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366 Days of Captain Swan [279/366]
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Memories Revealed (10/?)
Note: It’s been more than a year and I’ve come to update this fic lololol Anyways, this chapter was supposed to be the continuation of the plot that started in the previous ones, you know, with Killian realizing Rumpelstiltskin had first assaulted him long before the first Curse happened… but inspiration struck differently! *shrugs* In any case I know most of y'all are here for the non-con stuff so like, ignore the plot that’s been set up and just focus on this current chapter, hope you enjoy, bye
@killian-whump’s original piece is here, and you can read my additions from the beginning here.
Warnings: Rape, memory wipe, humiliation. Make sure to read all the tags on AO3 in case I’ve forgotten to mention anything.
Tagging @sherlockianwhovian, @hookaroo, @hollyethecurious, @mathildia and @kingofmyheart14. It’s been a whole year so if you want to be tagged/untagged, hit me up!
Word count: ~4.1k
~ Set in 6x20
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Killian had to admit, though he’d been cautious with Emma making changes in the Jolly Roger, the magically installed bathroom did wonders, giving him the luxury of a modern shower in the comfort of his ship.
It would be very useful, he thought, for their honeymoon. They could sail for days and visit any place they wanted without any worries.
He smiled, entering his captain’s quarters and looking at his new suit. He was finally marrying Emma Swan, their officially shared life would start in just a couple of hours. He was only with a towel around his hips, but he thought propriety could take a break - it was his wedding day after all - so he threw himself on the bed, sighing happily and letting himself daydream for a bit.
He’d been considering Emma’s family his as well for some time now, and papers wouldn’t mean as much to him as the fact that her family was now reciprocating that feeling. Henry, and David, and Snow, even Regina… he could be part of it all, family dinners and gatherings and everything, without feeling an outsider ever again.
He welcomed the probably really stupid grin on his face and jumped up from the bed, looking at his suit. Then suddenly, he was looking at the form of Rumpelstiltskin, having transported himself into the cabin, right in front of Killian.
Killian simply huffed; he wasn’t minding being seen naked, even by Gold, but it was a vulnerability he’d rather avoid in his presence.
“If you wanted a sight of that, Crocodile, all you had to do was ask,” Killian mocked him.
Gold didn’t reply, though a small smile appeared on his lips. He just stood there, casually holding his hands together.
“You’re just gonna stand there and watch me get dressed?”
“A wedding. What a special moment in someone’s life,” Gold said, turning slightly to look at Killian’s suit.
“How would you know? You mistreated both your wives,” Killian said, setting his shoulders straight.
Gold’s exhale was audible as he scowled back at him. Killian knew this wasn’t a good time to provoke the Dark One, but he just couldn’t care less. Gold had every opportunity to kill him all this time he’d been plotting against them, why would he wait until now to do it?
Instead, Gold simply looked him up and down.
“What do you want?” Killian said.
“I want you to take that thing off.”
Killian blinked in surprise. “What?”
“I want you to take off that towel. Didn’t you say that if I wanted a sight of you, I just had to ask?”
“Get the hell out of here. Now.” He took two steps toward him, balling his fist on his side. “Get out!”
Gold simply scrunched his eyebrows, his smile not falling. “You’re not giving clear messages, captain.” He tsked. “Am I allowed to ask for it or not?”
“I said, get out!”
“Calm down, now. It’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life.”
Killian chuckled. “Nothing you could do would sully this day.”
Gold moved fast, wrapping his hand around Killian’s neck, just barely making his breathing harder. Killian grabbed his arm, to no avail.
“You of all people should know better than to say things like that. I could just kill you, right now.”
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Read the rest on AO3.
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“Killian, I’’m sorry. This is the only way.”
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Worth the Screams: Whumpetition Prompt Fic (3/25)
Whumpetition Prompt Fic (3/25): You Can Scream All You Want
Whumpee: Killian Jones
Content Warnings: Whangst, Captain Gothel, poisoned heart, unwelcomed advances, magical restraint.
Worth the Screams
“You can scream all you like,” Gothel’s voice grated from behind him. “She can no longer hear your call.”
Killian spun around, drawing his sword as he faced down the witch. “What are you doing here?” He snarled. His voice broke slightly over the dry, ravages of his throat, made raw from the countless hours he’d stood yelling out Alice’s name. He prayed she could hear him from the distance he was forced to keep due to his poisoned heart.
