he thought was unfair considering his already deceased state.
“That bloody King is running me ragged in his efforts to rejuvenate his broken kingdom…” he groused, stretching his legs out before him as he thought about the latest tasks he’d been aiding Arthur in.
Milah still enjoyed the happy flutter in her chest whenever he was around, that excited little thrill of ‘oh, yay, Killian’s here!’ It was perhaps one of her favorite things happening with the changes in the Underworld. “Poor love,” she said as she stepped in behind, leaning over to work the muscles in his shoulders and lean close to his ear. “The new king is rather...enthusiastic,” she observed.
She was still wary of the monarchy. Even here in the Underworld her experience with them had been less than favorable. Then again, this was the Underworld and not exactly the cream of the crop. So, as she used to when she wasn’t sure, she’d trust in Killian’s judgement before anyone else’s. “And you believe he’s genuine in his mission?”
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Milah huffed a little as she took a sip of her refilled drink. “Part of me wonders if it isn’t because the bar has been set obscenely high by a certain relationship,” here, she tipped her glass toward him in case there was any confusion. “With all those gentlemanly ways or what shouldn’t still be a revolutionary concept such as ‘no means no,’ or if people are just...incredibly shitty and entitled little shits.”
She blinked before wiggling about, reaching into her pocket and unfolding a piece of printer paper. “There are apparently taverns, especially in the larger cities, where you could -- nrrrrrg, damn, foul denim, too fucking tight, who the damn hell would call these atrocities pockets HAH! -- be more likely to meet someone of the male persuasion also looking for someone of the male persuasion. And apparently there are some in Boston.”
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Starter Call | @justmilah
“The town will grow on you, it might be a lot to take in, but at least we will have the Jolly Roger for familiarity, aye love?” Killian murmured, arm curling about Milah’s shoulders as he guided her through the streets, away from the ship that had always been their home, and towards the hub of socialisation in the town. Part of him was tempted to steer their course towards The Rabbit Hole, allowing them to indulge in rum and merriment, though he had promised friends he had made that he would introduce them to the woman he had spent centuries grieving.
“Should it prove to be too much, we can always acquire ourselves a magic bean and venture to new horizons with whatever of the crew remains on these shores.”
She had her hand snaked between his coat and shirt, enjoying the heat she found beneath her fingers. Hell, she was enjoying all of this. The warmth as she was tucked against him, the rumble in his chest as he talked, even the pinch in her shoes not yet broken in. Her grin grew at the mention of their home, a wonderful connection to their past that she had missed nearly as much as him. “It would come in handy. Though if they’re the sort who enjoy barging into other people’s homes without knocking, I have a list of ideas of how to deter them from doing so.” That Emma seemed the sort who would just stroll on in, it was possible there’d be more.
She leaned her head against his shoulder and hummed. “Wish we could find a whole slew of beans. Are they really all that rare now? They weren’t exactly common before, but they could still be found.”
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Milah pursed her lips to hide a smile. “She did. There wasn’t much to talk about after what we had in common. Her favorite thorn in her side was the obvious next choice.” And of course, with the reveals of cheesy innuendos and heavy flirting came observations of anger and hurt. She still saw bits of it now, a habit harder to break than rum, but while it hurt to hear it had been there at all she was glad to know it was better now. Stole a sip of rum before sliding in behind him, chest to back, and rest her chin on his shoulder as her arms draped around him.
“I was pleased to learn you never made a habit of challenging cars.”
Millian / BlackHook. Supporting the boy's poly life AU. Go
@captaindashingrapscallion - three sentence fic - accepting
Milah rushed about the house, making sure everything was in order, that she didn’t forget a thing. Finally she placed her hands on Killian’s shoulders and gave him a kiss before listing off her reminders, “The guest room is made up for you two, please not in our bed. I made a fresh pot of stew but I’ve left the number to the restaurant you like, the one that delivers, just in case and you have a card to pay with. And just a reminder, I will be moonbathing naked on deck while you’re having fun.” Another kiss, then another, and on the way out she cheerfully waved to Edward before rushing to grab the taxi he just got out of.
Millian. Reunion in the Underworld, go
@captaindashingrapscallion - three sentence fic - accepting
She’d feel bad for it later, jumping on him and clinging tight when he was still covered in scrapes and lacerations. She stole him away from everyone else, listened to his stories, greedily getting as much of him as she could. When he got his revenge and took over she joined him, happy to be at his side once again.
send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…
- the first character i ever fell in love with: Snow
- a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Snow
- a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:
cs - my ultimate favorite character™: Killian
- prettiest character: Milah
- my most hated character: Rumple
- my OTP: Millian, Miliam, Outlaw Queen
- my NOTP: Captain Crocodile
- favorite episode: The One Where Its Revealed Alice Is Who He Is Looking For, The One That Milah Dies In, The One Milah Doesn’t Die In, The One Milah Dies Afuckinggain In, The One Liam Is In, All Liams Go To Heaven, That Fucking Helevator Scene That Still Makes Me Cry Fucking Rude, A Montage Of Shippy Scenes For A Ship No Longer Shipped, Grumpy Had A Girlfriend And A Name Change, What The Hell Do You Mean Jefferson Is Bucky Since WHEN??
