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Miss Holloway's 'regular life' is probably doomed to go wrong, but hear me out, what if it didn't?

And Miss Holloway adds Wiggly to her Christmas card list seeing as it hurt his feelings that he hasn't had one from her (Christmas is his holiday as the most capitalistic time of year, you can't just exclude him from it)

Hatchetfield @femslashfortnight Day 1: Make It Sapphic AU

nobody look at me this is self care. Ignore the amount of hours I put into this.

I’m fine

a holloweane sketch I've been forgetting to post for a while now. they're very fun to draw

he runs to her. holds her. feels her go cold.

day 138 - omg holloweane.... howd you guys get so bitty......

big fan of the “regular and good natured man x the most unfathomably powerful and incredible woman you’ve ever seen” ship dynamic

in another life

haha i'm feeling so normal about killer track today

like getting punched in the face, i swear to god.

Serious question

What the hell are starkid putting in their straight couples?

How did they all invent love

Curt Mega and His Inability To Keep The People He Cares About From Dying ™

a holloweane sketch I've been forgetting to post for a while now. they're very fun to draw

I think it would be neat if Miss Holloway's name was Darlene

Guys they’re in love. They love each other so much.

I was originally just gonna draw Duke but then I thought about Miss Holloway and how she looks at him and I was like “he looks at her the exact same way,” so this happened.

ITS HOLLOWEANE POSTING HOURS !!

I was legitimately in the trenches screaming and crying while drawing this someone sedate me. Anyways, I love how the rendering turned out on this :) pls consider reblogging

Miss Holloway blows out the tall candle she had burning on the dinner table. Smoke rises lazily through the air as she smiles at Duke. “Wanna watch a movie?” she asks as she moves the dirty dishes from the table to the kitchen sink.

“That sounds great, darlin’,” Duke answers with that grin she loves so much.

As he drifts into the living room to find a movie, Miss Holloway sets up the coffee pot to begin brewing a carafe for them. Once the machine starts running, she follows Duke into the living room.

When she steps into the room, though, the scene melts away. She stands alone, a black tome clutched in her hands.

“You asked for this,” a loud voice mocks her, followed by deranged laughter.

A large window appears in front of her. She stares helplessly through it at the sigh of Duke with his arm around another woman. Her grip tightens on the book, threatening to tear it in half. Tears course down her cheeks.

“I don’t want it anymore,” she whispers. Taking a shaky breath, she speaks louder, practically screaming, “I don’t want it!” The sound bounces off the window, swirling around her in echoes.

A tutting sound comes from behind her. She spins around to see Wiley grinning at her, that stupid green apple in his hand. “What a shame,” he croons as his eyes glint, “I thought you were stronger than that.”

She swallows back a sob as she flips the book open. “Still strong enough to kill you,” she shoots back.

“Really now?” Wiley grins maliciously at her. A familiar dagger appears in his hand, its black blade shining in the light. “Let’s see about that.”

The dagger goes sailing through the air before piercing her in the chest, right through her heart. She gasps loudly as she sinks to her knees, the world spinning around her.

“Darlin’? You alright?” Duke’s worried voice reaches her.

Her eyes snap open to see him frowning at her in concern. On the TV, she can see the opening credits of the movie he chose playing. The smell of fresh coffee floats through the air.

“Yeah.” She smiles at him, trying to ignore the phantom pain of a knife driving through her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Holloweane moodboard with 80s and Romance inspo!

Self indulgent!

(all images from pinterest!)

A handful of stardust

@holloweaneweek day 2 - Stars (alt)

warnings: kidnapping / read on AO3 here

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Duke shifted, pulling at the ropes binding he and the star- Holloway- to the mast below deck. All the regret in the world was starting to set in, and he had to force himself to think about just how he’d gotten there.

The wall.

All of this had started because he defied the one rule his town held sacred and crossed the wall. He was all set for a perfectly ordinary life, but a fallen star and his sense of curiosity had completely gotten the better of him.

But, he couldn’t really complain, could he? He’d already had the adventure of a lifetime, and he’d only been gone a day or two.

Surely, the adventure was bound to last, too, had he not told Holloway to think of home and the travel had left the two of them stranded on a cloud. Halfway between his home and hers. He knew he should’ve been more specific… Now they’d been kidnapped by what he could only describe as sky pirates, and from what he could make out on the other side of the door, they really had it in for them.

He could feel the slow throbbing of his left hand underneath the tension of the ropes. In the heat of the moment, when Holloway was inches away from facing the business end of some crazy man’s blade, he’d made a move of his own. The mother he'd never known about had left him the strangest candle in existence, and when he’d lit it, he’d found himself able to travel with only a thought. When he’d seen the chance of Holloway’s death, he’d grabbed the candle and thrust it into the closest flame, desperate to make an escape. 

