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spideyhexx · 14 days

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1 am thoughts with kit:

mdni; tw stepcest

Coriolanus and you, hooked up how long ago? Maybe a few months. Almost a year ago. And now your parents are marrying. An awful coincidence because the moment you’re in one another’s vicinity again, you’re both practically eye fucking one another and thinking about the one night you had.

One. Where he took you to his apartment and fucked you in his bed, multiple times. Where you had his cock down your throat and sat on his face because he wanted, no pleaded, that he needed to taste you like that.

How were you supposed to behave like normal? And your father was so happy with his mother, you couldn’t even bear to say anything to break it up.

Coriolanus pulled you aside after a family dinner and you spoke in hushed tones about how the two of you should just ignore what happened, that you don’t need to really be apart of each other’s lives that much. You’re both adults with your own things going on, it would be easy to avoid one another without rousing suspicion, right?

Except, of course, it wasn’t easy to ignore the man. Every time you caught his eye, you pictured how he looked, on top of you and pounding himself into you like he needed you to survive. You don’t know how it was possible. That night you spent with Coriolanus was unreal, unlike anything that it almost feels like a dream. You try to get him out of your mind and system, fucking other people, fucking yourself, anything, but your mind always goes back to him.

And it’s the same for him, he in turn gives into the fantasy a little more and thinks of you on your knees for him when he fists his cock in the shower. After he finishes, he always chastises himself, always tells himself he won’t do that next time but it was a lie.

You both ignore and ignore and ignore until one day, you both give in after your parents left for an evening dinner at a friend’s penthouse. The two of you, left alone for the first time really.

It takes an awkward conversation, two drinks each and Coriolanus’ knee touching yours before you’re all over one another in the couch of the lounge.

He would frantically pick you up after his lips felt bruised from yours, bringing you to your bedroom.

And while Coriolanus’ cock finally sinks into your cunt after the long period of the worst pleasures either of you experienced, he’s rambling like mad right to your ear, pushing his hands under your thighs and knees to get your legs higher. He needs to fuck you as deep as possible, he needs to remember how you feel.

“I’m so fucked up for liking this,” he grunts out, and he restrains himself from biting and sucking marks to your neck, so he just smushes his nose to it instead, “you’re so fucked up for it. You’re moaning like this for me? This is what you fucking needed huh? You’re so lucky I want it just as bad. The way you look at me during dinner sometimes hurts my cock,” and his words feel sharp, breathless and quick to your skin, as he ruts into you, primal and full of energy all for you.

Coriolanus doesn’t care that his own thighs are starting to ache, he doesn’t even care that you’ve already came, and you don’t care either.

“Cant believe how fucked up we are. We’re gonna fuck everything up,” but even with his words, he’s thrusting harder, he almost whimpers when you say, “shut the hell up, Coryo.”

#late night thoughts #idk what’s wrong with me #or what’s happened #longer version of other things I’ve wrote on this #and anons sent <3 #tw stepcest #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow drabble #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow blurb #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus smut

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restinslices · 3 months

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Stay

Bi-Han x Reader (no gender specified)

Word count: 1499

Summary: Just some sad angst about Bi-Han’s significant other leaving him from his POV. Inspired by that scene of Kaz telling Inej to stay and Inej saying she'll have him without his armor. You don't gotta know the scene to know what I'm talking about. Just follow the plot.

Bi-Han had a thousand thoughts spinning in his head and none of them wanted to quiet down.

He couldn't even focus on one. There were multiple voices in his head screaming at him, all of them wanting to be the loudest but all of them failing. It'd been like this ever since you made it clear that you were leaving.

Maybe some of this was his fault. No. Not maybe. This was his fault. He had become neglectful, and the edges he had became sharper and sharper. It seemed like he hurt you every time you got close.

Bi-Han being foolish and prideful thought it'd all go away. There was no need for deep talks, or breathers, or whatever else you managed to think of. He convinced himself it would all smooth over eventually. This was just a rough patch and it didn't seem to actually danger his relationship.

How wrong he was.

Time passed. Neglect built. Finally you two got into a huge argument and it seemed like this tipped the scales against him. You would be leaving.

He stood nearby but refused to look at you. Didn't matter though. His brain punished him anyway, making him relive the moment you slipped your ring off. It slipped off effortlessly, like it was always meant to come off. Like you two were always meant to fail.