They’d discovered that particular effect of the poison within the first few days. Each time they interacted, they were forced to do so from a greater expanse than the time before. His heart would constrict within an invisible vice while the pierce of a hundred phantom knives stabbed him from green glowing depths of his chest, keeping him from treading any closer to his starfish. When he became barred from the tower altogether, they began passing notes to one another via basket and pulley, but it wasn’t long before even approaching the basket proved impossible. They settled for shouted conversations after that. Words, assisted by the breeze, could still be traded with one another, only now it seemed the distance had become too great for even the winds to carry his cries.
All because of the odious woman standing before him now.
“I asked you a question, witch,” Killian snapped. “What do you want?”
Ooooh, wonderful!! :D Love me some Captain Gothel! :D
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A Captain’s Heart (25 of 33?)
Rated T for language and graphic descriptions of injuries.
Also on FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12937105/1/A-Captain-s-Heart
Tagging @therooksshiningknight & @killian-whump by request :)
Something had awakened Killian from his less-than-restful slumber, and it took him a long moment to work out what it was. As he blinked up at the sky above, his eyes were automatically drawn toward approaching movement.
“Bloody hell.” He pushed himself stiffly - but successfully - up onto his knees. “Marvel. How did you get up here?”
The human ship climbed the stairs, carrying the blanket off of his bunk and looking both self-satisfied and annoyed. Killian launched himself at the wheel and managed to grab on despite screams of protest from his wrist.
“I figured out how to magically transport myself.” She slowed, watching as he pulled himself to his feet with a snarl of pain.
“That’s impossible,” he wheezed. “Eris said-”
“One cannot use magic to reach the island. Apparently, short distances are allowed.”
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the thumb stroke, the slow kiss (◡‿◡✿)
Source: briannasroger
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The Deckhand and the Dagger
CHAPTER 13: THE KRAKEN
Summary: An evil kraken has attacked our deckhand, the fight and its aftermath threaten to tear the lovers apart.
Hook tightens his choking grip and slowly backs out of the icy water, his arm is shaking with cold and effort to lift the huge animal and asphyxiate it simultaneously; his eyes remain locked on Jones every second searching for signs of life. The deckhand’s head lolls from side to side, his arms and legs hang listlessly like a doll as the creatures tentacles coil and cinch around his waist and jerk him about, using his body like a shield to protect its grotesque shape from a frontal attack.
Hook is furious and roars again at the gigantic kraken, ‘Let him go or I swear by all the Gods, I will tear you limb from limb!’ The beast squeals in pain, its free tentacles flail in the air slapping at Jones’ face and torso as Hook looks on in horror, ’stop it, STOP!!’ He screams and clenches his fist.
The demon begins emitting a garbled noise that sounds something like language, and suddenly Hook can hear it speak in his mind; its voice a grating screech that causes him to grimace and screw up his face with loathing.
‘Your desire to DEsTROY me will FAIL this day Dark One, as will your fecKLESS mission,’ it wails evilly.
‘Why are you here in this place!! Jones has caused you no harm, release him and take me instead,’ Hook shouts, ‘I vow that I will not fight you!’
‘I do not WANT you! I am driven by the darKNESS as are you my VENGEFUL friend, and I would have you BRoKEN and ruined and cripPLED by loss; the seeds of MADNESS sown once again. I will not murder your LOVER outright, but I will TAKE him from you nonetheless,’ it cackles insanely then rotates to expose the maw at its center.
A massive black beak protrudes from its slick cylindrical siphon, it opens its jaws and bites down on the deckhand’s shoulder slicing deeply through the muscle and bone. Ink spews out in a cloud of black, soaking Jones’ body, then the monster rears back and flings him like a bullet toward Hook.
In Which... Rogers takes one step forward and two steps back
Another chapter of my fic involving Detective Rogers, a dungeon, Eloise Gardener... and lots of chapters “in which” things happen.
No specific warnings on this one, as there’s no content that should be inherently disturbing to anyone. I’ll warn you beforehand if there ever is.
