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spartanguard · 6 years

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merbaby, part 2 (A Tall Tail: MerMay/June)

So this prompt was requested by the amazing, wonderful @cocohook38 after some discussions/recent obsessions. Fair warning: it involves mpreg. Otherwise, it’s pure fluff. But for that reason, I’m making this canon-optional within this universe, as I know a lot of people aren’t really into that; if you’re not, just pretend it was the other way around, or ignore this altogether. But it was cute idea and I’ll do just about anything for Jules, so here it is:

Baby Jones No. 2 is on the way, but due to a different conception scenario, Killian is carrying the baby. It’s certainly different, but a no less exciting for the Jones family. | 3.6 k; rated PG

The morning after one of their blissful nights underwater was always an annoyance, Killian had come to find. A return to land meant a return to the real world, to work, to all of that nonsense. Is it so much to ask to just swim away with my family?

Two-year-old Hali was seated in his lap, her teal scales against his golden ones, while Emma dried off. Hali was watching the play of light on their tails while Killian was using the time to admire his always gorgeous wife; she caught him staring and winked back, before taking their toddler into her arms and toweling her dry, then setting the little girl on the deck when her human legs returned.

Emma dug his cuff out from where they hid it and tossed it over to him. He sighed as he stared at it, longing for just one more day where he wouldn’t have to deal with Storybrooke and all its problems, but slid it on anyways.

But this time, it didn’t work.

Confused, he slipped it off and then put it back on again. Still nothing—no trace of the tingling sensation that always accompanied his transformation back to human form. “Why won’t it bloody work?” he muttered.

“BLOODY!” Hali screamed, which usually earned a reprimand, but Emma was staring at the leather bracelet, too, concerned.

“Maybe the spell wore off?” she suggested, but when Killian slipped it off and held it in his palm, he could feel the magic in it just as strong as ever, so he shook his head.

“Perhaps you should have Regina take a look, or Belle?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” she agreed, but was clearly worried—and he didn’t blame her. The whole point of that cuff was so they could be together with their family. “You take Hali for the day, then, and I’ll come back when I find something out.”

Well, I can’t complain about that; he spent a lovely day with his little mer-lass, exploring the ocean and napping. But Emma had no answers when she joined them that evening.

“I talked to Regina, Belle, and I looked at the book—nothing. Maybe we just need to keep trying?”

“It’s as good a guess as any, I suppose.”

But the same thing happened the next morning. And the next. And even the next, which had been extra heartbreaking because Emma had to work a night shift and Hali stayed with David and Snow. That day, he threw his cuff across the deck in frustration.

“Hey, we’ll figure this out,” she assured him, and he knew that they would, but he was struggling to maintain hope.

“I know, love; I just...I just miss everything and everyone. Hell, I miss Grumpy.”

“I can arrange a visit, if you’d like.”

“If this goes on much longer, I might take you up on that.”

Of course, Storybrooke being Storybrooke, they had to deal with a new villain that derailed everything for a few weeks. On the bright side, he was able to hide his daughter from everything underwater, but he hated feeling useless. His family and friends all rotated in bringing food by his cove at mealtimes, so he was at least able to keep tabs on what was going on, and his powers came in handy when a fire monster found its way into town, but as the days dragged on, he was feeling more and more disconnected.

Finally, when it was all over, Emma arranged for them to have another private night, just to themselves. The release was just what he needed; their separation had been extra hard on him in that regard.

Lying sated in their kelp bed, tails twirled together, Emma propped herself on one arm and used the other hand to survey him from tip to toe as if they were getting reacquainted. Her touch felt amazing, and he laid back, eyes closed, enjoying her ministrations.

In a joking tone, she asked, “What have you been eating down here?” as her fingers traversed his stomach.

He opened his eyes and gave her a curious glare. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you’ve got a bit of pudge going on here,” she replied, lightly patting his stomach.

“Then perhaps you should be bringing me less greasy food from Granny’s,” he threw back, but it was something he had noticed, and just assumed it was from the lack of activity. He’d need to do a bit more swimming, it seemed, but he’d just been so bored and tired lately.

“Actually,” she started, brow furrowing as she studied his abdomen. “That doesn’t feel like fat.” Her fingers moved around, inspecting the tiny bit of belly he now had, and when he focused on it, she was right—there was something in there. His hand joined hers; there was something solid within him.

“What do you think it is?” he asked, now slightly worried. Had he been attacked by something down here and not noticed?

“I don’t know, but I’ll try to find out.”

