#autemlunae

[hisroyalcharmingness]

"I don’t quite know how to say how I feel."

The air between them trembled with untouched feelings, fingers clenching into fists at his side in an effort to fight the growing need to touch her. Her face, her hair … every inch was an invitation for smooth caresses and it was with a clenching of his jaw that David stepped back, opening the distance between them as if in an effort to resume control. Rain fell in droplets, water gathering along the hair that clung to his forehead only drop in beads off the tip of his nose. A rivulet coursed down his cheek - tears or simply a reminder of the weather, he wasn’t sure which.

All of his life he had watched the woman in front of him, all of his life he had fought the urge to call her his own. Friends for life, that’s what they had promised so long ago … and David Nolan would never presume to give that up. “Ruby…” Her name was hoarse among his lips, tongue sweeping out over dry cracks as words stumbled over themselves. Excuses were there, locked behind clenched teeth lest he ruin the moment for good … and suddenly he was stepping forward, fingers closing the distance between them to hold the woman’s chin.

“Ruby.” Softer this time, tone laced with comfort and understanding as he moved close still, lips suddenly finding hers in a bruising kiss. Maybe he had read the signs wrong, maybe this was nothing more than a futile wish - but as the rain fell in curtains around them, sudden sheets enveloping them with a steady caress, David found he didn’t care. Let him be wrong, let the dynamic between them suddenly shift … he was done being the coward, done with ignoring something as perfect as this. Finally finding the courage to break away, blue eyes blinking against the sheen, the older man smiled, fingers instinctively wrapping around the younger woman’s own. “Is that a good start?”

[hisroyalcharmingness]

“ Ruby, wait.” Fingers grabbed at the edge of her cloak, brows furrowing in an expression of unbridled pleading. The castle ahead of them loomed large but for the moment it was forgotten, blue eyes never straying from his companion’s face. “Regina - The Evil Queen - she’ll be expecting this. Wolf or no, even for you, this would be suicide.”

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[piraticalarchive]

Glancing at the table upon which rested his carelessly discarded hook, Killian shifted in his bonds, back pressed up against Red and shoulders itching in discomfort. Above them, Blackbeard and his men celebrated their finding of the legendary Captain Hook, and it was with a forlorn sigh that the pirate gave up his attempts to get loose, blue eyes glancing over his shoulder to the shock of brown hair behind him. “Remember the time in the tavern when I said things couldn’t get any worse? .. Apologies, love. It seems I was rather amiss in that regard.”

@autemlunae s.c

[piraticalarchive]

“Apologies, love .. but I think I can bloody well handle this, yeah?” The Irishman tried for a smile, steeling his expression in what he hoped was his best attempt at not letting his increasing frustration show through. “I admit that this is a bit above what they pay me for, but aren’t you a tad overkill?” Teeth raked over his bottom lip, blue eyes searching out her badge and resting on it a moment. The last thing Killian Jones needed was to be shown up by a damned woman ... but, woman or no, she was the superior officer in this case... and ever a gentleman, he would give her the respect she required. 

Stepping aside so she could see the bloody remains of what had once been a bedroom he gestured her forward, one brow rising in impossible to quell surprise at the scene before them. It didn’t get any easier. No matter how many times he walked through that bloody door... Tongue pressed to the inside of one cheek as he stepped closer, eyes flickering sideways to slide over the detective’s features before he gestured with a crook of his neck to the scene around them, voice low and serious. “Really something, isn’t it?”

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[piraticalarchive]

♤ (autemlunae)

okay brace yourself. we havent talked a lot about these but im about to blow some new verse ideas’ heads off

i mean obviously in the verse we have with them right now i think hook is going to learn to really care for her. even if he never falls in love with her or what have you, he’s going to still care. I think they really compliment each other in the way that they both are sort of pariahs as Hook would say and i think they find solace (as much as they hate to admit it) in the other one’s company.

IMAGINE A MODERN AU WHERE THEY ARE LIKE BEST FRIENDS. Maybe on again off again. Killian left to pursue other things (maybe my rockstar verse??) but comes back like the prodigal son after hearing of Ruby’s grandma passing. That lady was there for him when no one else was, much like Ruby herself, and its with a heavy heart that killian attends the funeral, sucking his bottom lip back with that pleading look in his eyes as he suddenly comes face to face with his longtime friend again.

Late night conversations on the rooftops of their respective houses, talking. Reminiscing. Just being together. Sharing a bottle of whiskey between them for old times’ sake and laughing at stupid jokes that should have long since been dead but are still somehow funny.

Ruby and Killian in my detective verse where Ruby is maybe new to London and trying to make a name for herself as an investigator there or some other such business. And they treat each other to bad Thai takeout and cheap wine and just randomly show up at the other’s flat to just bloody vent because sometimes life just really bloody fucking sucks.

