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moonlight sonata (w. turner)

summary - lost at sea, you were found by your husband and love of your life; will turner, captain of the flying dutchman

warnings - death/dying but being brought back to life

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Canons screaming their deadly song, fire dislocating the limbs of your ship from its sacred body. The beak, the mast, until it engulf the waist whole. Your ship scattering across the sea.

A sonata of chaos rang through your ears as you were flown off The Moonlight. That monster of a foreign pirate ship had turned agains’t you, madly wrecking your ship to shreds and leaving you and your crew defenseless against their wrath. A peace treaty, they said.

It didn’t take long for your beloved ship to be doomed to not see another sunrise.

You did not know the last words that slipped passed your lips. In between the screams, commands and howling of anything your team could do to grasp at the strings of your dying beauty.

Then you felt it before the fall. Something so heavy it felt weightless against the side of your temple. You felt the water, the blue of the waves reaching to the sky before the world went dark, the sea engulfing you whole in its hungry reach.

Your heart about to stop as water bedded every corner of your body, a trail of blood following you down—but before your lifeless self could even reach the sand that rested in the depths of the cold sea, the Flying Dutchman took hold of all the bodies sinking around the ship, rising as it did.

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Captain William Turner settled himself on deck as he scanned the sea, watching the pieces of the boat that was viciously ripped to shreds, float around his own ship. Fear settled in his stomach as he began to regonise the parts, the gilded wood, the stained windows that sea licked to shreds. His mind, bringing them together like a jigsaw puzzle.

His chest began to ache. His eyes wide, shining as it searched for something, anything that could give him the answer he was searching for.

Then his world stopped.

a thousand miles away, in a place only you knew, if you went close enough to the chest lulled by the ocean breeze, you would hear the clear missed beat of his heart.

The neatly curved and gilded plank of wood with golden writing floated neatly and proudly atop the water.

"It’s The Moonlight,” Will clenched the railing so tight his already pale knuckles became whiter. He turned around in a hurry, scanning the mass of bodies that laid between life and death, sprawled across the deck of his ship like freshly caught fish.

If Will’s heart had still been in his chest, he would have felt it beat into his ears and would have almost feel it break—

The arhythmic rythme of his heart echoed across the iron walls of the tripled locked chest.

he saw your sword.

He had made it, he knew it was yours, and the more he looked around the more he began to regonise your crew, and the ache in his heart lit in his body like fire across rum.

Under the mass of wet cadavres, a delicate lifeless hand laid there, sticking out of the pile.

He regonise the ring that layed on your finger, and with quick, sharp movement he pushed anyone that stood on his way to you, only to reveal your cold traits.

"No. No, no, no," he kneeled by your side, "Y/n." He cried, placing his thumb across your cheek.

He rested his forehead against your cold one, slipping a hand over your heart. His tears uncontrollable as he tried to sense a beat, anything that could pull you back to life.

But he could even feel it, your soul was on the rim of travelling to his locker, just like all the people laying around him.

He thought he cried, screamed, he couldn’t know through the ringing in his ear as he closed his eyes and squeezed you as tight as he possibly could against him.

At this very minute he didn’t care. He knew he was being selfish. He knew that maybe this is not what you wanted, but he wasn’t thinking clear. How could he?

Still squeezing your body with his entire strength, wishing you could make one, he took your soul back from the grip of his locker, making you his prisoner.

"Who is this?" A pirate, once a nameless face amongst the crew of Davy Jones, but Will made it his mission to know the names of everyone under his charge, spoke up.

Bootstraps Bill was standing next to the man, a frown creasing between his own brow. He might have missed a lot of things in his son’s life: first words, first steps, the tantrums he’d throw as a child, his first sword fights. Maybe that’s why he decided giving his life to the Flying Dutchman was better than a life on ground, to finally have time with his kid.

But maybe if he had been more present before he would have already seen him cry, and it wouldn’t have taken him by such surprise.

Seeing his son, the strong and fair Captain he had become. The one who had defeated Davy Jones and so many other enemies of the sea, kneeling down before the love of his life’s lifeless body, incontrolable sobs slipping past his lips.

But the man besides Bill had asked a question no one else knew the answer too, and people were starting to whisper about how such a beautiful soul was connected to their Captain.

So he spoke, speaking what he knew to be true; "Captain’s wife."

"Oh. Didn’t know she was a pirate," he spoke with amazement lacing his tone. "She’s real pretty,"

The man did not have time to answer, because they watched in amazement as the cursed ruler of the sea, worked his magic.

