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If the anon likes noncon, I have a very whumpy MC where Emma watches everything and tries to comfort him as much as she can. Itâs called âDirty Little Sessionsâ and they can find it on the âFanfictionâ page on my blog :)
Oh, yes!!! Make sure to check this out if you like non-con, Nonny!
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Excuse me, hi, I would like a moment to ask you about your headcanons on Hook's feelings in regards to Nederland. Thank you.
Oooh. Thanks for asking. One of my fave half seasons (if v lacking in Golden Hook).Â
Hereâs a post I wrote ages back about what I loved and loathed about 3a which obviously discuss the pirate thing quite a bit.Â
So, you know, the question is, why the fuck would you go back to Neverland, bebe? You had a BAD time there. Now, I think the canon explanation actually holds. Heâs a reckless shit and heâs sweet on Emma.Â
I know, tis rare for me to have a Captain Swan opinion other than (no ta) but I really loved 3a Captain Swan where the pirate was miserable. Yes please. I even wrote a fic about it which I still quite like. Here.Â
But, you know, Hookâs kinda brash and not bright and as soon as they crash through that portal he knows heâs made a mistake. Emma doesnât want him. Emma has stuff to do. And then there is Peter Pan, who is going to sink those long thin fingers right back into him. Did Pan only pretend to let him escape?
And why is Neverland so dark in 3a. Itâs not dark in flashbacks. I think itâs like that all the time. Permanent night. A confusing endless jungle, throbbing with magical energy. In Once, magic is emotion. Neverland is bad emotions swirling around and, for Emma and Regina and Snowing and Gold, well theyâre on a desperate mission so rescue a child so theyâre gonna be stressed out. Hookâs not. Heâs just the ferryman. Heâs not part of the family. They all openly hate him. But nevertheless heâs in the pit of despair. For good reason.Â
Heâs back in a place he was trapped for 300 years. Imagine how many horrible memories are around every corner. You know I like to think Hook was Panâs plaything when he was there. And I think there are some moments in 3a where itâs hard to dispute this.
Colin looks quite odd in 3a. Thin and flushed. He looks like heâs coming down with a fever the entire time. I donât know whatâs deliberate but it works for my headcanons.Â
So Hookâs desperate. Back in a place he thought heâd finally escaped after years of torment, a place where his tormenter is all powerful and feeling Pan only pretended to let him go.Â
And the Dreamshade - the reason he went to Neverland the last time - didnât even fucking work.
No wonder he turned to the drink. Bebe never stops drinking in Neverland. Itâs the only thing keeping him together.
Have you ever written a victim falling for their abuser? (justsomewhump here)
Oh, hello my good friend!
I have written this trope a few times, but usually with one caveat - thereâs always some way or reason that the victimâs âabuserâ isnât really the villain.
I've written a couple of AUs that take place in future dystopian matriarchies where men are little more than slaves used for labor and procreation. Usually, thereâs an element of a slave falling for their owner in those stories, or a manâs wife/girlfriend being forced to be the manâs owner when the new world order takes over - making them a reluctant captor/abuser, if you will. Thatâs definitely a favorite of mine, because whatâs NOT to like in a world where ALL men are kept shackled and collared and forced to submit to ALL women? Yum! I also love playing with the idea of reluctant domination and submission, mandated by some inescapable government force. Mmmm... Fun.Â
Iâve also done some fics where a male character is kidnapped by a female character who appears initially to be the aggressor, but isnât. In one of those, the woman took an inordinate amount of care in feeding taking care of the male MC while he was being held captive, trying to protect him from her cohorts (and failing, of course, because heâs gotta get roughed up somehow ;)). She eventually helped him escape, at which point he learned she was just as much a prisoner of the place as he had been - and that by defying her own âmastersâ and letting him go, she would be tortured and killed. So he came back and saved her, and they eventually fell in love while recovering from it all.
In another one, the female was a cyborg who had been programmed to kidnap people at her masterâs behest and hold/torture them until her master received the ransom demanded. That is, of course, until she meets the male protagonist, who she develops a fondness for that gives her the strength to fight past her programming and listen to her heart - saving him and defeating her evil owner.
