So clearly I dithered over this for like more than a year. It was really hard to do in written form and this really, uh… turned more angsty and sad and Dark Ones hatefucking than intended. Like we just nosedived into the angst pool and I’m a little bit sorry about that.
Loathing rolls off of him in waves. In another time, another place, he might be the inspiration for a demon with fire in his eyes and smoke curling from his nostrils. Every breath, every sneer, every step is full of hatred towards Emma Swan.
Let him hate her. No one hates her more for this decision than she hates herself.
She couldn’t let him die, so she made him live. A shell of a man, his soul gone and replaced with a void of bloodthirst and fury.
For weeks she’s done nothing but try to bring him back. For a while, it worked. Block out the darkness, keep up the facade, let him late her, let him fear her… but now? His body remains, but now there’s nothing of Killian left. She’s watched from the shadows, practiced spells and charms and reached into the depths of her magic, but –
Nothing.
Killian Jones is gone. The Dark One is all that remains, standing at the foot of his bunk and sneering at her, poison spilling from his lips as he curses her again and again for refusing to let him die, refusing his dying wish and turning him into the very thing he spent centuries trying to destroy.
Let him hate her. He could never hate her more than she hates herself.
A smut request: First off, I love your fics, they are so well written and your smut is super hot :) This might not work in written form, but I love the way Dark Hook looks so much… I would die for something sexy where Emma changes Killian with magic, his hair, dark features, maybe even some of the darkness of his personality (potentially leading to a little rough sex) because she wants to bang his brains out as the Dark One… I need more Dark Hook hair in my life.
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