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scripted-downfall · 2 years

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Born of Loss

Sad, kinda angsty headcanon… I have no clue if anyone has ever come up with this before but I thought of this, like, a year ago and was just reminded so I’m going to post it now that I have Tumblr. (To be clear, I’m sure someone has absolutely come up with this somewhere, sometime, but I’m new and I don’t know for sure; so, for the record, I do not claim originality on this idea. Then again, is any idea ever really original anymore?)

Milah was pregnant when she died.

This idea was initiated by the random piece of rope that Belle finds and uses to track Hook down to the docks after he attacks her in the library (I don’t recall the episode). To be fair, it is an actual sailing knot called a Monkey’s Fist, and this is a kind of knot with practical uses even off the ship; sailors took to using them as weapons called “slungshots”... but I still feel as though it has a more sentimental value on top of that. We never see him use it or anything like it as a weapon, and he’s only very rarely (if ever) shown needing a weapon other than a gun/cutlass/hook. (Also, speaking strategically, I wouldn’t think it wise for him to use a slungshot if he had any of his usual weapons on hand… those are far more effective than the rope equivalent — as I understand it — of brass knuckles.)

So, I posit that it’s far more likely that the fact that the writers chose a knot that looked like a rattle was important. I mean, we saw the significance of rattles to the storyline with Maleficent, who carried her daughter’s baby rattle around because the baby was killed and it served as a simultaneous memory and revenge-inspiration. Add that to the fact that we know Killian is sentimental — what with his sketching out Milah’s portrait, his keeping Liam’s satchel, his giving Henry lessons with Bae’s sextant, etc — and the rattle shape seems even more important/intentional.

Then I got thinking about the scenes in “The Crocodile,” where Milah is inexplicably not at the tavern with them? Like, we’ve seen them interact earlier in the episode and no one has any problem with Milah going to drink and play dice with the pirates. We also see them, later, interacting with her on the ship, and they treat her like, essentially, a second captain. Also, Killian and his crew seem to be in especially high spirits, judging by how they show him entering the scene/catching Rumple’s attention. (We see him in various taverns over the show and he’s not usually quite so energetic.) It almost comes across as though they’re celebrating… and, if it’s a celebration, why wouldn’t Milah be there? It’s not like they’d known they’d run into Dark One Rumple there or anything. (I recognize that the idea of alcohol being bad for pregnancy wasn’t discovered until far more recently than the show seems to be set, but it’s something I noticed… and she could just have felt sick and stayed home. Or maybe it’s a perk of living in a magical world. Or maybe it’s coincidence and I bend it as I please :))) One of them.)

Also, since she chose the outfit she wore to confront Rumple with full knowledge that she was going to interact with her ex-husband, I would assume it was an intentional choice… Which means she intentionally chose a corset that laced tightly around the stomach and would effectively hide any possible pregnancy from him.

I don’t know that this is actually true or anything — I might be wildly off-base — but it strikes me as an interesting headcanon. It would definitely explain Hook’s kinda-desperate affection for Baelfire over the years, and give Hook even more reason — as if he needs it, tbh, since he had plenty already — for his centuries-long revenge mission against Rumple… I dunno how likely this headcanon is, but it’s stuck with me ever since I came up with it, and even writing a fic with that premise didn’t get it out of my head, so now y’all are blessed/cursed with it!

#once upon a time #ouat #killian jones #captain hook #milah #ouat milah #millian #headcanon #angst #i both love and hate this #am i evil?#absolutely #i'd say it hurts me more than it hurts you #except i'm not sure it does #i'm not sure it *doesn't* either though

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piraticalwit · 1 year

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lesbianism just does not compute for killian. i’ve said it a thousand times and i’m gonna say it again. if someone is like “I’m not into men.” he’s like “aye, fine.... I’m not talking about bloody men, am i? I’m talking about me.”

#everyone is killian jones sexual.#unless you're the fucking devil #he's not homophobic and he does grasp the concept (obviously?? look at his relationship with guy lmao)#but he just still cannot fathom that he is just lumped into any category with other people like that #he fully believes he should be the exception and not the rule

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spynorth · 1 year

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Depression isn’t always deep sleep, unkempt rooms and grief eating. Depression likes to party too.