- saddest death: Deckhand Hook’s or ‘Evil Dave Killed A Labrador Puppy.’
- favorite season: s2
- least favorite season: s6
- character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Emma and Zelena, which is weird since there’s an Emma and a Zelena I frikkin love RPing with. (Though there’s also a Rumple I love RPing with, so xD)
- my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Will
- my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Liam, Ruby, Jefferson, The Obvious
- my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: Ruby and Dr. Whale
- my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Swanfire
@captaindashingrapscallion Send in a “⚱” for my muse to tell yours whether theyd smash or pass - accepting
“I believe the more accurate question is ‘how long until the next smash’? What are you up to now?”
Drops rightfulcaptxin in here
- Do I Follow Them?: I don’t! omg I’m a sham!
- Why Did I Follow Them?: I DON’T follow Lauri on here because I’m a SHAM! (I even made him a POP I’m such a sham.)
- Do We Role Play?: NO! BUT I WANT TO! YOU HEAR ME, YOU JERK?! RP WITH ME!
- Do I Want To Role Play With Them: See my above rant!
- An AU Idea For Our Muses: Okay but. These two sharing care advice for a another pirate, hmm? Eh eh eh?
- A Song For Our Muses: If we’re going for ‘shippy’ then I would think Closer by NiN (WHAT?!)
but if it’s sort of...they’re in a sort of competing?
- Do I Ship Our Muses?: I...honestly don’t know? It’s one of those things that would have to be tried!
- What I Think About The Mun: Awesome, duh. Doesn’t mind when I randomly come at him with Skyrim things. (PS my skyrim has discovered adult mods, sorry)
- Overall Opinion: From what I know? I love both mun and muse!
- Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Drops wasntallbad in here
- Do I Follow Them?: Yes I do! It’s all @captaindashingrapscallion ‘s fault!
- Why Did I Follow Them?: Because I’m curious about Tinkerbelle and her portrayal seems fun!
- Do We Role Play?: I think we have one thing? But not as often as I’d like.
- Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yes! Gimme moar! (If you wannits if not HAHAHAHA pfff no!)
- An AU Idea For Our Muses: Milah comes to Neverland before s3, and somehow Tink helps her be...not dead.
- A Song For Our Muses: (Legit no pressure, this was what came to mind after reading the next question. Also sorry if you don’t like Katy Perry but your cherry chapstick is to blame?) I would legit need time to find something girl empowering that isn’t about teh sexy tiemz.
- Do I Ship Our Muses?: See, I would not mind seeing if there’s anything there? But I am totally fine with platonic, in which case, I needa find another song :|a
- What I Think About The Mun: She has been nothing but nice to me! I like her :D And some of the HCs she has for Tink that I’ve seen has left me :O
- Overall Opinion: I like! Yes!
- Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
drops my URL in here
- Do I Follow Them?: Yes! (I didn’t forever though because I’m easily Intimidated and cdr is one of the reasons I wants to make a Milah blog and I felt I was being too pushy because I’m a noob)
- Why Did I Follow Them?: Because they’re motherfuckin captaindashingrapscallion. Even when I wasn’t following I was all ‘omg adore from afar’
- Do We Role Play?: YES! OMG YES! And I’m thankful that you don’t see me as the monkey at the keyboard I really am
- Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Always, duh.
- An AU Idea For Our Muses: You mean one we DON’T have? Okay. OUAT AU? Somehow she’s managed to find herself in Neverland between when he’s left and when they go back. THAT WOULD BE AMAZING!!!! Non OUAT? Two divorced single parents finding love in a run down apartment building.
- A Song For Our Muses: (Sorry if you don’t like Adele)
- Do I Ship Our Muses?: Does the sun rise in the mornings? Do the waves chase the moon?
- What I Think About The Mun: Charlie’s awesome. And patient with this noob.
- Overall Opinion: ...if I say anything else you’d think I was paid??? Like???? I WARNED YALL I WAS TIPSY OKAY?
- Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
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“I do not intend to return with the others, love.”
The simple statement was spoken with a level of severity as Killian turned back to look at Milah, his expression one of grim resolve. He had thought long and hard about whether to go back to Storybrooke with the others, about whether he might be able to pick up his sword once more and continue fighting, but the truth was down here there was a fight to be had, and few who were willing to stand against the rule of Hades.
