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[hollyethecurious]

I have to say I was really intrigued by what you shared about your a/b/o WIP, but I'm really dying to hear a bit of what's coming for "A Different Kind of Fun" ;)

I'm so glad my vague a/b/o idea has intrigued you! Let's hope it continues to intrigue the muse, lol

I feel like before I can share anything about adkof I have to apologize for leaving it for so long. I really don't know what happened. I just... hit a wall with it. That said... I HAVE started on the next chapter, so hope is not lost for the fic! I'm not sure if I'll continue to post chapters as I finish them, or if I'll wait and only start updating again once I have the entire thing finished, so I don't leave y'all hanging again. For now... here's a little snippet from Chapter Five!

A hiss fell from Killian’s split lip when Emma began applying the stage make-up to his blackened eye.

“Hold still ya big baby,” Emma teased, her focus remaining on the task at hand. “It’s not that bad.”

He knew she was referring to his pain, but as Killian looked past her to the mirror, surrounded by blinding lights, in her dressing room at the Storybrooke Theatre, he was relieved to see the bruises weren’t so bad either.

“I don’t get why you just let him pummel you like,” Ruby chimed in from where she was perched on one of Emma’s co-star’s vanity stations. “Graham said you laid out Walsh with a single punch, why not introduce Neal to that wicked left hook?”

“Because Rob would have had my arse if I’d broken my hand the day we’re meant to have our final audition for the tour,” Killian explained, having already had the conversation with Emma earlier back on his boat, with a bag of frozen peas pressed against his face. “I’m already gonna get an earful for the lip.”

“Well,” Emma sighed, stepping back to admire her work. “I can’t do anything about the lip, but I dare anyone to spot your black eye, thanks to my expert stage make-up skills.”

Slipping his arms around her waist, Killian pulled Emma onto his lap and pressed his lips to hers. Which probably wasn’t the best idea, but the fresh sting from the cut was absolutely worth it.

“Ugh,” Ruby admonished, her wolfish grin negating her professed disgust. “Get a room.”

“This is Emma’s dressing room,” Killian muttered churlishly against his Swan’s lips. “Her name is on the door. I don’t believe I saw yours there, however, so feel free to leave at any point.”

Emma giggled against his mouth, and he nipped her bottom lip before pulling back, knowing they didn’t have time to engage in more enjoyable activities, even without the third wheel presence.

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[hollyethecurious]

I need more details on your Shipwreck AU please. Or, Unwilling To Repeat (I am still eagerly waiting for the next chapter of that one btw!)

I can provide you a bit of info on both!

My Shipwreck AU has been languishing in my wips folder for about three years now, but I haven't given up on the idea because I LOVE a good shipwreck trope.

The general premise is, Princess Emma and her betrothed, Prince Neal, are traveling to his kingdom to prepare for the wedding when the ship is caught in a storm. Trapped within her quarters, Princess Emma is rescued by her bodyguard, Lt. Jones, but by the time the reach the deck all the boats are gone save for one. Together, they work to abandon ship and when the storm clears, they find themselves on a deserted island. While searching the beach for useful items within the wreckage, they find a gravely wounded member of the crew who informs them it was Prince Neal's order to leave the Princess behind. Weeks go by, and during that time, Emma and Killian learn to rely on one another for survival, drawing closer together as equals and lovers, until finally a ship is spotted and they are rescued... or so they think.

I am SO SORRY I have kept you waiting with Unwilling to Repeat. I can't promise when I'll have an update, but rest assured I have not abandoned the fic. How about a small snippet from chapter two??

“Is your ship going to be okay? Just left all alone for anyone to come and take?”

“She’ll be fine,” Hook assured her. “Her enchantment doesn’t allow for anyone other than her captain, or those he designates to act in his stead, to command her.”

“Then how was Neal able to sail it back to Storybrooke from New York?”

Hook’s actions faltered, clearly having forgotten about that incident.

“He must have kept it,” the pirate murmured to himself, his expression incredulous and a bit… touched?

“Kept what?”

Shaking off whatever emotion had taken hold of him, Hook reached into one of his numerous coat pockets and pulled out a wooden disc with a set of holes drilled through it.

“A piece of the rigging,” he explained, turning the object over in his hand. “Bestowing a piece of the rigging to a member of my crew symbolically gives them my authority to take command of the Jolly Roger in my absence. I once gave a piece of her to Bae. So he would know he always had a home here if he so chose.” A sad, wistful smile ghosted over his lips as an emotionally fraught exhale stuttered past them. “He must have kept it… all these years.”

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[hollyethecurious]

*Sobbing*

HOW CAN I POSSIBLY CHOOSE?!

Okay. So. How about I get a sample of each?! No? Fine.

Ummm..... I pick a snippet of Pan Says (cuz I love this already) and a quick snack of ABO. And.... A taste of MobKillian before Sunday.

And a sequel??! Be still my heart!!!

Xox

You don't ask for much, huh? 😆

Okay, well...I already shared a snippet from Pan Says here, and I addressed the fact I have nothing more than some notes a general outline for a/b/o here.

