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tomtenadia · 20 days

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Detours to You - 28

Hello all,

I was planning on posting this on our favourite queen's bday but I forgot. Anyway this is an important chapter with a. lot of fluff and cuteness.

Spot the direct quote from the book 🥰

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May eventually arrived and with it Aelin’s birthday. She was turning thirty four and Rowan had a plan.

He had convinced her to take the day off and Elide and Lysandra had been his partners in crime. Aelin was four months along and the hint of a baby bump had started to show. Maya had been fascinated and both he and Aelin, had made sure to answer all of her questions, some of them with the help of books.

That morning he had sneaked out of bed earlier than usual and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He was making fresh croissants filled with chocolate. His mum, an early bird like him, had joined him and helped him prepare a super meal.

He had been planning that day for a while now, but he was mostly excited about the rest of the day. He had told his plan to Maya and had to threaten her to cancel her hockey training if she babbled. Maya had promised to keep the secret.

The smell of pastries engulfed the house and it wasn’t long until Aelin showed up on the kitchen doorstep with Maya in tow.

He turned to them “My queen, my princess.” He offered them a bow “your breakfast is ready.” With his hand he waved at the table where a tray full of croissants was awaiting them at its side a bowl with fruits and other sweet treats he had prepared. Then a chocolate milkshake for both and a mug of coffee for him and his mum.

Aelin pulled Rowan to her and begged for a kiss “Happy birthday, fireheart.” He whispered against her lips.

“Happy birthday, mama!” Maya climbed off the chair and ran out of the room returning a few minutes later with a piece of paper in her hands “nana Wen helped me last night.”

Maya passed the paper to her mother and Aelin squealed in delight. It was a drawing of her dressed up as a queen, Rowan at her side was a knight and Maya was in front of them with an armour of her own. Underneath there was a scribbling reading “happy birthday queen mum.”

Aelin squeezed her daughter tight “I love you, muffin.”

Eiddwen distributed the food and sat down “well, I think I have my birthday surprise too,” she started “I have bought a small cottage in the neighbourhood down the hill.”

Silence.

“Mum?”

“Rowan, you and Aelin are going to have another child. I will help and I will be a babysitter if you need to, but you need your own space without me lurking around.”

“Eiddwen, you are not a burden.”

The woman took Aelin’s hand “I know darling, but you two might want some privacy too.” She continued “as I said I will be just down the hill. I might have to go back to Wendlyn for a short spell to make sure everything is alright in the other house but I will be back for my grandson’s birth.”

Eiddwen turned to Rowan who had been silent “Rowan?”

“Mum, no one is kicking you out.”

Eiddwen moved closer to her son “I know,” she knew he was worrying about her. Still remembered how hard she had to push him to leave Wendlyn and go back to Terrasen where he belonged “I know you worry and are happy to look after me, but I am fine. These few months with you three have been better than any therapy I went to in the past five years.”

“Okay.”

“Good, now let’s stop moping, we have a birthday girl to celebrate.”

After breakfast he finally set his plan in motion.

Elide and Lysandra picked Aelin up for their spa session. When he had talked to them about his plan, Lys had reminded him that the spa voucher still remained unclaimed. That was the perfect excuse to distract her. He and Maya would go to the bookstore and set their plan in motion. He was giddy.

Once the car with the three women was away Rowan helped Maya to get ready and both left.

“Dad, I kept the secret.”

“You have been wonderful, my love.”

On that day he was driving his regular car since he had taken the day off and his deputy was on call. He did not want any interruptions. But that meant he could not go near Aelin’s shop since he was not on fire services duty.

He parked and helped Maya climb off the car seat and then he grabbed his bag.

Lysandra had given him a set of keys for the store since they had closed for the day.

He stepped in the shop and disabled the intruder alarm as Elide had explained and then locked the door behind him, making sure that the sign said closed for private function.

Elide and Lys had gone there early that morning and brought all the decorations he would need. They had been excellent partners in crime and supporters.

“Okay Maya, we need to decorate the fantasy section like a forest.”

“Yes.”

From a box he extracted a lot of fake kingsflames and started decorating the shelves while Maya looked after the bottom shelves. He then went through the back and took a vase with real kingsflames. They were Aelin’s favourite flower.

“Okay, shall we do the fairy lights now?”

Maya went to grab the content of another box “these ones?”

“Yes.”

Lys had suggested to use real candles but both Rowan and Elide had been horrified. Open flames in a bookshop? Lysandra had tried to explain she meant the one in glass style containers where the flame was away from the rim. He had given her a lecture on fire safety and Lys had surrendered at his idea of having battery powered tea lights.

He had finished attaching the strings of fairy lights while Maya was placing the tea lights in the most random places. Instead of changing everything he picked up one at a time and lifted Maya in his arms so she could be the one to place it in the correct location.

It took them a few hours for the transformation, but now the fantasy section of the shop looked amazing. He switched off the lights for that section and only left on the ones at the very far back for safety.

“What do you think?”

“I love it dad, it’s so magical.”

The tea and fairy light created a suffused atmosphere. It was perfect.

A text reached him.

“Maya, mum is coming, time to get changed.”

“We totally needed that,” said Aelin as they climbed back in the car “peanut and I are very relaxed.”

Lysandra and Elide looked at each other “there’s another stop we have to do before taking you home to your man.”

“Okay.”

They arrived in the centre of Orynth quickly and Aelin was confused when Lys parked in the staff car park.

“Lys?”

“Shh…” Elide told her.

They walked at the front of the shop and Aelin noticed a hint of lights from inside “why are the lights on?”

Lysandra had texted Rowan in advance and hoped he was ready.

They got in and Elide took her hand guiding her to the paradise in the middle of the shop.

Aelin gasped.

Rowan was standing in the centre of the fantasy section dressed in a knight armour and a sword at his hip. Maya was at his side with a kid’s version of his costume. He had asked Fenrys for the best place where to find such costumes and he had been happy at the result.

“What’s happening?” He heard Aelin ask.

He spotted Lysandra and Elide fall back into the darkness. He had promised they could stay and watch. They had been a great help after all.

“My queen,” he took a step forward and went down on one knee in front of her, bowing his head. He then looked up and offered her his hand and stood once more.

Maya advanced with a crown in her hands. Aelin kneeled so that Maya could placed it on her head “you look pretty, mama.”

“Thank you, my love.” She stood again and faced Rowan.

“Aelin, my queen, I spent centuries wandering the world, from empires to kingdoms, to wastelands, never settling, never stopping - not for one moment. I was always looking toward the horizon, always wondering what waited across the next ocean, over the next mountain. But I think… I think that the whole time, all those centuries, I was just looking for you.”

Aelin gasped loudly, that was a direct quote from her favourite book where the warrior confess his blossoming feelings to his queen.

“Rowan…”

He stepped forward and took her hand and Maya joined him carrying a small black box in her hands “mama, dada loves you very much. Will you marry him?”

“My queen, we took a detour through life and I almost lost you forever. No more. Marry me. Make me the happiest man in Erilea.”

Aelin started sobbing and nodding eagerly “Yes, of course.”

Rowan grabbed the ring from the box and placed it on Aelin’s extended hand “I love you, fireheart.”

Aelin moved closer to him and let his strong arms encircle her “I love you too, buzzard.”

Maya pulled at her mum’s dress “me too.”

The two adults kneeled down and sandwiched their daughter in-between “Mama did you like the surprise?”

“It was beautiful, baby, and I am so happy,” she said with still wet eyes.

Lysandra and Elide waited until it was okay and then ran to the trio “Congratulations!”

“You can finally join us in the married club.”

“Am I allowed too?”

“Rowan, you can join Lorcan and Aedion and you three can have husbands nights when the three of us need a break.”

Rowan chuckled.

“Mama, dada can we have pizza tonight?”

Rowan looked up at Aelin “do you feel okay to go out?”

“I want to keep my knight’s costume.”

Luckily Rowan had bought hers but his had to be returned.

He helped Lysandra and Elide tidy up while Maya slayed imaginary dragons and pretended to protect Aelin.

Once they were all finished Lys and Elide said their goodbyes while Rowan guided his girls outside. It was late afternoon and the sun was still high. It was May and Terrasen would experience longer days.

“Dada, can we go to Orynth Tower?”

Rowan smiled and looked at Aelin. That had been their first date. It had been a stunning evening and he had taken her on top of it and they had their first kiss. It was just perfect.

“Did you plan this too?”

Rowan shook his head.

They drove there since it was in the heart of the financial district and he was not asking Aelin to take public transport when he had a car. Rowan parked the car at the car park nearby and they started walking. Maya still dressed with her cape and her plastic sword. She was happy and Rowan was not going to spoil that moment.

He bought a family ticket and they joined the queue for the lifts. Maya holding her dad’s hand and Aelin was holding the other, leaning against him while they waited.

Rowan kissed her head “remember when we visited here on our first date?”

Aelin looked up at him and smiled.

“You had a cute blue dress that really messed up with my head all night. You had let your hair down and curled it too.” Another kiss “you were the most beautiful woman I ever saw.”

“You came straight from work and had kept your uniform to impress me.”

Rowan laughed “that I did.”

“Let’s go!” Called Maya, while pulling her father forward.

He and Aelin followed and entered together with a few tourists as well.

As on instinct, Rowan’s eyes landed on the panel against the wall and the codes for the last inspection.

The lift was made of glass and they could see all the cables.

“Dad, I can see the cables.”

Rowan picked up his daughter in his arms “see that hatch on top of us?” Maya nodded “once I had to rescue some people stuck in this very elevator. My colleagues they lowered me down with the ropes inside it.”

“Did you save them all?”

“Of course I did.”

Aelin smashed her face against his chest and restrained her giggle. She had heard that story already and the face of the other passengers was just the same as the first time they rode it together. She knew Rowan would not take a lift if alone, but with her he always made an effort if it involved an insane number of storeys.

