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Self Promo Sunday: Quietly Breaking, Breaking the Chains
We were having some conversation yesterday about how there could have been a lot more possibility for CS fic in the season six finale, particularly in Fiona’s little institution (right @darkcolinodonorgasm and @killian-whump ? ;) This isn’t exactly the sort of fic we were envisioning, but I was reminded that I had written this fic not long after the finale. There’s definitely more of Fiona and her asylum, more of Killian getting to play an active part in the heroics, and more CS than the finale gave us though. Anyway, one particular scene came to me and the rest of the story filled in around it. It goes canon divergent from where Killian and Charming are climbing down the beanstalk and in how Emma gets out of the Black Fairy’s institution, but everything in canon up to that point still occurred. Thanks for reading! I’d love to hear what you think!
“Quietly Breaking, Breaking the Chains”
i. down the rabbit hole
A wailing, screaming, shuddering panic whirled within her mind, clawing up her throat, churning in her gut. The dingy cinder block walls, never exuding safety or comfort, but at least a familiar boredom, were suddenly closing in on her, enough so that she wanted to shrink back into herself, but the one small bit of pride she had left refused to cower before the exultant face studying her, waiting for just that.
“What is it going to be, Dear?” the Mayor practically licked her lips, face moving once again from her strange preoccupation with the flames in the incinerator to the book in Emma’s hands, to hold Emma’s gaze one again. “If it truly is only a children’s book, if it is hurting our son, it shouldn’t be so difficult to simply rid us of it once and for all. Come now, you don’t want to move backwards, be kept in here forever and never see Henry at all, do you?”
The older woman’s voice was syrup-sweet, and she wore a look of knowing concern on her face, but it didn’t lessen the tremor of alarm that ran through Emma. Fiona was dangerous. It had always seemed so, though Emma couldn’t explain it. As long as she could remember, she had felt it; for as long as she had been in this place and endured the Mayor’s patronizing visits. Fiona reached forward, as if to help Emma, to make the task easier, but as soon as those sharply manicured fingertips touched the worn leather of Henry’s book, it was like an electric shock of realization ran through Emma. ‘No! She can’t!’ her mind screamed, suddenly finding it imperative that the book of fairytales didn’t burn.
Jerking away from the woman’s grasp, desperate to save her son’s prized possession, Emma stumbled, losing her balance and sending the heavy tome careening to the floor, pages flapping. With a slap, the book landed heavily, open to a page that showed a dark-haired man with kohl-lined blue eyes staring out at her, capturing Emma in a way she didn’t understand. She bent to her knees, pulling the illustration closer as images flashed through her head so quickly she was overwhelmed. “Killian…” she whispered softly, certain at last that she knew the man in the picture, somehow. Her tentative, wistful fingers reached out to trace the sculpted features of this man dressed in leather, who inexplicably appeared to be a pirate on the high seas – at least they did until the Mayor’s surprisingly strong grasp caught her wrist.
“Now, now, Dearie, let’s not go through this again. You know as well as I that the people in there aren’t real.” Fiona moved to take the storybook from her, but Emma pushed it away, shielding it behind her own body.
Ooooooooooooooooh, it’s so good! I wish S6′s curse had ended more like this <3 Yay, true love conquers all!!! :D
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“Killian, I’’m sorry. This is the only way.”
I found this in my drafts just now...
A little vignette, because I’m reading this book that is giving me ~urges~ to rewrite the S6 finale with Killian in the asylum with Emma...
Emma watched the dark-haired man from her seat at the next table over. He was alone, as was she, both of them having opted not to pair up with other inmates patients and to stick to their own company.
Killian, she believed his name was. He rarely put in an appearance in the commons room, let alone in the dining hall, so his presence had caught Emma’s eye. What he was in for, she didn’t know. Undoubtedly, it was some manner of psychosis, like everyone else - though he looked sane enough to her.
But she knew better than most that looks could be deceiving. She, herself, looked sane... but if her history was anything to go by, she wasn’t. Or, rather, she hadn’t been. She was better now, or so she believed, but Mayor Fiona didn’t seem to believe she was well enough to be out of this place.
Killian seemed to be having an intense staring contest with his dinner, glaring at the slices of bologna he’d peeled out of his sandwich as if they’d personally offended him somehow.
Maybe they had, Emma mused to herself. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d met someone who thought their food was talking to them.
