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Once Upon a Time S07E02 ↳ RFW's Favorite OUAT Whump Moments (✚)
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Wicked Games
Rated: T
Words: 6.1k
Summary: A little “what if” fic, in which Pan decides to be a bit meaner to poor Killian when they’re searching for Henry.
A/N: Dedicated to @cosette141, without whom this fic would have languished in my WIPs folder forever.
Don’t try to look for anything resembling a plot in this little fic lol It’s really just self-indulgent whump and h/c. Just enjoy it for what it is.
Wicked Games
It happened quickly. He’d crept away for just a moment, needing to settle his thoughts and his traitorous body. Emma Swan was a dangerous temptation, and the memory of her taste, of her touch - the demanding way she’d pressed her lips to his, the possessive tug of her hands on his lapels, the way she breathed into his mouth for a moment afterwards as though reluctant to pull away - it was going to drive him insane if he wasn’t careful. But stealing away from the group left Hook vulnerable, and he should have known better. Because in a moment, there’s a small hand around his elbow and before he can shrug it off, he’s transported to another area of the island. Not far; he recognizes it immediately, but with the knowledge of where he is comes a horrible feeling of dread. There’s a mass of dreamshade behind Pan, and Hook knows he’s just shown everything on his face before he could lock it all away because Pan is grinning at him.
“Ah yes, this is your biggest fear, isn’t it?” Pan asks, “The dreamshade?” He cocks his head and walks forward, invading Hook’s space the way he always does. “It would be such a sad but fitting end for your story, wouldn’t it? After all, this is where it all began. This is where the pirate Captain Jones was made.”
Hook grits his teeth, but Pan’s not wrong. His days of piracy did begin here, born of grief and pain he had quickly twisted into anger and spite, his confidence in his decision to break free of the shackles that was the king’s orders bolstered by the immediate agreement from what had been his brother’s crew.
“But let’s talk about Emma Swan for a moment.”
In the past, Hook would have snapped at Pan, told him not to even talk about Emma, but he’s learned his lesson since then. It’s easier to simply let him talk. Let him tease and mock and twist the metaphorical knife all he likes, trying to get a response from Hook; he won’t succeed. Hook’s just thankful it’s only words he’s wielding today and not a literal knife.
“I know you have feelings for her.”
The hell would you know, you little bastard.
Anonymous asked:
saw the new post on the defribillator tag. gosh ouat really missed out on having absolutely no hospital!killian scenes when him and emma are already as close and in love and they are. the things i can conjure up in my mind....... GOSH i need more fics with hospitals. i mean, most fics in ur hospital ward tags are good but they mostly take place during s3 to s4 :( – ODC (official defribillator correspondent)
I thought you’d enjoy that post, ODC! I reblogged it just for you :D
I like the hospital scene in season 2, because Colin makes some excellent pain faces in that scene, but that’s really the only one - and they’re not together yet, so it lacks all the couple-drama there would’ve been if it happened later.
AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THIS SHIT
EMMA SWAN, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS
Oh, and I also can’t believe they never gave a defibrillator scene for you in Season 7. I mean, the WHOLE THING with Wish Hook was his poisoned heart and his heart pain and essentially heart attacks. Why they gotta do us all so dirty and never do a hospital scene OR a defib scene?! Wish Hook himself was practically THROWING himself into the hospital, and the writers were like, “Okay, but we don’t have to actually SHOW him in there” XD
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The Recreant - Part Three
Here’s the next chapter where Emma is finally back home so yes - this one brings on the angst. This also delves into the first of a couple of slightly controversial topics as the mystery that led to the attack deepens.