#this has nothing to do with this blog or killian either really #except it’s contrasting that argument that trauma = dead inside #and that is not always true.#we self cope in this household.#but no I just really love this image. this quote. this truth.#it’s got me in my feelings and I wish people talked about this more #it’s 10pm and I posted this bc it spoke to me and now I’ve got feels about other things hmm

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whatawaitsus · 5 months

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It's your final year at Killian Argent's School for the Supernatural; a prestigious boarding school for supernatural beings. In theory this doesn't mean much. Your future has been set since you were a child: graduate from a prestigious boarding school, get into an equally prestigious college that your parents will pay for, and then get a prestigious well-paying job with your father's connections. It is what is, you're past the point of complaining at this point in your life.

Despite being one of the most expensive schools in the nation, nothing particularly interesting has happened at the school in the nine years you've been here— aside from the occasional accidental possession caused by a ghost or the common room getting flooded after a nixie gets too frustrated over their homework.

That is until students start to go missing.

Oh, and you start having prophetic dreams of your missing brother. But, that's probably better to unpack later, in all honesty.

What Awaits Us is upcoming choicescript interactive fiction project. The game is rated 16+ for violence, manipulation, kidnapping, strong language, drug use, religious imagery and trauma and optional suggestive content.

Choose what kind of witch you are; customize your gender, pronouns, sexuality, physical appearance, personality, magic class, uniform style, dorm decor, familiar, and more.

Balance trying to solve the disappearances of your peers and your performance as a student.

Establish your relationships with your parents and older brother by playing through flashbacks.

Deicide on your class schedule and extracurricular activity that will have the ability to affect your stats.

Choose one out of five romantic options; a moody kitsune, an expressive siren, a bubbly godling, or a quiet godling, or an apathetic arachne.

Solve the mystery of the missing kids and potentially get a lead on your runaway brother.

Unwillingly gain a weird almost mentor figure in the form of one of your teachers.

Rei Nakamura [they/them, kitsune]: C's roommate. Rei has been at this school as long as you, though your interactions are next to none. You always spot their name at the top of all the classes you share. They generally keep to themselves, only interacting with C and the kids they tutor. When they do talk it's usually an insult or a refusal to do something. It's not a surprise that they're generally disliked by most of the school. How they happened to befriend an outgoing siren is beyond you.

Cleo/Cyrus Valtameri [gender selectable, siren]: Rei's roommate. C is.. a lot. They transferred during your ninth term; originally from Drialia, which is clear from their accent. They joined the theater club nearly as soon as they were enrolled and have landed nearly every lead since then. The two of you don't interact much, but when you do happen to cross paths they're always animatedly nice to you; they're like that to everyone except Rei, really. You almost swear you've seen the two of them point at you and laugh.

Lydia Taylor* [she/her, godling]: Lukas's twin sister. You've been partnered up with Lydia a few times for projects and she's always a diligent student. She's in the boxing club, which is honestly kind of intimidating, especially after what happened between her and Stephan Kim in your sixth term. But, she's always been plenty nice to you too, not fake nice like you've realized most of your classmates are. She and her brother are never apart from eachother, either.

Lukas Taylor [he/him, godling]: Lydia's twin brother. Lukas Taylor has been going through an 'emo phase' about as long as you've known him. You vaguely remember the mop of strawberry blond hair that was on his head when he first came here, though you have a suspicion he bribed a mage to wipe it from the yearbooks. Lukas is quiet; the polar opposite of his sister. You don't think he's in any clubs, though he is always carrying around a weathered sketchbook.

Nico/Nadia Ruiz-Estrada [gender selectable, arachne]: Your roommate. N and you have shared a dorm for the past five years, and they're possibly your best friend. Despite constantly skipping all of their classes, barring the ones the two of you share, their grades remain high. Even after knowing them for six years you still don't know if they care about anything besides displeasing their older sister. They started a band in your ninth year; Bite The Bullet. Half of the kids in your term are convinced they were formerly in prison, something that makes N laugh hysterically whenever you bring it up.