A day later, she came back down, but for the first time in ages, he couldn’t read her expression; it was somewhere between excitement and worry. “Well? What did you find out?”

She swallowed. “Um, well, it’s kind of weird. But...a good weird, I think?”

He arched an eyebrow in wonder; what on earth is she getting at? “What does that mean?”

“It means, I think...that you’re pregnant.”

Bloody hell; he hadn’t been expecting that—to find out that he was...expecting? He was speechless.

“I know; it’s crazy. But I found the chapter on reproduction in the merfolk book, and what it said, basically, was that it’s typical for mermen to carry the baby—you know, like a seahorse.”

He snorted; there’s nothing equine about me. It didn’t make sense, though. “But, Hali—“

“I know,” she cut off. “I was talking with Regina about that, and her best guess is that Hali was conceived on land and this one was down here. And once it happened, that’s why you couldn’t transform.”

“You were discussing our activities with Regina!” he hissed.

“That’s really what you’re fixating on?”

He sighed; she was right, but it was easier to react to that than the truth: he was with child. He glanced down at his slightly rounded stomach and placed his hand over it. “Bloody hell,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” Emma concurred.

Another babe. A new little mer-lad or mer-lass would be joining them. And he’d be the one to bring the child into the world. As terrifying as that should have seemed, the more he thought about it, he realized he actually felt anything but. It had been a thrilling experience to watch and see and feel his daughter grow in Emma; how incredible that I get a first-person view of this little one developing!

Until he thought back to Emma’s pregnancy—and how interminable it felt at times. “Wait—does that mean I’ll be confined to this form for the duration of the gestation?”

“Looks like it.”

“Emma, I can’t stay down here for months on end; I won’t be able to do it.”

She looked nervous again. “That’s the other part, but I’m not sure if that part is good or not.” He could tell she was hesitant to go on, so he gave her an encouraging nod, which she returned. “The gestation of a merperson is only a few months. That’s why you’re already showing.”

Well, that's a relief, he thought with a sigh, smiling.

“You’re smiling. Why are you smiling?” Emma asked, cocking her head in confusion.

He swam closer to her and took her hand in his. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re telling me we get to be parents again; I get to experience the wonder of childbearing this time around; and it will take a third the time as a normal pregnancy?”

“Yeah, just about.”

“Swan, I’m elated.” He set her hand on his stomach, over where their child was growing, and with his hook, nudged her chin up to meet his adoring gaze. “Emma, I love you, and I love our daughter, and I cannot wait for that love to continue to grow with this little one.” And he leaned forward to kiss her. And kiss her. And kiss her, because while it was a seemingly unconventional manner, she was going to make him a father again.

When they finally broke apart, only to catch their breath, she did ask, “Are you really sure you’re okay with this?”

“My tune may change by the end, much like yours did; but as of right now, I’m delighted.” She gave a small smile, but still seemed worried. “Why? Are you not?”

“No—I am,” she quickly assured him. “It’s not anything I ever anticipated, and I’m maybe a little jealous that it’ll go so much quicker than both of mine did, but I can’t wait to be a mom again. I just hope it goes okay for you.”

“It wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t capable of handling it. And I have my True Love at my side; surely, I don’t need to tell you how we can get through anything together.”

“You don’t,” she affirmed with a kiss. “Then I guess we better start getting ready for Baby Jones No. 2.”

“Indeed we do.”

Their family took the news all in stride, and Emma’s parents quickly went into action to help prepare the new nursery on their shorter-than-normal schedule. And David was a big help in getting Killian to Whale’s office for a checkup, just to see if things were okay. Of course, he dramatically mocked Killian’s ever-so-slightly larger size—the bump growing bit by bit every day—but Killian now knew how to douse his head with seawater in response.

Emma had brought the merfolk book with her to the appointment, but Whale didn’t seem to need it as he explained everything to Killian. Birth itself didn’t sound the most pleasant, but when was it ever? At least I’m prepared now.

As they waited for the sonogram machine to become available, Emma asked, “Do I want to know how you know so much about mermaid reproduction?”

Whale shrugged. “Probably not.”

The doctor grabbed a bottle of gel and before he placed it on the slight curve of Killian’s belly, warned, “Brace yourself; this might be cold.” But despite all he seemed to know about the reproductive process, he had forgotten that merfolk already run colder; the gel actually almost felt warm.

Emma told him to watch the screen as Whale moved a wand over his stomach, letting them see Killian’s insides. It didn’t take long to find what they were looking for: the definitive shape of a baby’s head and upper body. Well, would you look at that!

