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Helloooooo handsome!
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MOON
-all fic and art are on the title link-
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‘Twas the Night Before
Exactly what it seems—Hook makes up his own version of “A Visit from St. Nicholas” and recites it to his daughter on Christmas Eve. It started in my head as a joke and now… well.
“’Twas the night before Christmas, and there in the tower, a blond little lass sat and watched the snow shower,” Killian started suddenly, earning a giggle from his six-year-old.
He had heard the poem years ago in another realm, and like so many other things, he worked to make a new poem all for her. Though, now that he muttered the words, he wracked his brain for how to continue. Especially now that he saw her wide blue eyes stare at him with eager anticipation.
“Her papa, a great captain, the feared Captain Hook, now stood in their kitchen and attempted to cook. The tree was meager, his wrapping had flaws. They hoped their offerings would please Santa Claus.”
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Dreamshade (OUAT fanfic) | Chapter 5
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Author: cosette141
Words: 2k (this chapter) | 11k total (so far)
Summary: (s3A, "Good Form" canon divergence) Instead of David getting hit with the poisoned arrow, it's Hook. Now it's up to David to get Hook to Dead Man's Peak before Dreamshade takes Hook's life, and maybe learn, perhaps too late, that Hook is far more than just a pirate. h/c Captain Charming
This chapter is dedicated to @cocohook38 , who "sacrificed something to the Muse goddess" in order to for me to get this update up faster. It has worked, as my muse did come through for me! So thank you very much 😆❤️😘 I hope this chapter meets your expectations and is worthy of that sacrifice 😆❤️
There will be a last chapter/epilogue to follow and that one should be up within the next day or two! Thanks so much to everyone reading and especially to those who've left reviews and reblog comments!! It always means the world ❤️
~cosette141
Chapter 5 (under the cut!)
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"What's wrong, Captain? I thought a codfish like you wouldn't mind a bit of salt water in your lungs."
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chandler.head Camo day at the office! #TheRightStuff #Coopergirls #universalstudiosbacklot @natgeochannel (x)
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Into the Darkness of my Mind.// Just a Taste… //
by @hollyethecurious , for the @csrolereversal
Masterpost of the art&links HERE
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Note: that was the first art done and man. As usual, it’s too dangerous to look at him when he’s like that took me quite some time to draw and perhaps joined him into the madness while sketching his face lol. but with the context added by the story?? oh man. It gives me chills…
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Burn the Ships
Happy birthday, @bethacaciakay ! It is crazy to think about how long I have known you now. Have I really been writing fanfic that long? But yes, I have, because you were just a teenager when you first starting commenting on my fics over on Ao3. I pray you have an amazing day and an awesome year. Don’t let the world change you, my dear! (And that’s all the mothering you will get from me today, duckling.)
Speaking of ducklings, while I was thinking over what to write for your gift, I heard the song “Burn the Ships” by For King and Country for the first time while driving. When I got home, I immediately looked it up on YouTube, and guess what?!? The music video features the Lady Washington, aka The Jewel of the Realm, aka the Jolly Roger. Not only that, the Smallbone brothers give off serious Brothers Jones vibes in that music video. And apparently this video has been in existence for almost a year now - how did I not discover this sooner!?! Anyway, so here is an angsty Lieutenant Duckling fic for your birthday! (And anyone who is interested can check out the music video here.)
Summary: Emma Swan stood shivering on the beach, her entire body numb as she stared out at the smoldering remains of the Jewel of the Realm. She pressed her eyes shut and felt the sting from her constant crying. Her lieutenant had promised her he would always survive, always come home to her. Yet coming home sometimes isn’t enough.
Rating: T
Words: 3,000 and some change
Also on Ao3 and part of my Fandom Birthday Playlist
Tagging the usuals: @snowbellewells @jennjenn615 @welllpthisishappening @kday426 @let-it-raines @teamhook @kmomof4 @bethacaciakay @profdanglaisstuff @resident-of-storybrooke @thislassishooked @tiganasummertree @whimsicallyenchantedrose @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs @winterbaby89 @distant-rose @courtorderedcake @xhookswenchx @shireness-says @spartanguard @optomisticgirl @wellhellotragic @branlovestowrite @cocohook38 @killian-whump
Don’t let it arrest you
This fear is fear of fallin’ again
And if you need a refuge
I will be right here until the end
The earth shook with the canon bombardment, and the sky flared with the fire of explosions. Emma huddled in the corner of the room, Henry clinging to her chest, tremors rippling through his small frame every time the castle shook. Emma rocked him, rubbed his hair, whispered assurances into his ear.
The door to their chambers burst open, and Emma jerked at the sound. Had King George’s men come ashore? Were they already storming the castle? She deflated when she saw her mother standing there, the light of her lone candle flickering over her features.
“Emma, come quickly.”
The urgency in Queen Snow’s voice brokered no argument, and Emma rose, adjusting her four year old son in her arms. They hurried down the corridors of the castle, Henry whimpering with each canon blast that shook the walls. Down, down, they raced to the armory where all the residents of the castle, from the cook to visiting dignitaries, huddled in fear.
Only now, as the Queen barred the heavy door, did Emma notice the bow and quiver of arrows slung over her mother’s back. Snow reached up to one of the high shelves for her husband’s sword and scabbard. Wordlessly, she strapped it around her daughter’s waist. Emma’s gaze latched onto her mother’s with barely concealed terror.
“He’ll come home, won’t he?”
Snow tried for a smile, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes, and she didn’t answer her daughter’s question.
