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Inspired by @cocohook38 :
this is soooooooooooooooooooooo fluffy ❤️❤️❤️
soft™
By: @snowbellewells
I’m honestly not sure if this is much good, or really worth giving as a gift, but I’ve tried something new here, and I’m hoping you may like it, Hollye. You’ve provided the fandom (and our pirate!) a lot of painfully delicious whump over the last few years. Particularly with “What Lies Beneath the Mask” - my personal favorite! You also wrote one of my favorite examples of KnightRook fic in your recent MC “We Make Our Own Fate”. I’m attempting to incorporate those things in this little drabble for you. I don’t really know where this came from otherwise; I had something else in mind, but then this is what I ended up with instead. Contains Season 7’s Wish!Hook/Old Hook and Rogers, KnightRook, and of course some whumpage, if those are things people aren’t interested in. Most of those are new things for me to try writing as well.
Enough of my rambling - here goes:
“Saved From What Might Have Been”
Rough hands grasp him harshly, grappling at him from all angles and lifting him bodily from his seat at the gaming tables. He brays out in displeasure, swatting at those forcing him to the tavern door, at first thinking it is a ill-timed and less-than-humorous jest. However, as raucous voices laugh and jeer in approval, hooting and hollering and stamping feet accompanying shouts of “Good riddance!” and “Bout time ye boys were takin’ out the trash!”, Jones begins to struggle in earnest. He jerks within the hold of many, bucking and swinging wildly, though his punches go wide, made effectual with too much drink and the number of opponents holding him back. His attempts to dig in his heels only lead to him tripping over the raised board at the tavern entrance when the group pauses to open the door. Their combined grip lessens slightly, but before Hook can gather himself to whirl and fight, he is tossed forward unceremoniously, hurled into the street face first.
Once he would have been on his feet in an instant, charging forward to take all comers, but the air is knocked from his aging lungs, and he feels the ache and disorientation throughout his aching joints as he pushes himself to scruffed hands and knees, glaring at those who mock him from the doorway, barring re-entry to the one place able to temporarily silence his demons.
A shaking, unsteady hand wipes away mud from the rain drenched streets and the coarse and unkempt gray hair hanging in his eyes as well. His voice is a hoarse growl when he warns, “You lot should know better than to cross a pirate!” He attempts to stand imposingly to his full height, hand tucked in his belt and hook in plain view, to inspire the sort of respect and fear he had once done and ignore the shooting pain in his knees and hip.
The mob of half a dozen or more look unimpressed, but still Jones moves forward, meaning to shoulder his way through them and back to his table indoors. However, upon nearing the group, he is shoved back harshly, sending his still unbalanced form staggering back again. Rage blinds him along with the dizziness of a half-drunken haze. Brandishing the hook, he makes to charge into the fray once more, when he is stopped cold by their leader’s words.
“Think carefully, ye doddering old fool,” the man’s deep tone orders. “Ye’ve cheated yer last at my tables, and used up the last of me goodwill. Payin’ customers’ve complained long enough. You’re no captain. Where’s yer ship? No sailor nor pirate; no more, at any rate. Yer a has been, a worthless old drunk. And this be yer warnin’ - stay out of my tavern or face the consequences!”
The words sink in just as deep, and perhaps even more painfully than the hard landing had moments before. The grizzled man seems to shrink, his shoulders slumping as he faces the small mob barring his way. Though his bravado does not leave him, he sees that it will not serve him victory and there is no swaying the men standing against him. There’s nothing for him here - no longer can he seek refuge, drown his sorrows and try to forget. He wants to wipe that hateful sneer from the taven keeper’s face; to carve his mark in the skin of all their thick hides with the sharp point of his hook and prove their insults wrong. And yet… defeated he knows those words have long since turned into ugly truth.
Awwww! <3 Bless him, and bless her, and bless you <3
A/N: hello hello hello! It is time for me to post my written contribution to @csrolereversal and @cshalloweek and phew, I could’ve never done without the bloody brilliant, amazing @cocohook38 and her wonderful sketches! No, really, she’s just been amazing with everything and I admit, without her guidelines and plot points I would’ve been utterly lost! I hope I made her drawings and every tiny detail justice!