You coughed water out, gallons coming out of your lungs, breathing becoming impossible but not lacking. The fog in your eyes dissipated, and just like the last thing your eyes admired as they closed for what was suppose to be the last time, the sky was there, in all its glory the sky created a beautiful halo, perfectly framing him.

His eyes, shinning in their darkness and looking at you like a sailor would look at the world’s greatest treasure.

"Will?" Your body felt like fire under his touch. The feeling like electricity running up and down. Your hand reached for his cheek, brushing the skin that you hadn’t felt in too long.

"What happened?" You asked, breathless as you wiped a tear away with your thumb, gently tucking a strand of his wet hair out the way.

You watched as Will closed his eyes at the contact, he could melt right there and finish his days happy—gods he missed you so much.

"You died-" he sniffed and your face twisted.

"I’m dead?" You questioned the confused look on your face making him slightly laugh. "I’m actually dead?"

"Yes," Will was about to tear up again as he closed you into a hug, kissing your forehead as he did.

"Well I do not feel dead," you frowned. "Is this how you feel?" looking back up to meet his eyes, watching as he gave you a tearful nod. "death is overthought then,” you reassured. "I mean I get to be with my husband, don’t I?" Your voice was soft, and your fingertips softer as you traced his every trait. "I mean—I get to stay with you right? Even though I will be your prisoner? Just do not send me away-"

"Who said I was sending you away, love?" He questioned, and grin filled your lips as you were now inches close to him.

"No one, Captain Turner." You smirked before getting lost in his eyes for the third time. Will did not hesitate to close the gap between your two bodies, pressing his lips yours in a sealing kiss, pulling away just enough to breathe against your lips;

"Welcome aboard Mrs. Turner."

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I’m obsessed with the bit in the Hobbit films where Thranduil tells Legolas to go find Aragorn— because if you care enough to dive through the layers of obscure knowledge it takes to understand the timeline, then you’re also the exact kind of LOTR Film Nerd who knows why the moment actually doesn’t make sense.

Tiny brain: “oh cool Legolas will find Aragorn”

Small brain: “ummm actually in the first Hobbit film it says that The Hobbit take place 60 years before Bilbo’s 111th birthday in lord of the rings? So wouldn’t Aragorn be a baby?”

Medium brain: “ummm actually if you watched the extended cut of The Two Towers, it’s made clear that Aragorn is a descendant of Numenor who has an abnormally long lifespan. He is 87 at the time of Lord of the Rings; 60 years earlier, he was 27, a very reasonable age for him to have made a name for himself as a ranger.”

Large Brain: “Ummmm actually in the book it’s confirmed that there’s a twenty-year gap between Bilbo’s 111th birthday party disappearance to Frodo leaving the Shire with the Ring. The Hobbit quest happened 60 years before Bilbo’s famous birthday party. 87-60-20=7 years old. Aragorn would be a lil guy. He would not yet be Strider, the timeline makes no sense.”

Giant brain: “ummm actually the screenwriters have confirmed that the 20 year gap is not canon in the film’s universe. First, it’s really not portrayed as a 20-year-gap in the films— it’s written and shot as if it were a couple months. The screenwriters were also aware of the implications of removing it. For example, in a behind the scenes commentary they discussed how their portrayal of Frodo is much younger than the version in the book —because they removed the 20-year gap. Film!Frodo is an innocent youth going out on his own for the first time, in contrast to the book’s more mature adult— and that deeply affects his characterization throughout the trilogy.

We can consider Legolas’s journey to meet Strider an official canon confirmation that the 20-year gap did not happen in the film’s universe. So the timeline makes sense!”

Galaxy brain: “okay, but even if the timeline works with the LOTR films, this new backstory doesn’t work with the LOTR films’ portrayal of Legolas’s character.

In the Hobbit films, it’s retconned that Legolas went to find Aragorn because he was so overwhelmed by all the death he witnessed in the Battle of the Five Armies. It’s retconned that he has a mother who died when he was young, and a grief-stricken father, and that he’s constantly Angsting over both. it’s also retconned that Legolas was in unrequited love with a grieving woman who loved a dwarf tragically killed in battle. Legolas feels he can no longer stay in the Woodland Realm because of all this loss, which is why he decides to find a new purpose with Aragorn.