“Dad, you can always save us if we get stuck.”

Rowan laughed and horror spread around the cabin “we are okay, baby.”

The ride finally over, Rowan let the other people file out and apologised silently to all of them.

“Let’s go.”

Once on the platform he put Maya down and the girl ran to the viewing point and plastered herself against the transparent barrier “dada it’s so pretty.”

Rowan and Aelin joined her and Aelin snuggled closer to him. The view for taller people was free, and Rowan leaned against the barrier.

“I love that we are here on the day we got engaged.”

Aelin lifted her left hand in front of her staring at the ring on her fourth finger “I still can’t believe it. Still feels like I am dreaming.”

Rowan pulled her body really close to his while his free hand was brushing Maya’s head who was leaning against his legs.

“Maybe this is how is was meant to happen,” he whispered softly against her head “maybe this detour through life was what we needed to come out better and stronger than what we were five years ago.”

Aelin kissed his shoulder “that sound like something my dad would say.”

Rowan chuckled lightly “it was actually, and he made me think.” He turned her to face him “I am not saying that is going to be perfect from now on, but all we have gone through made us stronger,” he kissed her forehead in a loving gesture “And I love you three madly.”

Aelin looked down at Maya who was still staring at the view from the tower.

“You are my sappy old man.”

“To whatever end.” He whispered back with a soft kiss.

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justalildumpling · 1 year

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⇢ jisung as your boyfriend

pairing: jisung x reader genre: fluff, just pure fluff note: haven’t written a headcanon in a hot minute but it was our dreamies’ maknae’s bday, i simply had to🤷‍♀️

you may think jisung was uncomfortable with you or second guessing his feelings for you at the start of your relationship because of how fidgety and nervous he was but trust me, he’s so head over heels for you that he doesn’t want to risk messing anything up

the way he would report everything to chenle after hanging out with you and be like “oh my god, Y/N got me this mouse keyring because i told her it was my representative emoji a few days ago.” and him replying “my god jisung, you are so whipped.”

he would text you little updates about his day every now and then or simply just to check up on you and even if you don’t have long conversations, it was things like this that would mean the world to him

it could even be something stupid like “y/n!! guess what!! i found the caramel i’ve been looking for since last week at the bottom of mark’s bag!!” “sungie… pls tell me u didn’t eat it.” “ofc not!! … it was tempting tho.”

he doesn’t seem like a huge fan of PDA especially in front of his hyungs, god forbid if they ever saw him hug you let alone peck you on your cheek, that would be the end for him

but he would prefer little hidden gestures like holding your hand under the dinner table or cupping your cheeks with his hands when you're alone outside or brushing away the stray hairs from your face

since he’s a relatively tall person, most items of clothing would be a bit long for you so tho he wouldn’t admit it, would think whenever you wore his hoodies, you would be the cutest thing in the world

he would draw little circles or patterns on the palms of your hand whilst your snuggling into your neck

despite being a relatively shy and reserved guy, he would still make sure to tell you how much he appreciates you

it could be a random midnight ramble in the darkness of your room or a long texted paragraph whenever he missed you during his tour

jisung would realise that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you early on in the relationship and sometimes he would blank out staring at you daydreaming about your future together

oh the way he would gush about you to his friends (aka chenle because telling his hyungs would be embarrassing)

it could be how talented you were or how beautiful you looked or heck even how graceful you fell when he was trying to teach you one of his dances

whether you were older, younger or the same age, he would have a strong sense of protectiveness over you

If you said someone from work or school was bothering you he would immediately say “what’s their name? do i need to get renjun and haechan to come?”

the dreamies would love you, like how the in laws would love you. prepare to get babied whenever you go visit them because they, especially jaemin will not leave you two alone (well… eventually they will. only because jeno pulled him away)

The best thing about dating jisung is that you both would have a mutual feeling of being prepared to conquer anything together, whether it be an obstacle in the relationship or personal life, you would never feel alone or scared because you know that the other will always be there to catch your fall

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walviemort · 2 months

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Expecting a Secret [2/3]

Summary: After the events of 3x19, Killian is at his lowest after being rejected by Emma. When Snow’s labor turns out to be a false alarm, Zelena offers Killian a deal: she’ll leave the Charmings alone…if he gives her the baby she needs for her spell instead. There’s just one hitch: he has to keep it a secret. At least it will only take 10 days, right? a/n: Here's the second part of my bday fic for @sancocnutclub !!! This is the full fic from the manip I posted last week. Last chapter should go up on Friday! rated T | AO3 | 3.8k | part 1 |

Based on what Killian was feeling and seeing, the next morning found him roughly at the 23-week mark (as expected, he’d spent most of the night studying his borrowed book—and was feeling thoroughly overwhelmed). His stomach looked yet larger, but his vest still had plenty of room, even if the laces on the side were let out a bit more.

He also found himself resting his hand on his belt to further hide the increasingly obvious curve of his midsection (at least, it appeared so to him, given all the decades that his form had remained unchanged). It seemed to work, thankfully, but he also made an effort to not be too social; he took lunch with Emma and Henry, at their request, but had to pass on their invite to dine at the loft that night. He cited his desire to avoid the extra burden on Snow—who it was implied could go into labor at any moment, though he had (good) reason to believe they had a bit more time, assuming Zelena’s implication that she had control over Snow’s pregnancy was true—but in reality, he knew his ravenous appetite would be nigh impossible to hide in such close quarters. (Granny was far less discerning, especially with with her approving comments about “putting some meat on his bones.”)

“We’ll miss you,” Henry told him as he and Emma left the diner that afternoon; Killian wasn’t sure if what he felt at that was his heart skipping a beat, or yet another kick from the little one, which were happening with increasing frequency and strength.

He tried his damnedest to swallow his emotions and looked up at Emma, who was giving him a similar gentle look. “I, uh, I’ll miss you too—lad,” he added quickly. “Until next time.”

He was glad he’d left things vague when he yet again felt immediate relief at unclasping his vest once back in his room. The odds of it fitting even later that day were slim to none, which would no doubt draw Emma’s attention. No, he’d do best to avoid her the next several days, until this whole thing was done.

That was something else he’d noticed—his conscious effort to put distance between him and this child, even if it obviously was more emotional than physical. His paternal side would find it far too easy to start considering names for the wee one, to caress his growing stomach and maybe even serenade the baby, to start preparing for the future. He wasn’t even sure the babe was his—but that had never stopped him before.

Until he knew how to keep them safe from Zelena’s clutches, though, he didn’t dare; that might only lead to heartbreak, and he’d known enough of that for a few lifetimes.

He did ask Emma, during a moment when Henry stepped away to the restroom, if any progress had been made regarding the witch problem, given that his attempt at research was fruitless.

“Nothing yet,” she sighed. “Unless we can somehow steal the items back before my mom goes into labor, our only hope is my magic.” Her eyes briefly darted to his lips; he leaned away from her.

“I’d say both are good plans,” he assured her. “Especially the second one.”

She rolled her eyes, but blushed. “I think you’re the only person confident in that.”

“Well, take some of mine, then. Remember: I have yet to see you fail,” he reminded her, and placed his hand over hers on the diner table.

The look she gave him was heavy; she still wasn’t used to people having that kind of faith in her, he knew. But if this was his only way of thwarting the witch—of keeping two infants safe—he’d give her as much support as he could.

The moment was simultaneously interrupted by Henry’s return, and a strong kick from his passenger—as if to remind him that at some point here (sooner than he’d care to admit), he’d have to go into hiding. He’d have to figure out a way to offer his support from afar.

But until there was a definite plan, he was going to keep things as impersonal as possible, merely trying to make sure he complied with Zelena’s rules and did whatever he needed to remain something resembling comfortable. The babe seemed to be growing just fine; his stomach was maybe a touch smaller than average, but that could be attributed to him also being taller than the typical expectant parent, as well as a life at sea demanding denser core muscles.

Hopefully, that remained the trend; he’d read the section about what happened after birth in more detail and…it wasn’t pretty. And he was still a rather vain man, with a woman to woo, if she’d still have him.

(He hadn’t given much thought as to how he might explain this to Emma after the fact, if at all; he hoped the simple fact that Zelena was no longer going after the Charmings would be enough that they wouldn’t even need to have the conversation. However, he wasn’t naive enough to count on it.)

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When he woke the next morning, his hand was instinctively resting atop the bare curve of his belly. (That didn’t bode well for his plans of detachment.)

He also found it difficult to sit up in his normal manner; after much rolling around and repositioning, he finally managed to get upright—only to see that his stomach had popped out a fair bit overnight. It most definitely resembled a bump now; after using the lavatory, he traced the curve of it in the mirror, equal parts astounded and horrified. He was also surprised at how firm it was—it wasn’t just softness; there was definitely something there. (Something that was repeatedly kicking at his liver, it felt like.)

His tunic was plenty roomy, but the vest would no longer clasp over his gravid form, no matter how much he let out the laces. He huffed as he cast it aside; he knew it was inevitable, but it was depressing all the same. At least his pants still fit, but barely—and likely not for much longer.

If no one looked closely, and he didn’t tuck in his shirt, it wasn’t all that noticeable. But there would be no hiding it from those even reasonably close to him. Now he understood why the upper-class women referred to this time as “confinement”—because in order to keep this hidden, he’d have to stay in his room.

Not for the first time, he wished he had his ship; it would have been far easier to hide out there, away from prying eyes. Or if only there were another inn in town, but it would likely draw more attention if he were to relocate.

While he still had a semblance of normalcy to his appearance, he decided he should seek out provisions to get him through the next several days. By his math, he’d only just crossed the halfway mark in the time frame Zelena gave him, but was more than halfway through the pregnancy—so it was likely slowing down in speed, meaning he’d be spending the bulk of it during the most uncomfortable parts. Not only would he need food, he’d need other supplies as well.

