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lisa chews loudly, blows a bubble as an excuse to take a moment to think her answer through. she finished what she started, alright. yet she left so many things unfinished. she only learned how to live after she crossed paths with death in the strangest, most beautiful way. a sister she now wished she could know, and a beautiful boy she feared she would never hold again.

"in a way. but i guess you could say it finished me too." she lifts up her sleeve, patches of fried up flesh still visible along her arm. "why didn't you? use the snake, i mean."

"the moral of the story, kids, IS always finish what you started. also, mercy is overrated.”- lisa for lucy - @sweetnsiimple

Lucy Gray snorted softly. “Ain’t that the truth,” she said. “I shoulda used a venomous snake after all.” She wasn’t entirely sure if she meant it or not, but she was angry and hurt enough to say it, at least. With his memory lapse, though, she could take comfort in how unlikely it was that she would ever see him again. Trying to ignore the little splinter of pain she felt at the thought, she looked over at the other young woman. “Well, what about you, honey?” she said. “Did you finish what you started?” @sweetnsiimple

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@bxholding || vi & jinx

vi's eyes go wider than she could've thought possible, shaking hands and legs refuse to obey her and move. she's stuck, frozen in the middle of an impossible vision. she's dreaming. or hallucinating, guess it runs in the family.

there may have been a suggestion, after the fight, when the physical wounds had begun to heal. but vi had refused to lean into hope. she'd lost her father twice and she knew he wasn't coming back this time. not after the empty way he looked at her. there was nothing left of vander in that body.

she couldn't hope fate would be so kind to give her sister back a second time. she'd made herself be okay with that, to keep moving.

"you really are always with me" a low whisper and a cautious step forward. too scared to rush and scare the ghost away. after all, crazier things had happened. this place was nothing like the home vi had known, yet here she was. "i guess if anyone could escape that... of course it would be you, jinx."

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killian feels like he may have fallen into some kind of rabbit hole where everything is upside down. another stranger who claims to know more about his own life than killian does himself. a living ghost from a past life he didn't even know had been lived.

flashes of fantasy lands and magic forests have started to appear in killian's dreams but he can't tell whether it's memory coming back or all these people telling him who he's supposed to be.

he sighs, trying his best not to lose himself, his mind.

"look, mate. this is how it's gonna go. i'll tell you I have no idea what you're talking about and you'll tell me i'm some bloody pirate and we used to be lovers in a different life or enemies or whatever else is on the list today. so how about we skip that part and you just tell me what you think is going on."

"HOOK! oh, i never thought that i would be so glad to see you. what is this? where is emma? anyone else here?" he figured that if anyone would know where his daughter was or where else everyone had ended up, it would be the pirate that he had come to consider family, time and time again. perhaps they had their differences in the past but one thing was for sure, he knew that he could trust killian jones to always have his BACK. "you look well. i take it this is not another curse, hopefully?" / @sweetnsiimple

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"the world isn't kind to little girls who don’t know their place." || vi & marcus || @fcdcdmcmories

a grimace dances across vi's features, hands forming into fists. if there's one thing vi has had trouble with is knowing her place. what is so awful a about wanting better for herself and her people? she's supposed to just like down and take the abuse, the leftovers from the rich, to live a life of absolute shit just because of where she was born.

she'll be damned if she ever settles. daddy raised a fighter, with him gone all vi can hold on to is the anger, and so she must fight.

"yeah, tried that once, not really my thing." she scoffs, her arms crossed in front of her chest as a barrier. "what's my place supposed to be, huh?"

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"what the bloody hell are you talking about, old man?" this is different from the blonde woman. these eyes also show familiarity, but it's a very different kind. while the woman's eyes drew him closer, the sight of this man makes killian recoil.

something slimey and cold crawls up his spine, wraps around his neck. for a moment he could almost swear he can feel his left arm tingle. almost like the ghost of his long-gone hand.

"let me guess, you know me from some mysterious past life. well, whatever you think you know about me is wrong."

one thing killian can be certain about is he and this man are not and could not be friends in whatever fantasy these people come from.

"for starters... not a pirate, mate. and stop calling me hook, doesn't quite have the same ring to it coming from your mouth."

