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mccallhero · 4 months

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okay so i just finished ouat for the first time ever (watched it years ago but stopped in s5b) and i just wanted to ask one question about the finale lmao

(discussions of r*pe, the r*pists on the show, the erasure of graham, and regina's crimes)

first. some context. i absolutely hate what happened to graham's character (being r*ped and then murdered by his r*pist and then the crime never ever ever ever being acknowledged) and it's really really hard for me to like regina's character after that. for the longest time i always told myself it was the writers that didn't actually understand what they were writing, and then once they did, they tried to ignore it and sweep it under the rug because that wasn't their intention for regina's character

for example, with the other two r*pists on the show (there's arguments for a lot more, but these ones are confirmed in the canon), zelena and mother gothel are both treated as villains (regina actually calls zelena out for the r*pe, telling her she 'deceived robin in the most vile way possible,' which is another reason i thought the writers were trying to kinda retcon what regina did to graham once they realized what they had actually written). zelena eventually does get her 'redemption' (kinda. the only person who ever treats her well is regina. we just stop seeing zelena with other characters. the only exceptions really in s7 are wish!killian, robyn, and chad and they all don't know about her true crimes), which is something i hate, but again, zelena and mother gothel (for the majority of their characters) are treated as villains, which is genuinely why i thought for over a decade now that the writers realized they made an oopsie with regina and graham and just ignored it

however. then i watch the season 7 finale

and regina's getting crowned the good queen which. okay. interesting take i guess (love or hate regina's character, she burned down entire villages, who the hell is voting for her???). and then regina, the good queen, supposedly forgiven and redeemed for all her past evil deeds, gets to give a speech. in fact, the last speech that's ever given on ouat, the last words ever spoken on the show is this speech

she starts off by saying: 'i thought my story came to an end a long time ago, and then new people came into my life... people who gave me a second chance. i can't wait to see what's in store for me next. well, for everyone'

and then with this speech, as it continues, there's a lovely little montage to give us a reminder of the journey that was ouat and all of the characters along the way

regina says: 'i refuse to believe there won't be more adventures' and we see the jolly roger, charming on horseback, rumple in the heroes and villains au on horseback (interesting choice), grumpy being hatched, jiminy cricket, pinnochio and gepetto being swallowed by a whale, regina casting the dark curse over snow and charming's dying body (.......), emma freeing merlin from the tree, elsa using magic, ursula and maleficent tussling, monkey!walsh, rumple being bitch slapped by a bear, belle being attacked by fire-doggie!phillip, snow hitting charming with a rock, and cruella's stank breath

these are all, so far, decent choices. some are a little iffy but, for the most part, just moments reminding us of everything that's happened

and then regina says 'more love' and we see outlaw queen, snowing, swan believer, phillip and aurora, rumbelle, henry and violet, cinderella and her guy (shawn?), jasmine and aladdin, snowing again

this one's a little more questionable (just like. where is captain swan? and why is swan believer here when everything else is romantic love? did someone mix it up? idk. not the point but still)

'more family' and we see snowing and baby emma, emma and baby henry, the heroes in s2 walking together, snowing and neal, gepetto and pinnochio, henry smiling, and the last supper ouat version

this one's fine. i think including gepetto and pinnochio there is kinda funny when it could be replaced by any other scene of the actual main family (regina and henry maybe???????????????)

and then. finally. why i am making this textpost

regina says 'and yes, there will be more loss'

and. okay. we see robin dying, robin's funeral, regina at her father's grave, and then ???????????????????????????? for SOME REASON they show GRAHAM DYING????????????????????????????????

and at this point i don't care what else they show because regina's then saying 'because that's just a part of life' and i am just wondering. HOW. after SEVEN SEASON. did ouat think that was a good idea

and it genuinely makes me feel nauseous because yes, he is a forgotten victim, he was controlled and r*ped and murdered and nobody ever found out about it and, in fact, he is rarely ever even remembered (emma wearing his shoelace was such a fucking blessing to know at least ONE PERSON cared about him after he had died. that he at least wasn't forgotten by her) but for YEARS i thought it was just ouat being ouat and trying to ignore their mistakes because addressing them would make regina truly unforgiveable

but then. regina. in her final act of being truly redeemed, switched completely from the evil queen to the good queen, her crimes being forgiven by her victims and everyone electing her to be queen (WERE THERE NO OTHER CANDIDATES?), regina reminds us of the crime that she never ever told anyone about, the crime that she will be taking to her grave, and we see graham dying (because she r*ped and then murdered him)

and it just feels so so so wrong. ESPECIALLY. especially. ESPECIALLY after season seven, where we're forced to watch rogers be taunted by his r*pist, the knowledge of her crime being unknown to him (she taunts wish!killian too when he does know), and that entire plot is sickening and heartbreaking but that's what it's supposed to be. like one of the biggest plots of the season was about a r*pist taunting her victim and destroying his life and making him miserable and being the cause of his death (gothel poisoned wish!killian's heart, regina crushed graham's, wow ouat sure does love their parallels). never once are we expected to be on gothel's side and literally everyone on the show hates her besides characters she is also manipulating (ivy and anastasia). so how are they going to have that be one of the main plots of the season (if not the main plot, considering it's why rumple dies and killian/alice/gothel have the most backstory eps out of any other plotline) and then do this?

how are they going to give regina her redemption and then remind us of graham's death, arguably one of her worst crimes that is kept secret from everyone on the show? she took his heart and then commanded him to her bed chamber and then created a curse where they had a sexual relationship despite graham being miserable every single day and never wanting or feeling anything because oh yeah she stole his heart and controls him. and then she killed him when she couldn't control him any longer

and now she's the good queen, getting her second chance? ('second' chance. okay ouat. sure)

how are they going to forgive regina for her crimes while reminding us, the audience, that nobody even knows about graham?

