we’re so glad he didn’t.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

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Jennifer Morrison, Colin O'Donoghue & Andrew J. West share their best memories on the set of OUAT (x)

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Spooky CS Fics: Day 9 "The Case of the Heart in Armor"

This short MC was originally written for a fandom event called @csrolereversal where authors created stories to go along with a piece of fanart. I have always been pretty proud of it, that's why I saved it for so close to Halloween! It's a sort of My Fair Lady/Sherlock Holmes/witch mashup AU, set in Victorian Era London. Liam and Graham are both alive and well (because it's my story and I wanted them to be! ;p) I hope you'll read and enjoy this if you haven't seen it before - or even if you have!

** The cover art was made for me by @apiratewhopines after they read it which just made me super happy!! The art that inspired it can be found at the end of the story as well. It was created by @courtorderedcake and is really lovely - it is even animated (if I have reposted it correctly!)**

Summary: Killian “Holmes” Jones is rarely surprised or shocked anymore, but that all changes when he meets one very stubborn - and very beautiful - pickpocket, and trouble brews in the distance, hidden by the London fog…

Can also be found from the beginning on AO3 

Part One

Almost instantaneously, Killian “Holmes” Jones knew something had happened. There was very little that escaped his notice - ever - and the fact that someone had just nicked the gold pocketwatch he always wore was immediately evident, despite their having one of the lightest touches he had experienced in his time walking the seedier London streets. An expectant hush lingered in the air, as if his very surroundings waited to see how he would proceed, and if he could pinpoint just who had divested him of his valuable.

At first glance, the dingey, fog-shrouded and mostly deserted street looked the same as it ever did. There were distant sounds of carriage wheels and horses’ hooves clopping along the cobblestones a street over, the echo of vendors crying their wares, and the distant puff of trains pulling in and out of the station at Marylebone, but in the street where Jones stood, not far from his favored pub, where he was to meet Graham Watson and his older brother, once Liam had left his cushy government office for the night, to share some dinner, things were comparatively calm and still.

365 Days of Colin O’Donoghue [Day 4]

Killian Jones Hiatus Meme ↳ Week 3: Killian Jones + one emotion (vulnerability)

Killian Jones Hiatus Meme ↳ Week 3: Killian Jones + one emotion (vulnerability)

Spooky CS Fics: Day 2 "Put a Spell on You (Because You're Mine)"

My second entry for the #13spookycsdays is this mini-MC. I've always been pleased with how this late season 4 canon divergent fic turned out, and I'm trying to gain it a little more love and a few more eyes to see it. It was written right after the 4b episode "Sympathy for the De Vil" and picks up pretty much where that episode left off. My idea for how the Darkness would lure Emma, and even how it would manifest, was way different than the way the show took it, so this is now definitely canon divergent from that point. If you read this again, or if you're seeing it for the first time, I hope you'll enjoy!

Summary: He's been watching the changes for weeks now, worrying about her well-being and the demons she's fighting... When it all goes crazy, will he be able to help her step back from the brink? (A 4B chaptered story, taking off somewhere near 4x18, and carrying on from there. CS, obviously and all the way)

***Also available from the beginning on AO3 or ff.net, if either of those are your preference...***

by: @snowbellewells

i. darkness creeps in

The deepening purplish circles under her eyes have been growing ever more pronounced, worrying him for weeks now. She is both anxious and jittery, yet bone-weary and weighed down by the cares upon her shoulders. Emma Swan surely thinks that she has hidden her stress and fatigue well, but to one who knows her (and he does know her – as well as she will allow anyone to) the strain is beginning to show.