I really hope you enjoy this, even if I have to warn you: the first part is 100% whump and there’s only Killian, so if that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to skip to part 2… when it’ll be posted! My friends, my friends don’t ask me when that’ll happen tho.
Summary: Princess Emma had been warned not to seek the Devil of the seas, the pirate captain whose thirst for revenge left only one man alive after every attack so he would tell the tale of the demon that had taken his brothers’ lives. But desperate times call for desperate measures: she has a kingdom to save, and the man who carries himself as a horned king is her only hope.
Too bad that Killian Jones is not a man anymore.
Part I
«I’m not the only demon here.»
Killian woke with a roar, pain shooting up his left arm, unfurling deep inside him and trapping what little was left of his heart like a flaming whip, tightening its grip until only dust was left.
Incapable of not doing so, he looked down at his only hand, rings catching the pale moonlight in the dark cabin. The sensation of dust slipping through his fingers persisted, not even rubbing his hand over the blankets bunched at his waist made it disappear. It was as if it’d penetrated under his skin, impossible to get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
Another night, another nightmare.
Drinking himself to stupor wasn’t helping him the way it had many times when he’d drowned his sorrows after Liam’s death. The pain wasn’t comparable to what he’d felt when he’d seen his brother die before his eyes twice, but it was pain still.
Night after night, the dream changed for the worse. At first, it had been the scene he’d witnessed, the demon crushing Milah’s heart as he was tied to the mast, unable to move. Every night that passed brought a new particular into the dream, Rumplestiltskin’s face slowly morphing into Killian’s.
The night he realized the monster was no one but him, Killian had woken up with the frantic need to cut his hand off, the same one that had crushed Milah’s heart, only to realize it was the only one he was left. That day, rum had been his only companion, sharp shards of the mirror scattered on the floor and blood trickling down his fingers, smearing the rings red.
Whatever he’d hoped to accomplish shattered the moment he closed his eyes and the Jolly’s deck appeared behind his eyelids.
It took only a week before he started to feel the demon’s presence behind him as he sneered over his shoulder, blaming him for Milah’s death, her lifeless eyes gazing up at him, void.
«What punishment fits a killer, I wonder.»
It’s so whumpy... and angsty... and whumpy some more... and then triumphant for about three seconds, and then angsty and whumpy some more...
Feelling like a draw-again time after some of you reblogged the original art “Nightmares”. Soooo here it is c:
Nightmares
sometimes, since they sleep together, he’s catched by nightmares of his past… And she’s there to reassure him with tender words, scratching his head.
Summary: Killian and Alice find a way to be together through their dreams… but it doesn’t end up being what they expected.
Word count: ~2.1k AO3
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“So, if I wear this talisman at the same time Alice wears hers…”
“Your dreams will be connected. And you’ll both be in complete control of them, and the magic rules of your poisoned heart won’t apply there.”
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He can’t wait for the night to fall. Regina should have waited to give him the talisman later that day, he thinks. Though he is extremely grateful… it may not be a real cure, but it will allow father and daughter to reunite, at least in a way. And after all this time of separation, even that way is enough.
Night falls, and he goes to bed nearly shaking. He wonders if Alice is already asleep and waiting for him in her dream world. He wonders how many nights she’d spent in the tower, not being able to sleep because she hoped he would come back, fully cured and with a way for her to escape. Tears threaten to fill his eyes, but he closes them, focusing on how it will all be different now.
He barely understands when things change. When his bedroom turns into a campfire site, the smell of something sweet entering his nostrils, and the darkness dissipates with the light of a small fire, light that falls on his daughter’s smile, which widens as she sees him.
“Hi, papa.”
He expects to cry, as they both stand up and run to each other. She’s so much bigger now, she fits differently in his arms… but she’s there. She squeezes him, her laughs muffled as she buries her face in his shoulder, and he laughs too, but no tears come.
He doesn’t pay it much attention. The dream lasts long enough for them to do everything they want; or, almost.