#my thoughts #graham humbert #anti-regina #anti-regina-mills #anti-zelena #ouat #rape tw #rape mention tw #i'm just ranting but god graham deserved better #once upon a time

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swans-chirping-in-the-distance · 1 year

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welcome to your new home :D title is from remember my name by mitski

○ Christian ○ call me bee or bug or swan ○ she/ her ○ infp-t writer ○ azaleas, picrews, and sims ○ wattpad is keeperofthelostsleep ○ no smut, y/n, or x readers ○ singer, writer, reader, photographer (of inanimate objects) ○ I always try to be nice ○

mainly kotlc and (bbc) merlin

kotlc- big sokeefe shipper but not like those annoying ones; stitz and lava cake shipper; dexiana and tiana shipper; sophie, keefe, and fitz defender; lover of platonic sokeefitz; firm believer that dex and linh aren't cinnamon rolls and that tam isn't emo, overdramatic, or a cold person

m(bbc)- huge freylin and gwenthur shipper; lover of arthur pendragon; lover of all of the cast just especially arthur

some other things I like/ thoughts

○ tpq (aru shah) ○ sisters grimm ○ willow falls ○ sxf (manga) ○ elementary ○ asoue (show) ○ ouat (not s7) ○ clone wars (show) ○ paf ○ eah ○ (some) marvel ○ stranger things ○ pll (show) ○ clue (og movie) ○ aladdin (og movie) ○ some disney ○ occasionally some myths (usually starring women ○ street fighter 2 nintendo game (I suck at it) ○ pjo/ hoo (book) ○ pjo (show) ○ 12 monkeys (show) ○ teen wolf (show) ○ ouat in wonderland ○ psych (2006) ○ charmed (og) ○ haven (syfy) ○ mitski ○ indila ○

aruden/ mindy shipper; still mad about rory and jake; twiyor shipper; not a big fan of the charmings (ouat); regina mills defender; henry x violet shipper; lover of enchanted forest snow and rump; lover of the ouat realms

lover of ashoka tano and r2-d2; moon knight lover; lover of lucas sinclair; mucas shipper; robin buckley defender

caleb rivers and hanna marin defenders (also I ship them); could quote clue don't even try; arabian nights is the best aladdin song; anastasia is an official disney princess to me; jasmine, tiana, rapunzel, and merida are the best princesses

cassandra (greek myth)>>>; cammy from street fighter is the best; rachel dare defender; lover of percy jackson and grover underwood; hater of how rick wrote calypso

jennifer goines and deacon defender for life; literally lover of the entire cast of the 12 monkeys show its incredible; derek's pack trio defender for life; beta group>>>; stiles stilinksi lover; stydia and stalia shipper, scira and scallison shipper; I love kira yukimura

alice x cyrus and knave x ana shipper; ouat in wonderland> ouat; shawn spencer and burton guster lover for life (their friendship is just>>>); chief vick deserves a raise; shules shipper

prue halliwell, chris halliwell, and cole turner lover to the death; hater of phoebe halliwell and later seasons charmed sisters; nathan wuornos and duke crocker defenenders; I love the audreys; be the cowboy>>; ainsi ba la vida and ego>>

tags:

kits4!- kotlc in the sims. lmk ab your hcs. any hcs are welcome. probably gonna raise their grandparents bcz I'm too deep in this family tree lol

kap!au- kotlc in pjoverse and pjo in kotlcverse. may or may not write it out.

twilomiwb- mainly kotlc writing kinda stuff but not fics usually. it's stuff I'm proud of so go check it out!!

tiwtr-vc- random stuff I want to remember. check it out.

#kits4!#kap!au #twilomiwb #hmys?lhrn #tiwtr-vc

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stardreamer28 · 5 months

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Ask Game Shipping: Captain Swan & Outlaw Queen?

-why do you ship?

Why do you like them?

-unpopular opinion about them?

CS: I ship them 'cause they were a surprise to me. I didn't expect it. I was so in & out of watching when it was on air that it slapped me in the face lol. I like them 'cause the redemption Hook had. and just that yea it was sort of good girl/bad boy but then you realize he had more layers underneath of why he was like that. & she wasn't the typical "hero" ya know? umm not really anything unpopular for them I don't think? I wasn't huge on Milah, that's about it. OQ: I really don't know how I started shipping them 'cause it was so long ago. Sean had been on my radar through my love of British tv and came up as one of the Robin Hoods (I love BBC's Robin). and then I went back when my watching of Tom Ellis started in Miranda. but I ship them ultimately because I just love how caring they are, how they are with their kids especially Roland, and though I was hesitant on OUAT at first as an oldschool Disney animation fan, I like ships that are a bit out of the box. like an AU of themselves if that makes sense lol. why I like them probably has alot to do with Lana & Sean's chemistry on & off screen and being besties. as the evil queen I didn't expect to like much of Regina's story but as it got into s3, 4 & especially 7 I really liked those arcs. and in s6 when it was Outlaw Queen but not the original version, I liked how Wish Robin understood caring about her but went with the more...unrefined version of the Evil Queen. that was another thing too, that I ended up liking both versions of their characters. unpopular opinion is probably as much as I ADORE Bex and the character of Little Robin, I didn't really like Zelena at all & her meddling in their ship lol. the only time was the back half of s7

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jewishsuperfam · 9 months

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how extremely fucking typical of me would it be if the first ouat fic i ever wrote was a combined s7 partial au/rewrite (mostly revolving aound regina/roni+drizella/ivy relationship) and post-s7 fic where drizella brings anastasia to storybrooke to ask regina to teach her to use her light magic (and also just to be around regina again bc she has failed spectacularly at getting over her) and sapphic love polygon drama ensues.

it would be sq endgame obvs but. regina/drizella is unfortunately so my brand i wanna write about them so much

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justmilah · 1 year

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selkie fic ! selkie fic ! selkie fic ! selkie fic! (➡️ saw the selkie fic as one of ur wips and have to know more about it right this second right now)

OKAY SO LIKE! Currently all that is officially done is a very rough outline of what I like to call the 'before.'

And then I had two different ideas on what to do from there.

ETA: BUT ALSO LIKE, SELKIE MILAH AU?! I want this too??

Both would be canon compliantish to a point? The first one would diverge in s2. I've been flailing a lot with @moonbeamnights so I don't know what is what in regards to it, but I think this will be the way I go with it? What I do know is that while it won't be CS it will be Emma Friendly because as we all know the show showed us in Devil's Due that Artist Swan could have had a great bromance.