7:01pm
Situated on the third floor, Storybrooke Hospital’s tiny Intensive Care Unit was just steps away from the elevator. Designed for the care of no more than four patients needing special care and round the clock monitoring, the unit had its own dedicated nursing staff and even its own operating room. While it didn’t see a lot of traffic - even with the town’s isolation and often torrid developments - it was a necessity in a magical town where it wasn’t exactly possible to airlift patients to another facility. They’d had to adapt to take care of their own and currently, Killian was the only patient they were tending to. He’d come out of surgery only a few minutes earlier so the team was scurrying about, darting in and out of the doorway off to the left of the nurse’s station that was positioned in the middle of the floor, right in front of the elevator doors as they parted for Emma.
Her heart was heavy with uncertainty and she was both physically and mentally tired as she glanced around for Dr. Whale, tempted to poke her head into the room she knew her husband occupied, but she resisted – for now. She’d spoken to the doctor not fifteen minutes ago and he’d implored her to meet him as soon as possible, again not really getting into a lot of detail. Just the mention of the words “Intensive Care” gave her chills and she wasn’t feeling any less uneasy as she stood here now, slightly nauseated by the overwhelming scent of disinfectant in the air, even as she caught sight of Dr. Whale strolling toward her.
“Emma,” he greeted her while tugging off a pale blue surgical cap and tossing it into a bin labeled soiled linens. “Why don’t we talk over here?” He directed her toward an almost claustrophobic waiting room off to the right of the elevator which was spartanly furnished with only a battered black leather sofa and a scarred wooden armchair that appeared to have been borrowed from someone’s office (sometime back in the mid-1990’s maybe).
She nodded, moving slowly and apprehensively as she awaited Whale’s assessment of her husband’s injuries. She lowered herself onto the sofa and steeled her composure, finally looking up at Whale to make eye contact as he sat down in the chair across from her. If she hadn’t already been so upset, she might have been distracted by his ridiculous spiky platinum hair, but she fought to remind herself that she was here for his medical expertise, not for a fashion lecture.
“Okay,” she began, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for all that he would have to say. “You wouldn’t really tell me anything over the phone. I know this must be bad or you wouldn’t be so evasive.”
“I wasn’t intending to be evasive,” Whale replied sincerely. “I simply intended to have this conversation in person and in private.”
“Then be honest with me – how serious is this?” Her question was blunt, but that was not unexpected.
Awww... My poor baby <3 At least he got some healing in this chapter...
Also, I love the universal need in OUAT whump fics to come up with plausible reasons why Emma can’t just wave the injuries away. These reasons here sound totally plausible, but I still spent the whole chapter like, “I SEE YOU OVER THERE PROLONGING HIS RECOVERY” ... and I completely support and appreciate it XD
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Captain Swan!
Hello, my love! Thank you for the pairing. I know you’ve had some bad news today so here’s a little bit of angsty-ish hospital Captain Swan for you!
Cracks.Emma Swan/Killian Jones.196 words.
“Killian–” Fat tears roll down her cheeks and he aches to wipe them away. He doesn’t deserve them. He doesn’t deserve her. It had been a mistake to go after the Hydra on his own, and yet, foolishly, he’d gone anyway. Stupid.
He’d reach for her if it weren’t for the damned sling cradling his once good arm tight to his body and the deep throb from his protesting ribs. He’d broken six in the fall, apparently.
“I’m fine, Love,” The smile he offers falls into a grimace as the thin hospital mattress shifts under his weight, sending pain shooting up his spine. It does nothing to convince her of his lie. Emma has always been able to read him, even after he’d convinced himself that no one would ever try. “I’m a survivor.”
“Don’t start with that shit, Killian. Not now.” She’s furious, eyes wet and face stained and he loves her a little bit more than he ever thought he could. Despite everything, she’s here. He’s here. They’re here. And that’s enough. Her hands shake as they hover over his injured chest. The ethereal glow of her magic sputters before slowly hazing into existence.
