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Through the Rising Tide

Thank you so much for the beautiful graphic @itsfabianadocarmo! See this other beautiful, heartbreaking graphic by @wefoundloveunderthelight here. Thanks so much! Summary: The Jones brothers are polar opposites. Liam's the safe and honorable one, straight-laced and straight as an arrow. The good son. Killian's the dangerous one, the bad boy with tats, leather jackets, a motorcycle and a questionable past. The only things they have in common are panty-melting sea-blue eyes, the flat they share in Storybrooke and a rare blood type. Oh, and apparently their taste in women. Or rather, one woman. Feisty. Blonde. Gorgeous. Green-eyed Goddess. Killian saw her first, but she chose his brother—the nice guy over the playboy. And even though she’s dating his brother, it doesn't make him want her any less. If that's not bad enough, she moves in with them and he has to pretend he's not completely in love with her. His life could not get any worse… Until Liam dies in a tragic motorcycle accident. Leaving each of them with one half of a broken heart. Now Killian and Emma are left helping each other pick up the pieces. Just as they're beginning to learn how to live in their new reality, another riptide pulls them further into the deep end when she finds out she's pregnant with Liam's baby. Notes: Okay, so I've been debating with myself about what happens in this chapter since I started writing this story, because I didn't want Killian to seem like an asshole and like he's just trying to get out of the situation. After doing some research, I think this solution is the best route to take to accomplish that. So please don't come after me lol.

Thank you @ultraluckycatnd for looking it over! This story was inspired by Baby Mine by Kennedy Fox, and I loved the book so much and thought it was very much underrated. I’ve wanted to write a fic like this for a long time now because it’s one of my favorite tropes, but after I read that book, I just had to write my own take. The title comes from the lyrics of the song, Lay By Me by Ruben. The particular line goes like this: "I hope you know through the rising tide That I'll be here and you can lay by my side" If you've never heard it, I recommend giving it a listen. It's an amazing song and very fitting for this story. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VFJbLzEtoZw P.S. In case you're unable to read the shoulder tattoo in the picture above and are wondering what it says: "There is no happiness without tears No life without death And no true love without heartbreak" Rated: Explicit for smut (including sexual fantasies, masturbation, implied and detailed sex, etc.) and language (lots of F-bombs). Also available on: AO3 FF.N Catch up: Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 3 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8 // Ch 9

Chapter 10

“I’m pregnant.”

Emma’s heart drops into her stomach when she hears the two words that seem to shatter her soul. She knows all too well that two simple words can change a life forever. The most traumatizing moments in her life started with two words.

I’m sorry.

You’re fired.

We’re over.

I cheated.

Marry me.

Liam’s dead.

And now, I’m pregnant.

She knows she has no right to be upset, or hurt, even; she keeps telling herself Killian’s not hers, but a huge part of her wishes he were never with this dreadful woman. And it has nothing to do with jealousy. She just thinks Killian deserves much better than this bitch. Emma may not have always felt this way about him, but she can honestly say he’s not the same man she met a year and a half ago.

“Um…” Killian scratches behind his ear, not exactly sure what to say to Milah. “Congratulations?”

Emma has the urge to laugh but suppresses it. This isn’t something to joke about. It’s certainly not something Milah finds the least bit humorous. Which is understandable.

She’s carrying his baby.

Kilian’s going to be a father.

No, Killian is a father.

The thought makes Emma feel numb inside.

Milah’s jaw is on the floor as she gapes at Killian and plants her hands on her hips. “Congratulations? That’s all you have to say?”

Killian looks at Emma in sheer puzzlement. But she doesn’t know exactly how to feel, other than disappointment and devastation, so she just looks at him in shock. He reverts his attention to Milah and shrugs. “What do you want me to say?”

Milah drops her hands to her sides and sighs dramatically. “Oh, I don’t know. What every father-to-be would say. Like for starters, maybe that you’re ecstatic or that this is the happiest day of your life.”

He furrows his brows, the lines on his forehead deepening. “Why would it be the happiest day of my life?”

It takes everything inside Emma to not give in to the tickle in her throat and dissolve into laughter.

Milah’s eyes almost pop out of her head. “You’re joking, right?”

He doesn’t even crack a smile. “Why would I be joking?”

Growing impatient, she sighs again and rolls her eyes. “Look, I don’t have time for games. I’m tired and cranky and hormonal and I don’t need smart-ass Jones right now. I need to know you’re in this.” She looks at Emma, flashing a deadly scowl and adds, “Just you and me and our baby.”

Killian freezes, his confusion quickly transforming into something else, his face paling and his mouth falling open in shock.

Does he not think the baby is his?

“Wait, what do you mean, our baby?”

Milah laughs hysterically, like Killian just told her the funniest thing in the world. “Wow, I hope you’re just playing dumb because I really don’t have the patience for this right now.”

“But that’s not possible,” he says, his words cracked as he scratches behind his ear. “I...I used protection.”

Milah becomes serious again, her eyes narrowing. “Wait, you’re not messing with me, are you?” She places her hand on her belly. “You really don’t think this is our baby?”

“No, I don’t,” Killian answers matter-of-factly. “I used a condom,” he says again.

Milah raises her voice, throwing the very last shred of patience out the window. “Are you an idiot?! Condoms aren’t one hundred percent effective!”

“I know that,” he says through gritted teeth. “But I checked for leakage after I pulled out.”

“Okay,” Emma squeaks, her voice higher pitched than intended. She feels very awkward listening to this conversation. “Maybe I should just go to my room so you two can talk.” They clearly have some things to discuss.

“That’s a fantastic idea,” Milah remarks in a cynical tone as she glares at Killian.

“And maybe you should put some pants on. This is definitely a pants-on conversation,” Emma laughs.

His cheeks and ears redden as he grabs her hand. “True, but you don’t have to go,” he murmurs.

A slight smile curves across her lips, her heart fluttering as she gives him a small squeeze.

“What the actual fuck, Killian? Why are you doing this?” Milah demands, staring at their joined hands.

His brows furrow in confusion as he releases Emma’s hand. “Doing what?”

“Acting like you’re not the father and then looking at another woman like you look at Emma?”

Emma’s heart skips at Milah’s comment. And she’s right; he looks at her like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen. She feels special under his gaze. Desirable, even. And that’s saying something, considering she’s five months pregnant and has never felt so unattractive or fat in her whole goddamn life. Except when Killian looks at her, of course.

“I’m the mother of your child, yet you don’t seem excited or happy, and instead you’re arguing with me about a stupid condom!”

“Milah, I’m telling you, that baby’s not mine.”

“As much as I hate to admit this, but Milah’s right—contraceptives aren’t always effective,” Emma points out, thinking back to when she and Liam were together. “I took birth control religiously until Liam died and I still got knocked up.”

“Okay, but how do you know for sure?” Killian challenges Milah. “Were you with anyone else before or after we…”

“Of course not!�� she replies defensively.

But Emma can tell she’s lying because Milah’s looking away and running her hand through her hair like she’s nervous.

“Okay, when was your conception date?”

Milah scratches her head. “Um...November...November nineteenth,” she stammers, obviously trying to remember what day she was with Killian, rather than reiterating what date her doctor would’ve told her based on her menstrual cycle. But the nineteenth was not when she was with Killian, and Emma knows this because the day Milah was with Killian was two days later—the same day Liam died. But again, it could be Milah’s estimated date of conception. Unless she’s lying completely to make Killian think he’s the father. “Look, Killian, I know we both said we weren’t looking for a relationship, but…” She reaches out, taking Killian’s hand in hers. “We can do this. I know we can. You don’t have to be scared.”

He pulls his hand away, his face hard as he stares at her. “Milah, why do you think this baby is mine?”

She furrows her brows in confusion. “What reason would I have for lying to you?”

“Because, perhaps the baby is Gold’s, and you don’t want him to be a part of your life or the baby’s...and you don’t want to do this alone. So pretending I’m the father might seem like the perfect solution.”

“I’m not pretending, Killian. You are the father! So stop trying to excuse yourself from doing the responsible thing and accept your fatherly duties!”