If the bologna had offended him, it seemed his macaroni and cheese was more interested in confounding him. He finally ate one noodle of it, then resumed his staring contest - this time with his brow furrowed thoughtfully.
On a whim, Emma picked up her tray and moved over to his table. “I think you’re safe with the mac and cheese,” she teased. “It’s the Mystery Meat on Thursdays that you really need to watch out for.”
Killian blinked and looked up at her in surprise, having been so engrossed in staring at his meal that he apparently hadn’t even noticed her coming over to sit with him.
“Emma Swan,” Emma said, offering him her hand to shake. Since he had a death grip on his fork with his right hand, she’d offered her left.
He stared at it, and for a moment, Emma wondered if he was going to stab her hand with his fork. Instead, he cleared his throat. “Killian Jones,” he said, not taking her hand.
She waited a moment more, not wanting to be rude and remove her hand if he was just a bit slow. After an awkward moment, she finally pulled it back. “I guess you’re not the hand-shaking type,” she dead-panned.
“Are you mocking me?”
The question caught Emma off-guard, both for its unexpectedness and the naked sincerity on Killian’s face as he asked it. “No,” she said. “I’m not mocking you. Why would you think I was?”
He shrugged, turning his eyes down to stare at his dinner tray once more. “You wouldn’t be the first.” He stabbed some more noodles with his fork and shoved them in his mouth. As he chewed, he brought his left arm up from under the table and laid it beside his tray.
Oh. He didn’t have a left hand to shake hers with. No wonder he’d thought she was mocking him. “I didn’t know,” she said.
“Hmm.” He returned his left arm to its spot in his lap, kept under the table and away from prying eyes.
“How did you lose it?” Emma regretted the words as soon as they popped out of her mouth, fearing that this would definitely shut Killian down the rest of the way and prevent any kind of friendship from ever developing between them. And, for some reason, that thought made her incredibly uneasy.
Fortunately, he didn’t seem perturbed by the question at all. “Crocodile ate it,” he said blithely.
“Seriously?”
Killian shrugged. “I don’t know anymore, to tell you the truth. Maybe I lost it in the Ogre Wars.”
“The Ogre Wars?” Emma asked, lifting an eyebrow. “That’s not a thing.” At least, it wasn’t a thing that anyone else should know about. It was a thing in the book of fairytales she and Henry had once believed in, but... “Are you mocking me now?” she demanded.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, love.”
“Then how do you know about the Ogre Wars? Did Fiona put you up to this? To test me or something?”
He blinked, looking genuinely confused now. “Who is Fiona?”
“The Mayor.”
He huffed in slight offense. “As if someone so important would even deign to visit a worthless old sea dog like myself.”
“Then why did you mention the Ogre Wars?” Emma demanded.
“I honestly don’t know, love.”
Emma was surprised to realize that she didn’t discern a lie in his statement. She’d never admit it to anyone out loud, for fear they’d think she was even madder than they already thought she was, but she had a spotless record for spotting lies in other people’s statements. And Killian Jones was undoubtedly speaking the truth when he told her he didn’t know why he’d said what he’d said.
“I rarely know what I’m saying anymore.” He sighed. “I’m mad, you see. Mad as a hatter. Crazy as a loon. That’s what they tell me, so it must be true.”
“What’s your diagnosis?”
He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Diagnosis? Oh, love. They don’t need anything as fancy as that to condemn a man to hell. It appears that being an inconvenience is sufficient enough to earn one such honors.”
“An inconvenience?” Emma questioned. “To who?”
Killian closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. “I don’t even know, love. I believe... I used to know, but where there was once knowledge, an answer to your question, perhaps... there’s now nothing. Emptiness. A black hole that grows blacker by the hour.”
Emma smirked. “That’s a bit melodramatic, don’t you think?”
“Perhaps. You’re probably right, Swan. Perhaps I am as mad as they say.”
A pair of nurses approached then, flanked by two burly orderlies. “Mr. Jones!” one of the nurses said sternly. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere. How did you get out of your room?”
“Centuries of practice,” Killian said simply.
The nurse shook her head, ignoring his words completely. “And what are you doing here, of all places? You already had dinner in your room.”
“I didn’t come for the food.” He frowned. “I came for... I wanted...” His frown grew as he tried to fill in the blanks of his own sentence. “There was something... missing... I need to find it. It’s important.”