Since I did post a sneak peek for it, I WILL give you a snippet from this Sunday's mob chapter, however, there isn't much to tell about a sequel, as I mentioned here.

In the Company of Demons, Chapter Eight - Sneak Peek:

“Well?” Emma prompted, snapping him from his blatant appreciation and forcing his eyes to meet hers. “Will I blend in with the ladies from the other families?”

A scoff forced its way out of his lungs and he regained control over his movements. “Not bloody likely. I hate to tell you this, love,” he said, stepping forward into her personal space, “but they’re just as likely to hate you on the spot for the way you’ll outshine them all evening.” The backs of his fingers trailed down her arm, leaving ripples of raised flesh in their wake as he murmured, “I, however, will be the envy of every man in the room.”

Emma hummed a dubious sound, her hands gliding up his chest where she could feel his breath catch beneath her palms. “I think there might be at least a few women who’ll consider me a very lucky girl for having landed such a devilishly handsome and powerful mob boss.”

Killian chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, something akin to a half groan half growl reverberating in his chest when he realized her back was completely bare. “You know,” he purred, brushing the tip of his nose against hers, his head angling slightly to put his mouth in a better position in relation to hers as his warm breath ghosted over her lips. “We could forego the festivities and engage in more enjoyable activities without having to leave the suite.”

His lips chased hers when she tilted her head back, her hands firmly pressing against his chest. “Easy tiger,” she admonished in a husky tone, bordering on playful. “I’m just getting into character.”

It was definitely a growl that rumbled through his chest this time as it heaved against her palms. “Bad form, Swan,” he chastised with only a minor hint of aggravation.

“What’s the matter, Captain?” she brazenly challenged. “Can’t handle a little role play in preparation of selling our relationship to the masses tonight? I thought you said we had to be convincing.”

The muscle at his jaw flickered and his eyes narrowed. “Be careful, love,” he warned in a dark tone of pure sin that slinked over her skin and down her spine. “Our conduct with one another at the event tonight might be an act, but there are limits to my restraint. I won’t hesitate to respond to your... provocation.”

“And I thought you were a gentleman,” Emma shot back with a haughtily cocked brow, knowing full well she was playing with fire yet unable to keep herself from throwing gasoline onto the flames.

“I am a gentleman,” he asserted, peeling her hands off his chest so he could pull her in close, one hand gripping her waist while the other wrapped around the back of her neck. Turning her head so he could whisper into her ear, the threat sounded more like a promise when he murmured, “but that won’t stop me from taking you over my knee and giving you a right good spanking. So behave.”

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[hollyethecurious]

Mamma Mia for the ask game please🙂

My Mamma Mia AU is based on the movie/musical. However, in mine there is no wedding. Emma is opening an Inn on the island of Misthaven off the coast of Storybrooke.

Her best friend Ruby, who is helping her with the grand opening, is given several address books to use in order to send out invites. Among them is actually an old diary Emma kept the summer she became pregnant with her son Henry. After glancing through it, she realizes Henry has three potential fathers and in her friend's best interest, invites each of them to the opening.

All three men - Neal Cassidy, August Booth, and Killian Jones - accept the invite and receive a shock when they arrive at the same time and are greeted by Emma's ten year old son, Henry.

Shenanigans ensue.

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[hollyethecurious]

Tell me more about this 'Mob Sequel' that's in the works, please...

Hahahahaha! I wouldn't go so far as to say it's in the works. Mostly, I have it in my wips in case I do decide to write a follow-up to In the Company of Demons.

It has a few notes of potential plot points, other characters I might add to the verse, and... a list of casualties.

There's nothing really concrete yet, so no promises it'll even get written.

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[hollyethecurious]

HOLY SHIT 2. VAMP KILLIAN YES.

Thank you for the ALL CAPS! LOL. I love it when y'all yell at me 😘

I already shared a snippet here, however... I will add that a part of the fic was inspired by this post.

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[hollyethecurious]

9 for the ask game please?

Pan Says has been rattling around in my brain for YEARS, and I finally started putting words on the page a few months ago. I'm working on Part One, where Emma and Killian are strangers who wake up next to each other after having been kidnapped and are forced to play a twisted game of Pan Says in order to earn things like clothes, food, books, showers, etc... and eventually, hopefully, their freedom.

I plan to post Part One in the fall, then open the fic up to prompts for the subsequent parts.

Here's a little teaser:

There was a warm, soft body wrapped in his arms and a strange mattress underneath him. Those were the first half coherent thoughts Killian Jones had before the smooth, bare, feminine form began screaming and wrestled out of his grasp.

“Who the fuck are you?!”

Killian’s eyes flew open, the harsh beams of florescence overhead causing him to squint against their garish light. The thin material covering him was yanked away and it took him a minute to realize he was completely naked. Instinctively, he clamped both his hands over his groin in an attempt to shield himself as the woman continued demanding answers he didn’t have.

“Where am I? What did you do with my clothes? Did… did we… did you… What the fuck is going on? Answer me!”

Killian’s vision finally adjusted. He was in a room he did not recognize with a woman he was certain he had never seen before. She wasn’t the sort of lass one could ever forget and not because she was staring at him murderously with a thin sheet draped around her body.