"AH, YES. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT MY ONLY COMPANY in this dreadful place would be the pirate himself. tell me, it wasn't your stupidity that brought us here, was it? if so, i may be tempted to do what i should have done a long time ago." and rip his heart out? that was precisely the case and seeing as he was alone here? seeing as he didn't even have belle? he didn't see absolutely any reason to be nice to the pirate. not when he was an enemy that he should have disposed of. right? "well, hook? have you lost the ability to speak?" @sweetnsiimple

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"look, sweetheart, you're saying a lot of words and i'm catching about five per cent of the story."

he puts his hand on her shoulder, using the gesture as an excuse to step closer to her, but also as a way to redirect her attention. here and now. because hearing all this talk about different cities and different meetings is kind of freaking him out a bit.

"i'd say i'm usually the one using that line." he chuckles, leaning down into her personal space.

he breathes, her scent carrying warmth through his entire body.

"alright. so tell me: in this... before, how do we know each other? must be pretty close for me to go all the way to new york for you. and WHY hook? is that like a sex thing?" killian raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips.

killian turns his head to look behind him, then does a full turn, just to give her a show. he's fully aware there's no one there she could be talking to, but her voice and the way she looks at him expose a familiarity killian does not understand. or reciprocate. he laughs a little, one eyebrow raised high.

"no offense, love, but you sound like a bloody lunatic at the moment. and, while I appreciate a good pet name, i'd rather something a bit more charming than hook. dashing rapscallion, maybe. i would also accept handsome devil." he winks at her, leaning into their shared space a bit.

something tickles at the back of his mind, distantly calling for his attention. something about her lingers like a dream lost to wakefulness. like something he's forgotten how to hold on to, a bit like hope.

he ignores it, though. ever since he arrive to this place he's gotten all sorts of strange sensations. none of which have been particularly useful.

"you could also call me by my name, of course. killian jones, enchanted to meet you."

just as a little extra, he adds a bow at the end.

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"this is our home now. i want us to fit in." || lucifer & elisabeth || @fcrafcrtnight

" hm, yes. i imagine so, miss sparkle." lucifer crosses his legs, taking one hand to the fake glasses he recently purchased. he's been aching for some way to feel like home himself. though his beloved lux is something he will always rebuild no matter how many places he visits, it doesn't quite fill the emptiness inside him the way it used to.

this lux holds no memory of his treasured prom night dance with the detective. the little pest, also known as trixie, never sat on these stools reviving a long dead demon heart, lucifer never fought his once hated brother here.

it's a mere imitation of his true home. so he holds onto the memories of the people he loves. now, for example, he's doing his absolute best impression of doctor linda. his first real connection to his own humanity, before he knew he had any.

"where's the fun in fitting in when you've got something so special? i mean, you're elisabeth sparkle! who cares what a bunch of simple idiots thinks about you?"

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“we’re not going anywhere.”|| matt & joyce || @daydrcamings

"is that, like, a threat?" matt's eyes move around the room, not frantic yet, but definitely the tiniest bit panicked. he's aware there's no real danger at this time, but he can't help the way his heart speeds up a bit. he laughs, trying to communicate to his own body that everything is okay. he's safe.

"i mean, who says? like can't we just... walk out? or like... get on a train? a plane?"

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“what were you looking for in my house?”|| joe & tara || @fcrafcrtnight

you have changed, ellie. from the way you hold yourself to your haircut, i barely recognized you when we crossed paths. there's little left of that lonely girl i met in los angeles so long ago. i guess there's very little left of the will bettelheim you knew as well.

"what was i looking for? you don't call or text in years! now you're here and you don't even say hello?"

do i have any right to your kindness or was that taken from me the night that she took your sister's life? I may not have left you without her, but it is still my fault.

"sorry. sorry, i just... i've been worried about you."

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"well... close, i suppose." he could not deny long-forgotten dreams of sailing the oceans next to his brother. swashbuckling fantasies played out on an overgrown backyard using branches for swords. "no, love, i'm what you'd call a private eye... uh, private investigator. i help people find things. or other people, if the need arises."

he steps closer to her, disregarding anything that could be considered personal space in any capacity, then after that, he leans his head, drawing his face even closer to her, so close he can see a strand of hair moving slighty as he breathes. lips almost touching her ear, he whispers "though if it's a pirate you're looking for... you can call me captain tonight."