Some escape this was.

“Do you… Can you and yours even die?” He asked quietly, shooting a nervous glance out of the window, down to the eventual demise thousands of feet below them.

“Die?” She returned, with half the caution he’d exerted.

“Well, it pretty much looks like that’s where this is going, right? Soon as those debates stop going on above us, they’re either gonna torture the life out of us, or we’re going straight through that window there.”

“Why do those have to be the only two options?”

“Forgive me for not being the most optimistic about our chances, Miss Holloway, but they’re pirates! And half of them looked like they wanted to kill us!”

At that, the man who seemed to be in charge burst through the door, his eyes on his catch from the moment he began sauntering down the stairs. He was a tall, well built man, though Duke had no gauge of just how tall he was with the way he was positioned. His hair was a mess of golden curls, long enough that he was able to keep it tied up, but short enough that some of the frontmost strands had begun to fall loose.

The thing that startled Duke the most was the very long and very obvious sword sitting at his waistband. That was where his eyes landed, and he couldn’t look away.

The captain approached, step by thunderous step. Duke did everything he could not to look afraid as he and Holloway were put under scrutiny.

“Alright, the two of you best start giving me some answers, less you want this to end in a very long and very painful death. This is where you tell me who you are and what the hell you’re doin’ up here.”

Duke felt himself stiffen, and he heard Holloway take in a soft breath behind him. He sturdied himself, summoned as much confidence as he could manage, and stared the captain straight in the face. “My name’s Duke Keane, This is my… Wife, Marisa.” Two lies in one breath. He was lucky he considered himself to be a good liar. Holloway was the only name she’d given him, but it didn’t sound enough like a forename for him to use it, so he’d had to improvise. 

“We had no intentions of being here!” Holloway reasoned, giving Duke ample chance to bounce off that.

He nodded frantically. “We’re tryna make it back home. To- uh- to Hatchetfield.”

The captain raised an eyebrow, leaning back against a precarious stack of crates. “She’s your wife, huh? Certainly won’t be the case for much longer… Not with the way things are going, son.”

“Don’t touch her,” Duke warned, to which the captain laughed. From behind the door, he and Holloway heard the crew laughing too. Great. This was one step away from being free entertainment for a whole crew of people. He struggled, decidedly desperate to get out of this situation.

“Your little show of spirit isn’t impressing anyone, Keane. Another word outta you, and I’ll cut out your tongue.”

Duke’s eyes went wide. “Sir-?” His hand absently found Holloway’s. They held onto each other, their reluctance to be in each other’s company being outshone by a want to stay alive.

“An improvement, but still not better.” Within a moment, the captain leaned forwards, and his tone dropped. “Listen to me, son. I have a plan, but I’m going to need you to play along.”

“Wh-what?!” Startled by the change, Holloway dared herself to turn around, nearly meeting the captain’s eyes. 

“I dunno how much longer I can keep this interrogation going, so I’m gonna make a dramatic ending. This lot doesn’t take kindly to prisoners, y’see.” He straightened up, unsheathed his sword, and cut straight through the rope binding the two of them to the mast.

Duke startled immediately and pressed himself up against the sturdy wood. He received a rather sympathetic look from the captain.

“I’ll explain in good time, I swear on my life. But right now, the only thing I need is your trust… And your clothes.”

“Excuse me?”

The captain pointed. At the far end of the room stood a wooden mannequin. “I’m gonna throw you overboard.” He’d said that loud enough that the outside crew could hear him. They scrambled up onto the main deck, presumably to see the action for themselves. Duke looked like he was starting to understand. As he was removing his jacket, he received one final instruction that set this whole thing into motion.

“Behind that door at the far end is a passage that leads straight to my cabin. Take it, I’ll bring your lady, and then I will explain.”

With the promise of an explanation, but still feeling more confused and apprehensive than he had in a long time, Duke simply elected to go along with it. But he was truly astounded. How could one man go from looking like he was out for blood to offering his prisoners another chance at life, in a mere matter of moments?

Taking the passageway in just his underwear was one of the most exposing things he’d ever done, and the place was a kind of cold that he wouldn’t get used to quickly. He didn’t stick around for long enough to see what happened next, but while he was shifting through the all too thin corridor, he heard cheers from above him, and then he pushed his way into the captain’s quarters just as he heard Holloway yelling something he couldn’t quite catch. Something about a murderer? That guy must’ve told her how to go along with it. He really knew how to set something up, didn’t he?

He barely managed to compose himself before the captain came bursting through the door, near enough dragging Holloway behind him. The moment the door closed, she stood up straighter, and he released her. 

“I am sorry about that, miss… Needs must.”

She shrugged, brushing herself off. “It was.. No problem. But, you are gonna tell us what’s going on now, aren’t you?”