They go sailing. They go far back in his memories, and he has her meet his Mama and Liam. She shows him places she travelled to. They cook, and they sing, and they play.
And for one moment, he wishes she’d turn herself into a child, so he could play with her again the way they used to. Let herself grow in the dream, so he can watch her grow.
It’s terrible! I love it!!! :D
Killian and Emma have nightmares after returning from the Underworld. Angst/comfort with eventual fluff/smut. Inspired by THIS SONG.
Slow down We’re losing the meaning of words now. Quiet the noise ‘cause we’ve made A mountain of minuscule things.
He didn’t know when he’d finally drifted off the night before. He wasn’t actually convinced that he did any sleeping at all until his eyes forced themselves open, exhaustion still causing them to feel heavy as early daylight threatened to peek through the curtains. They swayed in the breeze in a comforting fashion - the true essence of home and a sweet reminder that Emma knew he liked to sleep with the window open.
She was always rather sneaky about acquiring such knowledge, the coy curve of her lips never giving away much when she observed his preferences for things. It made what was left of his heart swell and he settled into the relaxation the dim dawn was offering.
He turned carefully, the fact that he’d dozed off in his regular clothes making it difficult to do so. He’d barely grown into the idea of a modern wardrobe when he’d traded it all for his Dark One attire. The sweater was his favorite color and one Henry had been excited to coax him into buying. The material was soft and as much as he knew Emma liked his leather, there was something insanely comfortable about the way she snuggled into his chest when he wore it. She had a way with that - with making him feel relaxed and wanted, even when self certainty was out of reach.
She’d proven that again when he’d shown up on her - well, their doorstep the previous night.
I labored over this for a long time: an attempt at dealing with some of the trauma Killian and Emma went through, and issues between them brought to the surface by that trauma. Bear with me, I’m not a psychologist, and my intention was not to describe a realistic therapy session. Thank you @effulgentcolors for the encouragement!
title: A Vision Softly Creeping
summary: Killian keeps having nightmares he can’t quite remember. With Dr. Hopper’s help, he discovers one of the reasons for them, and that might require a painful, in-depth talk with Emma. Set post season 6, shortly after the wedding.
word count: ~6,6k
rating: M and N for nightmares.
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It’s not a sudden movement or sound that wakes her up, no, it’s like some mysterious force that pulls her from the depths of her sleep, which is extraordinary in itself – because normally not even a cannon fired beside her bed would wake her up. She has slept through blaring alarm clocks, ringing phones and thunderstorms. But every time her newly wed husband is having one of those dreams, she seems to sense it even on the bottom of her subconscious.
Emma opens her eyes in the moonlit darkness and, after getting past her slight disorientation, notices Killian’s silhouette sitting upright beside her. From the way his shoulders move she can see that he’s breathing heavily. She lifts herself up into an upright position, and when he feels the shifting of the mattress, he turns his head to look at her.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” he murmurs and runs his hand through his hair, his voice thick with sleep and something else she can’t quite define. He seems tense, and in the moonlight she catches a glimpse of the fine sheen of sweat that covers his bare shoulders and collarbones.
“That dream again?” she asks softly and puts her palm to his scruffy cheek.
His eyes that had been scanning the darkness almost erratically focus on hers again, and she reads barely faded panic mixed with relief and something deeper, indecipherable to her, that seems to have a grip on him.
“Killian?” she prompts, and he snaps out of it. In a sudden move, his hand comes up to the back of her head and pulls her in for a kiss almost brusquely, eliciting a startled gasp from her.
Mmmm... Angst... :D
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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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***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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Present (Monday)…
“Well that doesn’t make any sense.”
Being startled by argumentative voices at his bedside was not the most pleasant way to wake up… but it was better than the nightmares.
“Regina, I’m telling you, that’s how Gold said to interpret it.” At least Emma was trying to keep her tone quiet. “The darker the colors, the stronger the shielding.”
“It started at the compound and spread to Storybrooke. How is it suddenly concentrated here?”