“Well, whatever it is, you’ll have to look for it later, Mr. Jones.” The nurse nodded to the two orderlies, who each grabbed Killian by an arm and hauled him to his feet. “You’re late for your treatment now.”
Killian’s entire face paled. “No,” he said weakly.
“Come now,” the other nurse said, stepping forward as he spoke. “You need your treatments to help you think clearly.”
“No, no, no, no,” Killian said, shaking his head desperately. “They steal my thoughts. They take everything away and make it all black. I have to... There’s something I need to do. I have to... It’s important!”
Emma found herself getting to her feet. For all she knew, Killian Jones was a raving madman, one who clearly needed more help than she could even hope to understand. And yet... She didn’t like this. She didn’t like seeing him this way - scared and confused, desperately looking for help that wasn’t going to come. When one of the orderlies brought out a stun gun, she finally broke her silence. “Hey,” she said firmly. “He was calm just a second ago. There’s no need to hurt him. Just let him settle down.”
Killian’s eyes snapped to Emma’s and widened. “Emma,” he said breathlessly. “Emma, we need to go. We need to get out of here, before the blackness takes you, too. Please. You need to go! Find Henry. Take him with you. Get somewhere safe. Emma, please!”
“That’s enough of that,” the male nurse said, taking the stun gun from the orderly.
“You have to break the cur- AUGH!” The jolt of electricity from the stun gun obliterated the end of Killian’s plea, but Emma had heard enough. Killian slumped between the two orderlies, boneless and whimpering now, as they dragged him from the room for his ‘treatment’.
The male nurse left with Killian and the orderlies, but the female one stuck around. “I’m sorry you had to witness that, Miss Swan,” she said ruefully. “He’s a very troubled man, Mr. Jones.”
“What’s wrong with him?” Emma asked. She wasn’t even sure she needed an answer to that question, but she was curious what the nurse would say.
“What isn’t?” She smiled sympathetically, as if her non-answer should be enough to ease Emma’s mind. “Don’t worry about him. He’ll be feeling better as soon as he gets his treatment.”
“And what treatment is that?”
“You know I can’t discuss another patient’s treatment with you, Emma. Now finish eating. Your dinner hour’s almost up.” With that, the nurse headed out of the dining hall, following the same path the other staff members had gone with Killian in tow.
Emma slowly sat and looked down at her uneaten meal. Her appetite was gone. She wouldn’t be able to swallow a bite after what she’d just witnessed. She didn’t even understand why it had bothered her so profoundly... she just knew that it had.
“Electroshock.”
Emma looked up at the old man who had spoken from the next table over.
“That one’s always going into the electroshock room. First few times I saw him, he was screaming about curses and swans and black fairies. Now he just screams. They’ll keep at it until they’ve fried the madness out of his brain... along with whatever else is in there. Poor bastard.” The old man smiled sadly. “You’d be best off forgetting about him, dear. You’ll likely never see him again - and if you do, I doubt he’ll remember you at all.”
If the man’s words were intended to make her feel better, they utterly failed. Instead, they filled Emma with a profound sadness.
She didn’t know why, but being forgotten by Killian Jones suddenly felt like the worst possible thing that could ever happen to her.
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Curse of Undoings - Part 13
I must apologize that this chapter took a little longer to complete than planned as we’ve been busy packing and moving stuff to our new home. Moving isn’t fun at all and I’ve been so exhausted every night that I couldn’t look at a Word doc with out my eyes crossing!
But I finally managed to get it all completed and after some technical difficulties earlier tonight, I can finally post it! This conclusion does contain some flashbacks to earlier events as Emma has to confront her guilt so I have to add a little content warning (although most of the whump is of the angst variety). How will Killian react when he wakes? Will Fiona’s plan to destroy true love come to pass or will Emma decide to run?
Tagging my whump-loving friends @killian-whump, @castielamigos and @hookaroo for this last installment. Hope everyone enjoyed the ride as much as I enjoyed writing this! (I’ve found writing whump to be very good therapy for stress lately.)
Read from the beginning on AO3 or FF.net or here on Tumblr: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
A little over an hour later, before heading back to his office for his power nap, Dr. Whale checked in as his patient was moved into one of Storybrooke Hospital’s two Intensive Care rooms. Killian Jones was about as stable as they had expected post-op so the doctor gave his blessing for family to visit. At this late hour, he instructed his staff that Emma was welcome to stay the night if she wished but that all other guests could remain only until 10pm.