But in the Lord of the Rings films, part of Legolas’s character arc is that he’s witnessing death and mortality up close *for the first time in his immortal life.* He’s a fae magical immortal who’s not used to death affecting him personally. This character arc is unique to the films. (it is not reallllllly in the books, and doesn’t jive with the way Tolkien writes elves in general— but it is the way the films chose to rewrite Legolas’s storyline. )

film!Legolas reacts to Gandalf’s death with bewilderment, acting lost, as if he’s experiencing emotions that are entirely new to him. This acting decision is discussed explicitly in behind the scenes materials. Legolas has rarely encountered this kind of death, not in a way so close to him personally, so it’s hard for him to even comprehend. Legolas’s unfamiliarity with mortal death continues through Boromir’s death and into the Two Towers, where he gradually grows more worried over the lives of Aragorn/ the people of Rohan. He reacts with bewildered anger when told to leave Aragorn for dead, and then lashes out at Aragorn when he thinks that everyone at Helm’s deep will die (only to receive the response: “then I shall die as one of them.”)

This character arc ends in Return of the King, with a famous bit of dialogue that does not appear in the books. Gimli says he “never thought he’d die side by side with an elf,” and Legolas cheerfully responds “what about side by side with a friend?” Mortal death goes from something Legolas finds distant/unfamiliar, to something he accepts as a natural part of living among mortals.

This is similar to the changes the films make to Arwen’s character, vs the original book. In the films, both of the “young” elves have arcs about encountering death up close, and yet continuing to love the mortal world. The films contrast them with the “older” wearier elves like Elrond and Galadriel. Obviously this theme is more of a focal point in Arwen’s plotline, but it’s also relevant to Legolas. (And! In early drafts of the Two Towers, Arwen joined Aragorn at Helm’s Deep— I have a theory that the scenes where Legolas worries over Aragorn’s death were originally written for Arwen.)

So!

if you care enough about the Lord of the Rings films to understand that “there is no twenty year gap,” that Frodo is a young ingenue instead of middle-aged adult, that the films have their own storyline/characters/timeline separate from the books, and that therefore the timeline of Legolas meeting Strider can make sense …

….then you also probably care that Legolas had a specific character in the LoTR films, and this new backstory contradicts it.

Giving Legolas a new core motivation where “he’s overwhelmed by angst/grief from encountering too much death” undercuts his entire characterization in LOTR, which was meant to be about encountering mortal death up close for the first time. It also cheapens really impactful moments from LOTR— like Orlando Bloom’s performance after the death of Gandalf, where he really captures the idea that this fae immortal is struggling to comprehend the ordinary human emotion of grief.

And that’s why so many critics get that moment in The Hobbit wrong XD. People always try to critique it from a timeline/continuity perspective, when in reality, the timeline continuity makes perfect sense!!! The actual problem is the way it poorly attempts to retcon Legolas’s entire characterization. And IMHO that’s a much more serious flaw than a continuity error. It’s not “making a math mistake,” it’s undercutting the meaning of Legolas’s story in LOTR.

Super Mega Galaxy Brain: “nothing in the hobbit films is canon except the pieces I like”

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Once Upon A Time - 2.05 The Doctor

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moonlight sonata (w. turner)

summary - lost at sea, you were found by your husband and love of your life; will turner, captain of the flying dutchman

warnings - death/dying but being brought back to life

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Canons screaming their deadly song, fire dislocating the limbs of your ship from its sacred body. The beak, the mast, until it engulf the waist whole. Your ship scattering across the sea.

A sonata of chaos rang through your ears as you were flown off The Moonlight. That monster of a foreign pirate ship had turned agains’t you, madly wrecking your ship to shreds and leaving you and your crew defenseless against their wrath. A peace treaty, they said.

It didn’t take long for your beloved ship to be doomed to not see another sunrise.

You did not know the last words that slipped passed your lips. In between the screams, commands and howling of anything your team could do to grasp at the strings of your dying beauty.

Then you felt it before the fall. Something so heavy it felt weightless against the side of your temple. You felt the water, the blue of the waves reaching to the sky before the world went dark, the sea engulfing you whole in its hungry reach.

Your heart about to stop as water bedded every corner of your body, a trail of blood following you down—but before your lifeless self could even reach the sand that rested in the depths of the cold sea, the Flying Dutchman took hold of all the bodies sinking around the ship, rising as it did.

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Captain William Turner settled himself on deck as he scanned the sea, watching the pieces of the boat that was viciously ripped to shreds, float around his own ship. Fear settled in his stomach as he began to regonise the parts, the gilded wood, the stained windows that sea licked to shreds. His mind, bringing them together like a jigsaw puzzle.