“It’s not an excuse,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “I’ve promised Emma I would help raise her baby. The baby’s not even mine and I’ve accepted the responsibilities of raising my niece or nephew.”

“Yet you can’t accept the responsibility of raising your own child! This is absurd! You’re abandoning your own family for another child who’s not even yours!”

“Milah, do you really think I would turn my back if there was even the slightest chance that baby was mine? If I were the father, I’d accept my responsibilities. I’d take you to the doctor’s appointments and I’d share custody and help out financially, but I’m not the father. And you and I aren’t a family.”

Milah screams in frustration. “If you think you can get out of this by simply paying child support, you’re dead wrong!”

“That’s not what I’m saying. I’d be in the child’s life if I were the father.”

“If? I just said you are the father, Killian.”

He plants his hands on his hips and sighs. “Okay, if you’re so sure, then you should have no problem with a paternity test when the baby is born.”

This seems to make Milah even angrier. “If that’s what it takes for you to want to be a father, then fine! And when it turns out you’re the father, you’re going to feel like shit for wanting to abandon your own child!”

Emma can see Killian clenching his jaw as he glares at Milah.

“And you’ll feel like shit for trying to guilt a man into taking over the responsibility of someone else’s child when it turns out I’m not the father.”

Milah huffs and shoots daggers at Emma. “You should be ashamed of yourself for stealing a father away from his own child and the mother of the child.”

Emma can actually see the anger swarming through Killian, his eyes darkening.

“Emma’s not making me do anything. She lives here, and I want her here. She’s the mother of my dead brother’s baby. My niece or nephew. And I would never turn my back on them. So, you can either accept that or don’t, because I don’t really give a fuck. Now please get the fuck out and don’t show up here unannounced ever again.”

Milah is enraged but doesn’t argue and instead spins around on her heels and dashes out the door. “This isn’t over Killian Jones! You won’t be able to deny your child forever!”

Killian responds by flinging the door behind her, letting it slam shut with a loud thud.

~*~

He’s not sure he’s ever been so pissed in his life. He can’t believe Milah just showed up expecting him to fall to his knees and pretend like they were going to be a happy family. Even if he weren’t already committed to Emma and her baby, he wouldn’t just simply bend to Milah’s will. He kind of feels like an arsehole for flat-out denying the child is his, though. Situations like this are exactly why he had the procedure. It’s also why he uses condoms. But Milah is relentless. He could’ve easily told her it’s impossible for her to have his child, but if, by some minuscule chance, he is the father, he’ll feel like an arsehole. Plus, she probably wouldn’t believe him if he told her, anyway. He just hopes Milah doesn’t try to screw up what he has with Emma.

He can tell Emma’s not too happy about it all because as soon as Milah left, Emma went to the kitchen and started banging pots and pans around, not even saying one word to him.

“Emma? You alright?” he asks in concern as he approaches her cautiously.

She’s aggressively chopping vegetables now, and he’s not sure it’s a good idea to be around an angry pregnant woman with a knife in her hand.

“Can we talk?”

She throws some celery in a bowl and starts chopping some carrots. “What’s there to talk about?” she finally says, still focused on her task.

“How about Milah showing up and announcing she’s pregnant. You’re obviously upset.”

“I’m not upset,” she claims, still not even bothering to look up at him. “You’re not mine, Killian. You’re free to do as you wish, be with who you wish. So what right do I have to be mad?”

He is hers, though. He has been since the moment he laid eyes on her a year and a half ago. If only he could tell her that. “Emma, please...just...can we talk about this?”

She finally stops chopping and sets down the knife with a heavy sigh, turning around to look at him. Her eyes are shining with tears, and it makes his heart crack. “Killian, I don’t want to be the reason you’re not in your child’s life. I don’t know if Liam ever told you, but David’s family adopted me when I was a baby. I never got to know my biological mother or father. And I don’t want your kid to grow up not knowing you because of me.”

“Emma…” His heart clenches at her words. Liam did tell him she was adopted, and that David and his parents always treated her like family. He steps up to her, cupping her cheeks in his hands. Her stunning green eyes meet his blue ones, taking his breath away. “Believe me when I tell you...I’m not the father.”

“But how can you be so sure? A man can get a woman pregnant if the condom breaks, Killian.”

“Aye, but a man can’t get a woman pregnant if he can’t give her his sperm. At least not the natural way.”

Emma jerks her head back, completely blindsided. “What do you mean?” She searches his face for a moment and answers her own question. “You had a vasectomy?”

He nods. “Aye. A couple years ago.”

She steps out of his space to process this, confusion written all over her face…and perhaps disappointment? “But...why...why do you use condoms then?”

“Because, like any birth control, it’s not one hundred percent effective. Plus, I don’t really like to tell people my personal business. I always take precautions even though I had the procedure done. And if I ever felt like the woman should know, like if I were in a relationship or planned to be in one, then of course I would tell them.”

“So, you can never have children? Like ever?”

“Actually, I can. But when and if I choose to. A vasectomy is reversible as long as I don’t wait too long after having the vasectomy. After ten years, a reversal is less likely to be effective.”

“How did I never know this?” she asks, still a little shocked.

He shrugs. “Didn’t think it was necessary to tell anyone. I never even told Liam because I knew he would try to talk me out of it. But I didn’t do it because I’m opposed to having kids, I did it so I didn’t accidentally get someone pregnant. Why change a woman’s life forever after one night of meaningless sex if I don’t have to?”

She snorts, tossing the carrots into a bowl. “Killian Jones is admitting to giving women a forgettable night in the sack and orgasms that aren’t life-changing? Wow, you really have changed,” she teases, peeling and chopping up an onion.

“Hey, I said meaningless, not forgettable.” He smirks and closes the distance between them again, his face only a few inches from hers when she pauses from her task and looks up at him. “Believe me, every orgasm I give is life changing.”

Her breath hitches, and she swallows hard, her eyes locked with his. The air is thick around them, and he can’t help but think about their kiss earlier. He’s still wearing a towel, so it’s probably easy for her to notice he has an erection right now.

He shakes away the thoughts and steps back so he can breathe again and clear his throat. “But life changing doesn’t have to mean giving someone a baby they didn’t ask for or putting them in a position where they have to decide whether to keep the baby. Why put that kind of burden on a woman when I don’t have to? Turns out I can be responsible when I want to be,” he chuckles.

She gives him a small smile. “So, do you want to have kids someday? With the right person, I mean?” she asks curiously.

He nods. “I hope to. The reversal is much more expensive and complicated than the vasectomy itself, but as long as it’s what we both want and after we both have successful examinations to make sure there are no fertility issues, then yes, I’ll have the procedure reversed. But I can promise you, Milah is not that person. I’ll still take the paternity test just to prove it to her, but I know that baby isn’t mine. I think she went back to her ex-husband and didn’t expect to get pregnant after one night.”

“Wow, she has some nerve trying to put the responsibility on you when you’re not even the father.”

“She probably doesn’t realize that, though. She probably actually does think I could be.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “Please, she was lying. I could tell. She knows you’re not the father.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not.”

She arches a brow. “So, why not just tell her you got the vasectomy?”

He cups the back of his neck as he answers her question in the best way he possibly can. It’s not really a conversation he envisioned having with anyone when he had the procedure. He especially never planned on having this discussion with Emma. “She probably wouldn’t believe me if I told her and would probably think I’m just trying to free myself of any obligations or responsibilities. The only way to really prove I had a vasectomy is to have a semen analysis done. Which would show that there is no sperm present in my semen. Without sperm, I can’t get a woman pregnant. But I figure proving to her I’m not the biological father via a paternity test is the only way she’s going to accept it.”

Emma nods in understanding. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I guess I don’t blame her.”

Killian snaps his eyes to hers, surprised she would say that. He also wonders why she would say that.

“If it were me and I thought there was a chance you could be the father of my child instead of my asshole of an ex, I would do everything to prove it, too. Like if Neal had gotten me pregnant before we broke up and then I did end up sleeping with you that night instead of running into Liam, I’d want you to be the father, not him.”

Killian’s cheeks heat up as he flashes a smug grin. “So, you’re saying I’m good daddy material?”