No one on the hospital staff could imagine the anguish that Emma was experiencing over what seemed like a simple act - showing support for her recuperating husband. Yesterday, she and Killian had exchanged wedding vows and now, merely a single day later, she was a heartbeat away from becoming a widow. But that thought scarcely scratched the surface of her emotion. None of these people knew what Emma had done while cursed. Most could barely recall anything that had happened during their cursed day, but Emma remembered too much – and her guilt ran deep. She was fully responsible for where Killian now lay. She may not have pulled the trigger, but she’d given herself fully to the false memories Fiona had forced upon her.
Why hadn’t she been strong enough to resist? Why didn’t she believe her own son? Henry had been trying to tell her the truth, but then so had Killian, and she’d dismissed them both. She wasn’t the one who’d fired the bullet into Killian’s chest, but she may as well have. What she’d done was unforgivable.
As the elevator doors parted on the third floor, Emma took a tentative step into the corridor, grateful that Henry was at her side. She couldn’t have done this alone. He’ll, she wasn’t even sure she was capable of facing her husband even with her son here providing support. Her knees were already shaking and the flock of butterflies that had taken up residence in her stomach had her ready to vomit - although she took a minute bit of comfort in the fact that Killian couldn’t tell her how much he hated her while he was comatose.
Her heart leapt into her throat as they made their way down the hall, getting closer to Killian’s room. Emma was certain that Henry could hear the wild thumping from inside her chest, but he’d never let her know if he did. Despite all of the horrible things she’d said to him, Henry had already forgiven her, giving her a glimmer of hope that Killian might forgive her too. Of course, she’d only assaulted her son with words. She’d done far worse things to her husband.
“Emma,” the nurse behind the desk greeted her with a warm smile. “Your husband is in the room on the left. We’ve tried to make him as comfortable as possible until he regains consciousness, but if you see anything you aren’t happy with, please let us know and we’ll see if we can make things better. I just want to let you know that he’s going to look a little pale and possibly a little swollen. They’re just typical side effects that will gradually return to normal as he recuperates. There’s a chair in the room that folds out into a little bed if you wish to stay here tonight, although we can’t promise that it won’t be a little noisy. Medical staff will be in and out all night checking on his recovery.”
“It’s fine,” Emma replied, trying hard to force a gracious smile onto her own lips. “I… I don’t know yet…”
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Curse of Undoings - Part 11
Emma’s off to battle the Black Fairy while an unconscious Killian battles for his life. That’s pretty much what this chapter focuses on but, to change the pace a bit, I gave this chapter a bit of a different flow since much of the action is taking place simultaneously. (Please excuse any inaccuracies with the OR scenes as it’s not my field of expertise so I gloss over a lot of the details. It’s more about setting up a dire situation than about being a medical drama.)
No major trigger warnings for this chapter but there are several rapid scene and POV changes. Tagging @killian-whump, @castielamigos and @hookaroo for this action packed chapter.
Read from the beginning on AO3 or FF.net or here on Tumblr: Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 Pt7 Pt8 Pt9 Pt10
Henry started to lose track of time as he sat behind the Admission desk waiting for his grandparents to arrive. He was cognizant enough to know that it hadn’t been too long since he’d arrived with Killian, but he truly had no idea if he’d been waiting ten minutes or sixty. When he finally spotted the Sheriff cruiser pulling up to the Emergency entrance, his spirits lifted a little. At least, for the first time today, he would have someone he could rely on to get him through it all.
“Where’s Killian Jones?” David demanded as the automated doors parted and he stomped purposefully into the Emergency ward with his wife following behind, shaking her head dismissively at her husband’s overly forceful behavior.
“David, this is a hospital,” Snow reminded him. “You really shouldn’t be shouting.”
“Mr. Jones was just taken up to the OR for surgery to remove the bullet,” nurse Cathy advised the Prince. “It’ll be a while before we know anything more, sir.”
“Alright,” David replied in a more muted tone as he got closer to the Admission desk. “Is my grandson around here somewhere?”
“I’m right here,” Henry said as he popped up out of his chair so David could see him behind the tall desk. “What took you guys so long?”