Polyamorous routes available with Rei & Cleo/Cyrus and Lukas & Nico/Nadia.

*Lydia is only romancable by female and nonbinary MC's.*

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #interactive game #choicescript #choice of games #cog #choose your own adventure #cyoa #cyoa game #no demo #interact-if #interact if #hosted games #dashingdon #if wip #if game #interaction fiction wip

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anistarrose · 1 month

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growing increasingly invested in the dynamic of the classic Bureau of Balance crew (Carey & Killian, Johann, Avi, Robbie Pringles, etc) all being buddies, except periodically one of them at a time will get possessed by a powerful lich who is trying very hard to pretend he's just a normal member of the Bureau like everyone else, nothing to see here.

I think Barry knows all their names, favorite foods, and interpersonal drama. after the Story & Song the Bureau crew obviously all know a weird amount about the Seven Birds' personal lives, but are shocked to discover that it goes both ways, and Barry knows just as much about them. and they just think... yeah, this might as well happen. this friendgroup was already so goddamn weird. add that lich to the group chat

#not to spoil the fic i'm writing TOO much but. i care them #taz #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #barry bluejeans #and see i need a tag for the collective bureau squad beyond just sweet flips!#bureau crew

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deadlymistletoe · 6 months

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Birthday Wishes

Pairing: Pirate!Killian Jones/Captain Hook x f!reader

Genre: Romance, fluff

Description: As your birthday comes to an end, you begin to doubt that Killian will show up, however when you go to your room there’s a surprise for you.

Warnings: None - fluff, insinuations/mentions of smut.

Word count: 1333

You let out a silent sigh as you caught your gaze going to the door yet again, tearing your attention back to your friends.

You knew better than to think he would walk through the door, you truly did, but a girl could hope.

So when you blew out the candles on the frosted cake, your mother reminding you to ‘make a wish’, your mind immediately conjured an image of a dark haired, red vested, leather wearing man.

If only. The cake had been cut and shared out, guests mingling and laughter filling the room as they ate, and he still hadn’t come.

A nudge to your side drew your attention from the half eaten piece of cake you were picking at to your best friend sitting beside you. Your table was otherwise empty as you looked up, meeting her knowing, sympathetic gaze.

Your affair with Killian Jones was unknown to all except the pirates first mate, and your best friend. She had once jokingly commented that if you ever eloped that she would have to be the maid of honour and Smee the best man.

You hadn’t had the heart to tell her that such a thing would likely never happen. That a pirate like him would never marry a nobleman’s daughter like yourself.

“He might still come. There’s time.” She tried to encourage you even as plates were cleared and collected, the party drawing ever closer to an end.

You sighed, shaking your head as you placed your fork down on your plate, letting the server take it away. “He’s not coming. I might as well accept it. He wouldn’t risk getting caught just for this; he shouldn’t.”

Your friend’s gaze turned disapproving. “Don’t downplay your feelings, Y/N. Pirate or not, if the man loves you as much as he seems to, he’ll be here.” Her lips twitched, although you could tell that she was completely serious as she spoke her next sentence. “And if he doesn’t turn up, then he’s a bastard who doesn’t deserve your love, and I’ll make sure he knows it too, fearsome captain or not.”

You rolled your eyes as the two of you moved towards the door to see the guests beginning to leave out.

She lowered her voice, giving you a reassuring squeeze on the hand. “Seriously though, he probably just got delayed. I’m sure if he knew how you were feeling now he’d be here in an instant.” She winked, “Maybe he’ll make up for it later with some hot pirate sex.”

You choked on the very air you were breathing, brushing off the concerned looks of your passing godparents as heat rushed to your cheeks. You shot your friend a glare before you both burst into what could only be described as a fit of giggles, earning yourselves confused looks from those left in the room.

Shortly after your friend left with a promise to talk tomorrow, you made your way down the halls to your room. A forlorn feeling had taken hold of you once you were on your own, and you desperately hoped that at the very least a letter would be waiting to wish you happy birthday even if the pirate himself couldn’t be there.

As you turned to face into your room after shutting the door, a breeze washed over you and your eyes were immediately drawn to the curtains fluttering, the window wide open - definitely not how you left it.