His chest began to ache. His eyes wide, shining as it searched for something, anything that could give him the answer he was searching for.

Then his world stopped.

a thousand miles away, in a place only you knew, if you went close enough to the chest lulled by the ocean breeze, you would hear the clear missed beat of his heart.

The neatly curved and gilded plank of wood with golden writing floated neatly and proudly atop the water.

"It’s The Moonlight,” Will clenched the railing so tight his already pale knuckles became whiter. He turned around in a hurry, scanning the mass of bodies that laid between life and death, sprawled across the deck of his ship like freshly caught fish.

If Will’s heart had still been in his chest, he would have felt it beat into his ears and would have almost feel it break—

The arhythmic rythme of his heart echoed across the iron walls of the tripled locked chest.

he saw your sword.

He had made it, he knew it was yours, and the more he looked around the more he began to regonise your crew, and the ache in his heart lit in his body like fire across rum.

Under the mass of wet cadavres, a delicate lifeless hand laid there, sticking out of the pile.

He regonise the ring that layed on your finger, and with quick, sharp movement he pushed anyone that stood on his way to you, only to reveal your cold traits.

"No. No, no, no," he kneeled by your side, "Y/n." He cried, placing his thumb across your cheek.

He rested his forehead against your cold one, slipping a hand over your heart. His tears uncontrollable as he tried to sense a beat, anything that could pull you back to life.

But he could even feel it, your soul was on the rim of travelling to his locker, just like all the people laying around him.

He thought he cried, screamed, he couldn’t know through the ringing in his ear as he closed his eyes and squeezed you as tight as he possibly could against him.

At this very minute he didn’t care. He knew he was being selfish. He knew that maybe this is not what you wanted, but he wasn’t thinking clear. How could he?

Still squeezing your body with his entire strength, wishing you could make one, he took your soul back from the grip of his locker, making you his prisoner.

"Who is this?" A pirate, once a nameless face amongst the crew of Davy Jones, but Will made it his mission to know the names of everyone under his charge, spoke up.

Bootstraps Bill was standing next to the man, a frown creasing between his own brow. He might have missed a lot of things in his son’s life: first words, first steps, the tantrums he’d throw as a child, his first sword fights. Maybe that’s why he decided giving his life to the Flying Dutchman was better than a life on ground, to finally have time with his kid.

But maybe if he had been more present before he would have already seen him cry, and it wouldn’t have taken him by such surprise.

Seeing his son, the strong and fair Captain he had become. The one who had defeated Davy Jones and so many other enemies of the sea, kneeling down before the love of his life’s lifeless body, incontrolable sobs slipping past his lips.

But the man besides Bill had asked a question no one else knew the answer too, and people were starting to whisper about how such a beautiful soul was connected to their Captain.

So he spoke, speaking what he knew to be true; "Captain’s wife."

"Oh. Didn’t know she was a pirate," he spoke with amazement lacing his tone. "She’s real pretty,"

The man did not have time to answer, because they watched in amazement as the cursed ruler of the sea, worked his magic.

You coughed water out, gallons coming out of your lungs, breathing becoming impossible but not lacking. The fog in your eyes dissipated, and just like the last thing your eyes admired as they closed for what was suppose to be the last time, the sky was there, in all its glory the sky created a beautiful halo, perfectly framing him.

His eyes, shinning in their darkness and looking at you like a sailor would look at the world’s greatest treasure.

"Will?" Your body felt like fire under his touch. The feeling like electricity running up and down. Your hand reached for his cheek, brushing the skin that you hadn’t felt in too long.

"What happened?" You asked, breathless as you wiped a tear away with your thumb, gently tucking a strand of his wet hair out the way.

You watched as Will closed his eyes at the contact, he could melt right there and finish his days happy—gods he missed you so much.

"You died-" he sniffed and your face twisted.

"I’m dead?" You questioned the confused look on your face making him slightly laugh. "I’m actually dead?"

"Yes," Will was about to tear up again as he closed you into a hug, kissing your forehead as he did.

"Well I do not feel dead," you frowned. "Is this how you feel?" looking back up to meet his eyes, watching as he gave you a tearful nod. "death is overthought then,” you reassured. "I mean I get to be with my husband, don’t I?" Your voice was soft, and your fingertips softer as you traced his every trait. "I mean—I get to stay with you right? Even though I will be your prisoner? Just do not send me away-"

"Who said I was sending you away, love?" He questioned, and grin filled your lips as you were now inches close to him.