When they part ways at night now, she tilts her face up to his, grinning a warm, secretive smile and awaiting his gentle kiss, and he tucks her hair behind her ear, cradles her cheek in his hand, profoundly happy to steal a few moments alone with her. Yet, he also finds himself near to biting a hole in his tongue to keep back his words of caution for her, his fear that she is pushing herself too hard, too far, too soon. He cannot risk driving a wedge between them or making her run – not now. She is already keeping her distance from her parents, no longer staying with them in the loft. He has gone back to his ship since the Jolly’s return to him, and so has offered her the use of his room at Granny’s – paid for the month in doubloons that the old woman bit to check for authenticity, then grinned conspiratorially, accepted, and ferretted away in some hidden pocket of her skirts. However, he wonders if Emma paces the floor all night, or haunts the library seeking answers with an equally sleepless Belle, or simply drives aimlessly for hours; whatever it is she does, he can plainly see that she is not resting.

Killian Jones is not a man afraid of much on this wide earth’s surface, but Emma turning her back on him now and walking away is a haunting phantasm that never truly leaves his mind. And it is no longer simply the pain he knows he will feel, but the fact that she needs his support more than ever. He is more afraid for her safety and her sanity than he has ever been, and he does not know what method to try.

Those worries and fears all come to a head as he skids to the edge of the cliff face, behind a stunned, crushed-looking Mary Margaret and David, where he can clearly see Emma and Henry clinging tightly to one another frantically; panting, near tears, and much too close to the drop-off, but at first glance seeming whole and unharmed. He does not know where the rotten banshee who tried taking Henry has gotten to, has missed the entire showdown due to what he knows must have been Gold’s trickery and machination with the shell and Henry’s voice. He wanted to be there and have his Swan’s back, but he feels intense relief to see that she seems to have done just fine on her own.

A rush of air brushes along his skin as Regina charges up behind him, nearly bowling them all over as she calls out her son’s name in a voice harsh with desperation, clearly having been slowed by a similar deception to the one which fooled him. Killian merely steps back so that she can see her boy has been saved and reach him.

It is only as Regina falls to her knees on Henry’s other side, pulls him into her arms, and Emma shifts back slightly, that he is hit by a jolt of fear upon getting a good first look at her face. The reddened irritation beneath her lovely eyes has taken on an even more pronounced hue, making her look angry and more than a bit unhinged. He takes a weak step forward, wishing to soothe, to comfort…but then she leans to peer over the edge. Killian realizes in a flash that Cruella must have gone off the precipice, that the villainess is truly finished, no longer a threat. However, he is frozen in place, a chill of foreboding running down his spine, when Emma turns in his direction once more.

Her gaze is unfocused, not resting on any of them, but turned inward as if contemplating what she thinks of Cruella’s demise. Killian’s heart does not truly splinter until he sees a small, ill-suited little grin of satisfaction sneak over Emma’s lips…almost as if she is pleased with what she has done.

And he knows. Knows with the sinking certainty of one who has crawled back out of the pit and still clearly remembers the darkness’ pull, that something inside of his beautiful Emma has turned. A bit of his Savior’s shining, bright light has gone out.

CS AU: The Craving in Between (1/1)

A/N: This fic is inspired by a scene I read in The Vampire Diaries books over 20 years ago. You’ll see it reimagined later in the fic. I am also borrowing elements of the lore TVD uses, but this is NOT a Vampire Diaries AU.

I had originally considered posting this as a two shot, but couldn’t find a place to separate it that I was happy with, so you get to read the thing in its entirety. Much love to @kmomof4​​ and @artistic-writer​​ for their beta services. Also, I cannot flail enough over @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713​​ art! Please go give Kayla some love, she absolutely deserves it! Finally, thank you to the @cssns​​ mods for holding this event again. I have loved being a part of it over the last few years!

Rated M / ~17,500 words / Available on ao3 and ff.net / buy me a coffee

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The bar was its usual self, brimming with wall to wall co-eds blowing off steam at the end of a long week that had them hurtling towards winter finals. Emma Swan sat perched on a barstool, on display in a red dress that highlighted all of her assets. A few of her male classmates had attempted to garner her attention, but she was too preoccupied to pay them much heed.

It didn’t stop them from continuing their efforts though.