“that is extremely reductive.” - killian for karlach - @sweetnsiimple

Karlach tried not to grin as she glanced him over, lifting her eyebrows. “I mean, sorry,” she said. “But I’m not wrong, am I? You’re definitely a pirate.” She had met a few people dressed just like him back in Faerün, and most of them had plied the seven seas, searching for adventure. Or treasure. If not both., “You just don’t look like you’d be spending your days shut up in a musty office poring over law books, that’s all. Or serving at an inn somewhere.” She suppressed another grin as she tried to imagine the man wearing an apron over his clothes and brandishing a pitcher of ale to refill empty tankards are the table. @sweetnsiimple

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"we've said goodbye before. it stands to reason that we will say hello again." || lisa & edgar || @fcrafcrtnight

"well, sure... " lisa cocks her head to the side, sucking on loose strand of hair as she considers the statement. it's one way to look at it, for sure. even that which was supposed to be definitive had been reversed before. in lisa's experience. but can she really be sure she'll see him again? that she'll feel his embrace or look into those ancient eyes she so adores.

and... she misses him, of course. her soul aches for the only person to ever be its other half, as strange and as lonely as lisa herself. but her heart tugs in a different direction. her taffy, the sister she never appreciated until it was too late. and now she was in a strange land, far away from home and from the only family she had left. she hoped the stranger was right and she could say hello to them again.

"but how do you know? even if death wasn't an obstacle, what if they don't want another hello?"

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"everything is meaningless without you." || matt & jacob || @fcdcdmcmories

"huh?" matt looks up from his phone, taken by surprise by the sudden statement. " are you talking to me or the car? because, really dude, it's no problem at all. i know it's a piece of shit car. i would just really rather not having to spend more money on a new one, you know?"

of course, there's always the secret third option that he was not talking about either and matt had just completely embarrassed himself. a likely and frequent occurrence.

"i-i mean, i tried taking a look and it looked... fine-ish? not like i know much, but it just... you know, goes perfectly fine for a few miles and then just dies. these aren't just from hitting the gym." he flexes his arms, he's lost count of how many times he's had to push the old thing around. though really it had been worse on his leg than any real arm workout he could've gotten out of it.

"maybe i'll just stop talking now, how 'bout that?"

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killian turns his head to look behind him, then does a full turn, just to give her a show. he's fully aware there's no one there she could be talking to, but her voice and the way she looks at him expose a familiarity killian does not understand. or reciprocate. he laughs a little, one eyebrow raised high.

"no offense, love, but you sound like a bloody lunatic at the moment. and, while I appreciate a good pet name, i'd rather something a bit more charming than hook. dashing rapscallion, maybe. i would also accept handsome devil." he winks at her, leaning into their shared space a bit.

something tickles at the back of his mind, distantly calling for his attention. something about her lingers like a dream lost to wakefulness. like something he's forgotten how to hold on to, a bit like hope.

he ignores it, though. ever since he arrive to this place he's gotten all sorts of strange sensations. none of which have been particularly useful.

"you could also call me by my name, of course. killian jones, enchanted to meet you."

just as a little extra, he adds a bow at the end.

"HOOK! WHAT THE HELL? what is this? another curse?" as soon as she saw him, emma found herself running over, because.. well, he was the first familiar face that she had seen in a very long time and that did mean something. didn't it? it wasn't as if this was the first curse that they had faced - more like the tenth one at this point - and.. well, it was hard to be the savior when you had no idea of what it was that you were trying to do here. right? she had to find henry and regina and her parents and so.. saving anyone right now was a little below on the list. "are you.. okay? where is everyone? i've been looking all over and-- what happened?" it was a lot like her to panic, wasn't it? @sweetnsiimple

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“i’m tired of hiding.” || killian & sue || @daydrcamings

"worthless is the life of a coward and, from my own experience, there are few things more cowardly than hiding, love." killian eyes the girl up and down, she doesn't seem like the hiding kind, everything about her is a bit of a show. makes you want to look. he sends a smile her way, cheeky and bright.

"what's a pretty lady such as yourself got to hide from, too many suitors?" killian is truly in no position to judge anyone for hiding, or any of the reasons behind it. more than anything, he'd call it a sort of professional curiosity.

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matt (ch. 1 → ch. 10)

for the anons that requested more matt pics <3

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"a long time ago, i loved someone. and I had to do something that I did not wanna do, even though it was my job. and it hurt them. she is my scar." || killian & bobby || @fcrafcrtnight

"aye, i know the feeling, mate." killian has both the emotional and physical scars to remember those he loved and hurt. if the nightmares were not enough, all he had to do was look at his hand, or rather, where his hand used to be.

he had always blamed himself for his brother's death. though he had tried to save him, done all he could... killian knew if it hadn't been for him his brother would still be alive. he was always the better version of killian. he should've been the one to survive.

"family or lady friend?" he raises an eyebrow before taking a sip of his drink.

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Killian Jones Appreciation (7/∞) ↳ S05E10 - "Broken Heart"