It was sometime after Eloise Gardener's visit that Rogers decided to dismantle his prosthetic. He'd been unable to get a solid grip high enough on its forearm casing to pull the whole thing free from the strong suction that held it in place normally - but he was fairly sure he could break the wrist joint and detach the hand portion entirely. Of course, doing so blindly without causing any lasting damage to the hand or the sensitive electronic components used to connect it to the casing on his arm was another matter entirely.
Still, as much as he loathed the thought of possibly having to replace the damn thing, the knowledge that Eloise seemed to be capable of some sort of voodoo vine magic he still couldn't wrap his head around was enough to convince him that the high price (quite literally, in this case) might be worth it. Admittedly, it was a judgement call on what would be more useful to him - a freed left arm without a hand or a restrained arm with a functioning hand - but considering he suspected the charge in that hand was going to run out on him at any minute, the former was starting to look more and more appealing.
And at the very least, it gave him something to do and kept his mind off of Eloise and the excruciating pain in his jaw from wearing a ball gag so long.
He had no way of knowing how much time passed as he worked on his task, but when his left hand finally broke free, the handcuff on his left wrist fell uselessly away. A quick twist and tug on the casing just under his elbow freed him from that, as well, and he allowed himself a sigh of relief as he rubbed at the sore skin it revealed. His prosthetic was comfortable enough for a long day at the precinct and doing whatever else his life entailed, but it wasn't meant to be worn without any breaks for as long as he'd been wearing it.
Now, of course, he had nothing to distract him from his plight any longer. It was just him, the unyielding darkness behind his blindfold... and the knowledge that Eloise would eventually return, and that he probably wouldn't like whatever she had in mind for him.
He passed the time by sleeping and imagining all the different scenarios he could come up with that might lead to his escape. He also hummed a little, softly to himself, just to break the silence of the cavern. Classical music at first (he'd never really been one for the modern stuff), then some songs he remembered from his childhood. He could never remember where he’d actually heard them in his youth, as wretched as that time in his life was, but the memory of the songs themselves refused to ever leave him.
Of course, he fell silent the moment he heard the grating sound of the metal door of his prison opening. Holding his breath, he prayed it might be Weaver coming to his rescue... or maybe even Roni (why on Earth would it be Roni?) or Tilly (which seemed even sillier, somehow).
But alas...
Frozen Captain Swan kiss in 6x20 “The Song in Your Heart”
Before she offers her heart to the Black Fairy in exchange for her family’s lives, Emma kisses a frozen Killian goodbye. Shortly after these caps were taken, bells and whistles went off, a flurry of confetti was released... and Colin O’Donoghue won the Mannequin Challenge trophy for 2017.
Screencaps from genrecaps.net, brightened by me.
Caught and frozen in episode 6x20 “The Song in Your Heart”
Killian takes out Rumple for the Final Battle, figuring that’s one less person for Emma to have to defend herself against... but doing so gets him caught by the Black Fairy. He’s then frozen in time itself, along with the rest of Emma’s family, and teleported to the Mayor’s Office. Emma ends up reversing the spell and unfreezing them all with the power of song.
Screencaps from genrecaps.net, brightened by me.
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Emma saying goodbye to Killian 💔
Or Sleep with the Fishes (complete, 30 chapters) by ListerOfTardis
Author’s Summary: After centuries of poor treatment of Smee, Killian is determined to make amends. But the process is more difficult and painful than he originally expects. Takes place after Season 6, with plenty of flashbacks to pre-Curse Hook and crew.
My Comments: This is sooooooooooooooo good, guys. Like, seriously. I love the characterization of freaking everybody, the deeper exploration of Smee and Hook’s relationship, the flashbacks of both Hook’s cruelty and his loyalty to his crew, Paaaaaaaan and his taunting and using of Hook... Oh my goodness. AND THE WHUMP. All of this great storytelling is laced with absolutely delightful whump - lots of swashbuckling injuries and painful recuperation from the loss of his hand in the flashbacks - and a luxuriously long recovery, complete with hospital visits and plenty of setbacks and complications in the present. And then there’s even a villainous wizard and present day hijinks and adventures and horribly inventive ways to torture our favorite pirate and... Whew! Definitely give it a read, you will not regret it! :D
Please Note: Sexual activity (with dubious or non-existent consent on Killian’s part) between Pan and Hook is hinted at in this story, without ever being explicitly stated or described in any kind of detail.