Left Unsaid (complete, one-shot) by Iverna / @winterbythesea
Author Summary: Set in an AU in which Pan succeeded in turning Storybrooke into his new Neverland. When he captures Hook and Neal, Emma is determined to rescue them, but Pan is nothing if not devious. Shamelessly inspired by Firefly, though you absolutely don’t need to have watched that to read this. Killian takes a bit of a beating in this one (hence the rating, to be safe), but there is pay-off!
My Comments: Umm. How did I miss this one?!?! It’s great!! Go read it!!!
Please remember to like/bookmark/reblog the author’s story if you enjoy it!
This isn’t a call-out post for any particular character or segment of the Once fandom, because honestly, it happens in ALL corners of the fandom.
I always see people talking about how this-or-that character never got their comeuppance for this-or-that bad thing they did. Or how this-or-that atrocity was never addressed by the other characters. Or if so-and-so knew that other-so-and-so had done this-or-that, they’d never forgive them. How so-and-so shouldn’t be considered a hero, because their good deeds don’t out-weigh the bad. How so-and-so doesn’t deserve a happy ending... etc, etc.
And believe me, I get it when it comes to wrongs delivered on your faves that you feel were brushed under the rug or ignored. After all, I run a blog about all the wrongs done to Killian Jones throughout the series - most of which were never properly addressed OR atoned for. I get it.
Here we see the literal wiping away of immeasurable trauma
But for better or worse, like it or not, the theme of the show is forgiveness. The whole IDEA, that they keep hammering home like nobody’s business, is that it doesn’t matter what sins, atrocities, horrors or wrongs you’ve committed in the past - if you’re doing your best and trying to be a better person (often, even if/when you’re massively failing at it)... The people who care about you will forgive and forget those affronts, and choose to see the very best in you.
Ignoring someone’s past, sweeping their wrong-doings under the rug, forgiving impossibly horrid deeds, giving someone their umpteenth second chance, labeling someone a “hero” for one good deed and ignoring all their shitty ones, NOT holding someone accountable for their former (or even current) sins, not caring or even needing to know that someone’s done something horrible in the past... That’s literally the theme of the show, guys.
And like I said before, I get it. It’s fun to point at your battered and bruised fave and go, “Look how they’ve suffered! And no one cares!!! T_T” and it’s fun to explore their trauma and their suffering further than the show portrayed it. It’s even fun to point at the characters who wronged them and publicly shame them all (insert plug for my whumpers page). But if you’re doing it to the point that you’re using these things to vilify other characters, malign the show’s writing, or get yourself into a frothy, salty state... You might want to take a step back and remind yourself that the very things you’re complaining about are literally the theme of the show itself.
It’s like going into a circus tent and then complaining about how everything’s so circus-like in there. Yeah, Janet, it is - that’s the idea.
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Anonymous asked:
in need of whump, please will you give us some injured killian on the ship? maybe lieutenant duckling if you want?
Some short whump for you, anon :D
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“Bring him in here and put him down carefully.“ Smee instructed, clearing the long table in the galley to make room for the men to place down their Lieutenant. They’d been set upon by an enemy ship and although they’d gotten away, a number of men had still been injured. One of those men was Lieutenant Killian Jones, Princess Emma’s betrothed.
“The King is going to have our heads for this.“ one muttered as he helped placed the unconscious man down, a grimace on his face as he took in the man’s wounds, “We were supposed to protect him and now look.“
“The King? More like the Princess.“ another sighed, eagerly stepping away from the scene as Smee got to work.
“Clear the room.“ Smee ordered, unable to work efficiently with so many prying eyes. When he was finally alone with his patient, he hurried to work to stabilize the man.