He’d jotted down a list and slipped it into the pocket of his greatcoat, next to the fair amount of gold he’d stashed before leaving the Jolly Roger. His jacket hung loose enough that it hid his belly, but only just.

Cautiously, he poked his head out in the hall before heading out; even if he was reasonably covered up, the more inconspicuous he could be, the better. The coast was clear, so he slipped out and locked up—but then he heard a similar sound from behind him.

“Oh, hey—I was just about to come over,” Emma said from across the way. “I’ve got a magic lesson this afternoon, but do you want to get lunch before it?”

He was still facing the door. Given the state of things, Emma was the last person he’d wanted to run into. Traitorously, the baby chose then to give him a sharp thump in the stomach, as if telling him to get a move on.

So he did his best to suck in a breath—to minimize his bump’s profile—before turning around. He plastered on his best flirtatious look and avoided the urge to place his hand on his belt. “Is that your way of asking me out on a date?” he teased, hoping the obvious come-on would prevent her from suspecting anything was awry.

As predicted, she rolled her eyes. “If I was asking you on a date, it wouldn’t be to Granny’s,” she countered.

“Duly noted,” he quipped back (and saved for future reference). “But unfortunately, I have to decline the invitation; I’m afraid I have some errands to run that I’ve been putting off too long.”

“Oh.” Her face fell, and he tried to make sure his heart didn’t follow it. “Well, I could go with you, if you wanted.”

He did—so much. But then how would he explain the copious amounts of food he was about to buy? “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t know how long it will take—and I know that Her Majesty can’t be kept waiting.”

Emma huffed, but he saw acceptance across her face. “Yeah, you’re right. But I’m absolutely not seeing her on an empty stomach.”

“Nor should you,” he agreed, smiling—though hopefully it didn’t look too pained, because his attempts at holding in his belly were beginning to strain. As such, he started to turn away to leave, but she wasn’t done.

“Hey, where’s your vest? Is that one of your errands?”

Dammit; should have known she’d notice. But her gaze seemed to be focused on his chest and not any lower; normally, he’d comment on her leering but he was just relieved. “Aye; damaged it with my hook last night, and the laces need repair.” (That part was true—some of them had gotten a bit stretched.)

“Darn; I thought maybe you were actually going to join the modern world and get some new clothes,” she teased.

“Not yet,” he countered, but it wasn’t a bad idea—not a total wardrobe change, but perhaps something a bit…roomier, or more forgiving. “I should get to it, though.”

Emma blinked and looked back up at him, having seemingly been lost in a daydream. (Perhaps buying modern clothes did need to be added to his docket at some point; just not today.) “Yeah, and I need to get moving. Have fun.”

“Thanks, and good luck,” he farewelled; Emma headed the opposite way down the hall with a casual wave.

He waited until she was out of sight and then relaxed with a sigh; he could feel his belly press against the laces of his trousers as soon as he did, and indulged in a brief massage of his lower abdominal muscles. At least the ruse had worked—but he was definitely seeking out pants with an elastic waist.

The supermarket was aptly named; it was indeed massive and overwhelming. But it had everything—fresh vegetables and meat, bulk rations, even perishables and fresh-baked goods. It was astounding. He was easily able to gather enough provisions (healthy ones at that) for the next several days. He also grabbed some items at random that simply sounded appealing—mostly sweets, but he’d learned that cravings were a customary part of the process and this little one certainly had a sweet tooth.

(Thankfully, he also found the section with flexible clothing with ease. He purchased a couple pairs of what were labeled “sweatpants” and a few long-sleeved tops in varying sizes and colors; he just hoped he’d selected ones big enough.)

Odds were he overpaid for the lot of goods, given that the lad working the checkout didn’t know the gold conversion rate offhand, but he didn’t rightly care if it also bought the boy’s discretion. Thankfully, he also had his enchanted tote bag with him—the one with the hidden expansion charm he’d picked up…gods, he couldn’t even remember where anymore, it’d been so long—so he wasn’t spotted carrying half a dozen overladen sacks into Granny’s.

He spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking his newfound treasures, grateful to finally have a use for the seemingly magical ice box in his room. He stashed the nonperishables on his small table, and his new clothing in a dresser drawer.

One last thing remained, and admittedly, he hadn’t paid for it: a tiny outfit intended for a baby, covered with illustrations of sailboats. He’d slipped it into a pocket before paying for everything else, not wanting to draw the raised eyebrows such a purchase would attract, even if he could have passed it off as being for the Charming’s infant.

He held it up with just his thumb and forefinger; the label on it suggested it was sized for a newborn, but it still seemed impossibly small. At least, until he laid it atop the steadily increasing curve of his belly; then he wondered if it would even be large enough (though the books told him the babe was only yet the size of an aubergine, which he had stared at in the produce section for an extended period of time).

Bloody hell, what was he doing? He couldn’t get attached; if he failed to help Emma and the others defeat Zelena, it would spell doom for this child. And given that he was increasingly running out of ideas, it seemed imminent. He’d already suffered two terrible heartbreaks in his life; he wasn’t sure he could survive another (which would undoubtedly be harsher).

He yanked open an empty drawer and threw the onesie inside, then shoved it shut. Best not to continue that train of thought; only if they actually managed to defeat the witch.

Sighing, he plopped down in the dining chair and tore (literally) into a package of something called Oreos. They were delicious, but did nothing to assuage his fears or guilt. For the umpteenth time, his hand instinctively drifted to his stomach, as if his touch alone could protect the babe.

Hopefully that, and his trust in the heroes, would be enough.

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Killian awoke the next day to something touching him. In his sleep-addled mind, he lashed out towards whatever it was, fully intending to let it (or them) get acquainted with the sharp end of his hook.

However, he’d taken his prosthesis off last night, lest he do anything to injure his ever-expanding midsection, so all he did was hit it away with his brace. An annoyed yelp followed his impact.

“Bloody hell, I was just checking on the baby,” Zelena scolded. He blinked a few times, urging the sleep away from his eyes, to see the witch standing over him, scowling.

“What the hell do you want?” he demanded as he tried (and failed) to sit up, eventually settling for propping himself on his elbows.

“I’m simply making sure that my investment is paying off. I’ve kept up my part of the deal—those sickly-sweet Charmings are just fine. But I’ve got to make sure everything is going well here, too; pregnancy is tricky business, you know.” She turned her gaze to his exposed belly; despite the shirt he’d worn to bed, it had ridden up overnight. “Oh, is that a stretch mark I see?” she declared, leaning back towards him.

He yanked the hem of his shirt down, both to cut off her view and at the wound to his vanity.

“You’re no fun,” she pouted. “I thought most expectant parents were basking in the glow of creating life, or whatever?”

“When it’s something they’ve wanted, aye; not when it’s been forced on them,” he spat. He hadn’t truly understood the concept of glowing until his time spent with Snow lately; however, he felt more washed out than anything incandescent.

But speaking of glowing—as she stood upright and folded her arms, light from the window glinted off the jewel at her neck. He remembered what the Charmings had been told about it being the source of her power, and without any further thought (moving faster than he thought he could), he lunged for the pendant, hoping that it might be just that simple to defeat her.

No sooner had his fingers brushed the surface of the gem than he was thrown back forcefully against the headboard; he groaned in pain. Bollocks.

“Ah-ah-ah,” she chastised. “Did you really think it’d be that easy? Especially when you’ve been touched not once, but twice by my own magic?”

“Had to try,” he panted out as he tried to catch his breath. His hand flew to his stomach as its inhabitant also protested the blow.

“You really ought to be more careful; a fall like that isn’t good for the little one,” she warned.

“Why do I give a shit what happens to your demon offspring?” he countered.

She scoffed. “Oh, it’s not mine. The spell would never work with my own blood. But,” she started, coming closer and leaning over him again. “It is yours.”

“What?” he gasped. He’d certainly wondered, but hadn’t expected that it was actually his child. How could she expect him to hand over his own flesh and blood? What he did to Bae all those years ago still haunted him; this would be even worse.

“Indeed. All the more reason for you to be careful, hm?” The way she caressed his bump again felt more like a threat than any sort of endearment. “If this child doesn’t survive, our deal is off. And maybe you should read the part of that book over there on just what that will do to you.”

(He swallowed, because he already had, of course; he couldn’t imagine anything more traumatic than carrying a child that didn’t survive—especially now knowing this one was truly his.)

“Then who’s the mum?” he asked, trying to distract himself. He needed to know that, too, especially if it wasn’t Zelena. “Is there one?” (Biologically, he knew there should be…but, biologically, she would be the one with child.)

“There is. Magic can’t circumvent that,” she confirmed as she set herself to rights. “But as for who…I’ll tell you when it’s all said and done.”

“You’re a bastard,” he growled.

“Something me and that baby will have in common,” she laughed.

She abruptly moved away and turned around, so he closed his eyes and took another deep breath to recover, at least physically, while she was distracted. He hadn’t realized how much the babe was pressing on his lungs until now.

“Oh, isn’t this sweet?” Zelena cooed. He opened his eyes to see her holding up the onesie. “Not my color scheme, but it certainly suits your aesthetic. Too bad they won’t get to wear it.”

Angrily, he stood from his bed to rush at her—he didn’t know why, exactly, just that he was suddenly filled with rage—but it was for nought, as she merely threw the garment at him before disappearing in her signature green smoke.

He caught it against his chest and sighed. He’d failed, hadn’t he? There was no way he could do anything to keep this child from Zelena’s clutches now, unless Emma managed to defeat her in the next few days. He sniffled, suddenly overcome by emotion—because wasn’t this so typical for him? To lose the things he loved?

(Because, much as he had tried not to, he did love the babe—even before he knew it was his; that was just his nature. But as with all things he loved, it was going to be taken from him—and their mum likely had no clue. Shit.)

