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“It’s okay. I won’t need it in New York.”
stick the knife and twist the blade won’t you
This hurts me deep inside T_T
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Anonymous asked:
“Just stay with me.”
Since you left the pairing as dealer’s choice… and it took me longer than I wanted to decide, I’m forcing angst on you. 😝😘
CW: alcohol abuse, alcoholism in a minor Posting from mobile, so no cut (it’s only 300 words anyway), and no link for the other prompts. BUT prompts are still open.prompt link
Killian waited for Liam’s breathing to even out, listening intently for anyone passing by. He crawled out of his bunk and knelt on the floor beside his brother. Taking care to not jostle him, he grasped Liam’s hand and placed his forehead to it. “Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me,” he chanted softly. He lost count of how many times he said it, and eventually woke up to a crick in his neck and his brother’s bemused expression looking down at him.
Years passed, captains changed, and every night remained the same. Killian was unable to fall asleep before Liam, only his whispered prayer helping him fall into dreams.
When he turned eleven, Killian found the bliss of alcohol-assisted sleep. He stopped needing to find Liam’s hand, didn’t have to chant his silly plea every night. It was much easier, even with the lashes marking his back as he shirked his duties and let the alcohol and rage take over. It was childish, the way he sought to never be parted. He was a man, he didn’t need stupid superstitions. He needed to stop burdening Liam with a good for nothing younger brother.
One drink turned to two, turned to four, turned to half a bottle. The goading from the others grew with it, sometimes resulting in a beating, sometimes in more rum, and Killian found the odds were ones he was willing to live with. Or not.
He struggled back to life, throat raw and stomach absolutely churning. It felt like there were nails under his skin somehow, and a star burning his brain away. “Bloody fucking hell, Killian! Are you trying to kill yourself?”He forced his head to the side, Liam kneeling by his bunk. He could barely keep his eyes open, but Liam looked almost like he was crying? Maybe he was hallucinating. He let consciousness slip away again, his brother’s desperate words following him into the dark.“Stay with me, little brother, just stay with me.”
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Anonymous asked:
Killian is impaled by a sword but manages to survive
This one is set in 5A, because really, Dark One Hook is justtoo good to pass up on. An alternate take on how Killian learns he’s a DarkOne, because I don’t like the way the reveal happened in the show very much.
When the sword ran through his side, deep enough and in theright place to be deadly, Killian felt…nothing. No pain, no weakness, nofailing strength. He felt normal. Even when the blade was pulled out of thewound, there was no blood. He stared down at himself, not entirely sure whatwas happening. The gasps from the others told him they were just as shocked ashe was, and then Emma arrived. “What the bloody hell is going on, Swan?” Killian asked, confused and more thana little frightened. The brush with death had been bad enough, but the onlybeing he knew that could be unscathed from a wound like that was the Crocodile…More specifically, the Dark One.
“I was going to tell you…”
“Tell me what?” “I did it to save your life, Killian. There was no other way.” Emma said, tearsin her eyes and on her cheeks. Killian stepped closer to her, pulling her intohis arms.
“Did what, Swan?”
“I… I turned you into a Dark One.”
With those few words, his entire world shattered. He hadbecome his own worst enemy. Stepping back from Emma, Killian let the sword heheld fall from his fingers, then detached his hook and dropped it in the streetbefore he turned and walked away.
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It’s utterly heartbreaking that Killian really did give up all of his plans for vengeance and his life at sea when Alice was born, he gave up a lot of the things he’d wrapped his identity around for centuries, and became such an obviously wonderful father for Alice – really threw himself into that role and fell in love with fatherhood….
And then with one single mistake, one misstep, one moment where he let his pride get the best of him, where he didn’t want to admit that he wasn’t as much the strong pirate he used to be, and everything fell apart. He didn’t deserve this.
It makes me despise Gothel all the more, because her manipulation depended on that little bit of pride that ran so deep. She knew his weak points and used them to ruin him. After what she’d already done to him and to Alice, this was salt in the wound. Years ago, he chose his daughter over all else because she became everything to him, and now Gothel has taken his everything.
WHEN WILL THEY BE HAPPY. HOW MANY YEARS HAVE THEY LOST.
YES. It makes the poisoning of his heart THAT much worse, because he is going to blame himself and hate himself all the more for his role in it, instead of being able to clearly see that he was played and lured into a trap.
MY POOR PIRATE BABY.
Angsty AU Ask Tale, Part 8
Emma didn’t watch the window today. Killian was coming, and she remembered, and when he arrived with Granny’s to go she would be waiting.
She didn’t know what drew her to the timid librarian, but something about him made her want to remember things. Up until now, she had been blissfully unaware that life was happening all around, and that she could hardly grasp anything.
How much had she missed? How much had she forgotten. Had Killian come to visit her before? There was a familiarity that she didn’t recognize, but it seemed natural, as though there was more to them than she realized.
The minutes ticked by as she watched the door. Noon turned to one, then one to two. Emma frowned. Did she hear him wrong?
Fiona poked her head into the room, “What’s the matter, dear?”
Emma knew the mayor had taken a special interest in her well-being, knew that she should probably be grateful for that… But something about the woman set her on edge. Beneath the sickeningly sweet mask she wore, there was something… darker.
“I was just waiting for Killian,” Emma said.
Fiona looked at the clock, and “tsked” when she read the time. “Seems that he’s missed visiting hours,” she said.
“Maybe he got held up at work,” Emma shrugged. “I’m sure it happens. I mean, he’s running that library all by himself.
Another hour passed, and Fiona was back, this time shaking her head sadly. “I guess I’m the only one you can really depend on.”
“Sometimes, he comes after hours,” Emma supplied, though her confidence was waning. “Like I said, a busy day at the library might push him back a little bit.”
“But don’t you think he would have called?” Fiona asked.
She hadn’t thought about that.
Still, she waited. Five, Six, Seven…
“He’s not coming,” she whispered to the walls. A quiet sob escaped, followed by a few tears. She silently chastised herself for crying, for caring, for trusting that Killian would keep his promise.
As her cries echoed about the room, she grew angry. All she could think about was their conversation yesterday, and how she believed everything he’d told her. Now, she knew the truth. She was nothing more than an escaped patient. He would have said anything to keep her calm and distracted while Fiona hunted her down.
He didn’t care about her.
Nobody did.
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What also pains me is this pre-test scene. They’re devastated. Killian’s anxiety to finally confirm if their love is true. His look, “What the hell aren’t the doors opening? Why isn’t this working?” They both bet for this relationship, for this love, to fight for each other, overcoming any type of obstacles and I can’t imagine how terrible it must be to feel for a single moment like none of this was enough. Because it felt big, overwhelming and strong. It felt real. It was real and true for them. Despite this moment, despite feeling as if the test had failed, she still chooses him.