She laughs and gently pats her belly. “Well, I hope so, seeing as we’re going to be raising this baby together.”

He smiles and swipes some stray hairs from her face. “That’s right. We’ll be like family.”

She places her hands on his chest, and he’s hoping she can’t feel his heart beating erratically under her palms. “We are family. Right?”

His heart flutters at her words, and a big smile overtakes his face. “Of course we are.” He stares at her, wanting so badly to grab and kiss her again.

And just when he thinks she might beat him to it, she breaks the trance, her eyes widening as she looks over his shoulder. She hurries to the stove, removing the pot before the water boils over. “Whew, that was a close one.” She sets the pot down and returns to the vegetables she chopped, carefully pouring them into the water. “So, what should I start calling you now? Big Daddy?”

He chuckles and comes up behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder and gently squeezing. “What should I call you? Baby Mama?”

“Oooh, that feels good,” she breathes, tipping her head back, her body melting under his touch.

He smirks and puts his other hand on her opposite shoulder, massaging her gently.

“You can call me whatever you want while you’re doing that.”

“Don’t give me any ideas, love.” This probably isn’t the best idea either but giving Emma even the smallest of pleasures has become his primary goal in life. He’d even reverse the vasectomy to give her a baby if that’s what she wanted. He’d happily do anything for this woman. Which is extremely dangerous. But he doesn’t care. As long as she and the little duckling are happy, that’s all he cares about. And not Milah, or anyone else can change that.

“Oh God, that feels incredible.” She’s making these noises that sound too much like moans as she practically goes limp in his hands.

Fuck.

This was definitely not a good idea.

Rubbing her shoulders and drawing out these wonderful, spine-tingling moans is making him unbearably hard. And if he keeps this up, he’s going to have to take another shower, only this time it’s going to be a long, hot shower and he’s going to pump himself furiously until he comes.

“Thank you, Killian. My shoulders and back have been killing me. Actually, my everything has been killing me,” she laughs.

“Of course, love.” He removes his hands and leans in to kiss her cheek. He wants to tell her he’d be glad to address everything else that’s sore, but he knows that’s a terrible idea. He’s afraid he’d start rubbing other parts of her, and he’s already crossed a line with her. Well, he’s crossed several lines with her already; he doesn’t need to add to the list.

When he backs away, he hadn’t realized how close he was to Emma; he’d been pressed up against her backside, so when he steps back, the towel slips off him and falls to the floor.

She turns around, her eyes falling to his manhood, her face flushing. She claps a hand over her mouth and laughs into her palm.

He quickly bends down to pick up the towel and cocks a brow at her as he secures the towel around his waist. “Love, laughing at a man with his pants down isn’t good for his ego,” he teases.

“I’m sorry, it’s just...every time I turn around your pants are down...literally.” She’s laughing so hard now, she’s almost in tears.

“Har har,” he says sarcastically, his cheeks fuming. “You know, one of these days a tit for tat will be in order.”

“Oh believe me, after I have this baby, I’m sure you’re gonna see a whole lot of my tits while I’m breastfeeding.”

“Well, in that case, you’re getting a lot more tat,” he says, throwing her a wink.

She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Go put some clothes on, Big Daddy.”

“Yes, Baby Mama.”

~*~

“So what was that all about, yesterday?” Mary Margaret asks curiously, sipping her soda through a straw. “You and Killian just go around kissing each other now?” she teases with a cheeky grin.

Emma laughs. “No. Killian asked for my help with Tina when he couldn’t get rid of her, so I pretended to be his fiancé.” She bites into her grilled cheese sandwich and sets it down, using her other hand to toy with the engagement ring hanging from her neck. She feels guilty for using the ring Liam gave her to lie to a stranger and tell her she’s marrying Killian.

“Awe, you’re such a good friend,” Ruby gushes with a big smile, taking a good-sized bite of her burger. “Now, let me ask the most important question,” she mumbles with food in her mouth, “why have you and Big Daddy not knocked boots yet?”

Emma’s cheeks flame as she buries her face in her hands. “God, I never should’ve mentioned that to you guys,” she grumbles into her palms.

“Mention what? The fact you saw his hot, naked dick twice or that you call him Big Daddy?” Ruby singsongs.

“Ugh, both.”

When Emma met Ruby and Mary Margaret here at Granny’s Diner for lunch, since Ruby has the afternoon off from the bar, she had originally planned on telling them about Milah, but surprise, surprise, they already knew. According to Mary Margaret, word on the street is Milah’s pregnant with Killian’s baby and he wants nothing to do with her.

Apparently, Milah made a snarky comment on the photo Mary Margaret posted yesterday. Emma told them half of the rumor was true, but she didn’t tell them Killian had a vasectomy, only that he’s going to take a paternity test. Ruby and Mary Margaret were only surprised this is the first time one of his many conquests got impregnated, or at least came forward about it. Emma refrained from responding to that. Killian’s secret is not hers to tell.

Ruby suggested he and Milah bring it to Maury, but only because she desperately wants to see the look on Milah’s face when she finds out Killian’s not the father. Because they all know it’s very much possible she went back to her husband, even for just a postmarital hookup.

After filling them in on more details about the confrontation with Milah last night, Emma made the mistake of launching into how the rest of the evening went, including how she and Killian gave each other nicknames and how his towel fell to the floor. She didn’t dare mention the hot and heavy kiss that took place in the kitchen before Milah showed up, though. Emma knows she would never hear the end of it if she had mentioned it.

“Would you stop denying you’re head over heels for Big Daddy, already? Do you know how many women would kill to be in your position right now?” Ruby dips a fry in ketchup and shakes her head in disapproval, almost personally offended by Emma’s denial of having any feelings for him. “In fact, women have actually tried murdering each other over that man.” She shoves the fry into her mouth and then licks the ketchup off her fingers as she chews.

Emma lifts her brows in intrigue as she picks up her sandwich again. “Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” She laughs and bites into her grilled cheese.

“Yeah, jealous bitches are ruthless. A couple years ago, when Killian worked at the bar, some woman was hitting on him when another woman he slept with the night before entered the bar. She witnessed the first woman’s hands all over him and actually marched up to the bar counter and pulled her off him. Then they had a screaming match right there in the middle of the bar, and the bitch who slept with him pulled out a knife and tried stabbing the other chick.”

Emma’s eyes blow wide. “Are you serious?”

Ruby nods. “Yep, I even captured the whole thing on camera and posted it on Facebook. The video went viral.”

“Okay, I have to watch this.” Emma sets her sandwich down and wipes her hands with a napkin as Ruby pulls out her phone, searching for the video. “Where was Liam at the time?”

“He was there, too. Here, you’ll see.” Ruby hands Emma the phone.

She plays the video, both amused and curious as she watches two women—a brunette and a redhead—screaming at each other and calling each other all kinds of colorful names.

The redhead shoved the brunette to the floor, causing other bar patrons to gasp. Completely enraged, the brunette stood up, pulled out the knife and started threatening the other woman with it.

“I will cut you, bitch!”

Emma can’t believe her eyes. It’s like something from the Jerry Springer show.

Cool and collected, Liam intervened, politely asking the brunette to put down the knife. As soon as she did, Liam had the bouncer escort them both out the door, and they were still screaming at each other as they left.

At that point, Emma’s only focused on Liam, who was watching them leave and shaking his head as he turned around and told Ruby to stop recording. Emma tears up from hearing his voice. That British accent and the way his voice always seemed to soothe her. He was so calm yet commanding in just about any situation—always had been.

Liam stepped up to the camera, planting one hand on his hip, pointing a finger at the screen with his other hand and giving Ruby a stern look. “Rubes, you better not post that on Facebook.”

Emma places a hand on her belly, a tear rolling down her cheek as she whispers to her unborn child, “That’s your daddy. Isn’t he handsome?” This happened before they met, but he was just as handsome as she remembers. And watching him makes her want to reach out and touch him. But the fact that she can't makes her heart clench painfully in her chest.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry,” Mary Margaret says to Emma in a soothing tone, pulling Emma’s attention from the video. “I’m so sorry you have to raise your baby without him.”