His gaze was still on the outfit, vision blurring with tears, when a knock rapped at his door. He froze, hoping whoever it was would go away, but it sounded again. “Hook? Are you there?”

Of course it was Emma. Despite everything, he couldn’t say no to her. “Coming,” he called out, and quickly tossed the onesie aside, wiped his eyes, and strode to the door.

But then he glanced down; there was no hiding his belly, especially while wearing just the shirt and sweatpants he’d changed into (which, while exceedingly comfortable, did nothing to disguise the curve of his waistline). So he awkwardly angled himself, and opened the door just enough to peek his upper body around.

“Morning, Swan,” he greeted, though it was nowhere near as smooth as he usually was. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her brow furrowed as she looked him over, then tried to look past him into his room. “I thought I heard something weird; is everything okay?”

“Right as rain,” he lied. “I did have a run-in with my bed frame, though,” he said, hoping she would believe him if he at least partially told the truth.

“What, stub your toe?” she teased.

“Aye, something like that,” he agreed.

She briefly narrowed her gaze, but seemed to accept his answer. “Well, do you want to get breakfast? Henry was asking if you wanted to spar again, too; I think he’s gunning to be your first mate.”

He had to smile at that, but it didn’t hold. “Ah, I’m dealing with a fair bit of fatigue at the moment; can I take a rain bill?”

Emma tilted her head. “You mean a rain check?”

“That, yes.”

“I suppose, but that’s only going to mean he’ll want more later.”

“I endeavor to make it up to him in full.”

She grinned, but hers too didn’t last. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I just haven’t been sleeping well,” he told her—which was true, given that the babe was treating his internal organs as playthings.

“Alright, well, rest up; you’ve been missed around here.” There was a steadiness in her gaze that suggested she was speaking personally rather than generally.

“I’ll try,” he said, though his voice was almost a whisper.

“See you,” she farewelled; he repeated it and shut the door, perhaps a bit too forcefully.

The next few days were going to be interminable, weren’t they?

The lone blessing was that Belle had lent him a few books from the library, so he had the means of entertainment, and obviously had bought more than enough food. (Those Pop-Tart pastries that Emma seemed to favor were indeed delicious.)

He felt like an arse when he had to feign sleep during Emma’s next attempt to drag him from his room, around dinner time. The woman was bloody stubborn. But, as he was being reminded by the insistent little foot digging into his ribs, there was truly nothing to be done until they were out. He’d extend his apologies then—once they’d defeated the witch.

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thanks for reading! tagging a few: @wyntereyez @jennjenn615 @superadam54 @ashley-knightingale @justsomewhump @teamhook @mathiaskejseren @88infinity88

#cs ff #killian mpreg #killian jones ff #expecting a secret #my ff

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honeyjars-sims · 10 months

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Johnny's Journal Entry #1

This is something new I'm trying out. It's meant to give extra insight into what's going on in Johnny's head but isn't an actual story post. I will post these whenever I want to give more context.

For a full-page view of this journal entry, see it on blogspot (I will posting all of the entries here as well).

Transcript:

[Photo of a journal cover, labeled "This Journal Belongs to Johnny." It has various stickers and reads "if you read this I will CRY loudly" and "I'm serious, if you read this I will be very upset and it will be very uncomfortable for everyone."]

When I first moved in with my dads it was harder than I thought it would be. I wanted to get out of my mom's house so bad but it was still the only home I’d ever known.

I didn't know how to handle it, so I was either having emotional outbursts or avoiding everyone. Even Chantal.

[Stylized picture of Johnny meant to represent a drawing] Caption: artist interpretation of a sad boi in his natural habitat

My dads didn't really know what to do with me. I was basically begging for help but when they tried I just pushed them away. I didn’t know if I could trust them yet.

Chantal was a little different. She was able to fit in with the rest of the fam but that’s because she buried all of her feelings.

[A torn piece of paper reading "Happy birthday, baby! Love ya, Mom"] Caption: the last bday card I got from my mom. From when I turned twelve

Cece had to adjust too. Imagine all of a sudden having two new siblings.

She REALLY didn’t like me at first. She didn’t know about everything that happened to me, just that I was loud and emotional and Chantal wasn’t. She didn’t know Chantal was hurting too.

[Polaroid photo of Chantal and Cece as teenagers smiling, captioned "the unproblematic children"]

Of course, we all went to therapy. It took me and Chantal a long time to open up, but Dad and Pops learned how to help us feel safe and Cece was able to understand us better.

Things aren’t perfect and probably never will be, but it’s nice having people in my life I can trust.

[Polaroid photo of David, Solomon, Cece, Chantal, and Johnny all smiling, captioned "a mostly happy family"]

#Johnny is the main character btw #i cannot hide it any longer #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 story #sims 4 #simblr #sh:johnnysjournal #sh:johnny #sh:chantal #sh:cece #sh:david #sh:solomon #cwmarijuana #marijuanacw

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shewhoeatssand · 11 months

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Reading TG - Chapter 1

great book! love the uhhh the uh the the 🙍🏻☁️

“PLEASE!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! 😖😖” “no 😈” thrilling way to introduce Rize (my queen, leader of our nation)

I LVOE HOW THE FIRST SIGHTING OF KANEKI (the protagonist of the WHOLE SERIES) HAS NONE OF HIS FEATURES DRAWN IN LIKE A BACKGROUND CHARACTER 😭

AWWWWW ITS MY BABY 😭😍🥰🥰💕 THE SCROMBLO 🥰🥰🥰💖🔥🌸🙏🙏🙏🙏

is he wearing a leather jacket here?? wow, snazzy, I thought he was too poor for that, so cool

“disguised as humans, huh..” *pictures 5 ghouls* THSI IS SO NOSTALGIC OMG THROWBACK WEDNESDAY FR

I like how Kaneki immediately says Hide would be dead if Kaneki was a ghoul, implying he’d eat him first

THEY THINK TOUKA IS CUTE!!

HIDE WTF THATS SO WEIRD, DON’T JUST GRAB WOMEN???

where is Rize’s bra

Kaneki immediately crawling in on himself upon seeing Rize 💕 he’s so embarrassed!!!!!!!!!!!!

I didn’t know Rize had a beauty spot under her left eye

awww he blushin

WDYM KANEKI IS BEING CREEPY, HIDE YOU JUST GRABBED AN INNOCENT GIRL AND GOT IN HER FACE TO ASK IF SHE HAD A BOYFRIEND???????

good luck, delusion boy!! (my sweet mimipoo meowmeow 🥰🥰)

“I’ll keep reading then” *doesn’t read*

ngl Takatsuki Sen’s 7th Work sounds like the most interesting shit ever and I would pay up to $400 for a chance to read it

I CANNOT BELIEVE KANEKI IS READING VIOLENT HORROR!!!! SO BABYGIRL HE’S SUCH A MEOWMEOW I AM EATING HIM RIGHT NOW MMMMFHGJGFHJFFJ PUDDING BOY 😋🍽️

AND HE’S SO EXCITED ABOUT IT TOO!!!!!!!!!! Y-Y-Y-YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE TAKATSUKI SEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he’s having the time of his life blabbering to this girl while Touka’s just side eyeing them ;v;

AWWWW ITS GONNA BE HIS FIRST DATE!!!!! HE’S SO EXCITED!!!!!!! HE GOT A GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!

my boy is shaking omg also who just says “my heart has been deeply touched!” in this day and age, nobody talks like this, he’s so unique

OMG HE HAS A WINDOW IN HIS BEDROOM AND A LIL TABLE AND A DESK WITH A COMPUTER (STAYING UP TO DATE WITH THE TIMES, PROBABLY BEING EXTREMELY ONLINE IN THE BOOK FORUMS, PROBABLY ON REDDIT) AND SO MANY BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! how does he afford all these shelves and such a big room I thought he was poor

KANEKI IN HIS BED IS SO CUTE BUT WHY ISNT HIS BED PUSHED FULLY AGAINST THE WALL!?!??? THERES SUCH A HUGE GAP WTF, PSYCHOPATH

oh my lord he has a TV in there AND a calendar. Do the dorms just come with this stuff these things are supposed to be like $30 and $120 each how does he afford it he’s unemployed

AWWWWW MY BABY IS EATING PASTA 🥰🥺🥺🥺 HE’S MY LITTLE ITALIAN BOY??

I like how Rize says Takatsuki is a He, but when Kaneki was talking about her later on he says she’s a very beautiful woman with a lot of people who follow her for her looks, so it’d probably be common knowledge that Takatsuki is a woman. Yet Rize didn’t know that. Did she really like Takatsuki that much at the time or did she just read books that would draw Kaneki closer to her?

KANEKI YOU FUCKING IDIOT DON’T STARE AT WOMEN’S BREASTS WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT!!!!! I HATE HIM

why is he also wearing the exact same outfit as the day before. stinky

“girls…” yeah ikr Neki they r so weird one time this girl broke my hat in grade 3 bc I didn’t want to go to her bday party like wtf is up with that i hate women so cringe fr with their diets and hat crimes

AWWWW THEY’RE WALKING HOME 🥰🥰 AND THEY’RE DISCUSSING BLOOD TYPES SO SWEET

The Reappearance of Touka Chan

Kaneki has been blushing for this entire date how does he not get tired

does Rize touch her mouth when she’s lying

this is supposed to be volume 1 but I’m taking a million years to read it so maybe I’ll just do every 5th chapter + whatever ones I like most

RIZE IS SO CUTE AND PRETTY AND AMAZING I LOVE WOMEN AND GIRLS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SHES STANDING 😍😍😍

“and then everyone started shooting fireworks at Hide” they wha

OUGHHHHH RIZE’S SO CUTEE

oh boy it’s about to happen

SHE’S GONNA TOKYO HIS FUCKIGN GHOUL!!

why does he have to make such an ugly face when Rize hugs him

OMG IT HAPPENED

YEAH HE’S DELICIOUS AF 🤤🤤 YUMMY YUMMY BOY

he looks so scared ☹️

SERIOUSLY THIS BLACK GOAT’S EGG BULLSHIT SOUNDS SO INTERESTING THEY NEED TO RELEASE IT IRL

why does she have to bully him so much lmao

OMG SPIDER GIRL

got you ♥︎

honestly wish she’d scratch around my stomach for me,,,,

DID HE JUST ATTACK HER WITH A PEN 😭😭 KANEKI NOOOOO

I love the way the blood splatter is drawn here as my son gets brutally stabbed, it’s kinda cool they look like little beads flying through the night like in Soup Opera

“I love humans with body types like yours, Kaneki-san” omg so do I, wow, me and Rize have so much in common 🥰🥰 maybe we should umm,,, 🥺👉👈 well, maybe not…. unless????