As a pirate, Killian surprises himself by going above and beyond to ensure Red remains aware of her self worth. The lass obviously has no qualms with self confidence on the surface but the pirate guesses, as it is with himself, that maybe she has bigger demons hiding underneath the layer of false bravado. He would do his absolute best to help those go away, probably healing bits of himself in the process. 

One day Killian has a revelation -  no longer is the she wolf in front of him merely a chance for the acquisition of treasure. She offered him friendship, a stubborn streak to match his own and the courage he thought long dead among any non pirate denizens. He realizes in that moment that no matter what becomes of their relationship - he would curved steel to the heart die in order to protect her. Shes seen enough suffering. He wants to make sure thats put to an end

[piraticalarchive]

❝ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me. ❞

“Aye, noted .”

One brow quirked upwards as the pirate studied the crowded tavern, fingers instinctive brushing the hilt of his sword before reaching behind him, wrapping around Red’s own with the barest semblance of strength. Teeth raked over his bottom lip as he moved them through the mass of patrons, gaze never resting on any person longer than a second. They were clearly unwelcome, as it were … but he’d give up a member of his crew before he passed a chance for a drink.

 Hatred of the she-wolf be damned.

The atmosphere was thick with tension, the men nearest them seemingly increasing in agitation as Hook found a seat, motioning for the lass to do the same. Lips curved upwards in a grin as he met her gaze, fingers gesturing for a pair of drinks even as he shot her a wink.

“Apologies, love … but its not every day a dashing rogue such as myself shares the light, as it were. What did you do? Eat their Children? Maul their wives? Something more peculiar, perhaps?.” Tongue pressed to the inside of one cheek at the question, eyes lighting up as one brow quirked in amusement.

 Dog or not, she was quickly becoming a favorite traveling companion.

[hangtherules]

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for every @ i get, i’ll tag someone i love/look up to ┊ not accepting

this seems like the perfect opportunity to praise @piraticalwit. i’ve always sort of viewed taylor as a bit of a force to be reckoned with because they have such a commanding presence on my dash ( in the best way possible ). and honestly, i just really enjoy seeing them on my dash as a whole. sometimes i stop scrolling through the dash to read their writing if they’ve posted a reply recently, or i’ll read through any analysis or meme they might have done for hook. taylor’s love and appreciation for hook is honestly unparalleled. when i think of people who absolutely love the shit out of their muse, and KNOW their muse hella well, i think of taylor. the discussions and headcanons and rants i’ve seen from taylor about hook are just so impressive. and then their writing. we have a thread ( and i need to get my ass in gear and reply tbh ) and the last reply i got from taylor honestly gave me chills. i always feel like i need to be on the top of my game when i’m writing with taylor; they challenge me, which is exactly what you want in a writing partner. ALSO taylor is such a beautiful soul who always has a kind, supportive word for those that need it most, and i am honestly so grateful to have them as a friend and writing partner

[hisroyalcharmingness]

Mornings .... lately they had all been bad, an unwelcome change that David wasn’t quite used to. Eyes squinted against the sun as his truck pulled up to the station, coming to a rumbling stop against the curb. It was unnatural, being up this early - not even the freshly brewed cup of coffee warming his fingers was enough to curve the disappointment. The streets were quiet as he prepared to go in, the slamming of his truck door echoing loudly in the seemingly deserted town. People were afraid, had started locking their doors at night and traveling in packs - the whole thing was just wrong.

Sighing as he pushed through the station doors, dropping his keys on the counter as he perused yet another list of mediocre crimes, the sheriff sighed, wishing for once that he could go back to when his job consisted of finding lost bikes and chasing cats out of trees. The file on the unsolved murders was thick, a list of possible suspects with a million question  marks doodled on over the papers. It was nothing - not even a start - he might as well have been trying to find Santa Claus.

“ That big city help arrives today.”

The remark caught him off guard, breaking into his thoughts with a jarring reminder as blue eyes glanced over his shoulder at the older woman who had just walked in behind him. Granny, as the town affectionately nicknamed her, was a force in her own right - a loose canon that David had come to respect even if her main forte was paperwork and coffee and keeping him on track.

“Don’t remind me. I’m doing my best to ignore it.” It was hard not to feel slighted, hard not to feel annoyed that he had let things get so far out of control that someone else was coming to do his job for him. Great. Eyes flickered to the window, peering through the half open blinds as an unmarked car pulled up beside his truck. “Speak of the devil.” As the figure came closer, the outline of a woman became clearly visible and Granny let out a whistle, shooting David a side -eyed look that he was too busy to notice. The only thing that broke him out of his reverie was the sudden slosh of hot coffee down his shirt, leaving him cursing and wiping at the stained fabric with a million different oaths as the woman walked in.

Ruby.