The screen flipped around, showing a closeup of Ruby grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, I definitely am,” she whispered to the camera.

Emma wipes away her tears as she hands the phone back to Ruby. “At least I have Killian. He’s been so great,” she admits with a sad smile, her vision blurred with more tears.

“I have to give props to Killian,” Ruby comments sincerely as she throws her phone back into her purse. “He has really stepped up to the plate since his brother died.”

“Yes,” Mary Margaret agrees. “Even David said so and that’s saying something coming from him.”

“I just have no idea how you and Killian keep your hands off each other.” Ruby shakes her head before taking a bite and washing it down with Coke.

Emma’s mouth falls open as she stares at Ruby incredulously. “I just lost Liam five months ago. And, in case you forgot, Killian is his brother.”

“Exactly!” Ruby says loudly, drawing the attention of other diners. “In case you forgot, his brother was his best friend. If there’s anyone he would’ve trusted the love of his life with, it’s Killian.”

Emma shakes her head. “No, I disagree. Liam would never have approved of me and Killian. Dead or alive.”

“Honey...” Mary Margaret reaches over the table and takes Emma’s hand in hers. “Liam would want you to be happy,” she says in a motherly tone.

“Well, yes, but so soon after his death? And with his brother?”

“Why not? He wouldn’t want you to be miserable. Especially since you’re pregnant. That kind of stress is not good for the baby.”

“I know, but I can’t just snap my fingers and make the pain disappear. I loved Liam and I don’t want to just move on and forget him.”

“You don’t have to, Emma. It is possible to love more than one person at a time. Loving someone else doesn’t have to change how you feel about Liam. Believe me, if something ever happened to me, I wouldn’t want David to be alone and miserable. I’d want him to find love again.” Mary Margaret tilts her head and purses her lips, considering her words. “I mean, I’d probably want him to mourn over my death for at least a year first, but after that, I’d want him to be with someone who could make him happy. He wouldn’t be as happy with someone else as he is with me, of course, but at least he’d be happy.”

Emma laughs at her sister-in-law and shakes her head. “Okay, but if you had a sister, would you be okay if David started seeing her after your death?”

“Well no, but what could I do? I’d be dead,” she says, taking a bite of her chicken sandwich.

“But what would other people think? This is a small town, and we all know people talk. I mean, everyone in Storybrooke already knows Milah’s pregnant and thinks Killian’s an asshole for abandoning a baby. Hell, people five towns over have probably heard by now.”

Ruby snort-laughs. “Sweetie, every woman in Storybrooke already thinks Killian’s an asshole. But screw what people think. This is your life and your child’s life. You have to do what’s right for you and that baby.”

“That’s right,” Mary Margaret nods. “Screw what everyone else thinks. You deserve to be happy again. You deserve to find love again and you deserve to give someone else love. All you have to do is allow yourself to love again.”

Emma offers a small smile and places her hand on her belly. “I do love someone else. I love this baby. And he or she is all I need right now.” As she says the words out loud, her heart squeezes painfully in her chest. She knows deep down that’s not entirely true. She has no idea what she’d do without Killian. As much as she hates to admit it, he’s helped her survive the past five months. They’ve helped each other survive. “Besides, even if I did fall for Killian, why would it matter? It’s not like he’d feel the same.”

Mary Margaret and Ruby exchange a glance and then look back at her again.

“So, I hate to break this to you,” Mary Margaret begins delicately as she joins her hands on the table, “but that man is totally and completely in love with you.”

Emma laughs, taking a sip of her water, not believing one word that just came out of her sister-in-law’s mouth. “That’s a good one, M.M.”

“I’m serious, Emma. Do you not notice the way Killian looks at you? I bet you, he’s been in love with you this entire time.”

Emma chokes on her water and wipes her mouth, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What are you talking about? Killian hated me before Liam died.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what he wanted you to believe,” Ruby says. “Turns out men are much more complicated than us women think.”

Emma narrows her eyes. “What are you talking about? Why would he pretend to hate me?”

“Because you were his brother’s girlfriend. Then his fiancé. Killian may have been a lot of things—he was an asshole to many people—but he never would’ve stabbed his brother in the back. He never would’ve purposely hurt Liam like that. Why do you think he suddenly flipped a switch after Liam died? He wanted to be there for you, instead of putting you through hell like he used to. He wanted to take care of you and make sure you were okay. That would’ve been hard to do if he were still pretending to hate you.”

Emma blinks as she tries to process this. Could it be true? Has Killian loved her this entire time? But that’s absurd. “Wait, so you’re saying Killian was like that kid in kindergarten who pulled on my pigtails because he actually liked me?”

“Kind of, except he doesn’t just like you. He loves you. And he wasn’t pretending to hate you because he was shy. He was pretending because it was easier if you hated him, too.”

Emma ponders Ruby’s words, thinks back to all the times Killian was a dick to her and wonders if it were true. Did Killian do all those things because he actually loved her and didn’t want to hurt his brother? But why torture himself and stay at the apartment the three of them shared if he really loved her? Why put himself through that? “But how do you guys know this?”

Mary Margaret’s lips curve into a small smile. “Honey, do you remember when you first saw Killian at the bar? And when you went up to talk to him even though I highly suggested against it?”

“Yeah, I remember. So?”

“Soooo?” Ruby says, aghast. “Look, I’ve seen Killian gawk at and flirt with a lot of women who walked into that bar. And I mean A LOT. But when I saw you and Killian talking that night...I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you. Do you remember when you came to visit Liam at the bar for the first time after you two finally told everyone you were seeing each other?”

Emma nods. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Well, you obviously didn’t notice because you were too distracted by Liam, but Killian was working that night.” Ruby blows out a breath and shakes her head. “Man, he looked at you like his dog just died.”

“Killian doesn’t have a dog,” Emma points out.

“Exactly. He wasn’t devastated by a dead dog, Emma. He was devastated because he knew you could never be his. Seeing you with his brother was probably a hard pill to swallow.”

Emma laughs and picks up an onion ring, dunking it in ranch. “He wasn't devastated. Believe me, I was the last thing on his mind. He met some woman at the bar and brought her home that night,” she says, taking a bite out of the onion ring. She could tell he was upset the morning he found out she was with his brother, but she had chalked up his reaction to disappointment. He was disappointed she couldn't be another notch on his bedpost. She'd hardly call that devastation. But that was the Killian she knew back then. Before she had grown to care for him. Before he'd grown to care for her.

Ruby’s eyes widen. “Um, yeah, to try and get over you. Or to distract himself.”

Emma shakes her head. “That’s ridiculous. He was not in love with me, nor is he.”

Is he?

Ruby shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. But there’s only one way to find out for sure. You could ask him.”

“What difference would it make? Even if he is in love with me, I’m in no place to return those feelings.”

Ruby and Mary Margaret obviously don’t believe her, but they return to eating their food rather than trying to argue any further.

Emma knows they think she’s living in complete and utter denial, and maybe she is. But until she knows for sure the feelings she has for Killian are real and not just her pregnancy hormones speaking, and until she knows he won’t go back to his old ways of picking up a different chick every night, she’s sticking with her new vibrator for now.

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Season 1 Episode 12

I have like 5 and a half hours until I have to do anything, so like, I'm finishing the season.

So what's gonna happen to Noah, cause that solution kills aliens. I fell like they can't just let him die rn.

Back to the original crash. Oh, he's telling us the story! Ok, I'm listening.

Yeah people do very much suck. Just slaughtering what they don't know. Unfortunately it's very believable.

Also, he went back into the pod for years? Because I'm hoping that the aliens aren't immortal types and that we're gonna have to deal with that.

Wow, ok, that went on way longer then it originally seemed. How didn't they hear her at first idk.

So he woke up the night she was attacked? Did he leave the pod then? Or was he able to observe from inside or something? Just still wondering about that aging thing is all.

Yeah, this is gonna take her time to process.

Michael! Torture really? Isobel is literally right there. Maybe a little more sensitivity? Lmao

No but honestly, I get wanting the information, I really do, but Isobel has been through a hell of a lot recently (finding out she murdered Rosa, nearly dying, finding out she was controlled, finding out it was her husband who she loved!), so I think she deserves a bit of time to process.