NOOOOOOOOO MY GIRLFRIEND GOT SQUASHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AUGHHHHHHHHH

KANEKIIIIIIIIIIIII IN THE HOSPITAL!

why are her boobs so large that must hurt her back a lot

THE OPERATION WAS A SUCCESS!!!!! MY BABY LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (he’s gonna wish he didn’t)

“given neither talent, not glory” damn why must you say this about him 😭😭 he’s so talented and glorious with his boob staring and Frag shirt and computer and Takatsuki’s 7th Work and scrawnyness and awww bapy 🥰

GOOD MORNING GHOULIEBOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WELCOME TO HELL

#MY SON HAS UNDERGONE SEVERAL CHANGES IN THE PAST FEW DAYS #ALSO WHY DIDNT YALL TELL ME RIZE WAS SO 🥰🥰🥰 IN THE FIRST CHAPTER OMG #THEY ARE MAKING ME FEEL BISEXUAL??#anyway will live-blog chapter 5 when I get to it 👍#tokyo ghoul

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floydraw · 4 months

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Introducing my ocs

(NOT TWISTED OCS)

Yue——

—He/him

—Vampire!

—Bday:29/9

—2560y.o (25 in human age)

—Likes: Piano, violin

—Right handed

He is son of a couple of musicians but he can't speak the most part of the time, but his parents love him and sometimes he play instruments with them

His hairstyles!

He's family~

(They're so sillies and a happy family)

Her mother names is LiHua and his father's Shura!

(Shura loves oranges🍊 )

—All vampires have birth marks, in different parts of their body's

LiHua!

—47900 y.o (47 in human age)

—Main instruments: Voice, double bass

—She had a birth mark on her chest and a mark on her face, neck, and right ear

—She loves fashion

She REALLY loves Yue and loves brush his hair (his hair is really long to the floor) She loves his husband music and food

Baby LiHua!

She and baby Yue!

Family🥹

Shura!

(Yeah- I didn't finish him)

—49032y.o (49 in human age)

—"Russian" (not really but his birth place is similar)

He loves his wife and his son a lot. He met Lihua in an awards!

—He loves oranges

—Main instruments: voice, violin

—He loves dances with LiHua

I think that sometimes my family draws are:

(I LOVE SHURA BUT ITS REALLY HARD DRAW HIM 4 ME🥹)

#oc art #my ocs #vampire #tumblr draw #drawing #my draws #ocs

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hermanunworthy · 1 year

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!DNDADS S2 EP34 SPOILERS!

here are my thoughts on the new episode!!! this time im actually writing them out in real time. ive been so so excited for this one

- no normal fact damn. thats okay though will i support

- oh god are they doing this w their comedy personas.

- IM SO NERVOUS FOR THIS STRANGER I CAN ONLY IMAGINE HOW SHES FEELING ABOUT THIS LMAO

- i love how tori didnt even get an introduction to scam it was just like oh yeah theres a guy here named scam likely

- LINK JUST SHOWING GARFIELD ON HIS PHONE lincoln li wilson bless ur soul

- somehow the audio quality of link being on a microphone extra loud makes this so funny

- istg the moment hermie has a line im gonna scream and jump up and down

- ANTHONYS IN FUCKING JOKER MAKEUP????

- THE COMPLETE SILENCE AFTER THE PLANES JOKE.

- i literally forgot that disney movies have anime remakes now in dndads i was so confused for a sec WAIT TORI DOESNT KNOW THIS OMFG IMAGINE HER CONFUSION

- WAS NOT EXPECTING THE SUDDEN TAYLOR ANGST HE WAS SCARED ABOUT HIS MOM DYING AS A KID??? ARE U JOKING??

- honestly though i think taylor opening up like this through comedy makes sense

- link is so supportive of taylor awwww

- BETH MAY PREPARING MISOGYNISTIC JOKES WHILE EXPECTING TO PERFORM FOR A MAN HELPP

- NORMAL IS LAST OH GOD

- OH GOD HES TRAUMADUMPING TOO

- i think its so funny and ironic how scary is the only one who doesnt drop lore about her family in her set

- OHHHH MY GOD THE CHAPARRAL ROAST. OH YEAH. I LOVE THE DIRECTION WILLS GOING W THIS (NORMAL DOESNT GET MAD HE GETS EVEN)

- HERMIE SAID A SINGLE WORD I REPEAT HE GOT ONE WORD IN FOLKS

- WILL IS SO GOOD AT THIS. GOD

- HERMIEEEE

- THE WAY MY FACE FUCKING FELL WHEN HE STARTED DIRECTLY ROASTING HERMIE. OH NO

- "im sensitive about that :[" MY LITTLE GUYYYYY NO

- NOOOOO NORMAL WHAT ARE U DOING THIS IS SO MEAANN THIS IS TOO FAR

- HERMIE IS CRYING???? OMFG NO

- NORMAL TOLD HERMIE HE LIKES HIM!!!!!

- will campos is carrying this entire episode

- GOTHCLEATS????

- IM LESS THAN HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE AND I AM ALREADY LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND

- hermies up now i am so fucking scared. this episode is NOT going the direction i thought it would omfg (not complaining at all im just in shock)

- *applauds hermie along w tori* (I CANT BELIEVE ANTHONY IS DOING THIS W JOKER MAKEUP)

- HE JUST HAS DC JOKES.

- thanks for the existential crisis/aging/suicide jokes hermie i really needed that on my bday 😅😅 /s

- IS HERMIE OKAY????? THERE WAS SM TO UNPACK THERE. I CANT DO THIS

- "im saying were all thinking about how i would be better off dead" IM KILLING MYSELFFFF

- nobody hmu ever again /j i am never going to stop thinking about the fact that hermie is canonically suicidal

- TORI SCORED LINCOLN HIGHER THAN TAYLOR LMAO

- HERMIE LOST.

- i had to take a big ol break just to process that shit. fuck. this is somehow making me even more insane hermie brained wtf

- HERMIE IS TELLING THEM TO JUST KILL SCAM???

- THE FACT THAT I JUST DID A DRAWING OF SCAM AND HERMIE WHOLESOME FATHER SON BONDING BEFORE THIS EPISODE. GOD

- "u dont like me, u idiot" 😦

- MY FUCKINGGGFG FACE RN. I. I

- NORMAL IS TALKING ABOUT MARRIAGE WTF

- IM LITERALLYYY GETTINF OAKWORTHY CONFESSION SCENE. ON MY BDAY.

- HERMIE DIDNT DO IT FOR HIS SCHOOL???

- HE. HE. HE DID ALL OF THIS FOR HIS DAD. HES LITERALLY JUST LIKE ME FR.

- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUCK. OAKWORTHY NATION. WE ARENT REALLY WINNING BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT

- THIS IS LIKE WHEN GLENN WAS SAYING THE ONLY THING LEFT FOR HIM IS TO KILL HIS DAD THIS IS SO UPSETTING

- ANTHONY ASKING IF NORMAL ACTUALLY GENUINELY LIKES HERMIE. I CANT DO THIS

- GUYS WE GOT AN ANCHOR BREAKING W LOVE BC OF OAKWORTHY. JUST LIKE WE WANTED

- will campos really holding on strong for us. normal is gonna fix hermie if its the last thing he does ig

- THE BABY AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON WAS STEWIE????

- THERES STILL LIKE ANOTHER HALF HOUR LEFT I FEEL SICK

- NICKYS BACK i wasnt expecting him this episode yippee

- THEYRE IN SPACE. AND HERMIE IS THERE. THIS IS THE PERFECT EPISODE FOR ME

- im being so serious guys when i say i think this may be my fave episode of the whole season so far it is boggling my mind and smashing my heart to pieces and im loving it

- "u can be polygamous in space" there are so many good lines this episode

- I LOVE HOW EXCITED BETH IS ABOUT THE TELEBANGLE

- i also love whenever freddie talks about sciencey mathy stuff that i dont understand

- ARE THEY SERIOUSLY ALL MARRYING EACH OTHER??? IS THIS REALLY WHATS HAPPENING???? HELPP

- SCARY SIGNED AS TERRY. W A HEART. YALL.

- THIS EPISODE IS A FUCKING FEVER DREAM I SWEAR

holy fucking shit. what a rollercoaster. so yeah guys i think that was my fave episode of the season wow. what a bday gift to me. herman unworthy is just like me fr. i am going to take an eternity to recover from this.

#dndads #dndads spoilers #dndads s2 spoilers #siren says

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isabellehemlock · 1 year

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15 Questions & 15 Tags

Thank you @boutiquetraveltravelboutique for tagging me on this one! I was telling @nalyra-dreaming how I had seen her reply to these and I was like, “OHHH I want to do it” and then planned on it doing once I was back full time and then here I was getting tagged for it while I was away - how lucky am I <3

So here we go!