Your stuff was gone, so he didn't understand why you were still here, but he didn't complain. You said something about grabbing a necklace, but he never saw you grab it and the last time he looked at you, you weren't wearing one.

Bi-Han had another problem besides his inability to look at you for an extended amount of time. His hands felt empty. He tried to pass time and fill that void by cleaning his mask with a hot rag, but it didn't work. It's not just that his hands were empty, it's that you weren't in them. It was weirdly funny when he thought about it. Bi-Han wasn't big on physical touch and whispering sweet nothings. He was capable of all the cutesy shit that was typical in relationships, he just didn't care for it.

But now? All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and force you to stay. He wanted to whisper every sweet thought he had about you in your ear. He wanted to praise everything about you, and he didn't mean just your looks. He wanted to praise you about the stupidest things; your walk, how you pronounce certain words, your laugh, how you look when the sun hits you, everything. Anything to make you stay. But he didn't. He stayed silent and he assumed that silence bothered you based on your sigh.

“I guess this is it then” you spoke, and it made his heart clench in his chest as he realized this would probably be one of the last things he heard you say.

He made a small noise of acknowledgement in response.

“Am I to take your grunting as words?”.

“Goodbye” he forced himself to say, but the words came out through gritted teeth. He could hear your footsteps get closer until you were in front of him. Your soft hands touched his, only to slide his mask out his hands and onto the table. He couldn't help but look at you then, taking in and memorizing every feature you had. There were plenty of things you didn't like about yourself. You were only human after all. Bi-Han disagreed about all of it though. If there was one thing he was forced to look at until his final days, he'd choose you everytime. He was just really bad at showing it and he hated himself for it.

“Is… is there nothing else you want to say? Just 'goodbye’?”

“What else should I say?”. You nodded then and a small “ok” left your lips. His fingers started to itch the second you looked away, that emptiness making itself known again. He didn't have his mask in his hands anymore, so his fingers tapped against each other, wanting desperately to grab you.

You had only taken one step.

“Stay”.

He didn't mean to say it. He didn't even notice he said it until you turned to look at him.

“What?”

“Stay” he said more firmly. His hand grabbed your wrist as if that would trap you with him forever. The tapping stopped, finally content now that you were touching. “I want you to stay”.

“And if I don't want to?”

“I need you to stay”.

It went silent then and he wished he could read your mind. Your face gave nothing away but sorrow and as tough as he tried to act, he knew his face looked the same. “I want you…”. He meant to add something else, but what was there to add? He couldn't pinpoint what about you he wanted. He just wanted you. All of you. Good, bad, ugly. He wanted it.

“And how do you want me to be?” You said after a second. “Obedient? Obeying your will? Being at your side when it's convenient and behind you when it's not?”. He looked away, not able to take how your brows furrowed when speaking and his hand slipped from your wrist.

He felt your hand touch his cheek and move his face to look at you. He couldn't help but close his eyes and lean into your touch, finding comfort in how familiar your hand felt against him. The world was incredibly cruel. It gave him the power to freeze everything but time.

“Do you want me to stay silent? To take what you give me and ask for nothing more? To never speak up? To just accept life for what it is?”.

His eyes scrunched together. Each word felt like a dagger being twisted inside him. Your voice narrated his memories and all he could see was how many times he took you for granted. If he could, he'd beat himself over the head and yell at himself to keep you close instead of doing what was natural and pushing you away.

“I want you Bi-Han”.

His eyes opened then, hoping maybe you changed your mind.

“But I want something different. And you… I'm not sure you're capable of change”. Your hand slipped from his face and he immediately grabbed your hand. He was delusional. He hoped the physical contact could somehow reignite the spark. Stupid and wishful thinking, but he hoped the Elder Gods were listening and would answer his prayers.

“I can change” he managed to get out. It was a lot quieter than his previous words, even if he meant for it to come out powerful and assertive. Something had to change your mind and convince you to stay. He'd bring all your stuff back by himself if he has to. He just didn't want you to start moving again.

You sighed and shook your head, “you don't change. This is just who you are and I can't take that from you”.

“Stay with me. Don't go”.

“I thought the Grandmaster would never beg or plead”.