You hurried over, cautiously peering down into the garden below. No one. You frowned reaching out and pulling the shutters closed.

You were about to turn around when a hand brushed against your waist and you jumped sucking in a sharp breath, ready to scream, when the hand moved to place a finger against your lips and a familiar voice sounded in your ear.

“Shh, love. You don’t want to get me kicked out, do you?”

You let out a silent breath of relief, relaxing back against the figure behind you. A wave of happiness crashed over you, the forlorn feeling gone with that one sentence.

“Killian.” You murmured as his hand went back down to curl around your waist, holding you against him. You could feel the cool metal of his rings through your dress. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

His voice was low in your ear as he answered, thumb rubbing over your hip. “I’m sorry I’m late. I wasn’t sure your parents would appreciate a pirate crashing the party. Besides, I had an errand to run and it took longer than expected.”

You turned around in his arms, hands going to his leather covered shoulders as you eagerly drank in his features. Ocean blue eyes outlined in black. Lips slightly parted. Dark hair falling across his forehead. You couldn’t hold back your smile now that he was finally within arms reach. “I guess I can forgive you. How did you even get in here? We’re on the second floor.”

He flashed you one of those crooked smiles that made you melt. “Pirate, love. Or did you forget?”

You giggled, shaking your head. His smile widened at hearing your laughter, blue eyes sparkling with his own amusement.

You sighed, resting your head against his chest as he drew you closer. “I’m glad you’re here. I thought you might have forgotten.”

His arm tightened around your waist, lips brushing the top of your head in a light kiss. “I could never forget your birthday, love. I could never forget you.”

“I love you.” You whispered, “Leather and all.”

You pulled back slightly, tilting your head up to look at his face. “Now, are you going to tell me what errand was so important, by any chance?”

He stepped back even further, a strange look in his eyes as he gazed at you, and your brain seemed to short-circuit as he took a small leather pouch from inside his coat.

“I know you won't be able to wear it in front of your family, and I understand if you don’t want to go forward without their blessing, but I had this made from jewels I came across on my travels - they reminded me of you. I picked it up on the way here.”

Killian swallowed, and you vaguely registered the wetness in your own eyes as he dropped down to one knee in front of you, flicking the pouch open and letting a silver ring fall onto his palm.

Tendrils of silver wove around around two gems - one the colour of his eyes, the other of the dress you were currently wearing, and you could remember once commenting to Killian that it was your favourite colour.

Your eyes went back up to the man in front of you as he spoke, “I know our relationship has been uncertain at times, and there will always be challenges in a relationship like ours, but I am certain about you, and that will never change, so what do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You whispered, feeling him slide the ring onto your finger as you held out your hand. You sniffed, using your other hand to wipe away the tears that had escaped as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m really hoping those are happy tears, love.” He murmured into your ear, and you laughed.

“Yes, yes of course they are. This is the best birthday ever.” You pressed your lips to his before he pulled back just enough to speak with a smile.

“I’m glad. Now, I believe I heard something about ‘hot pirate sex’ as I passed a window downstairs?” He raised an eyebrow at you, amusement shining in his eyes as a light blush covered your cheeks. “How about we make that happen, eh love?”

The last coherent thought you had that night was that tomorrow you would have to tell your best friend that her elopement fantasies would be coming true.

Your birthday wish must have worked after all.

#imagines #female reader #killian jones #killian jones x reader #captain hook #once upon a time

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charg3rs0ck3t · 1 year

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Faux promises and secret solaces.

Killian jones x reader

Warnings: it’s once upon a time, that’s the only warning you’ll need.

This is not proofread. There will probably be mistakes and I will fix them!

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You met him in the enchanted forest.

You fell for him in Neverland.

You lost him in Storybrooke.

You found him in your heart.

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The first time you met Hook, you could tell he was trouble.

He did him self no favours in trying to not be suspicious, but the others needed him so you held your tongue. Although, this was despite how much you truly wanted to rip out his tongue and shove it somewhere the sun doesn’t shine.

The way he’d take glances at you and smirk if you were walking close by, would make backhanded compliments, flirt to get his way, pick winning sides, he was a pirate. He was a pirate and you hated him. You hated his kind.