“My place is here. With the woman I spent centuries attempting to avenge.”
It astounded her how, after all this time, ten words, then another twelve, could fill her heart nearly to burst. If he’d expected an initial rejection to the declaration there was disappointment there. Though she’d had no vengeance to occupy her time with she had missed him just as desperately as he’d missed her.
But...was he certain? She didn’t want him to stay here only to wake up one day and regret not taking his chance to leave. “Are you sure? The waters are more treacherous and it isn’t quite the same as being alive. Do you truly wish to spend the next however long standing up against a--” Suddenly she bit back her smile as she realized how her sentence would end. No, Milah, this was serious! “A corrupt king?”
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Bloodied but alive, Killian staggered back into the camp of ragtag individuals he had formed into a crew, pack laden with the food and medicine he had manged to acquire on a surprisingly bountiful supply run. Handing it over to William - affectionately dubbed Smee - as he entered their put together fortress formed from the shell of an old factory, he left the man to deal with it, sparing him a smile.
Instead, he wandered further into the bowels of the abode that had come to be known as home, searching for Milah. He located her quick enough and wrapped an arm about her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her foreheads. “Can I borrow you, love?” he asked, not waiting for an answer, knowing she’d follow him. Leading the way into the catacombs of the factory, he waited until they were far enough away before lifting his coat sleeve and unwrapping the bandage from his hand.
“Wasn’t so quick this time, love…” he breathed, laughing at himself even as he unveiled the clear bite embedded in the skin. “I’m going to need to ask you to do something awful… but if I don’t get rid of this bloody limb, I’ll become one of them…”
Of course she followed him. Milah had spent the entire time he’d been gone trying to convince herself he would be fine, all but wearing the concrete floor down with her pacing. Logically, she understood. Small groups were safer. They made less noise, could get in and out of places more quickly, and there was less chance of petty squabbling happening. It still never stopped her from worrying. She was just happy she hadn’t clung to him like a frantic child when he’d finally turned back up.
Her heart nearly stopped when he started, and then her blood ran cold as he revealed his hand. For one awful moment she was afraid of what he was asking, not certain if she would have it in her to kill him before he could turn. And then suddenly, an amputation felt so much less horrifying. Moving so deeply into the less populated area of the factory had its advantages. They could amputate and wait and see if they got it in time without causing a panicked uproar.
Still, however preferable an emergency amputation was to his death that did not stop the momentarily weak knees that struck her, and most certainly not in the way he normally inflicted that state upon her. “Don’t...don’t worry,” she said almost absently. “I’ll help you write until you can learn again.” She unbuckled the thick, wide canvas belt she’d pilfered from a military surplus store and used it with a piece of pipe to make a tourniquet, learned from a manual pilfered from the same store. After a quick glance at her watch she scribbled the time on his cheek with a sharpee. Suddenly, and for the first time, she was very glad she had done this before.
“We’re running a bit low on general anesthesia. We also have some local.” She pushed him into a chair as she rifled through cupboards, gathering what she would need from here before moving him. She paused, predicting a possible answer he very well might give. “And please let me sedate you some how. If not for your sake, then at least for mine. I’d rather not awaken to your screams as I do Johnny’s.”
A short bark of laughter escaped him at the very idea he might feel otherwise, and Killian shook his head at her. “I thought I made it quite clear, love, that there will always be a place for you aboard my ship and in my life. My stance on that has not changed in centuries. I am not that fickle a creature…” The last was said with a smirk as he tipped his head to press into the gentleness of her touch, his hand raising to rest gently at her waist.
“Now that I would not abide, though your gumption would be appreciated for its tenacity,” he remarked, a warm amusement in his voice. Restraint be damned, he thought to himself and leant down then to press a kiss to her lips, revelling in her being alive once more. The messy complications could be dealt with later, but centuries of grief called for him to selfishly take this moment while he had had it.
She snorted with him. “Yes you had, repeatedly and often. That doesn’t mean my pride would have allowed me to just walk on deck as though nothing had happened or that no time had passed.” Her eyebrows rose. “Though the shock of it might have helped weed out some of the weak ones.”
Milah leaned in closer with a happy sigh of contentment.“Oh, I would at least have gotten as far as the buoy.” She cupped his jaw, the kiss much more than the memories she’d had. She wasn’t sure who or what all was in his life now, knew it wouldn’t be so easy as this and she’s back, but she’d take this moment and keep it close to her.At the end her arms wound around his shoulders and she leaned her forehead against his. “I’ve missed you.” It was an understatement, but perhaps one of the most important ones she could make.