The second is under the cut because it involves WishHook and since I'm not using it because I have another post s7 fic I'm working on I just wanna babble about my idea for a bit xD

My thought was, when the wish realm was made, because that whole curse thing Gothel put on Killian, the wish kind of figured a curse NEEDS a cure so it creeps back a few centuries to make sure a TLK could be possible. And how can that be without changing too much? Milah's a selkie. And because of the way she was wrapped with her coat, it got stuck, so she couldn't take it off and then randomly one day Wish Hook asks OG Hook 'you ever figure out why that seal's been following us?' and he's just like '...what seal?' LISTEN IF YOU THINK THIS IDEA IS FARFETCHED I CAME UP WITH A WAY TO INCORPORATE SAILOR MOON MYTHOS TO OUAT SEVERAL YEARS AGO

#anonymous #answered asks #selkie milah #i am...so sorry this is in no way coherent and i hope you dont regret sending the ask 😬

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 years

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😎🌍🤣 for the fic asks :)?

😎 Who is your BroTP?

I don’t know how to pick tbh. I love Red Snow but I also kinda ship it romantically and I feel like there are also so many other awesome brOTPs that deserve a shoutout. Like, Alice and Rumple certainly, even if I kinda count that more as a familial relationship (he adopted her and that is that on that). And Lucy and Facilier was also super adorable in the one episode we got of them. That would have been a beautiful relationship if he hadn’t died.

🌍 What is your dream AU?

Okay, so this is more of a canon divergence but at the end of 7x20 Wish Rumple doesn’t kill Facilier. Instead, he sends Rumple, Regina and Wish Killian into the just in Cursed!Storybrooke (I have no idea how he had the Curse cast; I was working on that before I abandoned the idea and now even what I knew is a bit hazy so... apologies for that). They are cursed but they have memories sporadically entering their minds and that is the fun part. You know how the flashbacks in each episode are always one connected story? What if we mix that up and show pieces of several stories in the same episode and then as the episodes progress, the stories start to piece together? I mean, obviously that is a more advanced storytelling than OUAT could have pulled off but I thought it would be neat and fit in well with the mess that is happening. So Wish Rumple sent the other three there to stop them from interfering with his plan because he thinks they are the only ones that can stop him. However, Henry, Alice and Robin team up and also get Gideon to Seattle (so maybe we need to remove the time travel thing also) and they try to get through to Wish Rumple instead of fighting him. He is shocked that he has another son, and from Belle no less, and he does put off the doomsday plans for a while to get to know Gideon (and Alice and Henry as well) so maybe there is still hope for him. And for extra amount of angst in the end, we can have Rumple (from the EF1) do something that kills both him and Wish Rumple (and maybe all other Rumples in any possible alternate universes (just to be safe)) after he gets his memories back but since he is in Storybrooke 2.0 and Wish Rumple is in Seattle, they both go to the wrong afterlife so Wish Rumple ends up with Belle and Rumple ends up with Wish Belle. And Rumple never sees Gideon again but he is by Wish Rumple’s side when he dies.

🤣 Has a fic ever made your face hurt from laughing so much?

Oh, yeah. I’m pretty sure you know of “Adventures with Cora Mills”. It is one of the most popular crack fics in the OUAT fandom and for a good reason. I laughed so much from that fic that not only my face, but also my throat started hurting. I had a good time, though.

#ask #intothewickedwood #ouat fanfic #ouat au #wish rumple #rumplestiltskin #ouat s7 au

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killianmesmalls · 5 years

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Life As We Know It, Ch. 5

Summary: Just when the Jones brothers feel like their lives are where they should be—Liam is graduating from the police academy and Killian is just a couple years away from graduating high school—they get some news that turns their whole world sideways. An AU where Liam, Milah, and Bae are alive and help Killian navigate the unexpected world of being a young, single father.

Warnings: In previous chapters, mentions of date rape and Eloise Gardener, as well as a decent amount of swearing. In this chapter, references to the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit for anyone unfamiliar) in case that might upset anyone.

Chapter: 5/?

Chapters 1 & 2, Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Tagging: @hollyethecurious, @kmomof4, @courtneyshortney82, @spartanguard, @ashley-knightingale, @branlovestowrite, @wyntereyez, @hapartshapchap, @gusenitsaa, @artistic-writer Let me know if you want to be tagged and I’ll add you!)

Also, thank you to @gusenitsaa for reading over it for me!!

Liam was confident he’d seen some of the worst places: their parents’ bedroom after their father went on a bender, various homes that morphed into one another in the memories of his foster care days. Those were a different kind of terrible, but this one? This white room and all the beeping computers and ailing infants? He was sure now that nothing was worse than the NICU.

He watched Killian sitting in the chair by the plastic incubator, his eyes unblinking as he focused on his child. A daughter, they discovered. Born at thirty-three weeks, the doctors had informed the teenage father her prognosis looked good, she just needed some time to strengthen her lungs and immune system. The positivity in their voices was lost on the younger Jones, though, as he stared at the four-pound infant he couldn’t hold like he’d imagined for months. Seeing her little chest struggle to breathe, wishing nothing more than to have her in his arms and tell her it was okay...

Liam wished so much to take all the concern and all the pain away from Killian and his newborn. With everything else they’d been through, this seemed beyond cruel. If the elder brother still believed in a god, he’d be cursing him or her to the depths of hell.

Just then, a little twitch of the sleeping child’s hand and Killian was up like a shot, eyes glued to her tiny form. Her arm jerked and suddenly a little whimper followed by a tiny, high-pitched cry.

"Shhhh, shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he insisted, putting his hands inside the compartment, letting her little hand wrap around his index finger. The strength of her grip eased the knot twisting in his stomach, and he even managed a smile as she began to quieten.

A breath Liam wasn’t aware he’d been holding escaped, and he took the time to look around at the other infants unlucky enough to spend their first weeks here. Their new addition was luckier than some, he knew. Just a few feet away lay another child no more than three pounds, struggling each day just to make it to the next. He closed his eyes and hoped to anything that might be listening, whether he believed in them or not, that their yet-to-be-named bundle would see home soon, as would the other children fighting their own battles near her.

Thank the bloody stars for the nurses and doctors. One in particular had kept them apprised of every stat, every little milestone, every minute detail of their girl’s progress. It was about the only thing holding them together.