"No one, Captain Turner." You smirked before getting lost in his eyes for the third time. Will did not hesitate to close the gap between your two bodies, pressing his lips yours in a sealing kiss, pulling away just enough to breathe against your lips;

"Welcome aboard Mrs. Turner."

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ONE SHOTS

.⋆♱ jealous

rivali has told zelda he wanted to propose to you - but your already secretly married to Link.

.⋆♱ insecure

zelda doesn’t approve of you and Link

SHORTS

.⋆♱ slopes 

link teaches you how to shield surf. 

.⋆♱ something to prove

you challenge link to a duel

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the echo cave (k. jones)

synopsis - based on ep6 s3, adopted daughter of rumplestilskin! reader, after neal is stuck in the echo cave, the only way to save him was to spill all your deepest darkest secrets, but what will happen when the one you love discovers who raised you?

warnings - mentions of being corrupted? neal being prisoner in the echo cave [wc: 2.2k]

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You were tired, sweaty, and you felt as if not a single inch of your body hadn't been covered in dirt. Your head ached, and although, never before had you been afraid of heights, the cliff that was separating you and your group from Neal was making you dizzy.

You were standing on the edge of a cliff a hundred feet across from him, while he was stuck in a cage, waiting. He looked helpless, hopeless, lost and everything in between, and all you could do was open and close your fists as you realized the only solution out of this.

You watched Emma. The most anxious out of all of you. It practically radiated off of her as she kneeled by the cliff side.

One look to the side to meet Regina's tired eyes was enough for you to gain confirmation of the place before which you stood.

The Echo Cave.

You knew she knew, and you could tell she was already sighing in frustration, pissed off, and not ready for what was about to unfold before her.

“So what do we do if we can’t just swing there?” David voiced his thoughts, and looked at Regina and Killian for answers.

The legends of this place slithering once again between them, and the captain sighed. “I told you what needs to be done,” he turned to him. “Consider this… The moment of truth, literally,” he raised an eyebrow, and took a step forward to the cliff side, looking down into the void. Dread filled the pit of his stomach; he did not want to fall tonight-- at least not to save the son of the man he for so long called his enemy.

He would never voice it, not even to you, but for the first time in his life, he feared heights.

“Now… who wants to kick things off?” He locked eyes with you, grasping at any comfort he could.

“So, what?” Emma voiced, confusion written all over her traits “Someone tells their secret and they what? sprout wings?” “I don’t know the particulars, only what I’ve been told," He bit back as softly as he could, but only you could spot the annoyance that flickered in his eyes.   “Well, how do you know it’ll work?” Snow continued.  “There’s only one way, to find out, I suppose,” Killian sighed for the tenth time this minute, turning his eyes to yours once again. This might be the end of something that could have been incredible, he thought as clenched the fist of his good hand against the leather of his coat.

He let himself grieve the revelation, let himself bathe in the bliss of the unknown for one minute more.

Prior to this, in the lush forest of Neverland, of this island he had once called home, he had kissed you. He had stolen, chased, what he knew you had been careful on giving away.

You had been everything to him for so long. His only grapple at life. His quartermaster, his best friend, his partner in everything at life. Everything that had become too difficult to bear alone.

And now, with everything changing. With the two of you being thrown into the supposed real world, with discovering Storybrook, new troubles, new people, new threats, and being closer everyday to the one he called the crocodile; he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He saw you slipping away. He watched the light in your eyes dim as you greeted people you had known long before you met him. He watched as you stayed quiet after hugs and reunions. He knew those names, people you had spoken to him about when you spoke of your life before the curse on the enchanted forest, of your life before everyone disappeared, but he also knew you were keeping him in the dark about things.

You had hushed him, asked him to not talk about your partnership aboard the Jolly Roger and your adventures in a half asleep fantasy world. You had asked him to stay far, that these people, these friends you once knew, were nothing but trouble.

He couldn't understand it, but he somehow could. An intuition maybe, deep in his veins telling him that the troubles beyond his understandings were not against him; you were trying to protect him.

It fueled a fire in him, a want that he had tried to suppress in the name of a friendship he never wanted to loose. He needed to tell you before it was too late. He needed you to be sure, to know and be certain of how he felt.

So he kissed you, and you had kissed him back like there was no tomorrow.