“Of course. See, from the moment you mentioned Hatchetfield, I knew there was something I could do... Mr Keane,” his eyes landed on Duke, who had shrunken into himself and was trying to keep himself as warm as possible. He hummed a little, wandering over to what looked like a closet, and sizing something up. When he turned back around, he had slung over his arm a whole other outfit that he quickly passed off to Duke. “I believe this looks like your size. And I assume there are questions?”

Duke accepted the bundle of fresh clothes and began to slip them on, more bothered about keeping the chill of the thin air off him. “Uh yeah, more than a few… Who are you? What was the deal back there?” He was immediately surprised that the captain's judgement was perfectly correct. Everything he'd been handed fit him perfectly, as if they had been tailored for him. He decided not to think too much into that.

“I suppose that is a good place to start. The name's McNamara. My father was one of the greatest privateers this side of the wall, and his reputation permits nothing other than my being exactly the same. I've spent years building up this facade; the most ruthless, unforgiving bastard I could muster. But the truth of the matter is different. I'm not entirely sure what would happen if they ever found out I'd been slyly letting men go for longer than I can remember…”

“You said the stepping stone was when I mentioned Hatchetfield?”

“I myself am a Hatchetfield boy, and I dare say I’ve missed the place in my years away…”

“Now I know you’re lying-” Duke muttered, to which McNamara laughed heartily. 

“Mhm. Damn right.”

“What’s so bad about it?” Holloway asked, all too innocently.

Duke shot a quick glance towards McNamara. It seemed this wasn’t the first time he’d heard that he’d been lied to. He seemed entirely nonplussed, so Duke assumed that Holloway had already rushed him through an explanation.

“What’s right about it?” He returned, his focus directed towards her. “Strange place, really… A lot of weird stuff happens, that’s why I thought nobody would notice if I hopped the wall and decided to venture out. It’s like people say, around there, people go missing every day.”

Her eyes widened a little. The fact that the whole town was just willing to shrug off the strange happenings and the numerous disappearances was astounding, to say the least. She couldn’t believe that.

McNamara folded his arms. “I’ve got a deal to make some miles below, there’s a buyer willing to take up what we’ve been collecting, for good money. An offer I can’t refuse, let’s say. But the two of you are welcome to stay, I’ll get you back to Hatchetfield, you have my word.”

The two of them felt rather assured in that. When McNamara docked- which was a much less violent experience than Duke had thought- the whole crew disappeared with several airtight canisters in tow. Had either of them seen what they had actually been collecting? What kind of deal could make McNamara so excited that they had to take it on immediately?

Whatever the deal was, it gave the two of them the chance to look around a little. Holloway became fascinated with the metal netting at the bow of the ship, and spent a while staring at it. It was a wire frame, and led down over the body of the zeppelin keeping the ship in the air. Connecting it to the deck was a long, iron rod that almost resembled a flagpole.

When she motioned Duke over, he stared at it, trying to figure it out. “That looks like a lightning rod…” He pointed out. 

“A lightning rod? On an airship?”

“Why conduct the lightning towards the ship? Surely that’d be something they wanted to get away from…”

She nodded her agreement. “Unless that’s what they’re selling off?”

That sounded entirely crazy to him, but at the same time, somewhat plausible. He couldn’t imagine how it worked, but somehow, he could picture people literally collecting the lightning out of the sky almost perfectly.

When the crew returned, Duke was introduced to them as McNamara’s nephew, returned from some journey or other. The change in outfit had made him feel like a completely different person, in any case, even if he physically looked no different. 

The journey back to Hatchetfield wasn't a short one. The estimation had been a couple of days, but the time wasn't wasted. McNamara was incredibly kind to the both of them, and they quite literally danced the night away. Duke wasn't the most proficient dancer, but the way McNamara told it to him made it sound easy. And, Holloway was a brilliant partner. Both of them shared that lack of practice, but she was smiling like she had never been part of a better experience. He held her close, looking at her like she’d hung the moon. Keeping to a rhythm was much easier when there was no music, so the two of them swayed to their own melody, one that he found himself absently humming.

Lost in the moment, he closed his eyes, letting everything wash over him. He was the luckiest man in the world, and he’d fallen in love with a star. An actual star, fallen from the sky. And that didn’t sound even remotely crazy to him. 

A gathering of soft gasps from the crew drew him back into the moment, and he opened his eyes to find that Holloway was quite literally glowing. His smile grew only further, and he leaned in towards her. “You’re really shinin’ out here tonight…” he mused softly

She returned his smile, and then seemed to realise exactly what he meant. But, she seemed to delight in it, and laughed a melodic little tinkle. “May as well make the moment last then, right?”

Duke’s cheeks dusted with a blush, and he nodded dutifully. Taking one of his hands from her waist, he held it out, and interlaced her fingers in his. “By all means…”