Are you named after anyone? Sort of. Basically, Katharina is a fairly common German name version of Katherine, and my mom does have a Tante Katharina who is turning 90 this year! But I think it was more “I like the name” vs. being named after them. However, both my middle names are for my paternal and maternal grandmothers.

When was the last time you cried? What kind? I definitely have no problem sharing the “my joy overfloweth” kind of crying at any time - literally got an emote of my bday face from like two years ago being all happy crying at digital gifts and well wishes lol - but the sad, or anxiety kind? Nah. I’ll dip before anyone gets to see that. Let’s blame my Scorpio vibes and not the c-ptsd.

Do you have kids? I do! I have (in my belief system) one child in Heaven from a pregnancy loss and two AMAB kiddos I refer to as my rainbow babies. I consider them precious gifts that I hope I never take for granted <3

Do you use sarcasm a lot? In person, I can easily dip into a Vince Vaughn kind of sarcasm lol (you can even get glimpses via VC chats haha), but online?? My brain reads very literally, I’ll blame the ND codedness, so I use tone indicators and sometimes do ask for them - and happy to provide them if asked, too.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Oh! That’s an interesting question - hm, if given the opportunity (say, a large gathering) I tend to observe how they treat others, especially people who cannot do anything for them - are they kind to the staff? To the retail worker? Do they put the cart back? Do they roll their eyes at someone herp derping and having a (harmless) good time? Do they snicker and sneer? Do they speak to people in a kind way?

When meeting someone directly for the first time, I try to observe what their comfort level is when it comes to personal space and eye contact - everyone is different - so still observing, approaching slowly, smiling, just doing what I can to help create a comfortable safe space before introducing myself with name, and pronouns and (though certainly not implying pressure that they have to share theirs), allowing them to know I’m a safe space if they’d like to share :)

You can really tell my human services/mediation training is shining through lol

What's your eye colour? Blue and green with gold colored central heterochromia

Scary movies or happy endings? Both, but if I have to pick one, scary movies!

Any special talents? Tbf some of it this might have more to do with practice vs talent lol, but essentially, all the art things - writing, drawing, singing, some dancing, etc. Because of chronic lung disease the last two are obviously impaired, but at my peak health days of my youth I competed in nationals for show choir and was a lyrical soprano - I can still hit the notes on good breathing days :)

Where were you born? Fulda, Germany

What are your hobbies? Most recently consistent? Fandom works: writing, digital art, doing fandom events. I’ve also enjoyed various crafts (mostly paper media, but some mixed media as well). I’ve gotten compliments on my digital prints via my old etsy store, and made Saint peg dolls, and mini Saint altar shrines - I still make the occasional ones for parishioners as requested. But yeah, most of my hobbies are digital <3

Do you have any pets? Too sensitive to pet dander, ammonia, and all related pet things lol - however my mom and brother have animals upstairs in their apartment (two dogs, and three cats), and my kiddos have two guinea pigs (and I haven’t been able to be in their room for more than five minutes at a time since) lol

What sports do you play/have you played? I was the sick kid in school lol. I did have a couple stable years in my mid teens, so I did show choir which involved dancing and singing show tunes haha

How tall are you? Five feet and five and a HALF inches - the half is very important also Marilyn Monroe was the same height, and as a fellow curvy gal I’m like yesssss

Favourite subject in school? English and History :)

Dream job? Kindergarten teacher, or an art teacher - but especially anything related to children’s services - I went to school for it and am grateful to have had opportunities to work with children in the past <3

1516 people (though no pressure of course) . . .

@energievie @timidkoala @cosima-nova @actualmermaid @thirdspin @wrenaspun @werebearbearbar @yourlazyturtle @you-came-back @sunray-sunray @dominicknight @prouvaireafterdark @angelicmousegirl @nicolos @nicelytousled @ongreenergrasses

#15 questions #thanks Sarah!

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furbing-atrocities · 1 year

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Hi, I'm Leviathan

Im Leviathan, but u can call me Levi, or Lev, or honestly any variation of Leviathan! My pronouns r they/he/it, and I'm a libramasculine, ambiamorous, omnioriented demisexual grayromantic.

Tags: #tech stuff and #f: [furby name]

I drew the header, and I will *try* to update it every time I get a new furb! [<- very very behind]

My main blog is @ace-up-your-sleeve , my plushie blog is @beanie-buddy-boy , my alterhumanity blog is @fish-forcibly-removed-from-water, and my regression blog is @dreamy-puppy-xo

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Loup

he/they

non-working

gay (mlm) trans demiboy!

scene

an absolute angel

hyper from all of the monster he drinks

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Ziggontorath (aka Ziggy)

he/they/xe/weird/eye

working w/ a voice glitch

xenogender user!!!

masc agender, dreameyegender, eyeclusterin, weirdcorian, and kidcorestalgic!

aroace and in a qpr w Fax Machine

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Sistine Chapel

she/her

fully working

soft girl lesbian

likes art and sapphic poetry

shy and blush-y

once you get to know her tho, she is very goofy!!

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Casimir

he/him

working but mute

loves flowers smmmm

loups bf

yes he gives loup flowers

bi af

uses <3 too much

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TUP

Tremendous Unanimous Pickles

any pronouns

working + has a voice glitch!!!

once screamed bc i took her batteries out

even ppl who hate furbies think hes adorable

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Kioko

she/her

works but gears r rlly loud (thanks Jetta 🙄)

very curious about everything

likes coloring and eating bugs

Tup is like an older brother

Ziggy and Piccolo are her dads <3

Flanagan Shithead

he/him

kinda looks like balls with a face and pubes

feral as fuck + will bite you

Cyborg Piccolo Fax Machine

he/him

untested and missing his batter cover :(

transmasc and in a qpr with Ziggy <3

physically disabled + had a prosthetic leg

dancing queen young and sweet only 17

major dad energy. need to get this man a hawaiian shirt stat

Nyx

she/her

fully working and goofy as all hell

soon to be customized <3

rlly bubbly and energetic

Allergic Reaction aka "Reo"

he/him

fully functioning

so pissy

like he is just so angry for no reason!!!!

Cheesecake

she/they

nonfunctional

butch lesbian

punk asf

doing your mom dating Sistine Chapel <3

raspberry swirl custom (based on the prototype)

Cough Syrup

he/she/they

unironically one of my favs tbh

her singing makes me rlly happy

i rlly like playing with their hair

he rocks french braids

Raul

he/they

shy lil fella

my gf got him for me for my bday <3

he has my fav voice of all my '98s

someone said that he and cough syrup kiss a lil sometimes in the comments of their intro post???

to me thats like saying 2 newborn babies are "dating" bc they r next to each other

Gilbert

he/him

gay and the colors of the mlm flag <3

literally just a little guy

gifted to me by someone in my server 🫶

Bubblegum

she/her

a 9/11 baby

a custom for my gf <3

Chevel Philodendron Silly Goose

he/she/they/it

"Choose Goose*

omnigay boygirl silly swag <333

had the biggest glow up ever

Pancake Robomachine

they/it

nonbinary silly :3

first complete reskinning ive done :3

named by my little cousin

Angel Dust/Anthony

he/him

gay

makes 7 sex jokes a minute

based on the Hazbin Hotel character

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Expecting a Secret [3/3]

Summary: After the events of 3x19, Killian is at his lowest after being rejected by Emma. When Snow’s labor turns out to be a false alarm, Zelena offers Killian a deal: she’ll leave the Charmings alone…if he gives her the baby she needs for her spell instead. There’s just one hitch: he has to keep it a secret. At least it will only take 10 days, right? a/n: Here’s the final part of my bday fic for @sancocnutclub !!! This is the full fic from the manip I posted last week. Hope you've enjoyed this little adventure! rated T | AO3 | 4.7k | part 1 | part 2

The next day was much of the same. Based on the book and his math, Killian was roughly around 32 weeks along—but found it hard to believe there was still time to go, based on his size. The new clothes he’d bought fit fine; it was just—so big, it seemed. His center of gravity had greatly changed and he felt terribly cumbersome. He didn’t think he was waddling yet, but he wasn’t moving with as much ease as he had just a few days ago.

He was just so keenly aware of all the changes going on within (and without, as he was reminded every time he passed a mirror—which was often) that he was losing in the effort to keep abreast of goings-on in the rest of town. Perhaps that was for the best; perhaps if he pretended he wasn’t here, others would forget as well and he could get through this without attracting any unnecessary attention.

He didn’t even draw the curtains to look outside, lest he risk anyone seeing him. But he didn’t need to open them to tell that it was a gloomy, overcast day; much the same as his mood. He was sore all over; it was impossible to get comfortable; the babe would not stop moving; and even the book he was trying to read couldn’t hold his attention (perhaps the title should have been Withering Heights instead).

Well, he was no stranger to brooding, so he gave himself over to that for the bulk of the day. By evening, he was in a terribly rotten mood that not even Oreos could soothe. He was looking forward to simply taking a bath—and hopefully getting some sleep—when there was a knock at the door. He sighed; he supposed that was inevitable—likely Granny ready to tell him off for all his pacing.

He cracked the door open enough to peek around and bit out a “What?” at his visitor.

“Jeez, I was just trying to invite you to dinner, not get my head taken off,” Emma rebuffed. “I thought this was Hook’s room; not Grumpy’s.”

“Ha,” he replied, unamused. “I’m afraid I’m still not quite fit for company.”

She crossed her arms and glared at him. “Okay, something’s up. You don’t usually avoid us like this.”

“Is a man not permitted his solitude at times?”

“Not when he’s being fucking weird. What aren’t you telling me?”

He nearly spat out the truth, but managed to close his mouth before he slipped. “Why does it matter?” he retorted. “I thought you couldn’t trust me.”

His heart nearly broke at the way her face fell at that; it was a low blow, but half his frustration came from trying to keep his distance. He hated keeping this from her, especially when there was a significant chance it was going to cause more trouble for her later. But he couldn’t risk more harm to her or her family.

