Vocivore, Ltd. (40 of 46)

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***THE MOST WONDERFUL, HEARTBREAKING, and BEAUTIFULLY WHUMPY COVER ART BY @cocohook38 HERE and HERE!!!!!!!!!*************

***Chapter 12 animation and art that will absolutely astound you!!!!!!!!!**********

***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 (Friday, continued)…

How many times now?

In this exact chair, this oppressive waiting lounge with its dusty fake plants and decades-old magazines, a nearly empty water cooler in the corner, a vending machine down the hall that always jammed when you tried to get a pack of Cheez-Its. How many lifetimes had Emma spent here, always anxiously awaiting news on her gravely injured husband, fearing the worst as the minutes and hours ticked by, as people came and went and doctors brought tidings of good or ill?          

Had her turn finally come to be on the receiving end of the ‘We Did All We Could’ speech?           

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH You’re a fiend for making me wait for delicious hospital!Killian scenes, but you delivered a beautiful hospital!Jones scene... and even sprinkled some Hooked Queen on top, much to my greedy little heart’s delight :D I even flailed at it :D Like waved my arms at my computer screen and everything! MY BABIES <3

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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Vocivore, Ltd. (19 of ?)

A OUAT WINTER WHUMP FIC

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Long bonus chapter for a coconut :) With apologies to @mathildia (but we do see her again a couple more times in flashbacks.) 

One day ago (Thursday)…

Z was dead.

Staggering into her hovel after an excruciating trip back in his Master’s arms, half-dead himself and bleary with anguish, Killian didn’t realize it at first. He made it to the butcher’s table and was gathering the strength to heave himself up before glancing over to where she sat slumped in a chair in the corner. Her eyes were open but blank, her head nestled against the seat back and the wall. As always, no injury adorned her body, but Killian knew that wouldn’t have been her cause of death. She would have succumbed to whatever neurological draining power the Master possessed which affected all of its slaves.

Killian couldn’t even summon the will to feel sorry for her, or honestly, even to be grateful for her efforts which had kept him alive this long. Perhaps when this whole thing was over–if, by some miracle, he lived long enough–he might look back and honor her memory. But at present, his only concern was how he could possibly survive to enact his plan without her brutal but necessary treatment.

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A Captain’s Heart (31 of 32)

Chapter 1 Chapter 30

Rated T for language and graphic descriptions of injuries.

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So much waiting. Emma had not gotten any better at it. Especially now that she’d grown accustomed to magically hastening most processes. She had to keep reminding herself that it wouldn’t be just a matter of getting Killian stable enough for a transfer home, where she could use her ability to heal him. Not this time. This time, she couldn’t value speed over precision, because it now mattered if the surgical team cut corners. This time, if they missed something, Killian would pay a real, long-term price. So she had to wait, crazy with worry, hoping and praying for a good outcome.

She had already spoken to a physician, who had provided her with a tsunami of information. Blood transfusions. Extensive imaging. Strong antibiotics. And on top of all that, Killian was now in surgery to repair what they suspected was a laceration to the wall of his stomach. Possibly his liver, too. So then there was a discussion of risks, complications, and what the course of recuperation would look like. Emergency laparotomy was not a minor procedure, she’d been warned. Mortality rates were relatively high, depending on the severity of the injury, and he remained at risk for setbacks even after the surgery was deemed a success. For a moment, with how negatively the physician had been speaking, Emma had thought he was preparing her for Killian’s imminent death. But later, rationality returned and she remembered how thoroughly hospitals had to cover all eventualities. Her husband was a fighter. A survivor, like he always said. Assuming the worst would not help anyone in the slightest. Still, that truth had not prevented a couple of tearful phone calls seeking reassurance, commiseration, and a little bit of distraction from from her family. She had plenty of time to kill, after all.

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