He was exactly the sort of man Regina would have used in her pursuit of ‘revenge’, the exact sort of man that killed your father.

But he wasn’t, no matter how many times he would breathily chuckle at some comment or some face you had made, you had to hold yourself back. You had to stop yourself from killing the man who smoothly laughed even in the face of his own demise. You had to stop from wanting to punch him in the throat and strip him of that feathery and deep chortle that took away all of your fears, that freed you of your panic, and provided you a euphoria that you had personally forbidden.

He was bad for you, bad for this team, bad for this mission.

He was a bad guy.

He was a villain,

and villains don’t get happy endings.

Leaving him behind was something you and Emma had talked about, you knew she also held distrust of him. Luckily, she had already planned on abandoning him.

The bean stalk was a stroke of luck, Anton was a stroke of luck.

Sure, you felt a slight sense of remorse as you had distracted him. But, as soon as Emma has attached that shackle, you let out a breath that you didn’t even know was there. Something felt good about going back to your life of solace, your newfound life of grief. He was too wild, too unpredictable, it scared you more than anyone would ever know.

You had fully expected not to see him again.

But fate seemed to have a sense of humour.

Such a fickle thing.

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Going back to Storybrooke, nothing was the same.

Your life had changed.

You didn’t know if it was for the better.

But your life had changed, your old life was gone. You had to adapt. No more was it straight lines and schedules, none of the life that Regina had provided was there, instead it was constant fights and unpredictability.

You had to become as unpredictable as the dangers you faced. You turned to the memories of the man in the enchanted forest, his power hidden behind his nonchalance and his loyalty a question left unanswered.

However much you hated the man, you needed to channel some part of him to adapt, to evolve and to overcome. The curse was broken, but danger seemed ever present. The towns memories were returned, but so were their worries, their fears, their anger. Instability was the first sign of anarchy and chaos, one weakness could enact a revolution among the people. So you did as you would, a child of a royal knight, ever loyal to Snow and Prince Charming, one of whom had raised you as a child throughout the curse.

All you had was your friends and your loyalty, but you’d soon learn that wasn’t enough.

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Yet the man returned, Hook. Still as untrustworthy as ever and yet, he seemed less irritating when in Storybrooke, except maybe for his dangerous tendencies and antisocial behaviour.

Henry being taken by pan was devastating, but this was the unpredictability you had planned for. So you knew what to do.

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The ride to Neverland on the Jolly Rodger was less than pleasant. It was full of cryptic warnings and misdirected anger. Even Emma was struggling.

The mermaid that was soon brought above deck definitely didn’t help your nerves, nor did the storm that soon followed and berated the ship.

You could catch no one’s attention, you had figured that the warnings may have held some truth. This land was built on belief. There were definitely some strong negative beliefs between them all. The blame fest began, fighting ensued and you couldn’t take it. So as you searched through the rain, you caught sight of land and jumped overboard. Your thoughts were that if no one would listen, you’d at least catch someone’s attendance or make your own way to land without them.

What you didn’t account for was a bit of broken barrel being launched after you and slamming into the back of your head once you had reached the ice cold water.

Losing your breath and all reasonable thinking, you gaped your mouth like a fish, breathing in and spluttering out water to no avail.

You could feel it filling your lungs and your eyes began to close, focused on the blurry light of the moon above you, till it was covered by the shadow of someone diving in for you. But by then you were already too tired.

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Opening your eyes and coughing out liquid from your burning lungs seemed to have never felt so good. That was until you saw it was a particular irritating man that hovered over your jolting form, hand on your shoulder as he helped you sit up.

The storm has calmed now, and you smiled. Everyone’s focus was on you, eyes wide at the madness that had ensued.

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that! See! I got the storm to stop.” You proclaimed in a broken voice, interrupted slightly by a coughing fit and a small ‘thank you’ as you were passed a blanket.

The way that David and Snow stared at you was obvious you’d get some form of scolding later, but you hadn’t cared too much for it. When the curse was first broken, they had to double check you weren’t in some way related to Jefferson with how you often acted on impulse, in supposed madness. So rest assured you were used to scolding.