“I think she’s hungry,” said Killian. “Nurse Tilly said this could be one of her hungry cries. I think? Right? Think we can try again to get her to eat? Hopefully this time works better than last one. She seemed to get the hang of it a little.”

“Yes, she seemed to,” replied Liam. “She’ll get there, Killian. We just need to give her a little time. And, also a name.”

“Oh, he’ll think of something,” the nurse said as she entered, giving Killian a supportive wink. “I’ve seen plenty of babies here without a name for quite some time. Can’t rush genius, Uncle. Daddy over there is just trying to be sure the name she’s given is the one his little daughter happy with, isn’t that right?”

Killian nodded, never taking his eyes off his little girl. A daughter. He had a daughter now. And one that was looking to be his and his alone if everything got settled as Weaver promised it would.

Liam could see those wheels turning in his brother’s head, feeling the same in his own. They’d be this girl’s family. Now more than ever, as the nurse offered to settle her in his brother’s arms so he could attempt to feed her this time, the elder Jones could sense the immediate change in their family and almost see what was to come: Killian being indulgent and curious with her, Liam spoiling her slightly behind his back, maybe one day a bigger house with a playroom. One day maybe Killian would find someone to build a relationship with. Hell, maybe he would, too. They could make a family again. The foundation of something new was brick by brick being put together with every breath of this new addition to their lives.

“Alice,” Killian said suddenly, jerking Liam out of his thoughts.

“What?”

“I….I want to name her Alice. After—”

“Mam.”

Killian nodded, looking at Liam for a moment, a small smile stretching over his lips at his brother’s small nod of approval.

“Alice it is. Any thoughts on a middle name, if you want one for her?”

Killian paused before looking up to the nurse that had kept them both sane and might as well have had magic with everything she had done for Alice since her sudden arrival into the world.

“Tilly. Alice Tilly Jones.”

Cries. More cries. So many cries.

Killian groaned on the couch in the living room where they’d set up the crib as there hadn’t been enough space in his room for it. She’d been home for two days and still the paranoia wouldn’t leave him, though exhaustion was starting to battle with it and he silently begged for Alice to try to sleep so he could rest just a little more.

When another shriek escaped her, he rose to his feet, nearly bumping into the edge of the couch on his way to her. “Alright, little miss, you have my attention.”

He lifted her carefully into his arms, bouncing her slightly and feeling the fullness of her diaper. “You’re full of it more than your uncle is.”

“I heard that!” Liam groggily called from the other room.

Killian smirked into Alice’s peach fuzz-covered head, carrying her to the changing table. “Looks like you’re not the only baby in this house, Al.”

“I heard that, too!”

“I meant for you to,” Killian replied, careful not to be too loud and further upset his baby.

His baby. Still, settled at home with a crib, car seat, stroller, and various other items gifted to them by Liam’s work friends and Weaver’s station, Killian had a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that Alice was here. She was his, and his already upside-down world was now twelve kinds of sideways.

He still had tests to take, classes to finish, a job to get… A life to get in order. A life for her. Yet, even here, changing her and listening as her wails calmed, bringing silence once more to the early morning hour, Killian pushed away his concerns to plaster a smile on his face. He could worry when she couldn’t see him, when there was no risk of his anxiety reaching her.

Once she was set with a clean diaper, Killian lifted her back into his arms and wandered to the kitchen, preparing a bottle as he’d been taught and, at this point, felt he’d practiced ad nauseum. Still, the butterflies of “what if” fluttered around his stomach, and that nagging wonder of if he was doing this all wrong came rushing back.

“No, I got this. I can do this. Right, Al?”

She fussily twisted in his arms, and he tested the bottle’s contents before pressing it to her lips, still breathing a sigh of relief when she latched onto it. He could feel the burning exhaustion still hanging on his eyelids, but the peacefulness of her eating made him feel strangely grateful for these late night moments.

He took a deep breath, smelling the top of her head and letting this new world sink in. Her own eyelids began to droop, and a different kind of flutter went up from his stomach and straight through his chest.

“No matter what happens, we’ll get through this together.”

Killian had seen some of the worst places, ones that morphed and stretched from his childhood to that beeping NICU. He hoped against hope, against logic, that was the last terrible place his Alice would ever have to see. She was home now, safe, and his.

His daughter. Finally it began to feel real.

#ouat ff brothers jones #ouat ff #brothers jones #killian jones #liam jones #alice jones #eventual milah #eventual bae #ouat au #ouat s7 au #twigger warning

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black-wolf066 · 6 years

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Well, You Do Have My Chin

Update: OMG!!! MY TIRED 36 HOUR LACK OF SLEEP BRAIN ACCIDENTLY DELETED THE STORY I POSTED THIS MORNING!!! I meant to hit edit, and apparently I hit delete and when it gave me the prompt to hit yes or no, my tired brain that it said “would you like to edit: yes or no”.... so here goes round two... so sorry guys. I wanted to add that i have this on Fanfiction.net now too (under my account Wolf-shadow666) but I just curfunkled everything... ANYWAY underneath is pretty much the post that got deleted... thankfully i save everything on document...

First off, let me just say. I’M ALIVE!!! It is now 8am in the morning, I’ve been working on the better part of this little shit that wouldn’t leave me alone i mean piece since 9pm last night…. i have TO GO TO WORK IN AN HOUR!!! HELP ME!!!!! *flails all over the place* I swear i can adult right sometimes… just not today apparently…. keep this in mind as you’re reading cause even though I’ve proof read this thrice, I’m sure some (or many) things have escaped my brain’s notice.

anyway….

Here is the comment that inspired me to write this one-shot:

@timetravelingpotatoast said:

All I really want from this season is for Killian and Henry to become good friends and talk about Lucy’s “conspiracy” only for Killian to ask who she thinks he is. However, somewhere in the translation it’s lost that Killian is his step-dad, so Henry just says his dad, leading to a “well you do have my chin,” commentary from Killian.

When the curse breaks they just squint at each other for a really long time.