“He isn’t here,” Emma’s ex, Neal, told her after she spent more time looking around the bar in search of a certain pair of vivid blue eyes, auburn scruffed jawline, and artfully mussed dark hair than paying any attention to whatever he was saying to her.

“Who?” Emma asked with an air of innocence, sipping her drink then snapping her attention to the door as it opened, revealing… not him.

“Jones,” Neal grit out. “That’s who you’re all dressed up for, right? You, and every other pathetically simple-minded girl at this university.”

“Excuse you?” Emma’s eyes swung back to his, her hand clenching around her glass while she decided whether or not to hurl its contents into his face.

His expression gave her pause. It wasn’t exactly remorse, more like he was steeling his resolve to say something.

“Look, Emma. It isn’t your fault,” he said, leaning in so he wouldn’t be overheard by those around him. “Jones has this… ability. He can make people feel things, do things, they wouldn’t otherwise do.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“He’s not… he’s not what you think he is.”

“A teaching assistant?”

“No,” Neal whispered harshly, flicking his eyes around them quickly before coming even closer to whisper into her ear. “Human. Jones isn’t human.”

Emma couldn’t help the snorted laugh escaping her.

“I’m serious!” Neal hissed, grabbing her wrist in a tight grip. “My father told me all about him. Emma, the man is dangerous. I’ve seen you flirting with him, and I’m telling you to be careful. Don’t go drawing his attention.”

Emma yanked her arm away from him, every bit of humor gone from her mood. “We’ve been over and done with for over a year, Neal. You don’t get to tell me who I can or can’t flirt with.” She stood and grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair, forcing her arms into the sleeves with irritated force. “And I’m not the only one who’s been flirting,” she stated smugly. “I’ve already got the man’s attention, and that’s made you jealous. You’re the pathetic one, Neal. Not me.”

Enraged, Emma exited the bar, pulling her jacket tightly around her to ward off the brisk night air. Knowing Neal would be in hot pursuit, she darted around the corner that led back to the off-campus home she shared with three other housemates, planning to take a shortcut down the alleyways.

Her heels clipped along the pavement, snapping a terse rhythm as Emma’s mood continued to sour. Stupid Neal and his stupid jealousy. She hadn’t been the one to end their relationship at the end of sophomore year. Finding him in bed with another girl had done that quite effectively. He was lucky she was willing to let him back into her good graces at all, so they could at least be civil with one another as they finished out their courses while pursuing the same degree.

She wasn’t feeling too gracious towards him right now, though.

Emma shivered at the biting wind whipping through the street as she crossed from one alley to the next, the tight, thin dress beneath her jacket doing little to help keep her warm. She’d chosen it earlier that night hoping to impress a certain teaching assistant from one of the classes she and Neal shared. Killian Jones. A doctoral candidate several years her senior, and super hot to boot, Emma couldn’t deny she’d initially started flirting with him just to get under Neal’s skin, but as the semester went on and her overtures were met with equally witty and flirtatious banter, Emma had to admit there was something about Killian Jones that drew her to him.

Emma rolled her eyes, and not some mystical, mumbo jumbo, supernatural bullshit. Another scoff left her lungs, hanging before her in a mist of cold sarcasm. Not human. She shook her head. Well, what the hell is he then, Neal? She was almost curious to know what her ex thought Jones was. Almost.

Maybe the night wasn’t a total loss. Emma knew Killian lived close to campus, something her stalker-esque housemate, Ruby, had discovered earlier in the year. If he wasn’t at the bar she’d been staking out in the hopes of running into him, then he might be working late with one of the professors he assisted. She could always head that way on the off chance of running into him on the quad.

Wow, Emma. Desperate much?

Another huff puffed past her lips. Yeah, she wasn’t going to wander around campus in the freezing cold just to catch a glimpse of him. She was not one of the pathetic, simple-minded girls Neal accused her of being. In fact, she was going to head home and not think about Killian Jones for the rest of the evening.

Too bad the evening had other plans.