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
MY PIRATE BABYYYYYYYYYYYY <3
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***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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Present (Saturday)…
In the presence of his Master, Killian lay inert.
There was no escape. Not ever.
No immunity, not in the end. He had resisted as long as he could. But now, he no longer had any control over his body. He could do nothing but lie helpless, paralyzed and at the mercy of the creature endlessly circling. Tapping that eerie cadence around and around, stopping only to prod at him, squeeze and pinch and crush. His ankle. His hand. His ribs.
Killian could not even scream anymore. Sometimes he felt on the verge of knowing why. The tentacle snaking down his throat did not truly hurt, though on occasion it inspired such panic that he would rather be dead than endure its presence any longer. Then the moment would pass, he would lose concentration and forget the invader, and try to beg an instant’s peace, and wonder why even the smallest hint of his pathetic pleas would not come forth.
YOU CAN NEVER BE FREE OF ME. I SHALL HAVE YOU FOR ALL ETERNITY.
Yes, Master.
AHHHHHHHHH <3 bless
// I don’t know how it happened. It did that’s all. // thx @sherlockianwhovian for teh quick beta :3 ♥
It started with the dreamshade, it ended up with the King’s loyalty.
Killian and Liam had been arguing about whether to use the dreamshade or not. Of course Liam would believed their King over his little brother’s concerns. It wasn’t the first time, wouldn’t be the last. If only he had known…
A second later Liam had cut one branch of that bloody plant and was about to prove his dear little brother was wrong to trust his gut and the boy over his King, over his Captain. Killian was faster as he ran to stop Liam from using the potential poison on him, but Liam was having none of it and so they started to fight over it. Liam preached about how stubborn Killian was, how he always had been. Reproaching the fact he was the rebellious one, how it never lead him anywhere except trouble. Only for Killian to stand up against the stinging reprimands, not letting his brother say such things about him, that for once he was the one not knowing better. The slap echoed against the rock behind Killian, his skin burning where Liam’s hand made contact with his cheek. Though Liam didn’t realize Killian would have stumbled back only to charge on him and punch him back in his guts. The two brothers ended up on the floor, showering the other with blows until Killian inadvertently stabbed his Captain with one of the pieces of dreamshade, the thorns piercing Liam’s skin right in the chest as they both froze. And then Liam realized the plant was indeed poison, probably a lethal one, only time would tell. As shocked as he was, Killian found the strength to grab him and squeeze his brother against him, his free hand desperately trying to stop the black vines growing on Liam’s chest. In a final whisper, Liam spoke his thoughts to his brother.
“ It’s okay Killian, it’s okay…I should have listened to my little brother”
And then as quickly as the poison had entered his body, death came to collect its price. And Killian was left alone, a dead body in his shaking arms, hot tears gathering in his eyes.
“What have I done?”
In the distant background, Pan’s sadistic answer echoed, carried to Killian’s ear in the wind.
“Yes. You’ve done it. You killed him.”
Killian gasped awake in his bed, his skin and hair damp as his body slowly calmed itself, the tremors fading away. It was only a nightmare…at least for the murdering part Jones quietly huffed.
He wasn’t responsible, it has all happened because of the bloody plant, bloody island… bloody Demon…If only he hadn’t pushed Liam to prove himself….
It was bloody because of him.
Summary: Emma Swan had been born on the cusp of the event that had changed mankind forever. A pestilence. A sickness that stripped away the humanity of those infected, those changed; abandoning the rest of the population to try and survive, not only the disease, but the crumbling of society itself. Nearly twenty-one years later, Emma finds herself at a crossroads - accept the opportunity presented to her by the handsome stranger she happened upon one fateful morning, or remain at the only home she’s ever known, alone.
A/N: Hey there! Look at that! AN UPDATE! Sorry it took me so long. This chapter gave me fits, as it deals with some pretty heavy subject matter. I feel like after this and the update to Burden a few days ago, I’m gonna owe y’all some fluff or smut as a peace offering…
Though the fic is inspired by the film, this is not a retelling of that story. Themes, scenes, and dialogue will be repurposed, but major changes have been made to the overall plot. This fic features both Captain Swan and Knightrook, as well as elements of Captain Gothel. If you need any clarifications on how these relationships are presented within the fic before deciding whether or not to read, please do not hesitate to message me. Though I will make every effort to update this fic as often as I can, there will not be a regular updating schedule.