“Lass, I--”

When she advanced Killian sprang out of bed, using it as a barrier. He held his hands out then remembered his current state. Plucking a pillow from where it lay crumpled, he held it over himself and began again.

“I have no idea who you are or how we ended up here,” he told her earnestly. “I am as much a victim in this mystery as you are.”

Her eyes, a vivid green, made more brilliant by the violent inclinations radiating from their depths, flicked between his. It took but a moment for her to determine he was telling her the truth, and as grateful as he was for that, he wasn’t sure he would have been as trusting. Although… it certainly hadn’t occurred to him that she had anything to do with his current confounding situation, and now that it had, he was quick to dismiss the idea out of hand.

Marching towards the door, the lass searched in vain for some sort of handle upon its metal surface, then pounded her first against it when none could be found.

“Hey! Open the door!” she shouted. “Let us out of here!”

While his companion focused her ire on a new target, Killian took the opportunity to study their surroundings a bit more closely. They were in an all metal room with what appeared to be steel panels grommeted together. In one corner was the door the woman - blonde hair hanging down to her trim waist, her frame slight but strong, gorgeous if not a little bloody terrifying - continued to hammer her fists against, and in the adjacent corner was an opening that led to a toilet and sink. The only furniture was the large bed, fitted with pristine white sheets, but no additional blankets. Above were the fluorescents, buzzing obnoxiously, and a vent Killian could feel a modest amount of heat blowing from. His toes curled against the cold concrete floor, and his eyes snapped up to take in the small window high up on the wall over the bed, letting in a soft beam of light that was warming the tops of his feet.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you gonna help me find a way out of here?” the woman shouted at him. Before he could answer, a monitor in the corner that Killian had failed to notice came to life with crackles of static blasting through its speakers and ones installed in the ceiling. A still, silhouetted image, the outline of which seemed vaguely familiar in a cartoonish sort of way, filled the screen as a voice greeted them.

“Ah, you’re both finally awake!” the voice remarked in a jovial, almost playful male tone. “I’m so glad. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you both properly.” Though his tone remained light, Killian could detect a note of something that made the hairs along the back of his neck stand on edge. “My name is Pan, and I’d like for us all to play a little game.”

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[hollyethecurious]

You know what I want 😏

1 and 13 please 😁

hee hee hee. I LOVE how much you love this Prison AU. I PROMISE to start posting it soon... maybe for the historical event if I get up the courage to commit to it??

This thing STILL has no title, but it is very loosely based on the real life account of Martha Casto who was incarcerated in the Missouri State Penitentiary in 1843 for manslaughter. Here's a little snippet for you (and sorry if I've shared this before. I've lost track of what's been teased from this fic...oops!)

“Mrs. Cassidy, I am Liam Jones, Warden here at Misthaven Penitentiary, and this is my Captain of the Guard, Killian Jones.”

Killian gave the woman a curt nod and tried to focus his attention on the words Liam was speaking. Not that he really needed to. It was the same speech he gave to every other inmate who passed through their doors. Albeit, no other inmate had ever had the privilege of receiving these remarks within the warden’s own office. A change in protocol that further iterated how remarkable a situation they all faced.

Remarkable. Yes. Such a designation seemed apt as Killian took in the woman before him. He was not sure what he had expected of Mrs. Cassidy, but the thin framed young woman before him certainly was not it. She couldn’t have been more than twenty years old, and only reached his chin. Though she had to have been petrified of what lay ahead, her countenance betrayed none of her trepidations. Standing stiff backed with her head high, she struck Killian as a tough lass. Tough and bloody beautiful to boot.

His job just got a whole lot harder.

A small grimace passed over her features when she turned back towards the door, having been dismissed by the warden and ready to be led to her cell. Her delicate hands clenched and released, the red welts from the shackles clasped around her wrists stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin. Killian ground his teeth together, a response he’d involuntarily given into a number of times since seeing her disembark from the prison wagon with chains binding her wrists and ankles. It was standard procedure when transporting prisoners, but Killian could barely stomach the sight of those restraints on a woman, regardless of her crime.

Escorted by his fellow guardsman, Robin, Killian marched his prisoner along the corridor towards the catwalk that allowed them to cross over to the other side of the upper level. While passing the manned cells, Killian did his best to shield Mrs. Cassidy from the other prisoners’ view, but it didn’t stop a few taunts and lewd comments thrown her way by one of the more hardened inmates. Pulling his baton from where it rested at his hip, Killian slammed it against the bars as a warning.

“You’d best hold your tongue, before I remove it,” Killian said in a hushed, menacing tone that matched the look he stared the man down with until the perpetrator backed away.

Out of instinct, Killian reached out to grasp the woman’s arm in order to prompt her forward, but retracted his hand when he saw her flinch away. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from apologizing, reminding himself she was just another prisoner and had to be treated as such in order to maintain the necessary balance required for order and discipline within the prison.

As for the S&B Witch/Hunter AU, all I have on that so far is...

A Shadow and Bone AU where Emma and Killian are the Grisha and Witch Hunter. Still need to decide who's who???

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