Now, for the sake of the prompt, this is gonna be very heavily AU from season 7. This is by no means a “fix-it fic” because I really am enjoying season 7; I’m only writing this because I really wanted to see something like this be a thing after reading the comment. I absolutely love father/son bonding fics between Killian and Henry and I need more of it in my life… (Seriously there aren’t enough Captain Cobra centered fics to satisfy my craving for it). And I know that I said “I wish I was creative enough to contribute to the fandom of Once Upon a Time”, but after posting my last little snippet; I figured “what the hell I’m gonna do it anyway” because that’s what fandom is (I still feel like I suck terribly but *shrug* if you’re having fun doing it than screw being good at it, right?). (((Also something that should have been maybe 2000 words or less, ended up running away from me toward 4000 (my brain projecting my need for more Captain Cobra moments I guess)… I realize a lot of it is probably considered filler and I could have done away with it, but I kinda wanted to build that relationship between cursed Killian and Henry much like the relationship between Snow White and Emma in season 1)))).

Anyway, here’s a bit of backstory that I came up with for the AU universe of this fic…. If you don’t care and simply just want to read the story, than you can simply scroll down to the Continue reading link:

So in this AU, I’ve pretty much figured that Rumple, Killian, Regina and Emma came to save the day for Henry (Henry may have asked for Killian, Regina and Emma, but the three probably went to Rumple for help or something and Belle urged him to go). I’m thinking the timeline in the realm Henry is in moves faster than the timeline that is Storybrooke, so Henry might be 25 and not 18, but to the rest of his family only 1 year has passed since Henry left in search of his own story((((wondering if this is actually canon considering how shocked they were at seeing him so grown and I don’t believe for a single second that it took Emma and Killian that long to have a baby)))). Emma wasn’t pregnant at the time but eventually as they all stay and help the resistance against Tremaine and Drizella (after finding a way to send word back home that everything and everyone is alright and that they’re staying to help… maybe Rumple being pushed by Belle to stay and help them too), she and Killian end up having twins, and barely a year later Henry has his own kid with Ella. When the curse comes and separates them all, the curse spans the whole state of Washington (Tremaine or Drizella wanting to separate as many of them as they could and not keep them all in the same place… especially the true love couples. But they didn’t bank on Lucy remembering or Rumple finding a loop hole so he didn’t get cursed along with everyone else), so HH is the main hive so to speak but the fairy-tale characters are scattered across other cities and towns. Emma is off in one city (maybe Walla Walla), their twin daughters are in a group home in another city, Henry lived somewhere in Olympia (which is close enough to Seattle and HH), Robin (because I need Regina to be happy damn it! And I figure maybe they found that his soul wasn’t destroyed but simply stuck in the crystal, even across all alternate versions of said crystal in any realm, so he ends up getting freed) is also scattered somewhere, and Rumple, Killian, Regina, Ella and Lucy remained in HH where Tremaine and/or Drizella could keep an eye on them and make their lives a living hell. When Lucy finds Henry, and Jacinda steals his car (much like in the show and what not), he decides to stay at a motel for a week, finding the place interesting (and spurring a bit of creativity that he hadn’t felt since his failed first book) and eventually that week turns into him finding an actual place to stay once he gets to know the people in the neighborhood (made hard by the outrageous prices being asked). When Detective Rogers hears about his search, he offers to turn his den/office into a spare room (the only reason Regina/Roni didn’t offer is because she lives in a small studio apartment above the bar with the only closed room being a bathroom)…. Eventually Rumple as Weaver manages to get everyone back into the neighborhood (((he was the one to give Lucy the book. He was the one to find and bring back the cursed versions of Robin—Kevin Adams, who is a struggling lawyer that ends up helping Jacinda, by Rumple/Weaver’s prompting, get custody of Lucy back—and Emma—Danielle “Dani” Stevens, who was a sketch artist for Walla Walla police department. He was also the one to find which group home the twins were staying in and try to adopt them, since he wasn’t sure how long it would take to break the curse, and he didn’t want them staying there… Rumple and Killian might be civil borderline grey area friends, but he likes the twins and it’ll get them back to their family that much quicker once the curse is broken if he does it like this…)))) and the curse gets broken the same as in season 1 with Henry and Lucy (cause I’m unoriginal and my brain can’t think of anything else right now) ((((That should be enough of a background right? I don’t know… I’m terrible at this… don’t question the plot holes too much okay? You might get sucked into its black hole…))))

(((I looked at apartment averages in Seattle as a guideline (got rid of link since it wasn’t working)… and even though almost 3000 is very high for a one-bedroom apartment that Henry was looking for; I figured that Tremaine and Drizella were trying to weed out the people in the neighborhood slowly so they could bulldoze and improve and bring forth a ‘richer’ environment and a “richer” culture of people to surround themselves with, therefore causing more suffering and separation for those cursed and gaining something else for themselves….))))

((also when it comes to ages, I’m probably way off from canon, but these are my head canon ages for them here so… Emma was 28 at the start of season 1; Killian was 29, Regina 32. Adding 9 years considering Henry left at 18 and only a year passed in Storybrooke whereas 7 years passed where Henry was, that would make them 37, 38, and 41. With another 11ish to 12ish years they are now 48, 49, and 52 with Henry being 37ish.

tagging @superchocovian since she kindly asked me to (hope you enjoy it!!!)

Anyway, without farther ado, i give you this Captain Cobra one-shot in all it’s (step)father/son bonding glory!

Well, You do have my chin

Word count: 4203

Rating: pg-13 for my potty mouth

The din of Roni’s bar was oddly relaxing to Henry as he searched on his laptop for available apartments to move into, but after another site herald the same results, he sighed, closed the screen, and dropped his head into the crook of his arm. Was it too much to ask for a place within his price range? Hell, he was sure he could find something cheaper in the heart of Seattle than he could here.

But no, he stubbornly wanted to stay in this part of the neighborhood. There was something about Hyperion Heights, something that spoke to him, and not just Lucy’s crazy theory that his book was real and they were all fairytale characters scattered across the state (never mind the even crazier theory that he was her father—there was no way he could ever forget meeting a beautiful girl like Jacinda or be stupid enough not to fight for more than a one night stand with said woman).

The scraping of a chair across from him brought Henry’s attention up to that of the arrival of Detective Logan Rogers. The cop’s eyebrow was raised at him in silent question and concern as he sat down and nabbed the untouched bear claw from his plate.

