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Não faço ideia de quantas e quantas vezes eu reli as mesmas palavras, esperando que elas mudassem, que fossem algo melhor. Um pedido de desculpas, um volta pra mim, ou um simples “acorda, te quero de volta”. Mas não. Foram claras. Mais, impossível. Senti rasgar cada pedacinho de mim, e ser jogado ao vento, para que me levasse pra longe. E não sei até quando eu ainda vou voltar ali e ler a mesma coisa, morrer de novo ao termino de cada palavra, esperando por um milagre, que ainda não aconteceu.
—  A Culpa é das Estrelas.

prompto: noct? he’s my best friend, my bro, my buddy, my- *trips* *thousands of pictures of noctis spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i- *slips on a pile of pictures* fu ck no they’re not mine i just- *more pictures fall out as he falls to his knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUst LISTEN

The Art of Remembering (1/?)

Summary: Killian hasn’t seen Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would have no idea who he is. Modern au 

Word Count: 4,700

Rating: T

Also on: ff.net, ao3

a/n: I’m so excited to start sharing this story! Thanks to @cutieodonoghue for giving it a read and being an amazing person. 


It’s way past when he should’ve been home that Killian Jones finds himself dragging his tired body in through his front door. Work hasn’t kept him this late in a long time and, to put it simply, he is exhausted. Even just slipping off his shoes and tossing his keys to the table is almost too much effort, his limbs heavy and awkward.

He doesn’t even bother to turn on the light—choosing to stumble through the front room by memory—before he groans and collapses onto the couch in a sprawled out heap.

He should just take the extra steps down the hall to his room and go to bed, knows he’ll probably regret staying up even later come morning. But as tired as he is, he knows how impossible it will be for him to fall asleep. Not with the way his mind is racing right now. It would keep him up for hours, running circles around things he would rather not think about this late at night.

So instead he stretches out his arm and blindly searches for the remote. The fluorescent glow of the television slices through the darkness as he skims through the channels with little interest. Nothing good is ever on at this time of night anyways. Eventually he settles on a rerun marathon of Friends and tosses the remote to the other end of the couch. Ignoring the way it bounces off the arm of the chair and clatters onto the floor.

He burrows a little deeper into the leather cushions, sighing at the relief it brings his aching muscles, and falls asleep sometime in the middle of the second episode.

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It’s Complicated

Summary: Killian Jones saved his best friends’ daughter from a curse 28 years ago, but that baby is now a grown woman who has just broken the curse. Oh, and she also happens to be Killian’s girlfriend.

FF | AO3

Notes: One-shot based on this artwork from @winterbythesea (@svenjaliv) and inspired by @spartanguard and @queen-mabs-revenge and a Lieutenant Shepherd idea. And yes, it’s another Cursed!Killian fic from me because apparently I can never get enough of him.

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He didn’t know why, but as soon as he heard the Evil Queen had breached the castle walls, his first instinct was to run into the nursery to protect the princess.

Killian Jones leaned against the locked door of her nursery and looked down at her as she slept quietly in his arms. How could she be so pure and quiet when chaos was raining down around her?

He couldn’t stop the sad smile he gave her as she yawned and stretched her arms, her tiny feet kicking his hook. He had picked up that little souvenir in a battle against Rumplestiltskin, a battle he fought for his friend, David. Well, his friend and his leader.

It seemed like ages ago when he first met Prince Charming, as his wife Snow lovingly called him, the man who oversaw the kingdom’s Navy. Killian and his brother had started out low in the ranks and worked their way up until he was serving as a lieutenant under his brother’s captaincy. David had been on his own adventures before meeting up with Snow, the princess of this realm, and marrying her.

Killian could still remember the looks on their faces when they told him and his brother that they were expecting a baby. Four friends who celebrated together when a daughter arrived under the toughest of circumstances. The Evil Queen was threatening to enact a curse, threatening to take away this happy ending. And now, only a few days after the baby’s birth, she was about to fulfill her quest.

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There’s a great mammal in the ocean known as the 52-hertz whale. All year, he practices his love song for the female. Travels thousands of miles to find her. But when he finally gets the chance to serenade her, she doesn’t give him a call back. Why? His love ballad is sung at 52 hertz, a sonic signature one note higher than the lowest sound of a tuba. The average female hears at 10 to 15 hertz. So she never hears his song.