Thereâs also been a few where the female MC happens to be in the wrong place, wrong time... or is friends with some folks who end up crazier than she thought... and she sort of gets pulled into a kidnapping plot gone awry. She has to play along and pretend to be working with the bad guys for fear of being killed or tortured, herself... but the whole time sheâs secretly trying to help/save the male MC and get him free. So, again, not really the abuser... but at times forced to play the role, despite them both knowing she doesnât want to.
Oh! I also wrote one a long while back where the female MC and her tribe of women warriors were taken over by an evil entity who used a form of puppet-like control over them, forcing them to invade a nearby tribe of males and take their leader (who the female MC had a crush on in canon) hostage. Using the female MCâs body (but leaving her control of her mind, so she could see/hear everything her body was doing), the entity tortured the male MC for days until he was completely broken and almost dead. He was rescued by his tribe just in the nick of time, who also captured the female MC and made plans to execute her for her crimes against their tribe. The male MC was too out of it to even know what was going on, but he came around just in time to stop the execution - because he said heâd known all along that it wasnât her hurting him; he could see the pain and sadness in her eyes every time she was hurting him, and could tell that was the only part of her that was truly âherâ. That oneâs probably the closest to being the trope youâre asking about, since the male character was actually tortured (emotionally, physically and sexually) by the female MC - unlike most of the other stories, where there was just some not-entirely-torturous kidnappings and/or bondage, and maybe some government/employer demanded punishments. Although he was in love with the female MC before the ordeal began, so itâs not quite the same as falling in love with the abuser - more like his love was what allowed him to see through the charade all along.
Generally, I donât usually write things where the victim straight-up falls for their abuser. Iâve done things where they get Stockholm Syndrome and/or act like they love their abuser for self-preservation, but then theyâre always saved and helped through their recovery by the woman they actually love.
I usually donât like writing things where the actual abuser ends up the victimâs ultimate love interest. I just canât get my head around it, for one thing... but for another thing, I LIVE for scenes where the love interest rescues their broken, battered love from the clutches of the villain - which is hard to do when the actual villain ends up being the love interest ;)
Send me a trope and Iâll tell you about my private stories/plots of it :)
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Uhm yes sometimes I still canât believe that your posts inspired me to write actual tentacle porn... Like if I shared this with <i>anyone</i> irl they would look at me as if Iâd told them I actually participated in said tentacle-filled activity. And here like... I can share it freely and have people who love it and laugh at it with me XD
Hahaha, same!
What I love most is how weâre all just like, âThis is hilarious! ...and hot! ...and hilarious. ...but also hot.â Thereâs no judgement in it, regardless of where each of us lies on the hot-hilarious spectrum at any given time. Weâre all just forever joined in our, âSo this is where my life has taken me. Itâs unexpected, but I like itâ vibe. Bless this show, Colin, and Kraken-san for widening all of Killianâs orifices our horizons! <3
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We haven't actually talked about the fact that we're gonna get a scene with Hook/Rogers lying on a bed, weakened from his poisoned heart, while Alice/Tilly watches worried. SO LET'S TALK ABOUT IT SHALL WE
LETâS DO THAT, MY GOOD FRIEND!!!
Do you think itâll be in the flashbacks or in Hyperion Heights? Could be either, really. I was angling towards Hyperion Heights, just because of the use of the word âbedâ and it seems like they were all about piles of straw with furs tossed over them in the flashbacks. But then that would still be called a bed. And now with the set news of a flashback scene with Colin screaming⌠at least, we think thatâs Colin screaming. It sounds like him.
Aw, man. We have some goooooood shit coming our way, donât we?