“Sorry, Henry,” Snow began. “David couldn’t find the keys to the car.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault that Emma moved them!” David snapped back in mock offense. “I thought they’d still be in her desk drawer, not hanging on a peg on the break room wall.” Snow gave her husband the of course, dear look, but didn’t question him further. “Anyway, how was Hook when you got here?”
“He was having a really hard time breathing,” Henry told them. “They thought the bullet hit his right lung and they said he’d lost a lot of blood, but I already knew that. He’d been bleeding pretty heavily from those cuts on his back and the stab wound in his shoulder even before Gideon shot him.”
“You think Gideon was really trying to shoot you?” David asked, although he was really wanting to learn more about Hook’s other wounds and how they’d originated.
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A random mini whump fic for wonderful @killian-whump <3
“I love you, Emma!“ Killian yelled as he ran at the Black Fairy, throwing a bean down at her feet and dragging the witch into the portal with him. Trapping Fiona in another realm was the only way to buy Emma time and he’d do anything for his Swan.
The collar felt like it weighed more and more with each step that he took. It had dug into his neck and collarbones since the moment it had been locked in place, but it never got any less painful or humiliating. He hated it, hated what his life had become, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate the decision he’d taken - it had been for Emma, to save her from the Black Fairy.
“Move faster!“ Fiona ordered, striking him across the back with her long, black whip, “At this rate, you’re no more use to me than the children!“
“You’re not to touch them.“ he snarled at her, “That’s the deal we made, remember? You’d leave them be and I’d work in their place.“
She rolled her eyes, “Our deal stands for as long as it benefits me.“ she sneered, “When you’re no longer of use, you’ll be cast aside.“
He sighed and continued on with his work in the mines, lugging waste materials out of the tunnels with the rickety wheelbarrow. As soon as he’d dumped it in a heap, he could feel the invisible chain tugging him back down into the depths. There was no escape for him during his work hours, the Black Fairy had ensured it.
Oooooooooooh, you know what I like...
I feel like me and @mathildia are having a birthday over here XD
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Something mini for you, @mathildia <3
“Did she ever do this to you?“ she murmured against his chest, leaning in and biting his nipple, delighting in his pained gasp. She looked up at him, admiring the way his toned arms were stretched to breaking point by the chains she’d bound him to the bed with, “Did she ever make you her captive?“
“She’s not twisted like you.“ he hissed in response.
“I think she would have enjoyed seeing you like this.“ she chuckled, running her hands over the lean body that was now hers to play with, “How couldn’t she? You’re as you were born to be - owned.“
“I don’t belong to you.“ he growled, fighting against the chains even as his exhausted muscles screamed in protest, “This was never part of our deal.“
“You brought me here to stop me, or to at least delay me. You then handed yourself to me as a distraction, you never mentioned a clause where this wasn’t involved.“ she pointed out with a smirk, “You’ll enjoy it you know, if you just let yourself give in to me.“
“I meant to work in the mines, not work for you like this.“ he argued in frustration.
“You didn’t specify.” she pointed out with a dark grin, “Now, let’s begin shall we? I have a full evening planned for you.“
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Curse of Undoing - Part 6
Time for a new chapter! We left off with Henry rescuing Killian from the torture chamber, but they’re far from being free. Killian’s hurt and Henry has few options to get help as nearly everyone he knows is either missing or cursed. Doesn’t make for an easy escape…
No major warning apply to this chapter but there are descriptions of Killian’s wounds and plenty of angst to go around.
You can revisit earlier chapters here on Tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 or read from the beginning on AO3 or FF.net
Tagging @killian-whump @hookaroo and @castielamigos Enjoy!
“Henry, how exactly is it that you know where this tunnel leads?” Killian asked with honest curiosity as he crouched, visibly uncomfortable, before what looked like a wooden panel covering up a large section of the far wall of the Town Hall’s boiler room.
“I spent a lot of time by myself around here,” Henry replied as he worked his fingers into the gap around the sides of the panel, prying it loose with a well-practiced ease. “Didn’t exactly have a lot of friends so I’d go off exploring anywhere I could around town, almost always searching for any little clues to prove that the book my teacher gave me was real.”