“Bad day?” he asked finally with a tilt of his head as Roni approached with his usual beer.

When Henry still didn’t move to answer, simply groaning and hiding his face back in the crook of his arm, Roni supplied. “He’s looking for places to stay… and failing by the looks of it.”

“The asking prices are outrageous! How do you guys survive here?” he griped into his arm.

Roni snorted and Henry peeked up at her with a perturbed eyebrow raised. “You’ve seen the state of the neighborhood and the state of my bar before I decided to fight back. Isn’t that answer enough for you?”

“What’s your budget?” Logan cut in with his query before Henry could snark back and start an argument with the ornery bartender.

“Well,” Henry’s eyes shifted to him just as the older man took a bite out of the pilfered pastry. “With Seattle, I kind of figured I’d be lucky to find something for twenty-two hundred, but there is no way I’m paying almost three thousand for a place that’s barely in the city’s limits.”

“Welcome to the land of Belfrey greed.” chimed Roni as she walked back to tend the bar and the new arrival of customers.

Henry scowled un-amusedly at her back as she went.

“I have space,”

Startled, Henry gazed, wide eyed, back at the Detective. “What?”

“Well, it’s not really a ‘room’, but the den can easily be turned into one.” Logan continued, his good hand going up to scratch nervously behind his ear.

“Wha—Why?” Tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, Henry pressed on. “I know the three of us are ‘kinda’ working together, but we barely know each other. Hell, for all you know I could be a serial killer.” at Logan’s snort and raised brow, Henry rolled his eyes and said defensively. “Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I trust you.” Logan relented simply with a shrug of his shoulders. “Besides, I have a gun I’m not afraid to use, and you look to be out of options, mate.”

Still eyeing the older man with suspicion, not used to blatantly kind gestures from others, he asked. “Can I swing by to look at your place before I decide?”

“Of course.” taking a swig of his beer, Logan gestured with his head to the closed laptop. “Now, what was it you wanted to show me?”

(***)

Walking into the apartment after Logan, Henry took in the sparsely decorated living space with a familiar pang beating against his chest. It was neat and orderly, everything he considered the detective to be, even after a week of working covertly with him and Roni. But seeing it so bare, devoid of… well, devoid of life and personality; it all just resonated with him. There wasn’t even a single picture or photo on the walls or table tops (Henry knows there are photos of Logan out there. He’s seen the pictures Roni hangs proudly on the walls of her establishment, knows that the picture of Logan and Roni—two best friends, he’s come to learn, that grew up together in the neighborhood—has a special place right behind the bar where she works). There was nothing, other than the books neatly tucked into a shelf, to give Henry a glimpse into what made this man Logan Rogers.

Walking through the 900 square foot space, he knew it wasn’t just the home of a bachelor; it was the home of someone who was just as lost as Henry himself felt. A space made entirely out of necessity rather than be made to feel like an actual home. It reminded him of his years after the foster system, before he had met his late wife, where he had had nothing of that old life worth keeping. Anything he had gained afterwards had been destroyed by the fire that took his wife and daughter three years ago, and after that he had just never bothered to start over (it wouldn’t bring them back and honestly they were all Henry wanted, not materialistic things).

As Logan led him through the kitchen toward the open den, Henry wondered what kind of past the man must have had, wondered if he too was an orphan looking for a place to belong.

“Here it is.” Logan stated with a flourish of his hand and ultimately cutting Henry out of his thoughts.

His eyes roved over the small space, at the neat and tidy desk underneath the window and the wall lined with more bookshelves and books and a single three-drawer filing cabinet.

“Sorry, I know it’s not much… doesn’t even have a door.”

Henry’s eyes cut to the older man just as he saw his good hand go to scratch behind his ear (a nervous tick he’d come to realize early on in the week). “No, it’s perfect,” He reassured as he walked around the opened room; envisioning where his stuff would fit. “I don’t really need that much space anyway.” he moved back to the opened archway and gave the man a small smile. “And privacy can be fixed with a curtain,”

“Does that mean you accept my offer?”

“If you don’t mind me for a roommate, than yeah, I’ll take it.”

(***)

A little over one month since his move into the neighborhood, and not once did Henry regret his decision (well, maybe a little; after all, Victoria Belfrey and her daughter are a force to be reckoned with… and good god did those two give him a headache sometimes). He genuinely liked it here; he liked most of the quirky people and he could clearly see why the neighborhood was worth trying to save. He also found rooming with Logan to be better than he originally expected. Sure they had their moments (like the kitchen incident that nearly gave the detective an aneurysm, or how scarily grumpy Logan could get when he’s had a bad day at the station), but their camaraderie was easy going between them, and for once after three years, Henry felt like he had a true friend again.

It was because of this easy camaraderie that Henry and Logan, one Saturday morning, found themselves planning a Star Wars marathon and arguing over the order in which to watch it (“They’re my movies, Rogers!” “And it’s my TV, Mills.”).

Somehow Henry won the argument, which found Logan sitting on the couch with the large popcorn bowl settled on the middle cushion and a beer in his hand, while Henry squatted down in front of their combined movie collection to find the first disk.

As he skimmed the neatly ordered DVDs for the one he wanted, his finger froze on a particular title and could barely contain the Cheshire cat grin as he pulled it out and pivoted to face the detective.

“The Princess Bride: Special Edition.”

Logan scowled and pointed his finger at him as he defended. “Shove off, mate, it’s a good book and a good movie; leave it alone.”

The grin on Henry’s face turned impish as he pivoted back and added as he went, “As you wish.”

The couch pillow thrown at his back did nothing to curb his mirth.

(***)

It was almost three months after his move to Hyperion Heights, that Henry managed to work the nerve enough (more like getting the quadrant that was Roni, Logan, Sabine and Lucy to shut up, and to stop hounding him to try and move on and be happy) to ask Jacinda on a date.

Glancing at himself in the hallway mirror, and trying to ignore the grinning idiot leaning against the wall a few paces behind him; he felt the bubbling of nerves roiling in his stomach as he finally turned to face his roommate.

“You’ll be fine,” Logan soothed with the utmost confidence. “You didn’t have any problems when you were flirting with her, one date isn’t going to kill you, mate. Just be yourself.”