I'm having withdrawal symptoms. I need the continuation of the Rogers/Gothel fic. It's so good. It's so tasty and yummy and Gothel is just awe-inspiring. I need to know what she's got in her twisted mind. I need to know what she's planned for him. I need to see Rogers keep begging her to let him leave. I need to see him silently beg for someone, anyone, to fucking save him. I NEED!!1
Iâm working on it! There WILL be more! I have at least three more chapters coming... Though the next one is a brief little mini-chapter of events elsewhere in Hyperion Heights... ;)
@justsomewhump Iâm your Secret Krampus for the Killian Whump Secret Santa. I had a few ideas in mind, but them we talked about the differences in whumping different Killians and... well... this happened:
Wish Rumplestiltskin also escaped the Wish Realm. Having lost his son and Belle, he is without a purpose and more than a little unhinged. He decides to take out his frustration on his old rival, but is annoyed to discover he has kidnapped the wrong Killian Jones.
I hope the fact that this got wildly out of hand and is the first chapter of a multichapter will help make up for it being late.
Thanks to @gusenitsaa for beta-ing.
Chapter 1: Lieutenant Jones
Lieutenant Killian Jones stirred slowly. His head ached and it took him very little time to discover that his wrists were bound.
âWakey, wakey, Captain,â a voice said from the door.
He jerked his head up quickly, searching the room. Was Liam here, too? But he was alone in the room, besides a man standing silhouetted in the door. Lieutenant Jones didnât recognize the man, wasnât sure it even was a man. It was male, but not quite human, its skin shining with scales like some kind of lizard.
Lieutenant Jones breathed a sigh of relief that Liam didnât appear to be there. He hoped that meant Liam was still safe, was out there somewhere looking for him.
âWho are you?â Lieutenant Jones asked. He hoped he sounded calm and collected. What ever happened, he would comport himself in a manner that would make Liam proud.
âAnd here I thought Iâd made an impression,â the lizard man said. He squinted and looked closer at his prisoner. âI must say Iâm surprised. You managed to find someone with a lot of magic to heal your hand. Who was it? Donât tell me it was Pan?â
âWho? And whatâs wrong with my hand?â
The lizard man laughed. âOoooh! This is just too delicious. You really have no idea what Iâm talking about, do you?â
âI donât even know who you are,â Lieutenant Jones admitted. Perhaps there had been some kind of mistake and this man would let him go. Not likely, but possible.
âRumplestiltskin,â the lizard man said with an exaggerated bow. âUnfortunately for you, Dearie, youâre the only Killian Jones I have at the moment.â He leaned in close to his prisoner. âAnd I know what you are going to become.â Rumplestiltskin laughed and picked up what appeared to be an old walking stick.
He struck Lieutenant Jones with it across the ribs, making the young man grunt in pain.
âYou know,â he said conversationally. âThere are so many ways I could hurt you with magic. But thereâs something so satisfying about doing this the old fashioned way.â
He brought the stick around again, splitting Lieutenant Jonesâ cheek.
âThe navy wonât stand for this,â Lieutenant Jones said firmly. âWhen my captain learns where you have taken me...â he smiled. He meant it to look intimidating, but he wasnât entirely sure he succeeded. It was a challenge to look intimidating while bound to a chair.
âThe infamous Captain Hook in the navy? Oh how the mighty have fallen.â He struck again several times, making Lieutenant Jones gasp in pain as it struck the small, fragile bones of his left hand. âOr will fall.â
Rumplestiltskin struck him again and again. The first few blows were calculated to cause pain, but a furry took over the man and he rained the blows until the young lieutenant lost count, trying to focus on not making a sound.
He had taken plenty of beatings in the days before Liam managed to get them out of servitude, both official punishments handed down from the captains and random blows from the rest of the crew. He had long ago learned to take a beating without crying out. In those days, it hadnât been some sort of noble gesture. He just refused to give those bastards what they wanted.
But now, it was more than that. He was a man of the kingâs navy. His behavior reflected on his king and on his captain. On Liam. And he refused to dishonor Liam by his weakness.
He remained silent as the blows rained down, the pain of each blending together into a haze of bruises and pain. Rumplestiltskin tipped the chair he was tied to over on its side and he landed hard on his shoulder. He barely bit back a cry of pain, turning it into a quiet gasp.
His captor continued to rain blows on him and he struggled to curl away from the staff, letting the blows fall repeatedly across his scarred back.