“Killian? Killian, can you hear me?“ he called, relieved when he received a groan from his patient, “You’re going to be alright, just keep breathing for me, okay?“
“Bloody hell.“ the Lieutenant coughed, a trail of blood leaving his lips. His eyes flickered open and went wide when he saw the sword sticking up out of his gut, “No, no, no…“
“Focus on me, aye?“ Smee said, leaning over him to get his attention, “I’m going to get you sorted so you’re no longer in immediate danger. You’re going to be uncomfortable for a few days, but we all know Princess Emma will heal you upon our return.“
“You need…to tell Emma…“ Killian slurred, his eyelids beginning to droop as blood loss began to make itself known, “Tell her…“
“No, you’re going to be able to tell her yourself.“ Smee insisted, taking his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Just hang on a little longer.“
The Lieutenant nodded, his grip weak as he returned Smee’s squeeze.
Smee immediately got to work, apologizing profusely along the way as he caused Killian more pain in order to deal with his wound. He removed the sword carefully and stitched the hole in Killian’s torso as best he could. He knew it wouldn’t solve the internal damage, but they were just days away from docking in the kingdom so it would suffice.
“How do you feel?“ he asked once he was done packing and bandaging, studying his patients pale face.
“Like I’ve been stabbed with a bloody great sword.“ the Lieutenant replied dryly.
Smee shook his head in amusement, “You’ll live if you’re able to make jokes.“
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“Where is he?“ Emma demanded as she climbed aboard the ship. She’d been in a state of panic since she’d first received the note reporting Killian’s injuries.
“Down below, Your Highness.“ one of the men replied, pointing her in the right direction but not daring to get in the way of her hurried movements.
“Swan.“ Killian croaked with a smile when he saw his Princess in the doorway, “You’re here.“
“What the hell happened to staying out of the way if there was a fight?“ she said, but her tone was gentle as she approached him and rested her hand on his forehead, “Goodness, you’re hot.“
“The wound is infected, despite my best attempts to prevent it.“ Smee spoke up from his small desk in the corner of the cabin, “You’ve caught him in a moment of lucidity.“
Emma sighed and raised her hand, using her magic to heal her love and remove any trace of his previous wounds, “You need to stay with me, no more putting yourself on the line.“
“Aye.“ Killian agreed, sitting up and pulling her close, “No more risks.“
*hearts and staaaaars*
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Whumpetition / @badthingshappenbingo prompt #4: sadistic choice (sequel to Buried Alive)
(All these whumplets are also in a collection on FF )
Liam sent Milah ahead of him, to prepare the back apartment and find bandages. He didn’t trust any of the crew from above. Anyone who thought it wise to bring a child into the underworld was not someone Liam would assume had good judgement. He assessed the damage briefly. Killian’s shoulder was dislocated badly, to start. It would need to be set but he couldn’t do it on his own while Killian was unresponsive. There was so much, so much to patch up. He shook his head. Better to get Killian over his shoulders now while it couldn’t hurt him then to hesitate and make him take the trek back conscious, He made it halfway back to the bar when David came jogging up, his face terse in a way that indicated bad news.
He slowed when he saw Liam, “You got him?”
“Aye.” Liam nodded, not slowing. “The boy?”
David shook his head, jaw clenching. “He wasn’t at the bar. He might have wandered off but-”
Liam shook his head. “This is no place for a child.”
“This is no place for any of us-” David started and Liam stiffened, tightening his grip on Killian.
“Then why are you here?”
“For Emma. And…” David sighed, glancing up at Killian’s limp form. “Maybe he’s grown on me a little.”
“You intend to take him with you?”
“That’s why we’re here.”
“And you have no plan for getting him out of here-”
“We’re doing the best we can.” David retorted, his tone defensive and Liam scoffed.
“The best you can got him here in the first place, pardon me if I’m unimpressed.”
Now it was David’s turn to stiffen. “What the hell is your problem?”
This is great! Really really great!! You’ve done some wonderful things here, and I commend you on your excellent skill in making everything SO much worse instead of fixing anything! :D
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He and His Stupid Hopes (Golden Hook Whump)
Summary: These heroes must have truly affected Killian. Even when his crocodile literally has his heart in his hands, he can’t seem to give up hope. And one evening, that serves to his ever growing detriment. WHUMP!