“He promised,” Emma said with a tremor in her voice.
All her mother could do was embrace her, Henry sandwiched between them.
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Lies & Tricks
Something short that arrived this evening!
Killian Jones wakes in the Dark One Vault after being transported there from the meadow, with only the darkness for company.
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He didn't know where he was when he woke and rose to his feet. Hell? The afterlife? A tomb?
It certainly felt like a tomb, if the surrounding blackness meant anything at all. A small part of him was convinced that he was dead, that the cut on his neck had gotten its way and killed him, but the rest of him, the parts of him that were devoted to Emma as though she were a physical part of him necessary for his very survival, knew that she wouldn't be able to let him go even after he'd begged her to.
Their love was true, even if it had never been officially confirmed, and he was well aware that he'd move heaven and Earth to protect her. He'd given up his home for a chance of seeing her again and now they'd finally been settling down together, he'd stop at nothing for her.
She'd damned him, he realised suddenly as the tendrils of the darkness swarmed him. She'd cursed him to become the monster that he hated most, Hook. He'd worked hard to distance himself from the bloodthirsty revenge-driven pirate, but who knew what kind of man that the darkness would forge?
It rammed itself into his chest, capturing and blackening his heart before it raced through him and burrowed into his mind too. His worst, most painful memories were dragged to the surface, forcing him to endure his past suffering again and again as the whispers began.
Revenge, hatred, betrayal, bloodlust... the feelings were overtaking him faster than he could stamp them down. He was drowning in his own darkness and it was... wonderful. His new dark magic burned and pulsed within his veins, filling him with raw, untapped power like nothing he'd ever experienced. He could use it, he wanted to use it, and then he could do anything, have anything, be anything...
The boy who'd had nothing, who'd been denied his parents, his brother, his Milah... he'd have everything that was owed to him, that had been ripped from him. It had a plan, it whispered in the back of his mind as it bonded with him, promising him that the Crocodile would suffer and Liam could be returned to his side... Milah too, if he desired.
But he was Killian Jones, wasn't he? Wasn't that the man that he wanted to be? Hadn't he fought his own darkness before to be good again? To be worthy of her love? The love of his Swan?
THE LOVESICK PUPPY DOG KILLIAN JONES IS DEAD.
It accused, the tendrils coiling tighter around him as a reminder of its presence. He was strong now, he didn't need to be her lovesick puppy dog. He could play her like she'd played him!
...Had she played him though? Didn't she love him as he loved her?
NO. SHE LIES. SHE TRICKS.
It screamed in his head, tainting his memories with its poison so every memory of Emma smiling was replaced with a sneering, mocking grin on her lips instead. The grin of his masters when he'd been a slave, always laughing and jeering at him for his continued servitude when his temptations dragged him down over and over and over...
It was trying to turn him against her, he could feel it getting its claws into him, but he wouldn't. She was his Swan, his Emma, his happy ending and until she gave him a reason to doubt her, he'd be hers.
It's just a matter of time. You'll see... Dark One lies, Dark One tricks!
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Vocivore Ltd. (43 of 46)
Also on FFN and AO3 (ListerofTardis)
Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @sancocnutclub, @killianjonesownsmyheart1, @courtorderedcake, @facesiousbutton82 <3
***THE MOST WONDERFUL, HEARTBREAKING, and BEAUTIFULLY WHUMPY COVER ART BY @cocohook38 HERE and HERE!!!!!!!!!*************
***LETHAL Chapter 19 art in all of its BLOODSTAINED GLORY!!!!************
**POOR STABBED KILLIAN falling into the sheriff station! Ch. 7 & 23 art!!**
****KILLIAN AND HIS MASTER IN THE GORGEOUS CATHEDRAL!!!!!!!!!!!! CHAPTER 1 ART THAT KILLS ME EVERY TIME I SEE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********
*CH 34 ART! A DEFEATED KILLIAN, HEAD BOWED BEFORE HIS MASTER!!*
***CH 36 ART! DETECTIVE JONES BOWS BEFORE HIS NEW MASTER!!!!!!***
***AAAAHHHH!!! THANK YOU MY WONDERFUL COCONUT FRIEND!!!!!!***
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Note: I hope it doesn’t feel like I’m rushing these final updates, but I kind of am :D Now that the story is pretty much complete, I don’t need as much time between chapters. But the real reason is that I’m going on a band trip to Ireland on the 30th (!!!) and was hoping to finish posting before I leave. Both to avoid keeping you in suspense and so that Winter(/Spring/early Summer) Whump doesn’t become Midsummer Whump! XD
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Present (Monday, continued)…
“Deeeeeep inna hundred acre wood…”
A little voice sang, high and sweet, while a tiny body wandered the periphery of the darkened cathedral, perfect miniature fingers trailing sanded oak walls, touching each crack where the boards were joined, sometimes slapping them with a giggle. Killian lay flat on his back, completely immobile, straining to protect his daughter. He needed to get her away from there somehow, before his Master noticed her, before she was caught up in its tortures, her body broken and cast aside like a rag doll.
His words came out silent. And she continued to sing.
I LOVE <3
but also...
“ Even should he have wanted to do otherwise, for some unfathomable reason, Killian would have been helpless to resist: he grinned back, tears and all, as the ocean reflects the sun’s glory. “
This is maybe the best arrangement of words my eyes have ever seen :D
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YOUR BROTP COULD NEVER (x)
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Dear Tripod The Second - V2
bc as much as Emma did her best with the blood style work, Rogers looks too good just with his bruise…
Vocivore, Ltd. by @hookaroo -
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