Getting to the island was your priority, keeping the team together and getting Henry was your number one goal.

But you could help but notice the glances the pirate would send you when he thought you weren’t looking.

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Neverland was a place of pure belief. A place of magic and miracles.

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It seemed like as if by some miracle, you started to believe in the sincerity and goodness of a certain pirate.

Hook was caring, he was careful and serious. He was always suited to the situation, always ready. But he could also lighten the mood.

It seemed all the time that wasn’t spent avidly searching for Henry, fighting Pan or planning, he always wanted to make you laugh.

The first time you had laughed at one of his jokes, it would have been some stupid joke about his hand.

“Can you give me a hand?” David had yelled over.

“Cmon really? Last time I lent one out I didn’t even get it back!” He had hollered back in response, turning to smirk at David’s glare.

Only.. only he spun right back around when he heard a small chuckle.

Seeing you, with your back turned to him and hand coving your mouth, was all he needed to decide that you were right for him. He walked over to David with a huge smile on his face and kept stealing glances at you the entire time.

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Getting Henry, finding Neal alive, dealing with Rumpelstilsken. Everything felt insane.

It was all too much, you had lost Henry again to Pan, he was too powerful and you all seemed powerless.

You pulled your legs to your chest and buried your head in your knees. Making yourself small was all you could do when the world felt so big around you that it felt like it would swallow you up and you’d be nothing but a snack to a bigger cause.

Feeling a soft hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality, the reality that you had been sat sobbing into your arms after you had ran off from the main camp.

At first you were afraid, was this hand malicious, was it Pan?

But after hearing a feathery throat clearing, you raised your head to meet eyes with Killian.

“Killian? What’s up? I thought you’d be with David or Emma.” You muttered out in response to his presence.

“Y’know, I’m not sure Miss swan or her doting ‘same-age parents are too fond of me. Plus we both know that I can’t exactly tell one hand jokes to Regina lest I want to lose that and another appendage id much like to keep..” he takes a breath whilst you smile at his sarcasm. “Plus, You’re the only one who calls me my name, I’m getting sick of ‘Hey you’ ‘Oi’ ‘pirate’ or if they’re really creative, I get to hear ‘asshole’, would that be pleasant for you m’lady?” You laugh and shake your head in response.

“No, I suppose not kind sir~.” You tease him, just wanting to stay in the moment, it felt light and airy, for the first time in days you felt free. “Although I’m honoured you’d grace me with your presence, I sure hope it’s not because I’m the only one who doesn’t currently want to stab you?”

He turns to look at you, “Of course not, for a royal knight though, surely you should be the one to want to stab me most of all. Maybe it’d be better that way.” He moves in, close to your face, as you are enamoured with gazing into his eyes.

“I’m sure they can handle themselves, Four powerful people after you if you do anything wrong, I think I should be okay to try and resign from stabbing at the moment. Plus, if anything were to happen I’m sure I could accept the consequences.” He grabs your chin and smiles.

“You? Face the consequences? Perhaps you just are afraid to accept you might actually have fallen for me~” He pulls you into a short and passionate kiss. Grinning against your lips as he rests his forehead against your own.

“Not a chance pirate!” You tease as you stand up and begin to walk away, sporting a mischievous grin of your own.

But before you could walk further he grabbed your wrist and was suddenly stood right in front of you.

“Mark my words sweetheart, I’ll have your heart, we’ll take it as slow as you need but I will have it, as you’ve enslaved mine.” And as you turned your head away to think on what he had said, he had already walked off deeper into the forest.

Okay, maybe you did like him.

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Your return to Storybrooke was perfect, you could live the life you had whispered plans of every night since that moment in Neverland.

It was meant to be your fairytale ending.

Meant to be.

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Falling asleep every night, Hook would sit there hands running through your hair as you laid your head in his lap.

Every night he would repeat one sentence

“I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

Except one night, when he wasn’t.

You woke up one night. Checking the clock next to you it was some time around 1 in the morning.

You weren’t sure what had woken you up until you heard sounds of struggling and choking. It was Killian! He sounded in pain.

You rushed down to see Pans shadow ripping Killian’s as he struggled against the figure.