Warnings: WHUMP! Graphic violence! Blood, skin, bones, muscles, nerves – they’re all getting hurt here! This is torture to the nth degree! If it’s not your thing (And that’s cool – I’m not even completely sure if it’s MY thing and I just PENNED this monstrosity), I’d get the heck out of dodge now because this is as dark as dark gets!
A/N: …Yeah. This is a thing. Read it only if you dare or you don’t care. And hell, maybe afterwards, share and tell me if it did ensnare! …Sorry for the plug, but I couldn’t resist the rhyme.
Tagging fellow whumpers/Golden Hook shippers @killian-whump, @sherlockianwhovian, @hollyethecurious, and @mathildia. Settle in, ladies, because things are about to get whumpy.
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Of all the sounds that Killian Jones’ two hundred year old ears had ever heard, the worst by far was the sound of the bell above Mr. Gold’s shop.
Misfortune was always in store for those unfortunate enough to hear its ring.
And right now, that was him.
Killian had tried to stop walking. As the miles turned into blocks and the blocks turned into feet, he placed every bit of his willpower into going off the course of his beaten path.
But it was no use.
The heart wants what the heart wants, after all…or at least it wants what its compelled by its current master to want.
Honestly, Killian was surprised that he had been summoned so soon after his heart had been taken. Hadn’t Rumplestiltskin already tortured him enough for one night?
Apparently not.
He had abandoned his apartment in Granny’s for the evening so he could put as much distance between himself and the crocodile as he possibly could. It was clearly a stupid hope, but when someone has control of your literal heart, stupid hopes are what you’re left with.
Killian had not a doubt in his mind that Gold was all too happy to crush those hopes.
Perhaps that’s why he was summoned. Gold was simply impatient to play with his newest toy and couldn’t wait for the chance to relish in his victory.
And now, under the cloak of darkness in the dead of night, he could do so unabated.
The ring of the bell was sharp as it closed in on Killian’s ear drum. He looked ahead to see Gold staring at him from behind the front counter, grinning that smug little grin of his.
“What do you want, crocodile?” Killian snarled.
The worst thing Gold could do at this moment would be to avoid the question or even just grin wider.
So of course, that’s exactly what he did.
“What do you want?” Killian repeated, now shouting. He couldn’t help it. His blood has been boiling nonstop since the moment he heard of the crocodile’s scheme to destroy Emma and now, the cover of night allowed for him to let it all out.
Gold looked at him. His grin had transformed into a smirk and a chuckle escaped his lips.
Before Killian could snap once more at his captor, a jolt of pain coursed through his body. Immediately, he fell to his knees, unable to do so much as raise his head. Once his compulsory yelp was dispelled, he heard the sound of sharp footsteps approaching him.
“Hearts are strange things, captain,” Gold said, apparently now interested in talking. “They’re fragile and full, but malleable too. I don’t even really have anything to compare them to from our time. Maybe a sack of flour? No, too big. Perhaps a leather canteen? No, not weak enough.”
“I don’t care what they’re like,” Killian growled, stuffing defiance into every last syllable. “What I want to know is what do you plan to do with mine?”
For his efforts, of course he was rewarded with another chuckle.
Killian’s thoughts for a moment shifted to Emma, her family, and Storybrooke at large. When he last checked the time on his phone, it was half past three. Even the most regular of patrons at The Rabbit Hole were likely asleep right now. Would this be when Rumple would have him strike to finish filling the hat with magic? Given the cowardly nature of that sinister plot, it would at the very least be fitting of such a mastermind like his crocodile.
But Gold didn’t seem to be thinking that. As Killian looked back up at the counter, the hat appeared to be nowhere in sight. And if the heat from behind him was any indication, his crocodile seemed to only be focused on him.
Slowly, that heat began to feel hotter. His crocodile was approaching him from behind.
“Right now? I want some fun.”