I am worried leaving him in the pod is gonna end badly, but we'll see.

Ooh, hand print. I think she should tell the others. This may not end well.

Alex and Michael. I'm tentative things are definitely gonna be playing out strangely for the next little while considering this love triangle we got going on. I both hate and love triangles. It's s confusing mix of emotions for me.

Yo, an alien prison. I am so down for learning about this.

Also denial over it is expected, but tbh, I think more surviving makes more sense. There's probably tons of aliens running around Earth right now. I'm excited to see.

I really love how much I've grown to like Kyle, like in episode one everytime I saw him I felt nervous he was gonna do something bad, but now he steps out of the car and I'm happy to see him. Such a change.

Honestly getting things off her chest may be a good thing

Then again maybe not. That didn't seem to bode well.

Liz is feeling it too. The connection is very much there.

Ooh yeah! Story time. Sucks that Michael is missing it, since, you know, he's the one who wanted answers.

Ok, Noah is a fucking creep. Like that's so violating.

I mean kinda, but they do need him for answers, so I guess not.

You know, I like that Alex just keeps fucking hacking into everything. It's kinda funny.

I mean yeah. I guess seeing Alex and Kyle being all friends now would be weird considering everything.

Kyle's back on my shitlist! JEDI? STAR TREK!? How dense can you be!?

A map? Noah is horrible honestly.

Well, can't say they didn't try to tell Michael I guess.

You know Liz gives really good advice, and is great with other people. And yeah, Isobel is gonna be going through quite a bad time right now.

Ok let's see what's up in this prison! Who's the alien, sources (that's me) want to know.

Well, looks like we have to wait to find out. Also tbh, the soldier gave me a jumpscare lmao. Alex dealt with it quickly though,

Wait ok, A) they know each other, B) Manes on the clothes. Is this his brother?

He did not tell you, you figured it out and hacked his information, but I support the lie.

Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait. Ok first of all. Genocide bomb. I mean what also would I expect from the military. Specifically US military who have deployed atomic bombs. Secondly, this paranoia has got to go. Literally never have they even tried to make peace with the aliens. Started slaughtering on impact and even if that were not the case, where is the evidence of a genocidal invasion? Other than Noah that is? One killer does not make a whole species bad.

Also don't think I didn't notice the wall reference. I feel like this show is really trying to connect the aliens to immigration. Like obviously we have actual immigrant in the show, but you can draw lots of parallels with the aliens as well

Ok, his brother is dumb. Divulge all information, than only afterwards realize their dad didn't send him.

I was gonna try and say something about Max needing to let Isobel do what she needs to, but she's just doing it in the mind, so he can't stop her.

Max needs to chill with his protective behavior. I mean its understandable, but they're all adults, and he can't get the final say.

Ok, so at least the handprint is known now.

Isobel is saying what needs to be said in there, which is good, not so sure how I feel about Liz and Max's conversation rn. I'm on Liz's side though.

Honestly, I think it's fair. Liz doesn't want to kill anyone. And who really does. Noah may deserve it, but she doesn't deserve to live with that feeling.

Isobel don't listen to him.

You know, if this were a horror movie I'd say "don't open that door!" But it's not, so please please please open that door! I wanna see what's inside.

.... I just realized I'd die in a horror movie .....

Michael, don't get jealous. I mean he's gotta know there's nothing there (like Kyle is straight straight, so...) so is it just a "Why is he doing stuff with him not me?" Idek what there is to be jealous of tbh. Kyle went to Alex even lmao. They're his letters.

Anyway, he also has no right considering Maria so... lmao. I'm kidding around right now.

You gonna kill your brother? What? Like as if his claim of trying to protect Alex growing up wasn't just laughed away, he them makes it even more obviously wrong by straight away jumping to fratricide. I can't even. Like it just feels ridiculous. Let your brother in without proper clearance, tell him everything, realize he's not supposed to be there, get mad, spew things about childhood, threaten to kill him. Like, it's all just too much. I can't even get the anxious.

! I jumped so bad omg! That alien man scared the shit out of me. Ok. Now what to do with him (maybe them if there's more), cause this is not an ok scenario. But also, what'll happen if they let them out?

There's so many of them! I can't this is not okay. Look at how they're treated? They've been tortured for decades. What'll happen if they just let them out? But you definitely can't leave them there. That's not humane.

Who's this one? Is that gonna be like his mother, or maybe even sister from his life before. Just so you know I will fucking cry.

Ok, they are so badly guarded here. Anyways, I don't like Michael going into a cage. Like at all. That makes me nervous.

N-38. No contact, but they still keep locked up for decades. There's something up with that, obviously. Like that's the point. But I'm just curious what it is. But also, can this lady leave. We need to be alone again

😲😲😲😲😲 HIS DAD! omg, they sent his dad in there! That's why there's the code.

I hope he doesn't get mad at the alien, not that man's fault.

She can take people with her? Or is it just Max

Ok, um, idk what to say. Them being able to murder others to get stronger makes me uneasy. Do I think our aliens will? No. Does it make me feel less comfortable about the other ones? A little. But I won't pass judgement. I'm sure there's other ways. More things at play. For example that healer. We never actually met her, but she spent her life healing, not killing.

I also don't like the poking at Max here. I'm assuming it's cause Max seems the most inclined to violence though. I mean he's thrown many punches throughout the show, he wants Noah dead, and he has a bit of a temper. I think this prodding might just get to him for a while. Isobel too even, since it makes them have to worry about there own tendencies and drives

Oh yeah the creep. Yeah, ok. Hmm. This is very much a concerning conversation that I'm not exactly finding myself enjoying.

Ok, so his brother is being blackmailed, and that threat wasn't to be taken seriously. Thank God, because I didn't.

Fuck the violent nature that is popping up is really not the energy I'm loving. Also, where's Michael? Please tell me he's not still by the cells.

But also, even if violence and murder makes them stronger, even if they have an inclination towards it, they're still innocent. They didn't hurt anyone, and we know they can live normal lives just fine. Even using their powers isn't always bad (the cancer giving one is eh) so yeah. This is still 100% wrong.

Kyle really went on an emotional rollercoaster with his dad this season. I do agree that if his dad did that stuff he deserved what he got, but I also feel really bad that he realizes that. That he needs to come to terms with the awful things his dad did. Still, can't believe there was a point I felt Kyle would betray us and basically be one of these guys. Ha! As if looking at him now

Fuck. Noah, just fucking ahfka ugh! I just want to know what's going on.

Well, they need to get the antidote then.

Or not. Hmm. See I think we're still gonna end up healing him though. Maybe collect some of that powder? So he stays powerless? Idk. This is gonna be messy no matter what.

Ok, so yeah, Max has it. He says it's so Liz isn't technically the killer, but I'm not even entirely convinced he won't use it. I literally have no idea what happening.

Michael. Look, I'm curious, I want to know who she is too. But I am very nervous. Ok powers seem like a really bad idea here.

Yeah, they definitely were. He needs to run. Like get out now. I'm sorry about the woman, and even all the other aliens, they don't deserve this, but that being said, Michael really cannot be caught. I will lose my shit if he is.

Agjshdjsb ok turn to dust hmm. Well, he's not getting caught, but these aliens are all gonna fucking die if they do nothing! But what can they do! Ooh, I think we're gonna end up letting them die. Ah shit ah shit. I am not okay with his one bit. I mean, Alex, get Michael out. Please do, but if all those aliens die he is gonna feel horrible. Oh I don't like this scenario one bit.

Yeah, ok, Max is giving him the antidote. And sorry Jenna, but I'm pretty sure there is no better way.

Jenna! That's so. Hmm. I feel really bad for her. She really is a trooper and an ally. You want a girl like her on your team. I'm gonna miss her if she's actually leaving. Unlike every other person saying they're leaving, this one I believe. But you know, it's probably better for her this way. Not being involved in this stuff.

I'm actually gonna cry over her leaving though. For her nothing good came of all this.