Killian nodded in acknowledgment of the lad’s response. He’d heard too many stories of how lonely Henry had been before finding Emma and it reminded him all too vividly of that loneliness and pain he’d felt after Liam, and later, Milah, were gone. He tried to hold the flashlight steady as the boy slid the panel to his left to reveal an entrance to a very dark hole.
“So, where does that lead?” Killian queried once again for clarification, shining the beam of light into the inky void. He was certain that Henry had told him once or twice already but his memory was fading as quickly as his energy, blood loss slowly sapping his strength. In truth, he didn’t really care where the passage led as long as it was away from this prison, to somewhere safe where his wounds could be treated and he could find warmer clothing. Blood from the numerous lacerations lashed across his back and his impaled shoulder was already soaking through the shirt borrowed from the unconscious guard causing the fabric to become uncomfortably plastered to the irritated skin. The guard’s black uniform trousers weren’t doing him any favors either. They were at least two sizes too big and even with the shirt tucked in and the belt cinched to the very last hole, they barely wanted to stay up over Killian’s narrow hips, but they would have to make do for now. Far worse was the fact that the guard’s boots were way too small so Killian wore only socks, which weren’t doing much to keep away the chill of the cold cement beneath his feet.
“It connects the Town Hall to the mines,” Henry reminded his stepfather as they scrambled through the opening in the concrete block wall. He carefully replaced the panel from inside the passageway that was lit only by the beam of his flashlight, reclaiming the light from Killian once the opening was sealed which allowed Killian to wrap his uninjured arm around the teenager’s shoulders. “Like those cells, I’ve never found out why this tunnel was built,” Henry explained as they set off in near-total darkness. “I don’t know what they were designed to be used for, but I used to hide out down here from time to time and I don’t think that either of my moms knows this tunnel exists so I highly doubt Fiona knows it’s here. I just wish we had some idea of what she wanted…”
“I may have an idea,” Killian replied with a grimace, his sock-covered feet not appreciating the unforgiving gravel and rocks strewn across the ground any more than the rest of his body had enjoyed his previous accommodations.
“What? How?” Henry wondered. Killian had been locked away and tortured in the dungeon. How would he have learned of the Black Fairy’s plans?
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Curse of Undoings - Part 5
I know it has been a few days since the last update but now that I’m back to my semi-normal routine after pulling something in my back a few weeks ago, I won’t be able to update this quite as quickly as the first few chapters. There’s still lots more story to tell and absolutely lots more whump to be had. This chapter is heavily focused on Henry but (spoiler alert) we’ll have plenty of Captain Cobra action coming. This chapter does contain some semi-graphic descriptions of injuries - nothing too clinical, but adding warnings to the squeamish.( although if you fall into that category, this probably isn’t the best fic for you.)
Tagging @killian-whump, @hookaroo and @castielamigos for the new update and you can read from the beginning here: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 or on AO3 and FF.net
Henry leaned his back against the cobweb strewn wall of the crawl space behind his mother’s office – well, what had been Regina’s office before the advent of the Black Fairy’s curse and his adoptive mom, along with so many others from town, vanished. For some unknown reason, Henry appeared to have been immune to Fiona’s curse. Maybe it had something to do with him being the Author or perhaps it was because he was, by blood, Fiona’s great-grandson, but either way, he’d not been subjected to the false memories plaguing his mother, Emma.
Having grown up playing in and around the Town Hall building, Henry knew all of the secret passages within its walls – including this narrow, dusty air vent that was adjacent to the office. Regina had discovered it long ago but Henry made the assumption that Fiona would be oblivious to the secreted space, being new to the town and the occupant of this office for less than a day. He’d come here straight from the park intending to spy on Fiona, ducking inside through the building’s rear entrance before climbing into the vent from its access point in the janitor’s closet.
He just didn’t expect to stumble upon a conversation between Fiona and Gideon, the pair discussing a prisoner being held downstairs. Henry hadn’t realized at first who they were talking about, but a few minutes later, he very quickly put two and two together when Emma strolled in to Fiona’s office. Henry couldn’t see the expression on her face, but Henry was horrified by the lust for vengeance resonating in his mother’s voice while bragging about questioning the prisoner about murders that never occurred. He was especially disturbed by her statement that she didn’t care if her questioning killed him first. What exactly had she already done to Killian? Worse yet, how could she harm someone she loved so much? Was the curse really so strong that it could destroy True Love?