Ohhhhh, this is delightful! I really think the show could’ve given us something a little more when Gold had Killian’s heart - and I like to headcanon that there was more - but we just didn’t get to see it ;) This is a wonderful little bit of fun that I could totally see Gold doing... Love it!
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Vocivore, Ltd. (25 of 40?)
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Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @sancocnutclub, @killianjonesownsmyheart1, and @courtorderedcake <3
***THE MOST WONDERFUL COVER ART BY @cocohook38 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*********
***AAAAHHHH!!! THANK YOU MY WONDERFUL COCONUT FRIEND!!!!!!***
4 weeks ago…
Deception never got any easier; in fact, as the week dragged on, the lies grew more complicated, with additional details to try and remember. Who knew what. What each of them had told someone else. Killian and Emma were forced to have comprehensive debriefings with each other several times a day. When they could find a moment alone, that is.
The tension, the arguing… that had been Emma’s idea, the day he came home from the hospital. And she hadn’t warned him beforehand, either; maybe as payback for the shock of seeing him stumble into her office with an unexpected stab wound, even though that part wasn’t his fault. Regardless, her emotional outburst with Jones as witness–and partial victim–sounded impressively real. Killian wondered if a small part of her was actually angry at him for suggesting the plan in the first place. That night, while helping him tend to the painful rows of sutures in his flank, she had offered words of quiet apology, which Killian assured her weren’t necessary.
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HCN - 2/3
Summary :
Heaven /hɛvən/ : a place or state of supreme happiness.
That’s what it was. The Hook’s Coven was a place for all the versions of Killian Jones to come and rest, away from the pain, the hurt, the cruelty they could encounter in their daily life. In brief, it became their little heaven on earth from the moment the final curse of the Evil Queen was cast and the realms united…
Or at least that was what they all thought when they started a new day, resting in the peaceful coven, unaware of the darkest times to come…
Rating : W for whump (warning below) and HE for Highly Emotional
Words : 42K in 3 Parts
Warning reminder:
As said above, it’s a whump story so things like pain, blood, and other bad adventures for the dear captain hook are going to be mentioned but nothing too detailed nor will there be things like non-con/sex… there’s no sex theme at all !
Part 2 still contains brief mentions of mpreg but it won’t be the main focus as it is in the section of part 1. In addition, part 2 has some graphic descriptions of broken bones, bruises, and internal bleeding but should not be too disturbing as it’s not vividly detailed. Again, there will be a warning at the start of the part where it’s mentioned.
For the mpreg/graphic desc. warning, it will be added at the start of the section concerned in each part. It will also be announced inside that section by “ ++ ” before and after the mentioned.
Tag Cocnuts (let me know if you want to be add or not):
@hollyethecurious - @sherlockianwhovian - @killian-whump - @lillpon - @jennjenn615 - @wyntereyez - @hookaroo - @therooksshiningknight - @killianjonesownsmyheart1 - @spartanguard - @kmomof4 - @ashley-knightingale - @cs-forlife @courtorderedcake and @superchocovian
Note: thx you so so sooooo damn much for all your answers and reaction! I’ll cherish them for ever ♥♥♥ Without more wait, part two!! tho enjoy it, part 3 will only come monday or wenesday…
Young Killian had run away as fast as his legs could carry him. Even after tripping over a few rocks, he was out of the Coven within minutes. His cheeks were wet, tears still rolling down his face as he looked at the magical barrier protecting the Coven from the rest of the world. It should have protected them from all he had seen and heard, but the burns on his hand were proof enough that it had failed. They weren’t safe inside. He wasn’t safe anywhere now.
Ohhhhh, my coconut! Another wonderful chapter full of whump and feels!!! <3
And that cliffhanger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How could you?!?!?!
Ahhhhhh, now I need the next part soon, please! <3
Also: I WAS RIIIIIIIIIGHT
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Memories Revealed (2/?)