Aw ok great, sure, let's just keep the tears coming (I'm speaking metaphorically, I am teaeing up, but I will not ruin my eyeliner, so the tear are not allowed to fall). Seriously they're going to have to leave the aliens to die, he's so desperate I can't.

Stop Alex. Stop Michael. Stop both of you. I am trying very hard not to ruin my makeup. See you know what. This blog actually makes it worse since instead of just getting through it, I'm prolonging by pausing. Fuck me. Lmao

NOT THE FUCKING ALIEN LADY! BABY MICHAEL! Fuck you! Fuck you for doing this!

I am just sitting here in annoyance at this show. I'm in my school library watching. How dare it make me feel emotions outside of my home.

I am trying so hard not to cry right now it hurts. I think a couple tears did fall, but not enough to ruin my make up. We're fine.

We're not fine. But we'll fake it.

I actually don't know what to say right now.

Ok, Noah's still sick. So no antidote yet. Seriously let him die, I'm over him. Also fuck you, "humans don't have meaning we do" fuck that shit. Who wants to be told what they're meant to do in life. We make our own meaning, so there.

I get worrying about the aliens, but yeah, I think Alex is right. You want some level of justification. People don't like things to happened without reason or meaning. We like to think that we, and the people we look to to tell us what to do are good. But that's not always the cause. Sometimes, often actually, humans commit atrocities in the name of some unknown good cause. It's not there. A lot of what we do and what we see happens for evil. Which isn't what we want, but it's the truth.

Well um, Michael's back. He missed everything with Noah, and something tells me after the day he's been through, he's not gonna be happy about missing this too. Especially since he was the who wanted answers.

Ok, a fight, I don't like this. Not one bit. No no. Michael, I want answers too, but I also kinda want Noah to die.

MAX! Put that gun down!

You guys! What the fuck! Not cool

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Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, death Discussion

7: Friendly chat

After things had settled down Hyun-Su and Suk-Hyun were put back in the now called quarantine room. I felt bad for Hyun-Su being stuck with that guy that wanted to throw him out.

I stood in the hallway right in front of the room. As some of the group was with me, I began to get annoyed with their conversation.

" he just looks like a kid? a handsome kid," Hye-in spoke,

" didn't you see how much he blew over there and still didn't die? You can't judge someone based on their looks." One of the guys said I still didn't know there are names.

" what if we-" I stopped him before he could say what I think he was going to say. " killing him isn't the solution." I went up to the boy that had the ear Piercings.

" you got a better idea?" I frowned, he was willing to take a person's life. " so I guess you voted in favor huh?"

I took his silence as a yes, I shook my head. Even if I didn't know the guy I would think He would still have a little compassion towards others.

" your all murders if you voted yes!" It would be like this for me if they found out. I decided to keep it a secret. " what if he turns into a monster, Will you leave him like that huh?"

I didn't know? Maybe we deserve what's happening to us I hate to say it but humility is failing. Ignoring his questions there started a new one.

" why is this happening?" The chubby guy whined, he should be grateful he wasn't infected yet. While I'm a ticking-time-bomb.

" is it because of a virus?" If it was a virus I'm pretty sure we all would have it by now. " it's because of radiation!" Hye-in confirmed, thinking she was so sure of it.

I had to laugh, by the way, she said it. " come on you guys, didn't you watch the news? It's because of human desire." I nodded, At least someone got it right.

" oh, it must be because the store owner is so very greedy right?" I could second that. The guy in the white shirt seemed a little offended. " well what about Hyun-Su? What was his desire?"

He questioned about his but didn't think of his own. I already knew about Mine. " you better be careful too, Byeong-ll it seemed your Appetite was out of control." Eun-yoo walked in with her headphones on.

Stopping by the guy in the white shirt confronting him. He was taken back by what she said but couldn't answer because he was Judging Hyun-soo but not himself.

" it's the Radiation!" Hye-in Insisted even though we already went over this. " we are being punished. It's god's punishment." We all turned our heads to the girl with short black hair the first person I encountered.

I wouldn't blame God, for doing this. Eun-too seemed to think so too. " yes, I agree that's the best answer I've heard so far. Since we are all human-" Eun-yoo eyes drifted to every single one of us. " no one knows who the next one will be?..."

She smiled leaving the room taking a right to the next hallway. Even though she was blunt, she had a point. Nobody knew but at least I didn't have to spend my time worrying. There's not much you can do if you are already infected.

Not wanting to stick around hearing their Depressing conversation I left taking the same way as Eun-yoo did. Passing the quarantine cell. But then I remembered my bag was still in there.

If I didn't get it Suk-Hyun would eat everything inside. They did say he was greedy. I gap in through the glass I saw Hyun-Su sitting on the Mattress he had his arms Propped upon his knees.

I should be in there not out here, it made me feel guilty seeing him locked up for something he can't help. No matter how much we fight it or want to fight it.

It wasn't right, but at the same time it's for safety but when is it ever safe? I could tell he was suffering being stuck with that asshole even though he was asleep the sound of his breathing probably annoyed him.

I couldn't take it so I knocked on the window lightly only for Hyun-Su to hear. He must have heard because his eyes took a glance at me. I waved him over.

Confused he got off the mattress and walked over to the window. " how you holding up I asked not knowing if he could hear me. He stuffed his hands in his pocket. " I've been better." Was the only response.

" I'm sorry about early, that voting was completely unnecessary, I shouldn't have done it." I apologized, even though I opposed it, it didn't matter it still could have been the other way around. And he would have been kicked out.

I was apart of it, " No, I don't need your apology, it's fine." Hyun-soo tried to sound Convincing but it came out a little rude but I understand." just to let you know I opposed." Not that it would make a difference.

Hyun-Su perked up Surprise was written in his dark eyes. " you hungry? Because I'm starving." I motioned towards my bag. He looked behind him searching for it.

" bring it to me, we'll eat together." he did what he was told and brought it over to the door, since it could be locked from the outside I opened it Going in.

" you will get in trouble if you're found in here?" Hyun-Su explained but I didn't care. The worst they can do is make me out leave the room. Taking a seat on the floor, I patted for him to sit next to me.

I brought out two things triangle kimbap handing him one. He thanked me taking it in his hands. Wrapping the food he took a small bite savoring the food. As we sat together.

" Why are you being nice to me? I am a monster?" He laid down his half-eaten food in his lap. With a mouthful, I chewed up mine before answering gulping it down. " So what you are? you didn't give me a reason not to." I took another bite.

Some spilled out of my mouth, I wasn't aware Hyun-Su was watching me. I covered my mouth wiping it off with the back of my hand.

If so I wouldn't be Embarrassed since this happened to me all the time. A few seconds later Suk-Hyun woke up with a jolt. " shit, I mumbled under my breath bringing my bag closer to me.

He was breathing heavily with two things of rolled-up toilet paper stuck up his nose. Bloodstained his white t-shirt. "Why am I..." the old man asked himself.

He must have forgotten a bloody massacre had shot out of his nose? " you had a nosebleed, I think it's pretty obvious." Hyun-Su remained the old man.

His eyes wide and I could tell he was panicked. Removing the toilet paper, from his nose. " no way!" the man cried, " why me?" Was he trying to make this about him?

Suk-Hyun then peered over at us well Hyun-Su more likely. He got up and ran over to him, " I know... you're holding out. How so?" He desperately asked, even if Hyun-Su was holding out he wouldn't help him.

At least I wouldn't.

" how?"

The atmosphere was getting awkward, with Suk-Hyun looking pitiful as if wanting help. I, we can't help him; you're on your own.

" you're shameless." Hyun-Su confronted him, I stayed quiet. " Help me. I want to live."Suk-Hyun begged.

Yeah, we all do.

" I can't help you." We even can't help ourselves. " why?" Suk-Hyun did you forget what you said and wanted to do? " I have nothing else to say to you." That was all Hyun-Su told the man.

" you're a hypocrite."

I spoke up not able to handle this man's behavior asking help from someone he wanted good as well dead. " pardon?" Suk-Hyun furrowed, the wrinkles in his forehead deepened.

" Are you deaf or is your lack of Perception not with you at the moment?" I glared, standing up taking my duffel bag. He still didn't say anything I shook my head.