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Reblog #2 for today’s 13 Spooky CS Days is my 2020 submission to the @cssns. Who doesn’t love some vampire!Killian?

The devil in your eyes

This edit was inspired by lwxisee on TikTok, but I got carried away too much with transitions

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CS AU: A Light Worth Living For (1/?)

A/N: Yup. Here it is. Yet another Dark Hook fic from me, lol. I am very excited to share this with y’all, and can’t thank the @cssns​ mods enough for giving us another year of supernatural goodness. I originally intended for this to be a two-parter, but I didn’t quite get to the cut off point I wanted for part one, so… it’s now an MC. My plan is to post every other week (on Sundays) until I am finished writing it, then I will update weekly.

Much love to @zaharadessert​ and @kmomof4​ for their fabulous beta work, and to @artistic-writer​ and @courtorderedcake​, as well as all the ladies on the Discord for being such great cheerleaders. Also, so. many. flails. to @wefoundloveunderthelight​ for the incredible art!! Love you all!!

Rated E (eventually) / available on ao3 and ff.net / add to tag list / buy me a coffee  

Chapter One

The Dark One pinched the bridge of his nose and let go a heavy sigh. How many more of these audiences must he endure? Peasants had come from far and wide to throw themselves on his mercy, though they had to know he possessed no such virtue.

It was all about the deal.

When Hook first became the Dark One, villagers would show up at all hours on any given day to plead their case of woe to him. Tired of inconvenient interruptions, he’d arranged these audiences. Three days each season when a person could avail themselves to his reception. A time that also allowed his servants to collect the taxes owed him as Lord of the lands. Not that he needed their paltry offerings, it was merely an exercise in social norms and customs. A way to keep the good people of his corner of the Dark Kingdom feeling secure in their little lives (and a way to keep the realm’s queen off his back). They paid their taxes, they did not incur the Dark One’s wrath, their crops, farms, and livelihoods went on being prosperous for another season, and they let him be within the confines of his castle’s walls.

A win-win for all.

So long as they were able to pay.

“My Lord, the delinquent tenants are ready for your audience,” his steward announced.

Hook gave the man a nod and shifted his position to give himself a more imposing posture. Finally, the last group of the last day. The poor unfortunate souls who found themselves unable to pay their taxes and now had to face the Dark One’s judgment.

Watching the frightened peasants as they were herded into the great room, his eyes landed on a familiar face. He fought back against the sinister smile that tugged at the corners of his lips and began running his fingertips over the pad of his thumb in preparation of the Darkness he was about to unleash.

One by one, those indebted to him came forward. He allowed his steward to work out the details of their accounts based on what was still owed and what they might have to offer in the way of alternative forms of payment. Some merely needed more time in order to sell goods, or to collect for services. Others agreed to work off their debts in the service of the Dark One. Most of the cases were simple and straightforward, easily handled without his direct involvement.

That was, of course, until the last remaining tenant stood before him.

“Next, Mr. Neal Cassidy.”

The man stepped forward, a tattered looking cap twisting nervously in his hands as he bowed before the dais the Dark One sat upon. “My Lord.”

The Darkness swirled in giddy anticipation. The last in a long line of descendants begat from his old nemesis stood before him with a great sum owed. The various ways in which Hook could require repayment danced within his mind and tapped out a chorus of impatience from the tip of his hook against the armrest of his chair.

“Do you have any assets or services to provide his Lordship in the way of payment towards this debt?” the steward asked.

“I do, sir,” Cassidy replied, clearing his throat awkwardly. “My wife.”

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KILLIAN JONES IN EVERY EPISODE 2.10, The Cricket Game

Hook Hair #2

And here is the second post about Hook's various hair styles, featuring that ever important and sexy chest hair. If you missed the first post, you can find it here . Thanks again to @duathadun for the inspiration and my fellow travelers on our annual girls' trip @kmomof4 @snowbellewells @whimsicallyenchantedrose & @hollyethecurious , who exhibited limitless patience in helping me create the pic sets.

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