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Tomco fic idea- Maybe sometimes Marco wakes up in the morning to find Tom just snuggled next to him.

Awww! This was so cute! A really nice and adorable idea for a little drabble! I hope you like it! Sorry it’s so short, it’s one of those little drabble things. Just a snipet. Enjoy!


These mornings were the best. Marco’s eyes fluttered opened and he saw the little bits of light coming in through the curtains. He smiled when he felt the familiar comfort of the moment. Days like this were always nice, when outside was freezing cold, but his bed was nice and warm. And he had no real reason to get up, so he could lounge as long as he wanted. Marco rolled over and saw something that made this nice moment even better.

Tom was curled up in a little ball at the foot of his bed like a kitten. But he had his arms out reaching up towards Marco, like he wanted to snuggle him, but didn’t want to wake him. Marco sat up and gently shook the demon to get him to open his eyes. “Tommy, come on.” Marco urged. Tom opened his eyes and Marco motioned for him to come closer. Tom didn’t waste any time. He crawled right up next to Marco and under the covers. Marco giggled and kissed his demon’s head. “Sweetie, it’s cold, don’t stay down at the foot of my bed.” Marco told him. “Come up here with me.” He smiled.

“Sorry Mar-Mar.” Tom yawned and the two cuddled closer. Marco smiled and nuzzled Tom’s hair, holding him around the waist.

“This is the third time you’ve come by recently.” Marco said with a teasing tone. Tom smiled and moved closer still. He pulled the blanket around the two of them.

“I know.” Tom smiled. “Sometimes I wake up at night and get lonely.” Tom responded. At hearing this, although it was just a little thing, Marco hugged Tom tightly. Even though it wasn’t such a pathetic thing to say, the thought of his demon feeling anything less than totally content and loved made Marco nauseous.

“Aww! My poor Tommy.” Marco gushed. Tom blushed and pushed Marco away gently and playfully.

“Stop it, it’s not a big deal. Sometimes I just like to see you.” Tom responded. Marco grinned and covered Tom’s face in little kisses. He moved Tom closer to him and grasped his shirt. Tom smiled and wrapped his arms around Marco.

“I know you do, and I really do love that I’m the first one you come to.” Marco admitted. “You know that even if you just feel a little bit lonely, or a little bit sad, you can always come to me?” Marco asked him. Tom smiled and nodded, playing with the string on Marco’s hoodie. He wore that red thing all the time, even to bed when it was cold enough. And Tom loved it. He would steal it and wrap it around himself, it made him happy, like Marco was hugging him. And sometimes when Marco would go away for a while, he would leave it with Tom. And Tom would hold onto it every night.

“I know, I can always come to you.” Tom whispered. “And I always will.” He added. Marco grinned and brushed Tom’s pink hair from his face. He looked so cute all smushed against the pillow, with two of his eyes closed and the other looking at him sleepily.

“You can get some sleep, love-bug.” Marco told him. Tom yawned and closed his eyes, smiling when Marco situated himself more comfortably in his arms. Marco closed his eyes and made sure the two of them were cuddled close and happy, warm despite the cold air in the room. Marco felt Tom’s grip on him tighten and he smiled.

These morning were the best.

Soooo….I’m working on the CS AU Slow Burn Abstinence Fic (which, dammit, needs an actual name) off the prompt @bleebug posted on her list (see first prompt here), but it’s turning out to be a MUCH longer fic than I’d anticipated and my writing time is a bit limited right now, so it’s slow going. But I’m antsy to share a little of it, and I’m also a little antsy because it’s turning out to be the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written (when they finally cave, they CAVE), and I’m a little nervous about my smut-writing abilities. So. All that is building up to saying…have this tiny, baby bit of smut (seriously, it’s about as long as this paragraph) to start off your Thursday morning, both as a teaser for the full fic, and as a way of me getting over my nerves about posting stuff like this (p.s. constructive feedback is welcome!!).

This takes place pretty late in the fic…when their mutual resolve is, um, weakening. Smut under the cut!!

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