“Yeah, be myself.” Henry snorted and rubbed his sweating palms against his jean clad thighs. “Cause any girl would swoon at a failed writer, a widowed husband, and a nerd for all things 80’s, Star Wars, Harry Potter, or Tolkien related.”

“Henry,” Logan stepped forward than, placing his hand and prosthetic firmly on his shoulders as he earnestly stated. “You’ve told Jacinda all of this already and yet she still accepted to go to this concert with you. So cut yourself a little slack, give her a little more credit than that, and go out tonight and have fun.”

(***)

It was almost six months after his move, and during one of their covert meet ups at the bar, when Henry felt a little friendly revenge against Roni and Logan was in order (because dear god, if they didn’t stop and take their own damn advice, he was going to go crazy… or take Roni’s bat and beat himself or them with it… really, he wasn’t picky).

It hadn’t been long after his and Jacinda’s first—or even their second— date that Jacinda decided enough was enough and it was time to try and win custody of her daughter back from her step mother. Detective Weaver had recommended a Lawyer from Spokane, and ever since Kevin Adams stepped foot into Roni’s bar, the two had done nothing but snark at each other.

Within the same month, a missing person’s case had popped up that apparently Weaver thought required the work of a sketch artist from Walla Walla… or so Logan kept griping to him to no freaking end. Honestly, Henry thought Danielle (or Dani as she asked to be called) a rather nice woman, maybe a little too bubbly and Chatty Cathy at times, but if Logan was to be believed than she was the worst woman he had ever had the displeasure to work with.

Yeah… right…

Denial, she is a river, and both of them are currently drowning at the bottom of it.

“So,” He began innocently around a mouthful of pizza. “When are you both going to stop pussy-footing around and ask Dani and Kevin out?”

The soda Logan was drinking and the pizza Roni was currently chewing, both ended up spat out on the table and floor, and the word vomit that followed as they tried to deny it had Henry rolling his eyes so hard he was surprised that they didn’t just roll right out of his head.

“Uh-huh,” putting his slice back down on his plate, he folded his arms across his chest and stared them both down, feeling for all the world like the no nonsense father he should have been to the daughter that would have been thirteen now. “Guys, I’m not stupid… and the last I checked my vision was perfect, so not blind either.” He cut them off before they could rush to deny it any farther. “If I have to sit here and watch you two continue with this charade a moment longer, I will either be checking myself in somewhere or Detective Weaver will have not one but three missing person’s cases to contend with.”

They didn’t try to feed him any more bullshit after that, which he was grateful for, because seriously there was only so much a person can take.

And if he caught his roommate dressed (rather nicely) in a blue button up shirt, black iron pressed slacks, and trying to rush past him and out the door before Henry could say a word with a bouquet of pink and yellow roses in hand.

Well… he could only thank whatever deity listening for small miracles.

(***)

It’s at elven months since his move, that Henry felt for all the world a content man. Jacinda had won her battle against her step-mother, and Lucy had become a constant presence in the apartment, especially since he had offered to watch her after school while Jacinda worked. He loved Lucy and her precocious nature, found her imagination beyond incredible for an elven year old and even began to look forward to hearing her crazy theories about them being cursed.

Sometimes they would be alone, with him helping her with her homework and other times Logan would be there, smiling and humoring her and her theories like they all had agreed to do.

It was during one of these nights, after Jacinda and Lucy had eaten dinner with them and left, that Logan’s curiosity had gotten the better of him. They were in the kitchen, Henry washing the dishes while his roommate dried them, that Logan broke the comfortable silence.

“Who does she think I am?”

“Huh?” Henry glanced over with a brow raised.

“Lucy,” he elaborated. “With her theories, who does she think I am? She never tells me when I ask.”

Henry snorted out a chuckle as he handed over the plate and proceeded washing the next one while answering. “Captain Hook.”

“You’re kidding.” The dry look Henry gave him caused him to roll his eyes. “It’s the hand isn’t it?”

“Probably,” Henry shrugged. “Or it could be the fact that she thinks you’re my dad.”

“What?” Logan froze mid swipe with the towel and Henry could practically feel the man’s eyes burning his profile.

“Yeah, crazy, I know.”

“Mate, if she is to be believed and you are my son; I would have had you when I was 11…”

They both chuckled at that.

“Again, crazy, I know.”

They went back to the comfortable silence as they worked, but the occasional contemplative side eye he would catch Logan giving him in his peripheral as they cleaned up the rest of the kitchen, eventually had Henry turning to stare blatantly at the man’s profile with an eyebrow raised in question.

“Do I have barbeque sauce on my face or something?”

Startled, Logan shifted his attention away from the stove top he was wiping down, and met his eyes with that contemplative expression still in place.

“No, you’re fine.” He distractedly answered.

“Than what’s on your mind? And don’t tell me nothing; you’ve been staring at me off and on for the past five minutes?”

“I was just thinking.”

The other brow rose to meet its twin as he deadpanned. “Clearly,”

Logan rolled his eyes and elaborated. “I was thinking about what you said, about who Lucy thinks I am.”

“Logan, none of that is real.”

“No, I know that… but—now that it’s been said, I can’t help but see it. Hell, Henry you can’t tell me that you can’t see it, not even a little bit.”

Henry tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at him; his eyebrows practically at his hairline now.

“We do look a little alike, mate; long lost cousins or brothers or something. I mean you do kinda have my chin, our noses are almost similar and the brow structure too…” he trailed off.

With a snort, Henry joked. “You’ve been hanging out with Dani too much, you’re even starting to sound like a sketch artist.”

“Shut up,”

He dodged and caught the wet rag thrown at him, before tossing it back; both chuckling at the ridiculousness of it all as they finished up and moved to the couch to see what was on TV.

Expect, as the days and weeks progressed (and Weaver shockingly adopted two pre-teen girls from Aberdeen that looked eerily like Dani and Logan), Henry found that he couldn’t stop thinking about it too (no matter how hard he tried to shake the insane notion from his head each and every time it sprung back into the forefront of his thoughts).

He’d often catch himself staring at Logan when the older man was distracted and—illogically enough as it was—could practically see what the other man was talking about.