Please remember to like/bookmark/reblog the author’s story if you enjoy it!
Frozen for the big fight in episode 6x11 “Tougher Than the Rest”
As soon as Emma returns from the Wish Realm, Gideon springs his attack on her. When Hook and the others come running to her aid, he freezes them in place - forcing them all to stand there and watch as he tries to kill Emma. Thankfully, he fails in doing so, and a relieved (but still shaken) Killian races to Emma’s side and embraces her.
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My Dear Old Rum
Note: a litte one-shot before I continue Deep down into the cave that will be in 3 or 4 part (the more you give review, the quicker I will write ^^) Other than that, I let you enjoy this one! Thanks @killian-whump for the Beta! PS: in this story, Rumple is with Cora. It’s using season 2 context.
He took the glass offered by Rumple and started to drink the rum with a smoldering smile. Killian knew the crocodile was boiling inside but Cora was here and Gold couldn’t do anything against the pirate. He couldn’t kill Killian as long as Cora was in Storybrooke; he wouldn’t risk losing her love found weeks ago. After all, it had been a good thing to stumble onto her a few hours ago, Killian thought.
I was happy to help, my precious coconut-san!! <3
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A Tall Tail, part 1: Transformation
So my mermaid!Killian idea kind of consumed me today. Sorry for the awful pun in the title—I kind of suck at them. But here’s the first part.
Thanks to kat2609 and mryddinwilt for their encouragement!!!
It wasn’t uncommon to hear of a mermaid falling for a human. A lucky few were able to find a way to be with their loves, though far more stories ended in tragedy.
But a merman? They were rarely known for even coming to the surface, let alone interacting with its inhabitants.
It happened once, though. A merman with dark hair and eyes the colour of the ocean caught sight of a woman who also had the sea in her eyes, and it was love at first sight.
He made a deal with a sea witch, who granted him the ability to walk on land…but only for 15 years. He intended to make the most of them though, and immediately found the woman and asked for her hand.
They lived in bliss, and welcomed two sons into the world who also had the ocean in their eyes. Their seaside home was full of love and happiness.
All too soon, though, the 15 years were up, and the merman was called back to the sea. He begged the witch to give him more time with his family. She heard his pleas and presented him a knife; if he could kill his wife, he could stay with his sons. Otherwise, he would perish.
With a heavy heart, he went home to spend his final evening with his family. Once the morning arrived, he disappeared into the sea, never to be seen or heard from again, leaving his wife and sons heartbroken.
The sea witch, in disguise, told the family that he was a fugitive and ran away to escape the law. The family never learned of his deal, his fate…or even his past.
“Have a nice swim, Captain.”
The sea witch’s words jarred him from unconsciousness, but they were the last thing he heard before he felt the cold smack of the water.
And it hurt. Bloody hell, did it hurt. He must have landed feet-first, because he felt the full sting of the impact in his legs.
What a cruel irony, he thought; I’ve spent my whole life surviving on the sea, and the sea is where I shall perish. It was probably a fitting end for the pirate captain, but Killian had so much he wanted to live for now.
He wanted to fight the water that was slowly encroaching on his lungs, burning, but the pain in his lower half was too much to bear. So he slowly sunk down into the grey depths of the harbor, waiting for Davy Jones to claim him.
He conjured the image of Emma in his mind, hoping beyond hope that he could spend his last moments thinking on the woman who had become his light. He’d never be able to tell her just how much she meant to him, but maybe if he focused on her, it would ease the pain of dying.
Slowly, the agony in his legs went away, and the burning in his lungs ceased. This is it. I love you, Emma.
Until he realized he was breathing.
Underwater.
Okay, children! Gather here and sit down for storytime!
Mind you, this isn’t the usual fare one would expect here, but I do have a transformation tag and I might as well use it, no? Besides, I pride myself on fulfilling all of my followers’ unusual Killian-related interests, and if a little mermaid action doesn’t fit that bill, well, I don’t know what does.
There’s also some pain in the bit above, from Ursula’s attack, and the expected confusion, alarm and perils that come with, you know, becoming a mermaid and not having legs anymore. Killian also gets cursed in later chapters, and has other mis-adventures along the way.
All-in-all, a good story that’s well-worth a read :)