Before leaving the room, I wanted to make this clear. " don't ask others for help when you have troubled them—

and also if you put your hands on me again you won't have any!" My fingers clenched tightly around the straps.

I hate to leave Hyun-Su like that but that man got my last nerve asking for help. I wonder how long it would take for him to turn?

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For @racketghost 13 days of halloween day 11:

**very slightly adult in the second paragraph only. Just a passing thought of C's, no action. tumblr dot com will not let me edit in a break on the website and cuts half the story off, so I had to post it on the app

Haunting

"I liked the brick on best," Crowley posits, thinking of the beautiful (if unkempt) garden and all the possibilities therein.

Just think. Mutual blowjobs under apple trees in starlight. He goes a bit misty in the murky depths of his coffee thinking about it.

Aziraphale jolts him out of that train of thought with a fussy complaint.

"Absolutely not, my dear. It was haunted."

"Hau-- pffbbttt," Crowley exclaims, blowing air through his lips. "Like hell it was! Haunted, what a concept." He adds another sugar sachet (the sixth, if anyone is counting) to his coffee.

"There were at least two distinct spirits inside, couldn't you feel them?" Aziraphale says back, picking a perfect ratio of buttercream and sponge off his plate.

Crowley glares at him from behind smoked lenses. He wants a bite of cake but won't ask. "No. And if there were then we bloody well ferry them along. 'S'not like it would be hard. Not for us."

"Well yes but I'd feel bad if we invaded their home and kicked them out like that. I'd always know."

"You want me to buy it and burst in there Ghostbusters style and send 'em packing down to hell is that it?"

"Well not necessarily-- what is a Ghostbuster? Anyway, they might be good popel. They may not deserve to suddenly become homeless and damned all in one evening, simply because we want their house."

"Now i see why younnever got rid of bloody fucking Dani." Crowley frouses, drinks his coffee. He stares at the leaflets spread between them, the houses they'd seen with the realtor human. "Well then what's the solution, angel? Because I liked that one and didn't like the other two." He flicks them off the table and onto the ground for good measure.

"Hm." Aziraphale eats and thinks, frowning into his cake. "What if we asked them to vacate to a shed on the property? Or to another location?" He says the latter at the knitting between ginger eyebrows.

"Don't think ghosts work like that. It's the location that has them bound. Unfinished business and all that."

"Well then I suppose there's nothing for it. If you do decide to purchase this property, then it will need to be vacated by its current tenant."

"Right-o, angel. I'm on it."

A week later, Crowley shoulders a duffel bag full of salt and a shovel and enters their new home.

"Any ghosts still about?" He calls. "I'm a demon, name's Crowley. If you're eager for moving on to your reward i suggest you come out, or I'll be rooting you out the hard way!"

He drops the bag and looks around, taking in the dusty old textiles and shag carpet that badly needs replacing. Preferably with sleek hardwood.

Probably covered in plush rugs.

Just as he's about to deploy the salt and dust the whole place with a thought, a spectre appears, and then a small child behind it. They are both young, both obviously poor and starved. They probably hid in here from the bombings in the Great War, if their clothing is anything to go on. And then they never came out.

"Where are your mummy and da?" He asks, kneeling. The girl puffs up and answers, thinking she can menace him into leaving them alone.

"Everyone's dead. You'll be too if you don't bugger off!"

"What if I can get you back with them for good?" He says. They hesitate, look to one another, and nod sheepishly. "Everyone else must run away when you bang about, eh?" The girl nods again.

"People try to take our house away, but we've been here for ages." Crowley nods sagely and sits back on his heels.

"Where are your bodies?" He asks delicately.

They lead him to the back yard, to a hastily-dug shelter in the earth that never held up. There is the scrap of an artillery shell embedded in the rock wall and a sunk-in roof, and two small bodies curled beneath it all.

"Alright you two. Give us a hand," Crowley reaches out and waits.

The girl puts her tiny cold hand in his, and the boy too, and he finds their parents in the great vaults of souls in Heaven and Hell.

They are in Hell.

Of fucking course they are.

"Do you want to be back with your mum and dad, or never want for anything again?" He asks, because that's as plainly as he can put this decision.

In the end, he ferries them to Heaven, who will accept two small humans without much questioning. He burns the bodies with a gout of hellfire and turns back to the house.

A small hand lettered wooden sign at the gate says "the Garden House" and he smiles.

That sounds like exactly the right place for them to retire.

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May i ask for some advice.I'm starting to question my sexuality. I've developed feelings and thoughts towards someone on here, whom i talk to daily and i'm not sure they would even think of me in that way or even like my gender in that way. I don't know what to do, i don't know if i should talk to them or surpres my feelings but, i really like this person and i don't want to fuck everything up. I feel like there's never judgement from you and i you would be so kind about it. Thank you in advance

Hello, my love!💚

You can always ask for advice, darling! I can’t promise that I’ll be able to fully support you, I’m just a simple woman with a laptop and a desire to help, but I’ll definitely be here for you and I’ll listen to you at the very least!💙 I’m so sorry that I’m only now responding to this, angel, and I hope that my answer is of some use to you and that something here is what you need it to be!🥰

It sounds like the two of you are quite closely bonded, which is a good first sign! I definitely think that you should talk to this person, darling! Communication is the foundation of any kind of relationship. If you’re too nervous to jump straight in, you could start by saying how you’re beginning to question your sexuality, just to see what they say in response to that, and this can give you a foot in the door to opening up to them slowly. Take it all by feel, my love. I can’t give you a step by step of how it’s best to approach this person with the topic of your feelings, because I don’t know this person, but use what you know of them to open up to them and to feel your way through the situation. Be true to yourself and be honest about your feelings!💛

Do not suppress your feelings, angel! For all you know, this person may feel the same way as you, but they’re not brave enough to open this subject with you. They may not feel the same way as you, but how will you know if you don’t at least try? It’s always better to try something than it is to leave it and to let it sit - suppressed emotions have to go somewhere and their inevitable and eventual release is always especially violent; like a time bomb are feelings. They demand to be felt, and sometimes even to be voiced once they reach a certain level of intensity. Even if this person doesn’t feel the same way, at least you will know either way, and then you can work on moving on if that’s something you want to do! I think you should go for it, darling; start off gently and then, as you find your footing and the conversation gets going, you can begin to address your feelings and even your fears around this. If you feel like it is unsafe to keep the dialogue going, then it’s okay to drop the subject!

These are your feelings and they deserve to be voiced! The other person deserves to be listened to, as well, and I hope that the two of you can reach a solution which is best for the both of you.💖 Don’t be afraid, angel; it’s brave even to admit that there are developing feelings, and you know this person because you talk to them every day. I truly hope that if you decide to talk to them about this, that it goes well!💗 And thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a lot to me! I do my best to help others where I can, though I’m sure there are times I miss the mark! You’re welcome, my love, and I really hope that everything goes well for you! Stay true to you and to your feelings, and know that, no matter what the outcome is, you tried; that’s better than not doing anything at all!💜

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urmysilverlining · 5 years

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Night Alone

Limply lengthening your arm along the opposite side of the bed, you find inches and inches of sheets giving you the good morning. Or, maybe, you should say the good night, since it’s still dark out of your window.

You get up and cross the hallway, accessing the room in front of yours. As soon as you turn down the handle and come in, you are blinded by a bright yellow light, coming from a lamp on top of a desk.

“What have we said about working late at night?” you lean down to hug your boyfriend, whispering in his ear.

“It’s 2 am, go back to sleep” he caresses your arms, slightly turning his head to look at you, as he was the one worrying about your lack of sleep. That’s so typical of Mac.

“We’ve already talked about this, you’ve been working too hard and need to get some rest. There are bags under your eyes.” You sit on top of the table with all his spread out documents, not caring about hindering him from going on with his work, but aiming to that, indeed. “We should go out more often: you’ve been so busy lately, it’s like we never have fun anymore. Our friends noticed, too.”

While talking, you slowly let your bare feet slip over his knees, along his thighs, waiting for him to make a move.

“For how much I enjoy what you’re trying to do, I’m really busy, and what you’re doing is distracting” he half-smiles you, but not the loving or playful kind of smile you wished for.