Catching a glimpse of you, the shadow tore the other from your lovers frame and stole them both. Dragging them from the home as you chased and screamed for help, for Killian, for anyone.

You pinched yourself, you screamed until your throat went raw and your mouth ran dry, you yelled and sobbed until you had half of the town surrounding you, trying to figure out what had happened.

In your worn voice you could get out two sentences.

“Pans back.” “Killian’s gone.”

That was all you could force out before you fell to the floor, soon encased in a warm pair of arms trying to lift you back into the house. The house that you had just lost everything in. The house that was meant to have been your home.

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It had been months since the incident, months of failed attempts and grieving.

But you had had enough of being sad.

Nothing was going to save you, no one was going to save you, so you were going to save yourself.

One day you got up, took a shower, brushed your teeth and hair, and went into work.

Life had to continue as normal, you had to ignore the concerned glances and you had to hope the eye bags would go away on their own.

So life went on, it went on without him. Although it hurt, it needed to, the world couldn’t stop for another 28 years, everyone couldn’t just forget again.

However much you wished they could.

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Emma and David had been trying to interrogate the shadow for months now. They had decided to keep Regina’s torture methods away and just had to hope that a non physical being had some form of conscience.

In those months they had nothing.

Nothing until the shadow gave off a mirage, a realm of bodies and their shadows caring for them.

And in the middle of it all was him.

The man you cared about most.

Killian.

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Waking up to a breathy humming and the feeling of hands in your hair wasn’t unusual.

In your grief, you had accidentally began to see Killian. You’d see him every morning, you’d see him at dinner, you’d even make him an extra plate.

You knew he wasn’t real.

But you needed to cope somehow.

There was a hole in your heart and you couldn’t just fill it with a child like Regina could.

This morning felt real though, it felt too real. But it also felt too good to be true.

You opened your eyes to see him where he usually sat, next to you, hands in your hair playing with the strands.

“Why must you torture me every morning.” You muttered. “He’s gone and he’s never coming back.. I’m never gonna wake up to him ever again so just! Just go away!”

You yelled.

You’ve been yelling at your hallucination of him a lot lately.

Usually he’d disappear, actually, every single time he’d disappear. But you turned around from where you were now sat up and he was still there.

He stared at you, tears in his eyes, reaching out for your cheek. He needed to touch you again.

“Killian..?” You whimpered out.

“I told you I’d be here when you woke up” he said, tears streaming down his face as he tackled you and held you in his arms.

You both sobbed. You cried like you hadn’t seen each-other in years. You held each-other like the other would slip out of grasp and disappear again.

You were here.

He was here.

You had him back, you had your home and he had your heart.

And in his heart he knew he’d never let you go ever again.

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What do the rogues smell like? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I know you probably asked this as a joke but I thought deeply about it anyway so here you go!

Riddler:

Lemon and lavender soaps.

Edward's dad was a hoarder and so Edward has a thing about his space being clean.

when he got his first apartment he kept it obsessively clean and as a side effect of this the place always smelled like the lemon and lavender cleaning products he'd scrubbed the place with.

And since this was the first place Edward ever felt safe, he ended up associating those scents with safety.

So all his soap and cleaning products to this day are either lemon or lavender scented, so he inevitably ends up with a near permanent air freshener like scent.

Scarecrow:

Pumpkin pie now but used to smell like chemicals.

Harley got him a basket of pumpkin spice everything as a gift for his birthday one year after he developed a toxin variation that was particularly pungent and he wasn't gonna waste perfectly good hygiene products!

And he has a genuine love for pumpkin taste so he keeps cans of it around to put in his pancakes every morning.

So yeah, The Master Of Halloween smells like thanksgiving.

You can still smell the chemicals if you get close though.

Mad hatter:

“Iris Poudre” by Frederic Malle, he doesn’t care that it’s a women’s perfume, he wants to smell like a sexy flower garden and everyone else can mind their own business.

Under the perfume he smells like whatever tea he drank that day and possibly like whatever sugary treat he baked to go with it.

Unless he's been in his lab all day, then he smells like metals and plastic.

And once in a blue moon when he needs to do some intense testing, cool ranch Doritos.