Now all he could do as he closed his eyes, was linger in this moment of ignorance. Lingering still in the unknown of what that kiss had meant for a future together; before he crushed it, spoiled it all with the caves walls as witnesses.

“I kissed Y/n” 

You sighed through your nose, shoulders climbing up to yours ears, waiting for the blow from Regina.

Dammit Killian.

Regina looked disappointed, which made the pit in your stomach grow, like roots tangling and tugging at anything they could grasp.

'Are you mad?', The first words Regina had uttered to you, squeezed in her arms with her hands wrapping your shoulders into the longest hug you had ever known from her. The first time in years you had seen her.

The words replayed in your mind, like a broken record. Freshly arrived from the enchanted forest with Emma and Snow, and having had only seconds to observe your closeness with Killian. It was enough, enough for her to bring you home for tea and talk of solutions. Ask questions about what you had been up to for twenty five years.

You knew it wasn't about you or him, it was about what your father was capable of doing to either of you if he knew you had been sailing with his number one enemy.

But how could she understand the hardness of the world she had left behind with her curse? That finding Killian had been your salvation, your ticket to survival.

And it took an ungodly amount of time to convince her that nothing had happened. That you were friends, that it was the only way to stay alive in the dangerous times the curse had created it. That his heart belonged and always would belong to someone else anyways.

But now, in a matter of seconds, Killian had reduced all that trust she had placed in you, and you felt yourself back to square zero. Back to her hushing you into her vault to talk about your father, and how to hide your life during the curse from him. Back to plotting, to keeping secrets from Killian, to walking away when he needed you the most... “You did what? Y/n, you told me it was-” She started, ready to ramble, and you could feel that she was ready to give up on everything.

“Now is not the time,” Snow warned her.  “I already told Snow, technically it’s not a secret,” you looked around sensing the judgment in everyone. “But it was just a kiss, nothing more." Nothing less. You spoke with barely the strength to look Killian in the eye.

Both of you clearly knew it hadn't been just a kiss. 

No, it had been years of yearning on your side. Years of waiting until he healed. Years of waiting that he would look at you the way you wanted. But when you saw it, when you saw the glimpse in his eye change, and felt the way his hand lingered a little longer, you did not act upon it by fear.

You had spent years building trust, building a crew, a partnership that held only with your strength and determination.

And to blow it all away for what? Love? Something so fleeting and burning that would leave all you've built wrecked on the next deserted island?

The Jolly Roger had become your home. He had become your home after you ran away years ago. He was there, the first person to show the minimum amount of friendship, of kindness. He had been with his crew when you met him, playing poker at his usual tavern when you tripped, spilling what you were drinking all over him, and from there, even after knowing who he was and his complicated relationship with your father, you didn't know what sparked, but it was the start of the rest of your life.

And now everything was getting too complicated, and your fear to loose him grasped at you like water to your lungs. You realized wanted him. You didn't want a life by his side if you couldn't hold his hand, call him yours.

And that kiss. His kiss was everything you needed to let it all spill past the dam you had promised to keep up.

“Killian," you finally dared to look at him, and all you could see was blind determination. "How is that your darkest secret?”

“It’s what the kiss exposed. My secret is, I never thought I’d be capable of letting go, of my first love… of my Milah.” Your eyes became watery as you realized what he was about to say, “to believe that I could find someone else… that is until you stepped foot into that tavern all those years ago,” he chuckled at the memory. “Spilling what? Rum?”

“I don’t even know what it was, I just asked the server for his strongest alc-” 

“Im not finished, love.” 

“Sorry,” you replied before giving him a sheepish grin and wiping a tear off your cheeks. 

“Until you came into that tavern spilling whatever drink you were having on me. Until I lifted my head and met your eyes. Until I heard your laugh…. Until we somehow, along the road we became inseparable. Until you became the one person I could not live without, until I search for you anywhere I am because I can not find my north without your eyes. And I know, I know that for the sake of everything we have, of the crew, of the Jolly Roger, we have never- never admitted- Never accepted- but Y/n, I have been in love with you for too long."

Suddenly, the ground started shaking and a part of the bridge formed, still too far to reach Neal, but it worked. 

The whole group turned to you for your secret. You gulped before finally letting some tears spill. You looked down at your shoes for courage, trying to find something, anything in the black material of your boots. . 

“Killian… I-” You bit your lip.