“I do”.

Bi-Han was taught from a very early age that Grandmasters didn't negotiate. They never begged or pleaded or showed any signs of weakness. They ruled over their clan with perfection and always stood tall. Unmoving. There was no such thing as weakness.

But he was so incredibly weak when it came to you. Grandmasters didn't beg or plead but Bi-Han did, and he'd beg over and over for you to stay if it'd work.

That's the thing though. It wasn't working and he knew it.

He was far too late.

“I hope you know I loved you Bi-Han”

“Loved?”

“I love you”

“Then stay”

You smiled then. A smile that had absolutely no joy in it. Only mourning. Your hand slipped out of his and you reached up to wipe away the tears he didn't even know had fell. He wondered why you weren't crying. Whenever you fought recently, you always seemed to cry. Sometimes it'd be a few tears, other times you'd storm away and he'd hear you sob. Did he exhaust you this much? You had no more tears to spill? Did he really push you that far past your limits?

“I hope in our next life we're different. I hope we spend forever together”. Bi-Han wanted to argue with you. He wanted to shout at you and tell you that all of that could happen in this life, but he didn't. You made up your mind. It was clear. He didn't know what to say anymore. You loved him and he loved you so how did he mess it up this bad?

Your hand lingered until it finally left his face for the last time. You walked away, and this time he didn't stop you.

He watched you as you went, replaying your life together in his head and what he should've done differently.

I tried to pick the least threatening gif I saw and that was actually difficult. Where is your kindness sir? Also why is the indented shit spaced out so ugly in the beginning? Summary and word count not having one long line is gonna haunt me.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #bi han sub zero #bi han #bi han x reader #mk1 bi han #bi han x y/n #bi han x you #bi han imagine #subzero mk1 #subzero x reader #subzero x you #bi han angst #subzero angst #mk1 angst #idk what’s wrong with me #lin kuei

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meowpupp · 3 months

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tw//: spanking, fem reader, not edited

sweet puppygirl who asks price to spank her. who craves the feeling of her owners rough hand coming down harshly on her ass.

they’re calloused and rough from years of work, large and strong. with each spank the sting builds, only making you leak over his thighs.

but price is nice, he strokes your poor cunt between spanks, slowly circling your clit to soothe the ache. he lets you get all relaxed, soft and moaning for him, then makes you beg for another.

he can’t help how hard he gets as you beg for him to spank you. such a filthy pet, getting off to being punished, dripping all over his lap from a few harsh spanks.

and when you cum? two big fingers stuffing your tight cunt while his thumb circles your clit? he almost laughs. his dirty little pup, ass red and hot, cumming all over his fingers.

#i’m sorry i’ve been ignoring my inbox #i’ve been so uninspired #idk what’s wrong with me #anyways eat up freaks (/lovingly)#mw2 x reader #mw2 smut #price x reader #john price x reader #price x chubby!puppygirl #price x female reader #price x reader smut #john price x reader smut #john price smut #john pric

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ringsofsaturnnnn · 6 months

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mdni.

the muscles in your legs were cramping, a slight tremble evident. pathetic whimpers escaped your lips. a small string of “please, please, please!” resonating within the air. you weren’t speaking to anyone in particular, however. you were just crying out as you brought yourself closer to yet another orgasm. this was what.. your third orgasm? fourth? you had lost count as you chased another high with the toy you had pulsating against your clit.

your tummy was hurting as you pushed yourself to the brink of overstimulation. your forehead was drenched with sweat, small bits of hair sticking to your soaked skin. a few tears leaked from your eyes as you kept the toy on the fastest speed. “please!” you wailed again. pushing your head into the pillow, you continued to cry out helplessly.

you were so lost in your own pleasure that you didn’t hear the door to your bedroom open. you weren’t aware of your boyfriend’s eyes glued to your messy cunt. the way it spasmed helplessly around nothing. the way juices were leaking onto the bedsheets, soaking them through. letting out another pathetic cry, you finally pulled the toy away. “f-fuck!”

your chest was rising and falling with each gasp as you tried to let yourself come down from your intense high. more tears had started leaking from your eyes as you panted softly. your body jolted when the sound of someone clearing their throat reached your ears.

“looks like someone was having a little too much fun without me. hope you don’t have too much trouble cumming around my cock, princess..”

