#heartthrobxhook

[thelxstdrow]

@heartthrobxhook to Xen:

"Don't you growl at me you big noodle lizard." He said and boops the giant dragon's snout. "Do you need a break from Balor? I can handle him if you want some peace"

ᒥ🌌ᒧ—        The soft whistles of the ancient beast were as akin to a deep growl as his long neck would allow. At first, they had been made in warning to the wyrmling attacking his tail, but when he felt a hand on his snout it was aimed towards the human.

He blows a powerful snort out his nose at Killian, then moves his head. "You can try," Xeniarth grumbles. Usually he'd humor the wyrmling, but during the day he needed at least a few hours sleep. Unfortunately, where Xeniarth was settling down midday, the wyrmling became his most rambunctious.

[dm-tainthairs-collection]

@heartthrobxhook asked: "So I was thinking, what do you get a dragon that has everything?" Killy said as he was leading his dragon mate to a surprise.

ᒥ🌌ᒧ—        The beast in a human form chuckles softly, trusting his human lover wherever he was taking him. "In truth, all I need is your love, care, and affection, my precious one." His collection of items was vast, he had not one clue what Killian had found that he did not already have.

His thumb lightly strokes the other's hand as they were clasped together. It had been quite a long time since he felt his gut fluttering with anticipation like this. It was exciting. Whatever Killian had in store, he'd be showered in affection for blessing Xeniarth with a long missed joy.

[musesforthedamned]

The night was heavy with salt and smoke, Nassau’s harbor restless with the constant groan of rope against mast and the slap of waves against hull. James Flint stood at the end of the dock, posture carved from iron, the kind of stillness that drew eyes as much as any storm. He had heard the name whispered before he saw the ship: Jones. 

Captain Killian Jones. 

The man’s reputation had arrived ahead of him like a warning bell, each rumor sharpened by the mouths that carried it. 

A captain with teeth, they said. 

A man who left splinters of broken crews behind him and carried his past like a wound he refused to let close.

When the vessel slid into view, Flint’s gaze narrowed. She was a fine ship, sharp and quick, made for both pursuit and flight. And in this place, a ship was an extension of the man himself; Jones, whoever he truly was, had just laid bare more than he likely intended.

Flint did not believe in accidents. No ship of that caliber sailed into Nassau’s rotting mouth by chance. If Captain Hook had chosen this harbor, it was with purpose, and Flint would have the truth of it before long.

He waited until the gangplank thudded against the dock before moving, boots striking wood with the precise rhythm of a man who expected the world to part around him. The crew nearby hushed, the kind of silence born of men who’d seen too much blood spilled on a night that began just like this one.

Flint’s presence demanded it.

“Captain Jones,” Flint said at last, letting the name cut the air like a drawn blade. His voice was steady, measured, the quiet authority of someone who had built a kingdom out of whispers and fear. “They speak of you here already. Nassau’s streets are thin-walled. Rumor travels fast… faster still when it reeks of trouble.”

He studied the man, posture set with the stubborn pride of someone who had survived too much to bow now. Flint’s mouth curved, not in kindness, but in the faintest echo of a wolf baring its teeth.

“So. Have you come to this island to make allies, or enemies? It rarely allows for both. And I will tell you now, Jones- Nassau is not merciful to those who hesitate.” A slow tilt of his head toward the man’s ship, the words delivered with a softness that carried more weight than any shouted threat. “Yours is a beautiful vessel. Would be a shame if she found herself at the bottom before your reputation has the chance to breathe here.”

A pause, long enough for the threat to hang between them like smoke. Then, a flicker of something more: curiosity, hard-won and well-hidden, but there all the same. “But perhaps you’ve heard the same about mine.”

@heartthrobxhook

[shatteredxndbroken]

@heartthrobxhook continued from (HERE)

Thayne had been nursing a glass of rum when the young captain walked back inside, limping and bleeding. Curious, Captain Briars asked what they had done to him and actually got an answer. The big man snickered. "Did you expect a fair fight in Pirate Bay?" Grinning and cocking a brow as he turned to him now he was sitting next to him.

Taking a gulp from his drink before speaking again. "Many don't have morals... or some basics of it anyway. Shame on you to get baited like that, though." Shrugging and than waved the barkeep over and wanted a refill for his own while getting one for the other captain. "Good, let them bleed out... I have no respect nor sympathy for those kind of fuckers. You might want to get your situation checked out. Got a shady doc at my ship, but... He does his work, none died under his care, but he might have strange ways. Though, since it's all physical, you might be safe from such strange ways."

[fornassau]

@heartthrobxhook "In my defense, he threatened me first."

Flint had just walked in on a damn near brawl. Some fucking pirate he knew not of apparently picked a fight with Killian. The man was laying on the floor and Flint lightly kicked his body to see if he was even still alive which brought the smallest of groans. He’d live.

But Killian looked like he had a busted lip, possibly a black eye. “ Why the fuck did he attack you? “ But then he rolled his eyes in thought. “ All right, Killian. What did you say to him? “ He had to have said something smart arse to set the guy off like that.

[goblinmuses]

@heartthrobxhook to Ghost Face

"Are you trying to threaten me with that knife or flirt with me?"

"What, it can't be both~?" There's a dark chuckle under that mask of his. Expression hard to read, but his tone seemed to carry a playful tone to it.

[lostxndbroken]

@heartthrobxhook

Dean stared at this strange colored, bean shape thing, glaring at it suspiciously. “You’re telling me that this is going to take us to Neverland, where supposedly the children are taken to?” Dean shook his head without losing eye contact on the so called magical bean.

He remembered his mother reading stories and adventures about Peter Pan and Neverland. It was his favorite story. The lost boys. He felt like a lost boy a lot when he was younger, which only came after his mother died. So only later did those stories became more valuable.

“How do we use it?” So Dean got the details about how to use it, and it sounded so weird but then again, Ozz was real too and a lot of monsters were real… Carefully, Dean took the small thing between his fingers and studied it. “Alright… Let’s get those boys back, I suppose? What if it doesn’t work?” Well, no harm done, right? Only bad side would be no boys and they had to search somewhere else.

Before they would use it, Dean made sure he was packed and prepared to go through this portal. He brought a knife, a gun, some other things that would help for a general hunt. There was salt and other things in his bag. And than he used the bean outside the bunker to make sure there was enough space. Again, when it worked, he just stared at it until his brother pulled him out of a trance and pulled him in.

The smack in this new world was hard and, jungle-y. “What the actual hell… It worked?!”

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

@heartthrobxhook "You and I would make a great team."

James looked up slowly from the map, his brow furrowed not from confusion, but because that damn line always stirred something in his chest. Months aboard the Jolly Roger had worn down the walls he built, both emotional and professional. They’d fought side-by-side against storms and sea monsters, and in quiet moments, they'd shared touches that lingered too long, kisses that started in stolen shadows and ended in tangled sheets. But neither of them had said what it really meant — not out loud.

"A great team?" James repeated dryly, a smirk curling on his lips as he rolled up the map and stepped closer. “You mean when you’re not trying to steal my boots or ‘accidentally’ locking me in your quarters so that I may have my way with you?” His voice dropped just enough to remind Killian of last night — and the night before that. But still, he didn’t pull away. In fact, he stopped only a breath away, eyes searching the pirate’s face.