“I can’t get a clear shot of the lower half, based on the way he or she is laying, but the heartbeat sounds great and everything looks normal. This puts you around 13 weeks on a normal pregnancy, which is where you should be.”

He left them with some advice on getting through it, also with the warning that he wouldn’t be able to be at the birth because it could only take place underwater. “But you guys’ll be fine.” Easy for him to say. Whale seemed a bit more convinced than they were, but it sounded like there was nothing to worry about.

The picture wasn’t waterproof, but Emma assured him it would have a place of prominence on the fridge. “I wish I could see it up there,” he mused, a bit sadly, but she assured him he would in just a couple short months.

She had to get back to work, so David borrowed his cuff and hung out with him underwater for the rest of the day. They did some swimming and exploration of the cove, but mostly just relaxed and chatted; it had been some time since Killian had social company like this, and he hadn’t realized until then just how much he missed it.

“Dave, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure.”

“It might be gross.”

“Okay, then maybe. What is it?”

Killian swallowed; it was an awkward thing to ask, but I can’t think of anyone else. “Will you be here for the birth?”

David gaped for a second. “You want me here? Like, down here with you?”

“Yes.”

“I...I’d be honored. Of course I’ll be here; whatever you guys need.”

“Thanks, mate.”

And suddenly, they had a plan. All that was left now was to wait.

Explaining to Hali what was going on was surprisingly simple, and she took it all in stride. The larger Killian’s belly grew, the more it seemed to amuse her, especially once she could feel her little brother or sister pushing back at her when she touched it. “Baby!” she’d squeal and giggle, making Killian’s heart expand just a bit more each time.

The physical changes themselves weren’t as difficult as he expected, but Emma wasn’t surprised. “Think about how I pretty much only wanted to be underwater for the last trimester. The water is so soothing,” she commented. “So you’re, like, perma-relaxed down here, at least physically.”

“Physically,” he’d parrot back. The larger the child grew, the more it pressed—and then punched and kicked—at various parts of his innards. “As much as you can be when you have a large object pressing on your kidneys,” he replied, rubbing his swollen stomach.

He assumed they were kicks the child was doing, but honestly, he wasn’t quite sure. Since they couldn’t see the lower half on a sonogram, and he wasn’t keen on moving the required distance to the hospital again once he got larger, he couldn’t confirm if the child within him had legs or a tail. Neither one would matter, but he was certainly curious; at least we don’t have to wait long to find out.

Snow and David routinely checked in on him and kept him company, Henry popped in fairly often, and even Belle and Regina came down a couple of times to visit. From what he gathered, things were going fine in town and the nursery was all set and waiting for its new occupant. Just like Hali, Henry had delighted in feeling his new sibling move around, and the babe had kicked at Belle a few times while they hugged.

But nighttime was still his and Emma’s, especially as his due date seemed to arrive (they had an estimate from Whale, but it could still be a bit sooner or later than that). Most nights, he, Emma, and Hali curled up together in the kelp bed, his and Emma’s tails intertwined and his arms around Hali while Emma’s hand rested on the growing bump. There was the occasional night of privacy, when Hali went with Snow and David, but he was truly never happier than when he had his two girls in his arms.

“And what are you, hmm?” he wondered one day, right around the due date, as his hand traced the generous curve of his belly. “Am I about to be outnumbered by fearsome ladies, or is there another gentleman joining the fray?”

In reply, his entire abdomen clenched under his hand. This wasn’t a kick; this was something else. “I’m about to find out the answer to that, aren’t I?” he asked his stomach once the pain passed.

Grabbing his shell phone from around his neck, he said into it, “Emma? What are you up to, love?”

“Just folding some clothes; why?”

“Well, whenever you get a chance, you might want to come down here.”

“Is it time?” she asked, slightly panicking.

“Yeah.”

“You’re doing fantastic, Hook; just keep going,” David encouraged, holding Killian under his arms and supporting him with his tail. “Almost there, man.”

Hours later, their child was almost here; Emma and David had arrived shortly after his call and guided him through the labor process. Their little one was almost here, he could feel it—but oh, it hurts so much.

“Killian, you’re doing wonderful; one more push and we should be good. You can do it. I love you so much,” Emma assured him from where she was in front of him, waiting to catch the babe when he or she came out.

“I love you, too,” he panted.

“Just one more!” Emma practically shouted.