#armin smut #armin arlert smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #your fav smut #this is saturn brainrot #idk what’s wrong with me #i’m not sure what else to put for tags 😭#↳ saturn drabbles ☄︎. *

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maladaptivewriting · 2 months

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sometimes i’ll think that i really don’t fucking like someone and then i’ll discover that i actually just have a crush on them 😐

#regulus black behavior #idk what’s wrong with me

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dxrktopaz · 2 months

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i must be ovulating bcs i’m at the point where i could be breathed on and i would go feral

#idk what’s wrong with me #sub thoughts #brain go brrrrrrr

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 23 days

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Every time I go through the OrangeJuiceVerse I start fucking sobbing thinking about Stan my sweet boy he’s been through so much mentally oh my fuck

#i’m emotional #what else is new #this is from Sad Sack btw #which takes place a little before our boy stops drinking #sober Stan my beloved #south park #OrangeJuiceVerse #style #them #lmm voice: look at my son #it’s the lotr reference for me #OJV Kyle makes me cry too like precious sweet supportive dude asjddhkk #fic excerpt #idk what’s wrong with me #i don’t feel good #so I am posting random shit

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cheesymcbriz · 5 months

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do y’all ever get those moments where existence becomes fucking nauseating?

the idea of creating sounds in any way whatsoever, whether that be walking, talking, even whispering, makes me wanna fucking die.

the concept of doing anything most people would call self care makes me want to curl up in a ball in cry because it’s too overwhelming. eating, drinking, breathing, everything.

hell, even shit like showering, brushing my teeth, putting deodorant on, washing my hands, shit that not only am i supposed to be doing everyday but more than once a day (in some if not all cases)

i know this isn’t healthy, and i know most people might not think like this, but that doesn’t stop it from being true.

i honestly don’t know what is worse, i’m overreacting and nothing’s wrong get over it, or there is an issue and the only cure is to find ways to deal with it

tldr; everything is too much and nothing helps

#autism #actually autistic #autistic #tism #the tism #adhd #adhd things #autistic things #vent post #tw vent #personal vent #autism vent #adhd vent #anxiety #life is a bitch #idk what’s wrong with me #idk what’s going on

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weregonnabecoolbeans · 20 hours

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I am a simple human…

I open my laptop and wonder what to watch?

I immediately turn on Attack of the Clones for the 9th time this year

#idk what’s wrong with me #i keep watching this movie #it brings so much comfort idk #star wars #attach of the clones #star wars prequels #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #kate's post

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thefallofruins · 15 days

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Have I ever told you guys that I love Sukuna

#I’m in bed #super sleepy #idk what’s wrong with me #I’m barely even conscious

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foreverwinter222 · 7 months

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my year of rest and relaxation and the bell jar are too relatable right now

#books #coquette #the bell jar #sylvia plath #my year of rest and relaxation #ottessa moshfegh #pink #idk what’s wrong with me #aesthetic #literature #reading #female hysteria #female writers #female manipulator #female rage #girl interupted syndrome #girl interrupted #femcel #gaslight gatekeep girlboss

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happy-emmdings · 7 months

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So long, we’d become the flowers

Also on AO3

Warning: Major Character Death

Summary: Emma is forced to let Killian die instead of turning him into a Dark One in Camelot. Canon divergence, but in no way is it better.

Word count: 2 959

Author’s note: Inspired by Hozier’s song In A Week.

This is it. Emma is about to step into a brighter future. And the man she wants to share it with gives her a soft, encouraging smile across the room. It's all she needs to shed any last shred of fear. She raises the broken sword and the dagger to join them in the light.

Then, in just one fatal second, everything goes from hopeful to horribly, horribly wrong.

"Hook, what’s wrong?”

"He's bleeding!"

The shouts instantly pull her attention away from her task, just in time for her to helplessly watch Killian stagger and fall to the ground.

The cursed blades slip from her hands, and she drops to her knees next to Killian. Terror seizes her heart as she watches him writhe in pain and desperately gasp for breath. His hand is clutching his throat and it's already coated in bright red blood that seeps through his fingers and stains the metal of his rings.

“No," Emma croaks out a broken whisper, "no, no, no."