It was crazy.

It wasn’t conceivable.

But damn it all if Logan wasn’t right.

They did share the same freaking chin, and though his nose was a bit larger than Logan’s, it was the same freaking shape.

Maybe he needed to check himself in somewhere after all…

(***)

Sixteen months after moving to Hyperion Heights, the curse was broken.

It had been an emotionally exhausting week beforehand, with Lucy suddenly falling into a coma that the doctors couldn’t medically explain. Jacinda had rightfully been beside herself with worry, and all Henry could feel was the crushing feeling of losing another loved one… another child. It had been the very reason why he didn’t like opening up, didn’t like taking these leaps of faith when it came to his heart and feelings. Yet he had stupidly allowed himself to get close to all these people, and stupidly thought he could have a second chance at a family, but those dreams had gone up in flames the first time and now plummeted back down from the stars a second time with the flat lining of the heart monitor as Jacinda brokenly wailed her heartache.

He didn’t feel the hand of his roommate trying to console him as he numbly watched Jacinda break down in the waiting room they had been forcibly moved too when the doctors came swarming into the room. Didn’t hear the words being spoken as Jacinda fought and then bonelessly collapsed in Sabine and Roni’s arms; her wails gut wrenching and shredding his already scarred heart to pieces. The flood of his emotions and his own tears didn’t come until after the doctor told them that their precious, precocious little Lucy was truly and utterly gone, that the defibrillator failed to restart her heart.

It was Logan who caught him when his legs refused to hold his weight any longer, when the world suddenly came crushing down around him and nothing felt right anymore. And it was Logan who helped him into the chair; the warm presence of his roommates hand at the back of his neck guiding his head to lean on his broad shoulder. And he took the comfort and sobbed for all he was worth. Sobbed for the loss of the wife and daughter he had had to bare losing and moving on from all on his own, sobbed for Jacinda and how much she didn’t deserve to know the gut wrenching pain that losing a child brought, sobbed for Lucy who had been robbed of her own dreams, who had been robbed the chance to live and grow.

His heart hurt as he followed Jacinda into the room to say goodbye, the tears blurring his vision at seeing the white sheet lying over Lucy’s little body; so final in its position that it made him want to collapse all over again. But he couldn’t, he had to be strong for Jacinda as he was the one to hold her upright as they moved toward the bed.

Her sobs as she pulled back the sheet to view her daughters pale face tore at him even more, her words a broken, jumbled mess as she climbed onto the bed and wept onto her daughters unmoving chest.

Running on autopilot, Henry’s feet moved of their own accord; one hand going to Jacinda’s shaking back and the other to card the bangs off of Lucy’s forehead.

“I’m sorry Lucy, I’m so, so sorry.” He whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her crown.

The whoosh of wind startled him and before he could right himself to wonder where it came from, the overwhelming flood of memories came next; slamming everything back into place and causing the air to deflate right out of his lungs. The watery, startled gasp from Ella (his wife, his true love) told him she remembered too, but it was the choked rush of life from his daughter, his daughter (his beautiful and very much alive little girl, his other true love), that was bloody music to his ears and heart.

“Papa? Mama?” she wheezed out as her eyes foggily and confusedly took them and her surroundings in.

“Baby!”

Everything was alright.

Everything in the world was right again.

(***)

The moment Lucy was cleared to leave; the overdue reunion of their family came afterwards. The battle was far from over; not with Tremaine and Drizella currently in hiding and no one knowing where they had run off too, but they were together again, and at the moment that was enough for them all as they celebrated at the bar that had been his adoptive mother’s home for the last eighteen months.

Henry had his wife and daughter back, his half-sisters, both his mothers, both his step-fathers and his grandfather. To say he was over the moon would have been an understatement as the din of fairytale characters and his family filled the industrial styled establishment.

It was all so overwhelming still that he had to take a seat at one of the tables; simply content to watch as he sipped at his beer. Killian soon joined him with his own glass, rum he was sure now that the man remembered who he was, and the thought of step-fathers in general had his mind venturing to their conversation once again.

It must have been on Killian’s mind as well because before either knew what they were truly doing, they were starting at one another, eyes narrowed and the rim of their drinks to their lips as they tried to see what apparently their cursed selves had been able to see.

“Man, I hope this is the last curse we ever have to face. I’ve lost count at how many cursed memories we’ve had forced into our heads at this point.” Emma groaned, yet her arrival didn’t completely break their staring contest as she dropped into the chair next to Killian; her eyes not yet looking at either of them but at her daughters who were laughing along with Lucy near the corner of the bar. She blindly but efficiently snatched her husband’s glass out of his hand and downed the last shot of the dark amber that was left as she continued. “Seriously though, can you imagine the identity crisis we’ll have in our old age if we get Alzheimer’s?” Finally glancing over at them, and realizing she had neither her son nor her husband’s attention, she raised an eyebrow and asked with trepidation. “What’s up with you two? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah love,” Killian briefly met Emma’s eyes, before he was squinting back at Henry as he continued. “Apparently while cursed, and thanks to our lovely granddaughter, the two of us got it into our heads that we were blood related; something about seeing similarities in our features and what have you.”

Blinking once than twice, Emma’s eyes bounced from one to the other, before she was tilting her head and squinting at them as well. Satisfied with what she saw, she nodded to herself, shrugged, and stated. “I can see it, especially when you wear your hair like this and stop shaving.” She grinned and chuckled and leaned forward to ruffle her son’s gel slicked hair, which Henry swatted away with a scowl as he tried to fix it back into place.

However her statement only proceeded to have them squint even harder at each other, and Emma could do nothing more than laugh at her first two goofy true loves.

As the celebrations began to die down and people started heading home, Henry and Killian simply shrugged and let it go as they hugged each other goodbye for the night (each having every intention of spending this night with their loved ones).

“Well,” Killian began softly. “Blood related or not, you’re still my son Henry; always have been, my boy.”

The smile that stretched Henry’s face, nearly threatened to split his skin from ear to ear as he replied just as softly but no less sincerely. “Thanks, dad.”

And if they hugged each other just a little tighter and their eyes shone just a little brighter with emotion, no one that witnessed the moment commented on it.

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