“I told you—” she started, in a small voice, but he cut her off.

“Aye, well, I don’t quite believe it yet,” he said. “Don’t worry about me; just focus on the witch. Good night.” He punctuated the statement by firmly closing the door.

He waited for the sound of her footsteps to move away—and really hoped that wasn’t a sniffle he heard through the walls—before he himself stepped back from the door—and brushed away his own tears.

Then he shuffled off to the lavatory and began to draw a bath, though he knew it wouldn’t make him feel any better for being an utter arse to the woman he loved. But, hopefully, it would keep her at bay until he got through this.

He hissed as the babe then sharply connected with his ribs, seeming to chastise him just as much as he was already doing to himself. “I know,” he muttered. “I’m a bloody bastard.”

Two more days. He could do it—right?

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A sudden jolt of pain woke Killian the next morning. He was ready to strike out at Zelena again, but when his eyes flew open, no one was there. And yet, the ache persisted.

His entire midsection, globe that it was, felt like the muscles were clenched—but he didn’t know how to relax them. He took a few deep breaths, which eventually worked, but his stomach still felt sore (or, at least, more sore than it already felt with its fairly rapid expansion). What the bloody hell was that?

The pregnancy book was sitting on the bedside table; he immediately reached for it to skim through. (He hoped Belle wouldn’t mind how dog-eared and beat up it was becoming.) He was at, what, 35 weeks now?

Ah, right—practice contractions. Lest he forget, birth still lay ahead of him. He massaged his rounded belly, saying a silent prayer that the babe within didn’t grow much more; he wasn’t sure entirely how the little one was to emerge, given that he didn’t have the traditional parts for it, but perhaps it would be easier on him if they remained on the small size.

The day continued on much like the previous had, although the practice contractions kept catching him by surprise; he yelped more than a few times at them.

After one, he did hear footsteps rush to, and then pause outside his door. He knew the sound of Emma’s gait by this point, and waited to see if she did anything, but the floorboards creaked as she inevitably walked away.

Rather than frustrated, he was simply mad at himself for how he handled that interaction with her last night—but it had at least worked, so that was one less thing for him to worry about over the next day or so.

The next novel from Belle was much more enjoyable, even if he dozed off in the middle of reading. It felt like he was constantly on the edge of sleep, but the pregnancy manual had implied as much when he was as far into the third trimester as he was.

He was once more on the cusp of a nap when a persistent rapping sounding at the door—much different, and more forceful, than Emma’s usual (surprisingly polite) taps. Hopefully, whoever it was didn’t hear the groan as he shifted to standing; his belly was starting to drift southward as the little one moved closer to resting on his pelvis, and he could tell by the way they were wriggling that they were starting to run out of room.

Which meant it was getting harder to keep his bump from view of the door; he had to prop his left forearm on the edge of the frame to support himself this time. “Dave,” he greeted, surprised, when he cracked it open. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

David, however, seemed less than thrilled to see him. He crossed his arms and leveled a rather fatherly stare at him. “To figuring out what the hell is up with you.”

“I’ve just been feeling under the weather,” he said, thankful that Emma hadn’t inherited her lie-detecting abilities from her father, even it was somewhat true.

“And that’s reason to be a jerk to Emma? Especially when, for the last few weeks, you couldn’t seem to stay away from her?”

“No, it’s not,” he conceded. “I…intend to apologize once I’m feeling better; hopefully in a few days.”

David’s expression didn’t change. “You know, her last couple of magic lessons haven’t gone well.”

That made his heart sink in a different way, and he swore the babe was kicking nervously. “No?”

“No. She hasn’t been able to do much of anything with it. I think we all know what that means.”

Killian swallowed; any chance of defeating the witch—of keeping this child, and the Charming’s, safe—depended on her magic, as much as he hated to put it all on Emma’s shoulders alone.

“Is…is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, knowing full well he’d be useless for a bit more.

“You can pull your head out of your ass!” David hissed.

“Beg your pardon?”

The prince huffed and stared at the floor. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, and she’d probably kill me for it, but the reason she’s been having trouble is you.” He looked back up. “You’re good for her, much as I hate to admit it, and whatever the hell this is you’re doing? She’s worried. So…figure it out.”

Before Killian could come up with any sort of reply—not that he had one ready—another practice contraction hit, and he curled in on himself a bit as he winced.

“Shit—are you okay?” David asked, trying to look around the door.

“‘M fine,” Killian waved off. “Or I will be. Just a—stomach thing.” (A rather large stomach thing that was also pressing on his bladder—again.) “Besides—it’s not like she plans on staying anyways,” he finally threw back.

“Maybe she needs a reason to,” David countered. “Take care of yourself.”

He turned around and left, but Killian remained slightly stunned. Eventually, he did have to shut the door and head to the toilet, but David’s words lingered in his head. “ You’re good for her .”

Bloody hell, he really had been too rash in his agreement with Zelena. He should have known his tendency towards self-flagellation would mess things up one of these days. But there was nothing to be done at this point than to see it through, and just pray he could apologize to Emma fast enough to help get them out of this disaster.

The baby kicked against his side, and his hand flew to the spot without thought. The more time he spent with this little passenger, the more he also was determined to save them. He wasn’t sure he was prepared to be a father, given the low success rate of his past attempts at it, but he’d be damned if he let any harm befall his—and whoever else’s—child. “I don’t know what lays ahead, little one, but I’m going to do my best to keep you safe, too,” he murmured to the bump—and just hoped he hadn’t told yet another lie.

Quite obviously, his mood fell from whatever relative high it had reached that morning to the lowest of lows once more, especially with the continuation of the practice contractions.

He was laying listlessly on the mattress that evening, tracing the babe’s movements with his hand, when he heard a gentle knock. But he wasn’t fit for company and the lights were off, so hopefully they assumed he was asleep.

Outside the door, he easily recognized the sound of Emma sighing. “I know you’re in there, even if you can’t hear me right now,” she said. “Probably passed out, if you’re still really feeling bad. But I…I feel like it’s not just that,” she continued. “I don’t know what I did to make you pull away. Okay, I know some of it, but—something else happened. I just wish I knew. Because I miss you,” she confessed to his closed door. “And I want to be with you again. Or hang out or whatever.” She sighed again and he thought he heard her forehead clunk against the wood. “Well now I really know you’re sleeping, because that would have gotten your attention if you were awake. Probably for the best.” She paused again, then added “good night,” and he heard her move across the hall to her own room.

He suddenly sniffed; bloody hell, these emotional shifts were getting tiring. But he hated— hated —that he was the cause for her emotional distress, and worse, that it might have bigger implications for everyone else, including his child. (Perfect time for a practice contraction to start, eh?)

He’d well and truly fucked this up.

So he gave into his heightened emotions, curled in on himself (which was no small feat—nor very quiet on Granny’s mattress), and cried himself to sleep.

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Rising from the bed the next morning was the most arduous it had been yet—not just because of his babe’s consistent growth, or the practice contraction that had once again woken him, but his belly had also finally “dropped”, as the book said; the little one was well and truly resting on his pelvis, getting ready to make their escape—which could happen at any moment, most likely.

His nerves were constantly on edge, consequently. The baby seemed to echo it—or was just anxious to get out; he wasn’t sure. But honestly, if it meant keeping them safe until the witch was defeated, he’d rather they stay there—safe—even if he was horrendously uncomfortable.

Until another practice contraction hit and the babe shifted atop his lower pelvis. Never mind; he wanted them out.

But for the first time, he realized just how alone he’d be for it. David hadn’t left Snow’s side when they were in the hospital, and he knew it was common for women to have any number of supporters during the process. But if he was still to be keeping it a secret…

However, that was when he heard Emma’s door open across the hall. What if he just…let the door open? Just a crack? It wouldn’t be his fault if she ended up barging in, would it?

He waddled to the door and unlatched the bolt, then reached for the knob—only for it to disappear as soon as his hand neared.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Zelena’s voice called out. He whipped his head and lifted his hook, ready to strike, but she wasn’t in the room. “That’s cheating,” she went on, and finally he saw her: staring out from the standing mirror next to his dresser. “Surely you can sit on this for just a few more hours; you’ve definitely kept other secrets longer.”

“What if something goes wrong?” he countered. “What if the child needs medical attention, eh? You really expect me to do the rest of this unsupervised?”

“Psh, you’ll be fine—I made sure of it when I cast the spell,” she waved off. “Just try not to get too loud, alright?”

“You know there’s a werewolf downstairs, right? They’ll probably hear.” The odds that he got through the day without Granny yelling at him for all the creaking he was causing were already slim.

“Oh, you’re right.” She waved her hand, and the walls briefly glowed green. “Silencing spell. Yell all you want, then; no one will hear it. See you in a few hours, Captain.” And then she disappeared from sight, leaving his own sorry reflection staring back at him, looking tired and morose.

He sighed and shifted his weight from side to side, observing his reflection as he did. Perhaps his belly wasn’t quite as big as it felt, but it did protrude quite a ways in front of him, fully rounding out his stomach and resting heavy on his hips. While bracing his lower back with his left wrist, he lifted his shirt to properly view his belly. There were quite a few stretchmarks along its lower curve, and his belly button even stuck out. The little one moved then, and he could see the whole thing eerily shift as they did.

Perhaps Zelena’s interruption had been good for another reason: did he really want to subject Emma to this view? Even he barely wanted to look at it, even if it held some novelty. But the babe wriggled again and he pulled his shirt back down; he could feel it plenty—he didn’t need to see the alien-like sight in better detail.

There was only one thing left to do at this point. He went to the odd canister by the door (he believed Henry had called it an “umbrella stand”) and retrieved his sword from its scabbard. He flexed his fingers around the grip and rested his brace on the apex of his bump. “Well, little love, wish us luck; I’m going to do my damnedest to keep you safe.” He liked to imagine the subsequent kick was an affirmative response.