This wasn't meant to happen. He wasn't meant to leave her. He was supposed to stay. He always stays. He's her survivor. He promised. He promised.

“Excalibur was forged to cut immortal ties. A wound from it cannot be healed.”

She can't even see the painful grimace on his face through the tears pooling in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. But it's etched into her mind like a bleeding cut of her own.

She strokes his face gently and lovingly as if it could put him back together. She presses her shaking hand to his on the wound, trying to keep his life from escaping, but it slips right through her fingers. His eyes roll back into his head as he tries to rasp out a few comforting words. He's comforting her. Even now he's trying to make it easier for her. But it only makes it worse. Because God, she's gonna lose him. No. No no no. Oh, God, please no.

“Killian, you have to hold on," she begs him, grasping at the lapels of his coat until her knuckles turn white. "I can't lose you."

“It's alright," he tries to say, "Emma, it's alright."

It's not. It's the furthest thing from alright.

Her future is lying half-dead on the ground and he's as broken as the promise he made. And his face is turning as white as his lies, as all the blood slowly drains from his body. So much blood. Spilling out and drowning every last hope, painting that bright future red.

"No, please no. You have to stay," she sobs. "You have to stay. Come on, Killian. What about our future together?"

“Our future is now," he whispers in a low, tired voice between labored breaths. "Reunite the blades. So I c-can see you destroy the darkness before I g-go."

He's making a dying wish, she realizes. He's saying this is the end.

But this isn't a happy ending. This is an awful ending. This is a gruesome, blood-stained, futile tragedy.

Her true love, her future is laid down on this floor like a blood sacrifice at the altar of some foreign gods, and she has no say in it.

"No!" she cries.

"No?" Regina echoes incredulously.

"Emma, there's nothing you can do," her parents join in.

It's not true. She can save him. She will keep him. Even if it means pouring darkness into his veins and filling his head with demons. But what storm is there that they could not weather together? They can exorcise each other's demons, they can make this work.

They all plead with her not to do it. They tell her it'll come with the steepest of prices. But what price could be steeper than the one she's being forced to pay right now?

Her family is surrounding her on their knees. Her father is stroking Killian's head to comfort him as he's crying out in pain. Such tender care in their eyes, and they advocate for his death.

"I don't care what happens to me!" she argues against their pleas.

"Emma, wait."

"Please. Listen, you can't."

"Emma, your parents are right."

Killian can't even speak anymore. His eyes are clouded and distant and he's choking on his own blood.

How dare they say such things. How is this fair? After everything she's done for them. After everything Killian's done. Is he not family? Does he not deserve better than to be left for dead?

After she was promised as a sacrifice for the greater good on the day of her birth and made to bear the burden of their savior, how dare they tell her to give him up? After the risk she took for Regina and Robin, why can't she take the same risk for Killian?

"I'm not gonna lose Killian," she insists in a hoarse voice. "I won't let anyone stop me."

“No," she hears and the word pierces through her mind like a dagger and freezes her in place. The field of roses she's trying to reach in her mind is forcefully torn from her, and she remains nailed to the diner's floor.

She turns around with desperate fury in her eyes. Regina is holding out the blade with Emma's name on it. Blinding white-hot rage fills her at the sight.

“I won't let you do it, Emma," the Queen says, calm and resolute. "Let go."

Emma’s hands go slack on their own, losing their grip on Killian's leather coat. She glances at him with increasing panic in her eyes. Her heart is pounding so fast she might just die right there, immortal or not.

She's losing him. There's no time. Color is fading from his face. There's a puddle of blood around his head, soaking his ebony hair.

“What are you doing?" she barks out angrily, her voice breaking. She stares at her trembling hands.

"Saving you from making a mistake," Regina insists and her calmness sounds so infuriatingly arrogant to Emma's ears.

"No!" Emma sobs. "You don't get to do that! If you could have saved Daniel... or Robin... Look how far you were willing to go! How far you pushed me to save him! You can't do this to me!"

“I have to. You gave me the dagger, remember?"

"This isn't why I gave it to you!" she screams.

"This is exactly why you gave it to me," Regina counters.

“No! Give it to me. I take it back!"

"I'm afraid that's not happening," Regina shakes her head and takes a deep breath as she holds out the cursed blade. "I command you, Dark One, to let him go. For your own sake."