“I thought you liked spending time with me, I mean, you asked me to move together! Have you changed your mind?”

Mac rubs his face with his hands, showing all his tiredness, not only physical but also emotional. He stays silent for what it seems like the longest minute of your life, then he answers: “I’m sorry Y/N, I know that I’m not giving you the attention you deserve lately. The research of my father is becoming ever more exhausting and the more I get close, the more I feel like something always misses. But asking you to come live with me is the best decision I’ve ever made and I will never regret it.”

He gently pulls you towards him, making you sit on his lap: from the way he holds you close to him and kisses you, you know he isn’t lying. His warm hands give you chills in all your body, like it was the first time he has ever touched you, making you wish this could lead to something more than another night alone.

“Can we go to bed, now? You demand him, undoing the first buttons of his shirt.

“What about you wait me there while I put away this stuff?” This suggestion leaves you confused, but too afraid to ruin the atmosphere you have finally set up, you just nod and do as he asked you.

While you are waiting for him in your bed, a myriad of thoughts run through your head. The most importunate and painful of all, is the one telling you that maybe your relationship with Mac is not as important to him as it is for you.

When Mac wakes up and walks in the kitchen, he finds you already dressed up, without any apparent reason.

“Have I missed a call from work?” He lays his hands on your hips, getting you closer for a kiss.

You move your face, avoiding it. Looking at the confused expression on his face, few inches far from yours, you say: “Mac, we need to talk”

“Is it because of last night, isn’t it? When I came to bed you were sleeping so well and I didn’t want to wake you up…"

“It’s because we missed a chance to be together. Again.”

“We got time, now. What about we get back to bed and eat breakfast there?” He rubs his nose against your cheek, in the way you always find so tender, and places a kiss between your jaw and neck.

Mac never fails to make you feel special, when you are together. The problem is that time is always so little, and not because of missions, as you would have expected.

Even if his closeness makes it hard, you go on with your speech. “Mac, I have the feeling that you only have time for me when you got nothing better to do, sometimes…”

He presses his lips together and slowly breathes in and out, as he does when he’s nervous or doesn’t know from where to start to solve a problem. You can bet that he would rather defuse a bomb right now, than facing this conversation with you. “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you? I feel like what I do is never enough for you…”

“I’m sorry if thirty minutes before going to work is not enough for me.” You leave your cup on the table and walk towards your bedroom.

Mac follows you and takes your wrist, obliging you to turn and takes a pause from what you’re doing: “You know that’s way more than what you said, at least that's what it means for me…”

“You are always busy, and I feel like I’m just a weight for you in this moment. This situation gets me so confused about us, I would like to come back to my house, at least for awhile…”

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You lay down the big carton box you were holding between your hands, and insert the key in the door lock. With only one turn, you hear the click, meaning that the door is open. You look at Riley, that was helping to take back your things from Mac’s house, and say: “This is really weird, I am sure to have closed the door this morning”

Before your friend could give you an answer, you look inside of your apartment and find it in a state of chaos.

“Someone has been here” Riley says shocked, as she was reading your mind.

You walk in, followed by her, and start to put back in place the furniture and ornaments that have been overturned, the clothes and personal stuff that have been pulled out from your drawers and wardrobe.

“Apparently nothing has been stolen but this doesn’t make me feel more comfortable.” You affirm, at end of your inspection.

After years of work on the field, you know that nobody breaks in someone’s else house without a good reason. Maybe they were looking for something valuable and didn’t find anything, even your television is vintage, after all. Or someone was just trying to scare you out: with your job, it wouldn’t be the first time you receive menaces of revenge. If this is the case, whoever did this, sure succeeded in his attempt to frighten you.

“I think that you should call Mac and tell him what happened” Riley suggests, noticing your disquietude.

“He already has a lot of thoughts about his father. I can handle this by myself.”

But you know that Riley is way more determined than this, so you’re not surprised when she replies: “I have no doubts about it, but I think he would like to know if his girlfriend got any kind of problems.”

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“Earth calls Y/N” Matty’s voice distracts you from your stream of thoughts. You lift your eyes from the sketches you’ve drawn on your piece of paper, during the long debriefing session, and nod to your boss.

Walking out the war room, Riley asks you: “Any news about who broke in your apartment? Have you told you-know-who about it?” She slightly waves her head in Mac’s direction.

“No, we haven’t talked a lot lately and it wouldn’t feel right to call him just because I need his help”

“So, do you admit it?”

“What?”

“That you need his help.” She affirms satisfied, as she just made you confess your worst secret. “That’s why you have been so distracted during the last weeks?”

“One of the reasons, not the only one. I don’t feel comfortable in my house after what happened. I am barely able to sleep at night.”

You look at Mac, talking with Jack and Matty in the room, and think how much you miss doing everything with him. Despite of all your problems, you’ve always felt safe knowing you were sleeping under the same roof. You feel so stupid having left the most beautiful place on Earth.

“You know there’s a solution to that, just talk with him” your friend says, before leaving you alone in the hallways of the Phoenix. You feel like a teenager waiting for his boyfriend to pick her up out of school.

“What do yo do still here?” His voice makes you turn to look at him. You can feel by his tone that it’s not everything alright yet, but at least you are talking to each other, now. That’s a little step ahead.

“I was waiting for you. Can we talk?” You answer, playing with your fingers nervously.

He nods to Jack to go ahead without him, then waits for you to say something.

“Mac, could you take me back home? I mean, if you don’t have any other plans for tonight…”

He’s surprised by your request, but you’re sure he didn’t get this is your clumsy way to say that you miss him.

"Something happened to your car?”

You shake your head: “No, it’s not about my car. Someone broke in my apartment a couple of weeks ago, and I…”

He doesn’t make you finish your sentence: “What? Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

“You have already a lot of stuff to deal with, and I was afraid that you would have overreacted”

“Of course, I would have overreacted.” He lifts your chin: “Do you know what they wanted? Or, any clue about who could have been?”

“No, I just found my door unlocked and my house in disorder, but nothing missing. Maybe it was just a gang, my neighborhood is not well populated…”

“I know, this was one of the reason I’ve asked you to come stay with me, remember?” He slightly smiles at you, for the first time in days. Then, he takes your hand and says: “C’mon, I take you home now.”

“I’ve walked around the block twice and I didn’t see any suspicious guy around. I think you’re going to have sweet dreams, tonight.” Mac gives the last look behind the curtains of your window, to check that everything was quiet around your house.

“Thank you, I feel so stupid having asked you to do this. ”

“Nothing that can make you feel better is stupid.” He gives you one of his soft, reassuring smiles.

You would like to ask him to stay with you tonight, but you've been distant for a while and you don't know at which point is your relationship. Trying not to make it too awkward, you lay your arms around his neck, with the proposition of discovering it: “That’s not the only thing that would make me feel better.”

“What do you want me to do? Do you need a massage, a cup of tea, a hot bath?”

You can’t help but smile hearing that he would like to do all these things for you. Then pretending to think about what making him do, you go sit on the couch and say: “I would like to watch a movie together, like we used to do during our first dates. Do you remember?”

Mac puts one dvd in the recorder, and sits next to you. In the darkness of your living room, he looks at your face, only lighted by the tv screen: “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a whole year”

“I knew that I was making the right choice.” you whisper, during the opening titles.

“And are you still sure, now? I mean, after the fight we had, and your decision to go back to your apartment...”

“Of course, I am. It’s just that I’ve missed these kind of moments in the last period”

“It’s not going to happen again, Y/N. I’ve put on sale my dad’s watch. I’ve decided to take a break from my research …”

You widen your eyes: “What does it mean? You’ve spent so much time in this, do you want to give up now?”

“I don’t even know if he stopped one second from what he’s doing to look out for me. While there’s a person right here, that really cares for me and seeks for my attention, and I don’t want to spend my time doing anything else than being with her”

“Mac, this is not what I wanted…”

“I know, but I don’t care, I don’t want you to think that you’re anything else than my top priority.”

Before you could reply, he starts kissing you. Neither the movie would have distracted him from you that night.

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