The sea around them was a whirlwind storm, no doubt due to his swirl of emotions, but he had no energy to try to calm it now—everything was going into delivering this child. Then, it was time to push, and he gave it everything, shouting as he did and receiving cheers from the others as he worked.

Relief finally washed over him as his child came into the world; he leaned back against David for a reprieve, but he could still Emma holding the babe: a shock of dark hair on the head, a fine set of lungs that was screaming, and a wonderful, tiny set of fins, that were a seemingly colorless dark color, much like a newborn’s eyes.

Behind him, David asked, “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Um, I can’t tell yet,” Emma replied, glancing over the child as she cleaned the residue of birth from the skin.

“I don’t bloody care,” Killian interjected. “Can I—” he started, finishing his question by holding out his arms.

Emma smiled up at him, tears brimming at her eyes even underwater, and placed their new little one in his embrace. “Here you are, Daddy.”

It didn’t matter the gender of their little one, or what the lower half was; he was holding against his chest the child he’d carried and delivered, and they were absolutely perfect.

For a moment, the three of them just studied the newest member of the Jones family, and Emma placed a kiss against Killian’s temple. “You were amazing.”

“Thank you, love; both of you—I couldn’t have done it without you,” he murmured as the little one blinked its big eyes and then closed them, succumbing to slumber.

“I’m going to go tell Snow; she’s waiting up top,” David said quietly, gave them both quick embraces, and then swam up to the surface, leaving the once-again new parents with their baby. It was just the three of them for a while, and they took stock of all the baby’s fingers, the shape of the fin, the almost silky feeling of the tiny baby scales, and brushed the dark hair on the top of the head.

“We should probably head up and make some introductions,” Emma suggested after some time. “You feeling up to it?”

“Aye; let’s go.” Slowly, they swam up to the surface, holding the new one oh so tight.

In the cove, Snow and David were waiting at Killian’s favorite rock, with Hali in tow. The sun was setting—past Hali’s bedtime, to be sure—but she was far too excited to sleep, and they’d let her stay up just this once.

Emma hopped up on the rock and Killian passed the baby to her before carefully sliding his sore self onto it. Almost immediately, she started to wrap the babe in a receiving blanket that Snow had brought while Snow and Hali proceeded to fawn all over the infant.

“Well?” Snow asked, after assessing that the babe was, in fact, perfect (though Killian could have told her that).

“Give me a minute,” Emma said, cradling the baby with one arm and gently drying it in the blanket with the other. Hali, already a fantastic big sister, watched intently while carefully patting her new sibling’s head.

“Okay, then, how do you feel, Killian?”

“Like being hit by a car, but happy about it.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

He didn’t want to try putting on the cuff just yet, thinking one or two more nights in the water might be needed, especially to let his natural healing powers work, but his thoughts on that were cut off by Emma nearly shouting “Yes! We have legs!”

Everyone giggled, but they all knew what that meant. Slowly, taking her time with the reveal, Emma unwrapped the top layers of blankets until the babe was exposed.

She looked right at Killian as she passed their child to him. “It’s a boy,” she said reverently.

A son; he had a son. The little boy squirmed at the cool air that was now all over him, and Killian quickly wrapped him back up, but he was thrilled: I have a son. One of each now. It was perfect.

“Brudder?” Hali asked in her two-year-old voice as she toddled over.

“Aye, my little love; you have a brother.” As if his heart wasn’t already overflowing, Hali gave her new brother the most careful kiss on the soft skin of his head, and the tears of joy finally started falling. He pulled her into his side, and just gazed in wonder at the amazing family he now had—only to find they were all staring back with similar expressions.

David wiped the tears from his eyes and asked, “Does he have a name then?”

Killian glanced to Emma; they’d discussed it, but waited to say anything. She just nodded, giving him permission.

“His name is Dylan. Dylan David Jones.”

David’s tears quickly returned.

All too soon, Hali began to rub her eyes, so Emma’s parents took her home while they returned to the sea—but only after checking to make sure their son had indeed inherited the same transformation abilities as his sister, which he seemed to have.

Raising one merbaby was controlled chaos at best; they had no idea what raising two would be like. But they couldn’t wait to find out.

if you stuck with this, thanks a bunch! y’all sent good prompts so they’re taking longer than I’d like, but they’re a lot of fun! tagging some mermates (apologies if this isn’t your thing; feel free to ignore!) @kat2609 @mryddinwilt @xpumpkindumplingx @optomisticgirl@thesschesthair @shipsxahoy @initiala @sherlockianwhovian @fairytalesandtimetravel@clockadile @kmomof4 @snowbellewells @branlovesouat @wordsmith-storyweaver @wyntereyez (if I missed you, let me know and I’ll tag you in the rest!)