I’m on a roll, y'all. 🎵 Don’t stop me now 🎵
Another, shorter this time, addition to @killian-whump‘s glorious fanfiction!
Warnings: Rape, violence, choking, mentions of bodily fluids, humiliation, mind wipe. Make sure you’re a-okay with all the warnings from the first chapter too, if you haven’t read that one.
Tagging @hookaroo, @mathildia, @hollyethecurious and @sherlockianwhovian. If you want to be tagged/untagged, hit me up!
Word count: ~1.5k
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He had no idea how it happened. One moment he was walking down the street, coming back from the nunnery where Belle rested, the next he found himself inside Gold’s pawnshop, facing its owner no less.
“You did this,” Gold said and stretched out his arm, starting to choke him with magic.
Killian tried to move away, the now familiar feeling of invisible fingers around his neck nearly freezing him in place.
“You helped her, and you let her give my son away!” Gold said and moved his arm, and Killian flew towards the wall, crashing on a glass case and bits of glass scraping his cheek and arm.
Before he could take a breath, Gold was next to him, this time lifting him with his own arms and starting to choke him with his bare hand. Killian looked at him, and the murderous intent clearly written on the Crocodile’s face wouldn’t have been a hindrance once, but now, knowing what he had to live for, he actually feared being killed - again.
“You don’t even just deserve death,” Gold whispered. “You deserve something far more painful.” Gold then grabbed him from the collar of his jacket and pushed him forward, forcing him to bend over the counter.
AWESOME! Love it, as always <3
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Vocivore, Ltd. (4 of ?)
A OUAT WINTER WHUMP FIC
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Tagging @ouatwinterwhump and @killian-whump <3
Six weeks ago…
“You guys all right?”
After checking that her husband and his counterpart were not being followed, Emma holstered her gun and headed to meet them. Killian’s shirt was torn at the shoulder, and Detective Jones–formerly Rogers–appeared to be limping.
“We were attacked by a half-dozen slaves,” admitted Killian with a grimace. Now at arm’s length, Emma hooked a finger beneath the fabric of his shirt to examine the bloody slash beneath.
“Same old story,” she replied. “The difference being that everyone else had the sense not to engage. You know, like we agreed?”
As Emma spread her hand and hovered it over the wound, Detective Jones spoke up.
“To be fair, this particular group was markedly loathe to let us retreat. Could be they were trying to recruit new colleagues… or we were nearing their base and they felt they had to defend it.”
Emma flexed her fingers and rotated her wrist a few times. Her healing magic felt sluggish somehow, as if being forced through a half-clogged drain. Killian watched her with one eyebrow raised.
“Everything okay, love?”
“Yeah, just… hold on a sec…”
Hmmmmmmmmmm! So perplexing... Why is Emma’s magic wonky?
Why didn’t I think of calling them “Killian” and “Jones” when they’re both in a fic together?
How does Killian (and which Killian is it?!) end up with the Master?!
I NEED TO KNOW ALL OF THESE THIIIIIIIIINGS
Anonymous asked:
Ooh but wouldnt it cause MORE whump if Emma refused to heal him (either as a punishment or as part of the whump) after all, why spank someone for being a naughty pirate if you take the sting away in the afterglow :-P
Oh, of course! We can’t have Emma magic away the hard-earned results of her spankings!!! That just wouldn’t do at all!
Anonymous asked:
Okay important question... is the whump worth it if you know they’re going to magic it away at the end.
Absolutely, Nonny. I mean, in Once alone, the whump in episodes 5x13-5x14 is fucking EPIC and AMAZING, even though Emma wipes all that shit away at the start of 5x15 like it’s her personal life goal to ruin the dreams of every whumper who’s ever existed T_T
I do admit, it does kill the momentum DEAD when that happens, but... the stuff before it is still solid whump, right? It’s like that age old saying, Nonny... “Tis better to have whumped and lost, than to never have whumped at all...”