Now Henry knew he had to find Killian. He knew that his stepfather was hidden away somewhere in this building, or more correctly under the building in the super creepy sub basement. If he could get Fiona to leave the office for five minutes, he knew where Regina kept a duplicate set of keys in her desk. He’d just need a distraction to get inside and grab the ring, preferably before his mother got done with lunch and before she discovered that he wasn’t at home like he’d promised. Nothing difficult about any of this…
Oh, gosh! This is really great, too! :D My poor pirate baby!!! <3 Bless!
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Curse of Undoings - part three
This third installment isn’t as heavy on the whump, although we do still have Killian in chains. There’s a huge clue given here about the Black Fairy’s plans and we learn that Killian isn’t the only one who still has his real memories. Might he have an ally out there?
Tagging @killian-whump @hookaroo @castielamigos for the update
With no way to know if it was day or night, Killian had no inclination of how much time had passed. He was aware that he’d blacked out from the pain at least once, but for how long? He knew he couldn’t actually sleep as it was impossible to find any comfortable position, which was likely part of the planned torture. Laying on his back wasn’t feasible with his skin ripped open and still seeping blood - and probably pus by now. His ribs ached if he tried to lay on his side and laying on his stomach was nearly as agonizing as being on his back when the heavy chain dragged across the raw flesh. Oh yes, this all had to have been the intent, furthering his agony. His throat was dry and scratchy as though he’d swallowed an entire desert but there was no relief in sight. He’d finally resigned himself to sitting upright, knees drawn up and tucked under his chin to give his aching head a place to rest.
He nearly jumped at the sound of the steel door being unlocked, squinting as it was pulled open, not even bothering to disguise his fear of what would await him next. A feminine form appeared in the doorway, but this was not Emma. This time, his unwelcome visitor was Fiona, the Black Fairy herself, attired in a sharp, tailored black pantsuit that in all appearances, was likely purloined from Regina’s closet. Her hair was coiffed into a tight, businesslike bun and had Killian been able to speak, he would have asked her if she were here to gloat. She seemed to sense the question anyway, responding with a mocking grin.
“Well, aren’t you just a pathetic sight, Captain?” she chuckled as she took a step inside the cell, careful not to get to close to any chains that might scuff her patent leather heels as she held her hands clasped demurely behind her back. “I see Emma did quite a number on you already and I’m sure there will be so much more to come. Such vitriol there…” She paused to have a laugh at the early results of her ministrations. “Oh, I know you’d love to tell me that your True Love will win out, but I wouldn’t be so confident of that if I were you. I may have outdone myself with the amount of loathing I instilled in your lovely bride…”
Killian shifted positions, straining against his multiple restraints while growling angrily at the mastermind of this curse.
“Isn’t heavy on the whump” she says, just before she proceeds to give me whumperflies with her excellently detailed description of Killian’s suffering and some lovely taunting...
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Curse of Undoings - part 2
I had this chapter already completed so I decided to go ahead and post it before the weekend. Things are going to escalate quickly here so again, fair warning is being provided as things are not going to be pleasant for Killian. I rated this M for a reason as this installment gets a bit more violent and I’m going to add trigger warnings for torture. Also on AO3 and FF.net (Part 1)
Tagging @killian-whump and @hookaroo for part 2. If anyone else would like to be tagged for updates, please let me know!
The interrogation room, in reality just another dingy prison cell with more shackles and chains, was two doors down from the cell Killian had been sequestered in. They appeared to be part of a subterranean complex of shadowy corridors, but Killian had no idea how far they might extend, nor would he be allowed to speculate as he was forcefully pushed inside the second room. Another man whose face Killian recognized, but whose name escaped him, was already present inside the narrow chamber but Emma hadn’t yet joined them.
As Gideon still held the taser against a patch of skin beneath the ragged hem of the tee-shirt Killian wore, the other man reached out to take hold of the padlock fastening the shackle around Killian’s wrist and yanked the prisoner into the center of the room where a series of rusting iron chains hung suspended from the ceiling. The anonymous man then took a step up onto a wooden stool positioned beside his feet and waited for Gideon to once again release the steel padlock. Once open, Killian’s wrist was dragged above his head and the u-shaped portion of the lock was passed through one of the links of a chain before being snapped securely closed. His prisoner now restrained to the chain, Gideon tucked away the stun gun and went to work getting Killian fully prepared for his interrogation. His assistant held another chain in place next to the prisoner as Gideon took hold of the open shackle that hung at the end of the second chain. The Deputy then wrapped his fingers around Killian’s bicep, forcing the pirate’s truncated arm into the air as he clasped the shackle around the widest part of Killian’s upper arm, making sure it was tight enough that the prisoner couldn’t pull free before snapping a padlock on this restraint.