#cs ff #cs fluff #cs babies #mermaid!killian #mermay #mpreg #a tall tail

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spartanguard · 7 years

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I was informed you had some Merman captian hook going on, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of any art or stories based on this au? :D Grazie~

OH, NONNIE. YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE. @thesschesthair was wise to send you to me :D

As @optomisticgirl added to that post, I have an extensive mermaid!Killian tag (and a related mermaid!Emma tag, if you’re interested) filled with LOTS of art and stories and other mermaid-related shenanigans. Because Killian as a merman is basically my favorite thing ever.

Breaking it down:

My stuff

I have what’s probably an absurd amount of fics and whatnot featuring mermaid!Killian…please bear with me.

A Tall Tail

I have to shamelessly plug my own mermaid!Killian story, A Tall Tail. It’s my baby.

Synopsis: Killian thought he’d met his demise when Ursula tossed him carelessly into the water. But he ended up finding out more about himself—and the mermaids he had hoped to avoid, not join—than ever before. (Canon-divergent from 4x15)

The main story can be found on tumblr, AO3, and FF.net. There’s also a series of related ficlets:

Valentine’s Day

mermaid!Captain Charming

mermaid!CS smut (yes, they got it on) (many times) (done for my awesome mermate @xpumpkindumplingx’s bday)

mermaid!Captain Cobra

mermaid!CS’s merbaby (actually, merbabies)

And I have been so, so blessed to have some very talented friends who’ve created absolutely beautiful works of art related to this story.

By the amazing @fairytalesandtimetravel:

(link)

And then my darling @cocohook38 has made sooo many pieces. Two faves (I have to limit myself because otherwise, this post would be miles long):

(link)

(link) (also: Emma with their merbaby)

In addition to:

these original mermaid!Killian sketches

this comic from the first chapter

these fantastic IRL drawings

this gorgeous scene from one of the last chapters

BATHTUB

I’m still floored that these pieces exist, so please go send them all the love.

Waxing Poetic on Chest Hair Removal

Yes, I have another story, because I’m weird (and because @cocohook38 deserved all the adoration on her bday). Though he’s still a human in this one, he gets his chest waxed so he can be a model merman. And then there’s smut, once the chest hair grows back in, because he just isn’t Killian Jones without it. Read on tumblr, AO3, and FF.net.

And because I’m extra nerdy, I made a manip set of him as said merman model.

More Fic

Some other fantastic stories featuring Killian as a merman:

Castles in the Sand by allycat22 (really cute Little Mermaid-esque story featuring Killian the merman falling for Princess Emma; unfinished but still adorable, and this cover art by @captainswanouat is gorgeous)

Between the Sand and the Sea by @mryddinwilt (Mako Mermaids CS AU in which Killian inadvertently becomes a merman, much to Emma the mermaid’s chagrin. but it’s so damn adorable. also, A Tall Tail wouldn’t have happened without Holli’s encouragement and it’s her birthday today so go send her some love!)

A Song of the King of the Sea by @timetravelingpotatoast (really fun adventure! Synopsis:Ursula is in trouble. Without magic and missing some memories, she fears something may have happened to her father, and turns to Emma and Killian for assistance. A mystery awaits them in the oceans of the Echanted Forest. For obvious reasons, this requires our heroes to be turned into merfolk.)

Untitled ficlet (with accompanying art) by @thewholeworldatyourfeet

Little Mermaid/Cinderella AU gifset by @shipsxahoy (IT’S SO CUTE)

More Art

@cocohook38 has so many more cute doodles:

her first mermaid!CS

Underwater

a cute mermaid!CS moment

these adorable little scenes

merman Hook

merman Killian with centaur Emma (slightly NSFW)

@tennant-the-tigger has an adorable interpretation of something Killian would never wear (but I beg to differ ;) )

@caipteancalahaan drew an adorable reverse-ish scenario

@malicious-winking made these adorable doodles

@timetravelingpotatoast‘s emo merman

and @bloodyirishpirate‘s more accurate merman (I love the gills!)

I’m sure there is LOTS more out there, so if anyone has anything to add, let me know! This can be something of a merman Killian masterpost :) And thanks again for the Q, nonnie! Hope this helps!

#mermaid!killian #merman killian #killian jones #wet!killian #anonymous

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