Beta’d by the fabulous @artistic-writer, who also made the incredible banner. My thanks and everlasting love to @kmomof4 for all her flails and shouts along the way.
Content warnings: post-apocalyptic society, survivalists, religious themes, mentions of child abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of non/dub-con, whump, munchausen by proxy, assault, and other bad things to be added as we go.
Rated M / Available of ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee / Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list
Killian ran his hand down his face, an exhausting tension clenching at his shoulders as he pulled in a stinging breath from the cold night air. The shift in the day’s weather mirrored the upheaval in the overall atmosphere of his world. Just as summer had seemed to come to an abrupt end, with the dropping temperatures and bluster of northerly winds, so too had the sweet camaraderie he’d established with Emma. Swept away by the reveal of a cold, harsh reality.
He wished he could go back and tell her the truth from the beginning.
“How’s Alice?”
Robin’s question cut through the turmoil of Killian’s thoughts, allowing him to take a moment’s refuge.
“She’s sleeping now. Eloise believes she’ll be fine by morning.”
Robin nodded. “I’m sure she will be. She always bounces back quickly from these episodes.”
“Aye.” Killian looked back over his shoulder at the structure that housed his little starfish. He hated having to leave her there in the care of her mother, but he had no other choice. Taking solace in the fact that his Alice was at least at peace in her dreams, Killian turned his thoughts back to the pressing matter still awaiting his attention this evening. “Where’s Emma?”
“In your cabin,” Robin answered. “Waiting for you.”
Killian filled his lungs again before exhaling a lamented breath. “I’ve messed everything up. I shouldn’t have brought her here.”
“Why did you?”
Killian shook his head and stared at his feet. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do,” Robin pressed, causing a surge of irritation to flair within Killian.
“It doesn’t matter now.”
“Of course it does.” Robin stepped forward and placed a hand on Killian’s shoulder. “Look, mate. I know you’ve been beating yourself up for not being honest with Emma, but you brought her here for a reason and knowing you… it was as much for her benefit as yours.”
“How do you know that?” Killian snapped. “How do you know it wasn’t out of some selfish desire to use her in order to help me and Alice?”
“Because I know you.” His grip tightened, forcing Killian to look his friend in the eye. “You aren’t Malcolm. You aren’t Neal, or Eloise, or any of them. Maybe you didn’t do things properly, but you can confess it all to her now.”
“What’s the point? She’ll just insist on leaving anyway, and I’ve already given my word to help her escape.”
“Trust me on this, mate,” Robin implored. “Tell her your story, come clean about your motives - all of them - and she’ll stay.”
Killian tried to smother the hope that flared in his chest at his friend’s words. “How can you be so sure?”
Robin shrugged and removed his hand. “Call it a hunch,” he said with a wink and cheeky grin before walking off and disappearing into the blackness of the night.
Oh nooooooooooooooo... :D
Title: Fever Rating: M for mature themes and whump Whumpee: Killian Jones, Emma Swan, Liam Jones in a mixture of physical and emotional whump. A/N: Requested by @the-wandering-whumper who wanted to see Killian Jones with a fever for my @badthingshappenbingo card! I went all out and I hope its what you asked for. Beta’d by @resident-of-storybrooke because I like to break the young ones ;)
Do not read if you think that I give everything a happy ending. I don’t.
“Hi, I’m @artistic-writer and I write whump stories without tagging killian-whump on them. I’m also ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE and I murder people.”
“You’ll die, Savior. About time too.” the Dark Swan sneered, cloaked by shadows as she circled her light half, “Darkness will win and the light will be snuffed out.”
“The darkness can never win.” Emma argued proudly as she held her sword raised for battle, “Not when I have my family around me.”