You looked at Neal, his eyes big in fear as his fingers gripped the bars of his cage. The brother you never knew. Who you heard stories about from a father who had collected you in a forest, picked you up broken, in attempts to rebuild you from scratch. A new apprentice hidden in a charity act. A new child, ready to accept any home given to it. Someone he could redeem himself with.

And then Killian’s eyes beamed at you expectingly. Everyone needed you to speak, to admit the darkest deepest secret that burned in the pit of your stomach.

"That is not the only reason I’ve never addressed our feelings."

Regina rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked away.

"I’m the daughter of the dark one. I- he raised me to be his daughter-" you looked to the side. Trying to form the right words. "You always wanted revenge on him for what he did, and I didn’t want that to get in the way. I did now want you to think I would get in the way. I thought that if you knew you’d- it would be the end. You would think me not on your side."

“I thought you were David’s niece?” Killian took a step closer to you, fear rose in your stomach at the look in his eyes.

“Biologically yes. But Rumplestiltskin adopted me when James; his brother," you pointed to David, "abandoned me. He wanted a second chance after what happened with Bae," you mumbled the words he had told you so many times, half a lie, half the truth. What he believed to be true.

“And even if I ended running away too… The dark one is still my father, he still raised to- to be like him. To tortue, to kill,” you felt defenceless. You had never been fully honest with Killian about your upbringings for that reason only.

You knew he loved you, you knew you had been close to him partly for those reasons—for the mind of revenge you shared. For the twisted and cunning ways of thinking you had in common.

But these ways had come from a life you had also wished to bury. To forget, “Killian-"

The bridge moved again as you spoke his name, sealing your truth into the echo of the cave.

"Is that what you were keeping from me?" His voice was fragile over the rumbling of the cave, and relief flew over him as he understood all the reasons behind your coldness, the wall you had been trying to build ever since you left the enchanted forest.

"Yes, and that I too, have loved you for as long as I’ve known you."

Before you could blink, like a firework exploding in all its might; Killian’s lips were on yours.

"Oh darling. I think I love you too much to care."

"What is your father going to say about this.” Regina placed her face into her hands as she saw you sealing your fate.

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the only way to save neal was to spill all your deepest darkest secrets.

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despite everything, your true love wasn’t who you thought it was.

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lost at sea, you were found by your husband and love of your life; will turner, captain of the flying dutchman

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moonlight sonata (w. turner)

summary - lost at sea, you were found by your husband and love of your life; will turner, captain of the flying dutchman

warnings - death/dying but being brought back to life

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Canons screaming their deadly song, fire dislocating the limbs of your ship from its sacred body. The beak, the mast, until it engulf the waist whole. Your ship scattering across the sea.

A sonata of chaos rang through your ears as you were flown off The Moonlight. That monster of a foreign pirate ship had turned agains’t you, madly wrecking your ship to shreds and leaving you and your crew defenseless against their wrath. A peace treaty, they said.

It didn’t take long for your beloved ship to be doomed to not see another sunrise.

You did not know the last words that slipped passed your lips. In between the screams, commands and howling of anything your team could do to grasp at the strings of your dying beauty.

Then you felt it before the fall. Something so heavy it felt weightless against the side of your temple. You felt the water, the blue of the waves reaching to the sky before the world went dark, the sea engulfing you whole in its hungry reach.

Your heart about to stop as water bedded every corner of your body, a trail of blood following you down—but before your lifeless self could even reach the sand that rested in the depths of the cold sea, the Flying Dutchman took hold of all the bodies sinking around the ship, rising as it did.

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Captain William Turner settled himself on deck as he scanned the sea, watching the pieces of the boat that was viciously ripped to shreds, float around his own ship. Fear settled in his stomach as he began to regonise the parts, the gilded wood, the stained windows that sea licked to shreds. His mind, bringing them together like a jigsaw puzzle.

His chest began to ache. His eyes wide, shining as it searched for something, anything that could give him the answer he was searching for.

Then his world stopped.

a thousand miles away, in a place only you knew, if you went close enough to the chest lulled by the ocean breeze, you would hear the clear missed beat of his heart.

The neatly curved and gilded plank of wood with golden writing floated neatly and proudly atop the water.

"It’s The Moonlight,” Will clenched the railing so tight his already pale knuckles became whiter. He turned around in a hurry, scanning the mass of bodies that laid between life and death, sprawled across the deck of his ship like freshly caught fish.

If Will’s heart had still been in his chest, he would have felt it beat into his ears and would have almost feel it break—

The arhythmic rythme of his heart echoed across the iron walls of the tripled locked chest.

he saw your sword.

