#keanoway

[chartedrights]

Can’t stop thinking about the doomed cyclical persisting romance of Duke Keane and Miss Holloway. It’s an old song and we’ll sing it again, because maybe this time it’ll come out right. I’ll tell you my name over and over again and maybe one day you’ll remember it. Every kiss is our first kiss and every first kiss is our last. One day you’ll look me in the eye and you’ll recognize me. One day I’ll call your name and you’ll turn around and you’ll see me. As I am. As I have always been. One day I’ll die in your arms and you won’t call the ambulance. One day we’ll find a loophole and I won’t have to walk away. One day you’ll know everything about me. One day I’ll hear you say my name. One day. Next time. This time, if I try hard enough. It makes me insane.

[hatchetfield-bang]

Without Darkness, Light Has No Meaning

Author: Liv @memories-are-mine​ (AO3)

Artist: Cassian (Instagram)

Artist: Madd @warriorblood1​

Beta: Kat @shipsthatcouldshowyouthestars​

Relationships: Duke Keane/Miss Holloway, Miss Holloway & Webby, Webby & Blinky

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence and Character Death

Holloway has spent her life with no company but the shadows, and her once clear song dimmed by tragedy, but when she finds a new partner, in every sense of the word, new in town social worker Duke Keane, a song becomes clear and light floods back in, but disaster strikes when they encounter a mysterious nightmare plague terrorizing Hatchetfield’s children - crowned with a sick vision of glowing purple and yellow eye. Inspired by the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice, Holloway must venture way down in Drowsytown and face her past and help Duke face his if there is any hope left of escaping.

Excerpt below the cut!

“Exactly,” Duke said. “If you think about it, light n’ the dark are part of each other. We wouldn’t even have a word for light without darkness to go with it, you know?”

“Poetic,” Holloway acquiesced. “Read that out of some sort of eighteenth-century novel?”

“Nah,” Duke chuckled a bit. “Well, maybe. But that’s not where the idea came from. I really learned it on the job. It’s a good reminder for me, too. I’m not so afraid of the dark anymore.”

[krayonders]

killer track came into my house and made me write a keanoway/holloduke fic

[memories-are-mine]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hello my fellow humans with Holloduke brainrot, this is my fic for the first annual Hatchetfield Bang! 

It’s an angst-filled lil Orpheus and Eurydice AU in which the lore is made up and the points don’t matter. I’d love it if you all read it it would mean the world to me. (It also features copious Hadestown references, since hadestown was my Soundtrack for writing this). 

I’d like to give a big thank u to my artistes, Madd @warriorblood1 and Cassian who made incredible art for my fic! 

@hatchetfield-bang

[lovelylynart-archive]

I drew this for @krayonders’ birthday today because duke and miss holloway have rights, and now I have keanoway brainrot

[ID: A digital illustration of a snapshot inside of a diner, centered on a booth where Duke Keane and Miss Holloway sit across from each other. Duke is on the left with his elbows on the table, propping his head up with his left hand as he listens to Miss Holloway, a smile on his face. She sits on the right with her knees crossed and hands across her lap, smiling at Duke. In front of them on the table are glasses of soda pop with straws, wrappers crumpled up next to them, and at the far end of the table sit bottles of ketchup and mustard, salt and pepper shakers, a napkin dispenser, and two menus. The booth seats are red, and the table is white. It sits against the wall where posters and decor decorate the space including a Coca-Cola sign and a Nighthawks jersey with the number 16. The floor is tiled with white and gray squares. The interior is dark around them, highlighting the two figures seated.]

[chartedrights]

Also. I promise I’m working on the Keanoway fic I’m just slow