“Your family?” the Dark Swan scoffed, “Your puppy dog has left you behind, little duckling. You could never be enough for him when the darkness came calling.”
“No!” Emma growled, throwing all her strength into plunging the sword into the Dark Swan’s middle, somehow impaling an apparition of Dark Hook in the process, “Stay away from Killian. He doesn’t need your lies to be happy.”
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Blood. The far too familiar scent was the first thing that Emma was aware of when she woke from her slumber. She blinked her eyes open with a frown, looking up at the bedroom ceiling and trying to recall something that could explain the blood in the air.
She raised her hands and her eyes widened when she saw that they were covered in dried blood. Had she been attacked? She sat up and pushed the covers down, finding bloodstains on her pyjamas but not finding any kind of injury to match them.
“What the hell?” she murmured.
A strange choking sound from beside her made her jump, her head snapping up to focus on the other side of the bed. All breath felt as though it was ripped from her when she saw Killian. She found herself wondering why she hadn’t thought to check on him when she’d first woken to blood in the air, had a part of her known to expect the gruesome scene?
His chest and the bedding around him were drenched with his blood, mostly dried with some splotches of fresh pools. A sword was rammed through his middle, impaling him to the mattress while he bled out. His hand and stump were cut and bloody from where he’d clearly tried to free himself from the blade at some point, but now he was still with his eyes closed.
“Killian?” she yelled, shaking his shoulder to get a response from him. One last labored breath and his chest was as still and silent as the rest of him, his soul dragged from his body and into death once again.
“See? Darkness will always win.” the Dark Swan laughed from somewhere nearby.
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“Swan! Wake up, Swan!” Her husband’s frantic voice pulled her out of her nightmare and she immediately grabbed hold of him, crushing herself to his chest so she could feel his heart beating.
“You’re alive!” she sobbed in relief, “You’re here and you’re alive!”
“Of course I am, love.” he assured her, wrapping his arms around her, “I’m a survivor, Swan.”
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By: @snowbellewells
“Hey Killian? Babe?… Where’d you go?” his love’s confused voice echoed through the open, high-ceilinged kitchen, entryway, and living room with a mildly puzzled note to it. She had thought he was in the kitchen with her and then turned to find him no longer there, the spatula of spaghetti sauce she’d been ready to have him taste test dribbling onto the floor and her bare feet as she tilted her head, perplexed. It wasn’t like her husband to just get up and walk away from her, especially without even saying where he was going.
Mildly concerned now as well as surprised, Emma replaced the kitchen utensil in the sauce pan, turned the heat of the stovetop to a low simmer and went in search of him. Thankfully, she hadn’t gone far when she heard the sound of the aged, creaky pipes of their upstairs bathroom working, as well as its door opening and closing and footsteps echoing from overhead. Having a good idea where to locate her pirate now, Emma made her way to the stairs, looking up at him with an impish smile and a teasing quip on her tongue about disappearing on her, but one good look at Killian as he started back down the stairs stopped the words in her throat.
The first clue was how he looked almost unsteady on his feet, listing toward the banister and holding onto it much more tightly than she’d ever seen him need to do before. Raising her eyes higher to meet his, however, set off any further alarm bells that hadn’t already been tripped. Though he gave her a weak imitation of his usually twinkling smile, his look couldn’t seem to quite focus in on her, his eyes distant and glassy.
“Killian, are you alright?” she started to question, intending to head up the stairs to meet him and feel if he were as warm and flushed as he suddenly appeared to her. She knew he would brush off her concerns and say he was fine; like her in that regard, a lifetime of taking care of himself and soldiering on had left her husband as averse to being fussed over as she was. But it was clear now that something wasn’t right. He was clearly burning up with fever. Had it come on that quickly, or had he hidden signs that he wasn’t well all day and she’d missed them?
Awwwww! <3 I love whump, of course, but I l also love a fluffy ending! <3
Milah punishes Killian, the rest of the crew react to their Captain being a sub, he's then treated like a cabin boy while Milah assumes his position
This one does have some whump in it, but not nearly as much as usual. However, there’s enough to require a cut. So, more below the cut.