He had made it, he knew it was yours, and the more he looked around the more he began to regonise your crew, and the ache in his heart lit in his body like fire across rum.

Under the mass of wet cadavres, a delicate lifeless hand laid there, sticking out of the pile.

He regonise the ring that layed on your finger, and with quick, sharp movement he pushed anyone that stood on his way to you, only to reveal your cold traits.

"No. No, no, no," he kneeled by your side, "Y/n." He cried, placing his thumb across your cheek.

He rested his forehead against your cold one, slipping a hand over your heart. His tears uncontrollable as he tried to sense a beat, anything that could pull you back to life.

But he could even feel it, your soul was on the rim of travelling to his locker, just like all the people laying around him.

He thought he cried, screamed, he couldn’t know through the ringing in his ear as he closed his eyes and squeezed you as tight as he possibly could against him.

At this very minute he didn’t care. He knew he was being selfish. He knew that maybe this is not what you wanted, but he wasn’t thinking clear. How could he?

Still squeezing your body with his entire strength, wishing you could make one, he took your soul back from the grip of his locker, making you his prisoner.

"Who is this?" A pirate, once a nameless face amongst the crew of Davy Jones, but Will made it his mission to know the names of everyone under his charge, spoke up.

Bootstraps Bill was standing next to the man, a frown creasing between his own brow. He might have missed a lot of things in his son’s life: first words, first steps, the tantrums he’d throw as a child, his first sword fights. Maybe that’s why he decided giving his life to the Flying Dutchman was better than a life on ground, to finally have time with his kid.

But maybe if he had been more present before he would have already seen him cry, and it wouldn’t have taken him by such surprise.

Seeing his son, the strong and fair Captain he had become. The one who had defeated Davy Jones and so many other enemies of the sea, kneeling down before the love of his life’s lifeless body, incontrolable sobs slipping past his lips.

But the man besides Bill had asked a question no one else knew the answer too, and people were starting to whisper about how such a beautiful soul was connected to their Captain.

So he spoke, speaking what he knew to be true; "Captain’s wife."

"Oh. Didn’t know she was a pirate," he spoke with amazement lacing his tone. "She’s real pretty,"

The man did not have time to answer, because they watched in amazement as the cursed ruler of the sea, worked his magic.

You coughed water out, gallons coming out of your lungs, breathing becoming impossible but not lacking. The fog in your eyes dissipated, and just like the last thing your eyes admired as they closed for what was suppose to be the last time, the sky was there, in all its glory the sky created a beautiful halo, perfectly framing him.

His eyes, shinning in their darkness and looking at you like a sailor would look at the world’s greatest treasure.

"Will?" Your body felt like fire under his touch. The feeling like electricity running up and down. Your hand reached for his cheek, brushing the skin that you hadn’t felt in too long.

"What happened?" You asked, breathless as you wiped a tear away with your thumb, gently tucking a strand of his wet hair out the way.

You watched as Will closed his eyes at the contact, he could melt right there and finish his days happy—gods he missed you so much.

"You died-" he sniffed and your face twisted.

"I’m dead?" You questioned the confused look on your face making him slightly laugh. "I’m actually dead?"

"Yes," Will was about to tear up again as he closed you into a hug, kissing your forehead as he did.

"Well I do not feel dead," you frowned. "Is this how you feel?" looking back up to meet his eyes, watching as he gave you a tearful nod. "death is overthought then,” you reassured. "I mean I get to be with my husband, don’t I?" Your voice was soft, and your fingertips softer as you traced his every trait. "I mean—I get to stay with you right? Even though I will be your prisoner? Just do not send me away-"

"Who said I was sending you away, love?" He questioned, and grin filled your lips as you were now inches close to him.

"No one, Captain Turner." You smirked before getting lost in his eyes for the third time. Will did not hesitate to close the gap between your two bodies, pressing his lips yours in a sealing kiss, pulling away just enough to breathe against your lips;

"Welcome aboard Mrs. Turner."

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.⋆♱ the wizard and i

it wasn’t easy being the child of the infamous wizard of Oz. Especially when he is plotting things you don’t agree with, and leaves you in the darkness of his plans.

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.⋆♱ purple butterflies and strawberry tarts

purple butterflies and strawberry tarts; the memories of him who turned bittersweet with growing up. He replaced them with lovers and careless days. You replaced the memories with studying and focusing on your future, never thinking your new worlds would ever collide.

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