Killian now found himself uncomfortably, and quite vulnerably, suspended from the ceiling, feeling a tug on the ankle shackle. He couldn’t quite see what his captors were doing but seconds later, as another shackle was snapped onto his left ankle, Killian gained a fair idea of what to prepare for, hearing more chains being dragged across the concrete. Soon, he found both legs restrained with cumbersome cuffs and tethers that left little room for movement, clearly meant to prevent him from kicking his interrogators and it became abundantly clear that the so-called interrogation would be little more than a torture session. But who would be the one administering the torture? Gideon? The Black Fairy herself? Emma?
This is really... nice :D
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Curse of Undoings - Part 1
So, I sat down a few days ago fully intending to finish the next chapter of my WIP, but when I put pen to paper, the muse had other ideas - some rather evil, whumpy ideas that resulted in this. Essentially, the thought popped into my head to have a cursed Emma torture Killian so I decided to set it as part of the Black Fairy’s maniacal plans. Keep in mind that the Emma we first encounter here is cursed to do Fiona’s bidding as she heads toward the final battle, and she absolutely should rub some the wrong way. While this is at heart a CS story, it is definitely not going to be an easy road so I’m giving fair warning to anyone not looking for a very bumpy, whumpy ride.
This opening chapter is pretty tame, but I rated it M on both FF.net and AO3 due to some intense scenes that will be coming in future installments. I’m going to give trigger warnings for physical torture here but at the same time, tag a couple of my fellow whumpers - @hookaroo and @killian-whump who I know will appreciate where this tale is going to go.
It seemed that so much more time had passed than the scant hours since he’d experienced the happiest moment in his several centuries. Mere hours ago, he’d voiced his vows, committing himself to his new bride and then they’d sung and danced in pure bliss, surrounded by family and friends until…
Dark, imposing clouds of pure evil descended upon them, filling minds with the uncertainty of where the Black Fairy’s curse might land them. No one knew her plan or her motives except that she intended to enact the final battle, whatever that would entail. So, he’d drawn his wife in closer to his chest as the darkness enveloped them, fearing this may be the last time he would feel the warmth of her body against his. And then all went black.
As he awoke, Killian Jones really wasn’t overly surprised to find himself imprisoned, chained to the floor of some dingy, dank concrete-block dungeon. A heavy iron shackle weighed down his right ankle which he could see in the dim light was padlocked to a length of equally heavy chain that ended at a steel ring embedded in the cement floor. A similar shackle encircled his wrist, the tethers long enough to allow movement within his prison cell – from the lumpy cot he lay on that stank of mildew, dust and assorted unmentionable odors to the latrine hole cut into the floor. The chains weren’t quite long enough to reach the door of the windowless prison, not that he felt escape would be possible.
Upon awakening, he’d discovered himself to be clothed only in a pair of black boxer briefs and a thin white cotton tee-shirt. He’d been supplied with a scratchy wool blanket that wasn’t much thicker than the shirt he was wearing and was scarcely large enough to cover half the length of his body. It certainly did nothing to offset the chill of the concrete cell, not that his comfort would be at the forefront of his captor’s mind. Most troublesome to him though was the discovery that his brace and hook had been stripped from him, leaving him feeling more naked than his lack of clothing.
So this was what that infernal fairy had in mind for him? Imprisoned, chained down like some rabid animal, but for what purpose? Did she intend for him to wither and die here while Emma hunted for him? Was Emma locked away in a similar cell? There was no sign of nourishment or water being provided, although he still had no confirmation of exactly how long he’d been imprisoned at this point.
He squeezed his eyes closed, needing to picture his wife’s golden tresses and beaming smile, trying not to think of what torrid fate may have befallen his beloved. Would she awaken to a sight as dismal as his? Was she nearby or had they once again been torn away to separate realms?
“I love you, Swan,” he whispered as a tear rolled across his cheek, falling onto the filthy mattress. “We will find each other again…”
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