The command is final and nonnegotiable. It's a death sentence embellished with halfhearted self-righteousness. And there's nothing Emma can do against it. She might as well have her heart ripped out from her chest.

Emma wants to lunge at her but the tiniest of whimpers makes her whip her head around to look at Killian. All fight drains from her and she's left shivering with a cold dread, as her heart sinks deep into a pit in her stomach. She strokes his hair with a shaking hand and cries.

She can't even press her hand against the bleeding wound, no matter how much she wants to, because her own body refuses to obey her, as it's enslaved to the dagger's power.

Her forehead falls on his and she hugs him close, carrying them to the field of flowers in her mind.

“It's alright, Emma," he rasps out so quietly, she can barely hear him. "I don't want... to pay the price. I don't want to become t-that... It's enough... It's enough for me that... that you'll have that future."

"But that's not enough for me!" she cries desperately.

She calls upon the darkness to bring her Excalibur, but it doesn't come. The last command she was given still stands and her hands are tied. She can't do anything to save him.

She sobs into Killian's chest as it slowly ceases to rise and fall. The last thing she feels is a weak, trembling touch on the crown of her head. He uses his last drop of strength and consciousness to gently brush his fingers through her hair and then his hand falls limply at his side.

A loud, broken cry shakes Emma's entire body.

A part of her mind - that feels distant and separated, as if floating above her - is faintly aware of the birds chirping in the background and the rustling leaves, the sun on her skin and the sweet smell of flowers. They're back in the field of roses. Just the two of them...

She reaches for his hand, intertwines her fingers with his and pulls their joined hands close to her chest, over her beating heart. She keeps her eyes closed and snuggles into his side as if they're lying in bed together, in a home they share, in the house he picked.

But he is completely silent. Completely still. She can't steady her breath and he has lost his completely.

She'll never hear him snore. She'll never hear him laugh again. She'll never hear him say just the thing, she needs to hear when no one else gets it.

She wishes he would just say something so desperately, that it hurts.

"Say something, Killian," she whimpers into his shoulder and clutches his hand tighter. "Don't leave me like this."

Silence.

“Come back," she pleads quietly and strokes his face, smearing blood on his cadaverous skin. "Please, Killian."

Birds. Leaves. Breeze.

"You said you were a survivor. You said I didn't have to worry about you."

Not even a sigh.

“Liar," she sobs and holds him closer. "You're such a fucking liar."

They lie there. Like two bodies in a grave.

She can feel him slowly growing colder.

She knows that if she doesn’t get up now, she’ll just bury herself alive next to him. But she has to hide in the meadow, because he has taken off her armor and she can’t remember where it went.

At one point she rolls onto her back to lie at his side and keeps holding his hand, mirroring the way they lay in this exact same spot only a week ago. Maybe they just fell asleep there. Maybe she'll wake up to him snoring quietly next to her. Maybe she'll wake up and his hand will be warm again. Maybe he'll wake her with a sweet kiss and a playful tickle. Maybe she'll open her eyes to see him smiling down at her.

Slowly, she almost drifts off to a light slumber for the first time since she appeared in this godforsaken kingdom. But she can't.

The silence is deafening and the cold is seeping into her bones and the setting sun can't seem to warm her up.

And he's gone. And she's holding a corpse.

***

It takes almost an hour before they find her. They're all devastated and worried sick, but when Regina goes to summon Emma back, David stops her. He saw the look in Emma's eyes when she was controlled with it. They can't do it to her again. Especially not right now.

Henry doesn't say a word. He walks away to sit in a booth by himself, buries his face in his hands and cries quietly. Regina goes to comfort him, but he shrugs her hand off his shoulder.

When he raises his head up, they catch him staring blankly at the puddle of blood left behind on the floor. Someone quickly mops it up. Henry's eyes don't move from the spot.

The sun was just starting to set, when Emma disappeared with Killian. Now, the sky is slowly turning darker and a pink glow bleeds into the horizon.

"Where has she gone?" Snow asks anxiously after a long, stunned silence.

“How would I know?" Regina throws her hands up.

“We should go find her," Snow insists.

“Well, I could just summon her," Regina grumbles, waving her hand with the dagger.

“We said no," David frowns.

"Can you use the dagger to take us to her?" Snow asks.

