🕊Hooked On His Love🌸

I wrote this fic a long, long time ago. All the way back during season 2. Overall it was one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, but I knew that it needed some more work, and I always told myself that one day I’d dig back into it. Finally, five years later, I did.

This was originally written after the episode where Hook took Aurora’s heart, before the following episodes (where he caught it before it went into the portal and sent Mulan back with it, where Mulan and Aurora stayed to look for Philip and Snow, Emma, Hook, and Cora went to Storybrook), so keep that in mind while reading. Now I guess it could be considered a sort of AU.

I hope anyone reading it for the first time likes it, and I hope people who read it the first time around like the work I did to fix it up and go a little deeper into the characters and their relationship.

Storybrooke was bloody awful. If Killian had known how awful it was, he might have reconsidered his plan for revenge.

Maybe.

And worst of all, there was no way back now.

Well… that wasn’t quite true. There was no way back for him. There were people in town with considerable power who could reopen the portal, as dangerous as it was. But none of those people were inclined to help him.

Nobody in Storybrook was.

Considering how feared and disliked Rumpelstiltskin seemed to be by everybody, Killian had figured he’d receive a bit more goodwill for his plans to end the Dark One once and for all. But his failed attempt bought him no friends. While he might not have been the most popular and beloved person in town, the presence of Belle seemed to soften both Rumplestiltskin and the town’s opinion of him, which meant that the pirate who tried to kill him and failed in a spectacularly pathetic action wasn’t going to be anyone’s favorite person. And his other actions canceled out any remaining positive feelings the people of the town might have had for him.

One action in particular seemed to earn him a fair amount of dirty looks. Stealing the princess’s heart. Once that little piece of information came to light, everyone started looking at him with disgust and disdain. Everyone but the princess.

She didn’t look at him at all.

The Curse of Briar’s Hollow [a Sleeping Hook inspired Horror/Fantasy/Romance novel) - Two souls bound together across time. A small town in Ireland threatened by an old curse. A young man returning home to care for his sick grandmother. A young woman living in the mental ward of the local hospital for severe sleeping disorders. They haven’t seen each other in ten years, but when Killian finds her in the park of Briar’s Hollow’s hospital one night on one of her sleep walking episodes, he feels a strong connection that seems to transcend time. And Aislinn finds that maybe her dreams aren’t delusions, but actual memories of a past life - why else has she been seeing Killian every night in her dreams since the day he left? When bad things start to happen around them, they have to find the key to unlock the secret of their past, before a dark force destroys not only them, but the whole world…

He almost jumped out of his skin when the phone started to buzz softly on the nightstand. His hands were shaking when he picked up. “Yes? Hello? Did you… did you find her?” “She’s alright…” The nurse’s next words were almost lost to him, while his heart was positively bursting with relief. He barely noticed she was still speaking. “We found her standing on the ledge outside her window. She’s asleep now. We gave her some light tranquilizers and for now she’s under constant surveillance. How could you possibly know this was going to happen…?” His head was reeling with dozens of possible answers - lie after lie after lie - because how could he possibly tell that woman he had seen it happen in a dream? She would think he was crazy. He was starting to believe it, too…

You cannot make me love you. I can scrape myself away, par down to the bone trying. I can prostrate myself—here, before you!—and rip my heart out of my ribs so that you may hold it in your shaking milk-white hands. And if I do not want your heart? I will give you anything, my dark and darling wife. Anything you ask. What would you have of me? What would you have?