Eventually Rumplestiltskin seemed to grow bored with hitting him and left him alone in the cell, still lying curled on his side, bound to the topped chair.
His defiant streak that made him continue to antagonize men with power over him had always managed to get him into trouble as a lad. And trouble, more often than not, had left bruises. Add to that the fact that he lacked Liamâs natural work ethic and had been usually at least somewhat drunk back then⌠but he had never been alone after.
He wanted Liam to come, to save him, to take him away from this place. Or at the very least to clean his wounds and take care of him. And to relight the lamp that flickered and went out when Rumplestiltskin left the cell. Instead, he was left completely alone in the dark.
He lost track of time there in the dark.
Whenever Rumplestiltskin felt like it, he would head down to the cell and hurt Lieutenant Jones. There was no real pattern to when he would arrive. It appeared to be a form of stress relief for him. He favored beatings most of the time, but sometimes would get more creative.
He especially enjoyed tormenting his prisoner with fragments of a story that made no sense. He appeared to believe that Lieutenant Jones had stolen his wife, and seemed to take particular pleasure in the fact that the name Milah meant nothing to the lieutenant.
It made no sense to Lieutenant Jones. In truth, he would have preferred to suffer for something more⌠accurate. He had resented the sometimes brutal punishments he received on Silverâs ship, but he had always actually done what he was accused of. And he was a member of the navy. He had some small pieces of information that someone might want, that he could then be heroic for refusing to reveal what he knew. But this, suffering for some perceived slight to a man he had never met before, it was growing more difficult to hold his tongue when there was nothing to fight for, save the honor and dignity of the navy. And as for keeping silent so Liam could be proud of him⌠Liam wasnât here.
âDo you recognize this?â Rumplestiltskin asked. He held up a knife with his own name etched in black on the blade.
âNo. Should I?âLieutenant Jones asked. He was still badly bruised and sore from the most recent beating, more of his face was likely decorated in varying shades of purple and green than was his ordinary skin color, but he was trying very hard to cling to his defiance.
âOf course you should, Dearie. You spent centuries trying to find it. Or will, I suppose. You want it so bad? Here it is.â He pressed the tip of the knife to Lieutenant Jonesâ skin and began to make a shallow cut.
It somehow hurt far worse than any simple blade wound had a right to, like the cut was somehow burning him from the inside. He barely choked back a scream and that was just at the first cut. When Rumplestiltskin finally drew back the knife, Lieutenant Jones was shaking, both in agony and from the effort of not screaming.
Rumplestiltskin carved three more lines across Lieutenant Jonesâ arm, relishing the not quite bitten back cries of pain from the young man with his enemyâs face.
Once again, Lieutenant Jones was left lying on the floor in the dark to suffer alone. The shallow cuts on his arm still radiated agony, far worse than any of the previous beatings.
âLiam, please,â he whispered aloud to the cold room. âHurry up and find me. Please. I canât take much more of this.â His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs that he didnât have the strength to prevent.
Eventually he drifted off into an uneasy slumber, occasionally calling out in his sleep for his brother. He had no idea how much later it was when the cell door opened again.
Rumplestiltskin entered the cell much later and waved his hand, adding a new prisoner tied to a new chair to the stone room. The newcomer was slumped over so Lieutenant Jones couldnât see is face, but he was dressed in black leather and had a hook replacing one of his hands. Rumplestiltskin removed the hook before leaving them alone together.
The newcomer woke with a quiet groan, more like someone badly hungover than someone who had been tortured.
âWho are you?â Lieutenant Jones asked blearily.
âKillian Jones,â he said, looking up. âBut most people call me Captain Hoo⌠Who the bloody hell are you?â he interrupted himself when he caught sight of his fellow prisonerâs face. His own face.
AN:Â This story will contain several versions of Killian Jones. As such, I will refer to each of them by a different name. Lieutenant Jones comes from shortly before the ill-fated mission to Neverland. Captain Hook lost Milah decades ago and has been running jobs for Pan until he can destroy the Dark One. Killian Jones is the class Storybrooke version. And poor, cursed Detective Rogers has no idea what is going on or why.