Except he never brings food down there with him so how....?

Mr. Freeze:

His condition causes him to have a permanent fresh snow smell which he was pleasantly surprised by.

Like the other scientists on this list carries a kind of "laboratory smell" with him.

His suit smells... weird. Like you can smell that a person was there but there's no sweat smell and its honestly a little off-putting. Luckily he cleans it very regularly.

He used to wear “Angel’s share” by Killian because Nora has good taste and wasn’t gonna let her husband smell like detergent and nothing else.

He'll start wearing it again when she wakes up.

Penguin:

“Tobacco Vanille” by Tom Ford mainly. The man wants to ooze class.

He also wears it because he always has a cigar after his lunch and dinner so he needs to wear something he knows won't clash scents with his Arturo's.

And if you're thinking that smell is strong, that's on purpose.

Oswald has a small group of birds in his atrium that he cares for personally out of affection, and because of that if you get right up close to him you’ll smell bird cage. Not great.

He might also smell like seafood after meals but not really in a bad way, more in a "Well fuck, now I'm craving Red Lobster!" way.

TwoFace:

“REPLICA jazz club” Because before he was Twoface he was a snazzy lawyer who wanted to smell like how big band music sounds.

There's also the medicine he puts on his acid burns which smells exactly how you’d expect it to.

The two mixing together isn't unpleasant but it is a bit confusing to get a whiff of if you don't know who it's coming from.

It smells kinda like an expensive hospital room.

He might also smell like Bloody Mary's if he's had a bad day.

Harley:

“Tutti Fruity Candy” by Bath and bodyworks

Unless she’s going to one of Oswald’s fancy parties, Then she wears “Into The Night”…. Also by bath and bodyworks.

She also smells a bit like bubblegum.

She smells like how a slumber party feels I think.

Just smells like fun!

Catwomen:

Has accumulated an impressive collection of expensive perfumes as gifts from various gentleman friends over the years and uses them almost at random so literally no one knows until she shows up.

She also smells a bit like cats.

Poison Ivy:

ROSES

Like a very aggressive rose smell.

Like you aren’t allowed to wear rose scented perfume in Gotham because it makes people try to evacuate the area.

Ivy could smell like any flower she wanted of course.

But who doesn't love roses?

Bane:

Harley strikes again and got him Dr. Squach products because he's Mr. manly man and she thought it was funny.

He shares John's "waste nothing" philosophy and used all of it, then bought more because he liked it.

His favorite scent is alpine sage but he changes it up sometimes.

He also smells like 24 hour fitness, because obviously.

He might also smell like peanut butter protein shakes.

Bookworm:

Musty dusty book smell.

He smells like a socially awkward moth eaten carpet.

He smells like an old arm chair with a cat sitting in it.

He smells like cocoa butter because he is an ashy bitch who needs to be moisturized.

Please buy him some cologne.

Killer Croc:

Waylon's home may be in the sewer but his home also happens to be beachfront property, so he smells like ocean mainly.

With all his free time between heists and such, Waylon often takes on elaborate cooking projects with a focus on BBQ and smoking meat. Which means he smells like a plethora of kitchen spices, smoke and herbs.

Maybe it's the alligator skin, maybe it's the jackets he wears, but he always smells a little like leather.

So the entire effect is "Bar and grill by the ocean with those really nice leather booths"

Please make him into a cologne.

Music Meister:

He avoids scented products to avoid irritating his respiratory system in any way.

So He just smells like a clean human.

Possibly lemon and honey from trying to soothe those vocal cords with weak tea.

Joker:

Is also a basic bath and bodyworks bitch, he wears “Among The Clouds”.

He does class it to the roof for formal events though and switches to "English Promenade 19" By Krigler.

If you catch him without any scent on he smells slightly acidic and some other rogues would describe him as smelling "sickly". He's not physically sick as his doctors can attest, in fact his chemical bath raised the PH across his body so he can't even get most diseases anymore.

Because of this he can tend to overdue it on the scent to hide the sickly and chemical smells.

Like Jervis, Joker often smells like his baking projects. (Except the project is almost exclusively some sort of pie.)

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