(Not for the first time, he also wished he had a way of contacting Smee; the man would have easily been able to slip the child away safely. But he had no idea what digits to use on his room’s telephone. Alas.)

As the day wore on, the practice contractions got more consistent—and stronger. He wasn’t entirely sure what would mark the start of labor, so he continued to alternate resting and pacing as they went on.

More than once, he caught himself on one surface or another as they increased in intensity; this must be it then. He tried to skim over this section in the book, but couldn’t focus long enough for it to be of any use.

So he breathed, and paced, and rested, and breathed, and paced, and rested, with sips of water and restroom breaks scattered in as needed.

By mid-afternoon (he thought, at least, based on the light outside), he was sweating hard, gripping the back of a chair for support. It felt like the child was nearly ready to come out, but there was one thing that hadn’t happened yet.

It came on his next restroom trip, thankfully: his water broke. He didn’t even bother putting his pants back on, and his shirt had long since been hiked up above his belly (there wasn’t much sense in keeping it on but he needed something for whenever the witch showed up).

“Alright, little one; let’s do this,” he murmured, shuffling back to the main room (and his sword). But he hadn’t gotten very far before the next—and strongest yet—contraction stopped him in his tracks, drawing a shout and forcing him to curl in on himself, catching himself on the back of the chair for support.

Which of course was when the door to his room flew open.

Emma stood, staring at him, mouth agape. “Oh…oh my god,” she eventually stammered.

“Swan, I…” he started—but how the hell could he explain it?

Shockingly, he didn’t have to. “They were right; you’re pregnant. Holy shit.”

“They?” he asked, panting.

“Belle,” Emma explained, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “And David. Just now—Belle mentioned the book you borrowed and my dad told us what happened when he saw you yesterday and—”

He didn’t mean to cut her off, but he yelled out as another contraction commenced. “You shouldn’t be here, love,” he said once his breath came back. “The witch—”

“Who gives a shit about her?” she said angrily, rushing to his side. “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything!”

“I cou—ahhh!” Any attempt at explanation was cut off by the sudden increased intensity of his labor. “Love, just—go,” he tried to argue, but there was no strength behind it.

Not that she would have listened. “Like hell I will. I am not leaving you to do this on your own. Just tell me everything after, okay?” He nodded. “Okay. Let’s have a baby.”

(He desperately hoped it was hers, cruel as that might be.)

She reached for his hand and guided him to sitting on the chair. “How long have you been going?”

“I don’t know,” he had to answer. “It’s all happened so fast.”

“Really? God, mine felt like it took forever.”

“No—all of it,” he clarified in between breaths.

“Wait—all?” she asked, placing her free hand on his belly.

“Aye,” he confirmed. “Just the last 10 days.”

“Shit,” she said, but it could have also been a reaction to the way he suddenly gripped her hand fiercely as yet another contraction came; they were incredibly close together now. “Um, Killian, I—I have to look—” She didn’t finish her sentence, but pointed downward.

He nodded again, though it was undoubtedly a terrifying sight. She took her own deep breath and knelt in front of where he was perched on the edge of the chair; her eyes went wide when she got a look. (This was so far from what he’d hoped her first encounter with his private parts would look like.)

“Oh wow, you’ve gotta push,” she said, in a slightly panicked tone. “I can see the head.”

“I can certainly feel it,” he answered, trying for some levity. But then the next contraction came and he found himself bearing down unwittingly.

“Just like that,” she coached. “I’m right here.”

“You really don’t have to be.” He was trying to give her an out.

“Hey.” Now she was the one squeezing his hand, intensity in her green eyes. “I want to be.”

He managed to crack half a smile before his body forced him to push again—and again, and again. Emma gave enthusiastic encouragements the whole time but he was just in so, so much pain.

“The head is out; you’re almost there!” she exclaimed, unfortunately having to take her hand back. “Just a few more—you can do it.”

He could, and he did—but he wasn’t quiet about it. But finally, the babe was out—and he was spent.

“It’s a girl,” Emma said softly, and the little one began to cry—but he didn’t dare look, and instead focused on catching his breath.

He could see enough to notice Emma pulling the little one to her chest and moving closer to him.

“Oh, Killian,” she cooed. “She’s perfect.”

He was sure she was, but he couldn’t look. He couldn’t see the babe, because if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to let her go. And he quickly needed to build up the energy for a fight; his sword was sitting on the table next to him.

“Don’t you want to see her?” Emma asked softly. He just shook his head, feeling a tear crawl down his cheek.

“I can’t,” he murmured.

“Killian, what’s wrong? Do…do you not want to keep her?” There was no doubt that was giving her some unpleasant flashbacks of her own, even if it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Oh, no—I think he does, and that’s wherein the problem lies.” Zelena had arrived—and was gloating, but unphased by the way he was now staring daggers at her (but still decidedly not looking at his daughter—bloody hell, he had a daughter).

“Go to hell, witch,” he spat, reaching for his blade.

“Someday, yes, but not now. Now, I think I’ll be taking what's mine.”

“She’s yours?” Emma exclaimed, holding the baby tighter to her and casting a questioning glance between Zelena and Killian. (Gods, they hadn’t even had time to cut the umbilical cord yet.)

“Well, not ‘mine’ mine. Biologically speaking. She’s yours, really,” she said, gesturing at both of them.

Did she just say…? “Mine?” Emma asked, surprised.

“Yes, indeed. And what beautiful babies you make,” the witch said, coming closer. “If I can’t have a child of confirmed true love, then one of potential true love will just have to do.”

Summoning energy from somewhere unknown, Killian grabbed his sword and stood, leveling the blade at Zelena’s neck. “Don’t you dare lay a finger on her,” he growled.

“That wasn’t part of the deal, Captain,” she hissed. “Unless you’d care to explain to the in-laws why I still kidnapped their baby?”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Emma interrupted, and faster than either of them were aware—in a flash of white light—Zelena was on the floor—and her broach was in Emma’s hand (the one that wasn’t still holding tight to his—no, their —baby).

“No—no, no, no!” the witch cried, seemingly attempting to summon the pendant back—do anything—with her magic. “Oh, you’ll pay for that,” she roared, pulling the Dark One’s dagger out—but Killian struck out at her arm before she could summon the Crocodile, making her drop it, and then kicked it away.

The witch let out a shriek—but it was cut off by a cloud of grey-ish magic. “Fat chance of doing anything to us from the cells below the hospital,” Emma quipped, then turned to Killian. “Are you okay? What the hell is going on?”

“A long story,” he sighed as he relaxed, adrenaline fading just as fast as it had come, his sword clattering to the floor. “One I will gladly tell you shortly; just—can I—?” He hoped the way he was reaching towards the babe finished the question for him.

“Of course,” she said warmly, putting the little girl in his arms. And he finally got to look at her, and, oh—she really was beautiful. She’d calmed down a little bit, at least since Zelena had been dispatched, and was looking around the room with large eyes; he hoped she’d inherit Emma’s color there, seeing as she had clearly acquired Killian’s own pointed ears.

His body was beginning to tell him there were some things that hadn’t yet been dealt with; he held the little lass as Emma helped him through that. “You wanna tell me just what all this was now?” she asked, firmly but gently, once things were cleaned up.

“I was a bloody idiot,” he summarized, but told her everything else that had happened since the night at the docks. “Swan, I cannot apologize enough for being such a fool. But…I also don’t fully regret it.”

“I get it,” she said, running a finger over their now-sleeping daughter’s head. “And I’m sorry for making you feel like you had nothing else. But…I guess I can’t complain about the product either.”

For a long moment, they just stood there—the three of them, in awe over their new little blessing. Aside from the incredible ache he felt, it was near perfect—and he was finally able to breathe for another reason (and not just because the precious little toes in his cradle were no longer digging into his lungs).

“Congratulations, love,” he said.

“For what? You just did all the hard work.”

“You defeated the witch. You saved this one, your new sibling, all of us,” he explained. “That’s something to be equally proud of, if not moreso.”

She blushed. “Yeah, but in the moment, all I could think of was saving her—and you.”

“Me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you. Did you not hear what Zelena said?”

He had, but he didn’t dare acknowledge it. So he just nodded.

“My magic has never been stronger than it was just now—especially not earlier this week.”

“Aye, your father said as much.”

“You know why?”

He was starting to get the picture, but wanted her to say it.

She chose not to use words, but actions, and leaned toward his face.

“Hold on—the curse,” he said, regrettably pulling slightly away.

“It should have gone away with her magic,” Emma said, “and I don’t care anyways.” Then she insistently pressed her lips against his and, bloody hell, he couldn’t remember a sweeter, more meaningful kiss.

Though he would have preferred it not be cut off by a sudden interruption from the doorway. David stood at the now-open threshold, coughing (and clearly averting his gaze). “Granny said she heard some weird stuff and made me come check it out. I think I saw too much, though.”

Emma laughed; Killian tried, but it hurt his core. “Come on; I never thought I’d say this, but we need to get you back into some pants and get you two to the hospital.”

He passed the baby to her while he shuffled around to get dressed, and she caught up with her father, who thankfully drove them both to Storybrooke General.

Dr. Whale was shocked by the turn of events and insisted on keeping both Killian and his daughter overnight for observation; Emma stayed by their side the whole time. (And used her magic to accelerate his healing a bit…well, a lot, thankfully, though he wasn’t sure his midsection would ever be as firm as it once was.)

There was still a lot to deal with—emotionally, obviously, and they had to decide just what to do with Zelena; not to mention Snow giving birth still lay ahead.

But as he walked out of the hospital the next morning—with Emma in one arm and tiny little Alice Margaret Jones, wearing her little sailboat onesie, in the other—he knew it would all work out; maybe, just maybe, this could be their happy ending.

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