"I think so," Regina nods.

The three of them glance anxiously at Henry. No words need to be spoken for them to agree that whatever state they'll find his mother in, he should not be there to witness it.

"Henry," Regina approaches him gently, keeping her voice low and comforting. "We're gonna find Emma, okay? We'll be right back, just stay here."

Her son nods slowly and looks at her with raw and unfocused eyes. Finally, he lets her hug him.

Regina doesn't look like she wants to leave but Emma's parents insist. So, she commands the Dark One to take them to her.

They're carried to a place far too beautiful for the sad occasion. In the dimness of dusk, pink petals of a myriad of flowers appear to shine in the dark tall grass, almost like fallen stars. In the midst of all that beauty, they see a chilling vision.

A couple lies in the grass, hand in hand. From a distance it looks like they are sleeping. But the pirate's skin is too pale and his cheeks are sunken and their joined hands are covered in dried blood.

Emma stirs and slowly sits up, when they begin to approach her. There are dried tear tracks on her face and her eyes are red from crying, but the look in her eyes is blank. She puts Hook's head into her lap and gently caresses his face with her knuckles.

David gulps, but he can't tear his eyes away. Snow sobs and covers her face. Regina just stares.

"Emma..." David starts carefully.

She looks at them and pouts, pulling the pirate's lifeless body closer to her chest as if to protect him.

"What are you doing?" Regina asks wearily. There's sympathy in her eyes but not patience.

Emma's eyes land on the dagger in the Queen's hand, and she looks at her in a way that makes even Regina's blood freeze.

"Why did you do this?!" Emma hisses and they all flinch. She doesn't sound like herself at all. "I could have saved him."

"We came here to get rid of the Dark One's curse, not multiply it," Regina crosses her arms. "The whole point was to save you."

"I don't feel saved," Emma spits. "Don't you get it? No one saves the Savior. I just keep paying the price. The price of your curse. Your bullshit."

“This isn't my fault!" Regina argues. "I didn't even have to bother coming here!"

“Maybe you shouldn't have," Emma frowns. "I never should have given you that damn dagger!"

"Emma, please," Snow whispers softly. "Killian wouldn't want to become the Dark One. He spent a lifetime trying to destroy him."

"Come with us, Emma," David pleads. "You can't stay here like this. He's-"

The rest of the sentence dies on his lips. He can't bring himself to say it out loud.

Emma buries her face in Killian's hair and a quiet sob shakes her frame.

Regina pulls out the dagger again.

"Don't make me make you," she sighs.

Emma looks up slowly. Her eyes are sunken, raw and dangerous.

"Regina, stop," Snow interferes with a hint of guilt visible on her face.

"We won't force you to do anything, honey," she turns to her daughter. "But please, come with us."

“For Hook, Emma," David pleads. "You can honor him by destroying the Dark One. Once and for all."

"I am the Dark One," she rasps blankly.

"Don't be stupid, Emma. Are you planning to spend eternity here? Because I don’t think these flowers will drown out the smell," Regina lectures her, ignoring the flare of anger in Emma's eyes. "Finish what you started. Unite the blades and end this."

Emma swallows a broken sob and glances down at the man in her arms - the body in her arms.

There is something absolutely chilling about the way her face goes blank when she finally looks up. Her eyes are vacant and it looks like she's staring right through them.

No, she isn't looking at them at all. A chill creeps up their spines with a paranoid feeling that something sinister is standing right behind them, staring back into Emma's eyes.

"Alright," she says calmly, her voice raspy and hollow. "I will. Give me the dagger then."

All their eyes are drawn to the wavy blade. Regina hesitates and tightens her hold on the hilt.

Emma raises her eyebrows and somewhere between the lines it feels like a threat. All the while, she continues to run her blood-stained fingers through Killian's hair.

It may just be the dusk playing tricks on them, but they could swear her hair is a shade paler than it used to be and her skin sparkles ever so slightly. Her eyes are unfocused and her smirk is sharp.

"What?" she asks coldly. "Are you afraid of me?"

#ouat fanfic #captain swan #killian jones #emma swan #dark swan #major character death #tw death #tw corpse #not a fix it #a ruin it if you will #idk what’s wrong with me #tragedy~#they’re so orpheus and eurydice #nya writes

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