#now we just need neal/bae to marry emma and be a dad for henry and then itll all be good

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Late but here. Comments thoughts and pics from 2x14 and 2x15!

He looks so excited to have been called for the front and I know it's gonna be terrible. Milah is actually nice here.

ITS BAE!!!! ITS NEAL!!!!! HENRY IS NEAL'S DAD!@ I MEAN NEAL IS HENRY'S DAD!!!! RUMPLE IS A POP POP!

Also again rumple wearing socks matching his tie is so cute.

Now I'm imagining henry getting him gag ties and socks to match.

What are you bitches up to? Hook included.

I'm just SCREAMING !!!!!!!!!!!

One of my favorite screen grabs "you left me amd let me go to jail because Pinocchio told you to??!"

EMMA SWAN YOU TELL HIM RIGHT NOW!!!

Yes Snow! You lay it down for your daughter!

UNKNOWN GRAMPY AND GRANDSON BONDING TIME. BESTOW THE WISDOM POP POP

Yeah fucking right rumple. Sing that tune now.

The seer's look is cool but the eye hands freaked me out.

I'm going to be a father?

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[hannahhook7744]

You're getting what?!

Genere: fanfiction.

Summary: Neal never died but he's not with Emma, and he finds out about Rumbelle. How he reacts is not what anyone expected. There will be a part 2 of him talking with Belle. And a part 3 of him talking with Rumple again about the issues discussed down below.

Requested by: @pissedoffatouat

Hope you all enjoy. It's a bit short.

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Neal choked on his drink. He was having a 'nice' family dinner with his father, son, and Belle. Rumple clapped his back, trying to get him air while Belle and Henry, who was 11 going on 12, looked on in concern. He gasped as he was finally able to breath again and choked "you're getting what?!"

Henry, unaware of his father's shock and slightly distressed state, answered him while beaming "They're getting married! Isn't it great dad? Belle's gonna be my grandma and your stepmom!" Belle choked on her drink at the statement and smiled slightly "let's just stick to Belle for now" She looked at Rumple and Neal nervously, before looking at Henry. "Hey Henry, why don't we go get ice cream while your dad and grandfather talk?"

Neal made a move to protest but his dad and son were much quicker than him "that's a great idea Belle" Rumple said smiling warily "okay!" Henry said at the same time, running off to get his shoes and jacket with Belle in toe-- leaving the father-son duo to stare at eachother in awkward silence as Belle and Henry got ready.

Niether spoke until they heard the front door slam shut. "Bae, I know this is a shock to you" Rumple started, only to be cut off by Neal snorting humorlessly "one, it's Neal. 2, ya think?!" He got up, wanting to be anywhere but here as several Thoughts ran through his head. His heart was racing and his eyes were watering, and his head was spinning.

His papa was getting married. To a woman who wasn't much older than himself. His papa was finally gonna have his happy ending but Neal couldn't be happy for him. Not when the little voice in the back of his head kept using his own fears against him. Once his papa had another kid, what would he need him for? He was the product of an unhappy marriage-- this baby would be the product of a happy one with a woman who wouldn't leave it. His papa would surely forget all about him and Henry when that happened and he'd be alone again. Oh God, he couldn't breathe.

Neal suddenly felt lightheaded as the world began to spin around him. He couldn't breath, no matter how much he gasped and tried to get air in. Why couldn't he breathe? Black dots started to cloud his vision and his eyes began to water as his legs gave out from under him. Blood was rushing in his ears as he felt hands on him, causing him to thrash.

"Bae? Bae?! Baelfire?! You need to breath" Neal heard as he struggled to calm down. He felt a pair of arms wrap around him "I-I can't--" he choked. "Yes you can. Come on, focus " Neal could feel something wet sliding down his face. When had he started crying? He tried not to focus too hard on that as he got his breathing back under his control. "That's it. You got it. Shhh, it's okay" Rumple said softly, rubbing Neal's back gently-- hugging him close. "Very good"

"I'm sorry" he rasped, burying his face in his father's shoulder. "Don't be. It's okay. Just relax. Relax" Gold repeated, rubbing his son's back-- utterly confused about what would cause such a reaction. "What was all that about?" The older man asked concerned. "Don't worry about it. It won't happen again. I just have to go get some shut eye" Neal said, brushing off his father's concern as he stood up-- shaking.

His dad pushed him back in his chair as soon as he stood up. "Not yet you aren't. We need to talk about this" Rumple said sternly, summoning him a bottle of water, which he gladly took. "No we don't " Neal replied, downing the water. "Baelfire" Rumple said warningly. "Fine" he sighed-- too tired to argue, running a hand through his hair. "Talk"

"What happened?" Was the first question out of Rumplestiltskin's mouth. He had never seen anything like that happen with his son before and he didn't want to feel as helpless as he had this time if it ever happened again. "Panic attack " Neal replied, arms crossed staring at the wall; he was grouchy, tired, and would rather be anywhere else at the moment. "Is this the first one you've ever had?" The dark one asked concerned, eyebrows furrowed. "No. I've had them before. Thought I was over them"

"Have you been to therapy for it? Gotten any medication or potions that could help?" Rumple knew he shouldn't be pushing his son but he was worried and wanted to know if his son was getting help or not. "No, no, and no" Neal answered exhausted, knowing that his father would find out if he wasn't truthful. "Why not?" Gold asked indignantly, concerned for his son's health.

"Because a broke teenager on the run with no knowledge of the land without magic can't exactly waltz into a psychiatry office and expect to be given a free appointment " Neal replied snarkily, trying not to slip back into those memories. "Oh" was all Rumple could say as guilt overcame him once again. He should have never chosen power over his son; Baelfire wouldn't have suffered as greatly had he not done so.

Neal sighed seeing the look on his face "papa, it's fine. That was a long time ago and I'm okay now" he tried to sound reassuring, but he was still out of breath. "No it's not. It's not fine now and it wasn't then. You need help, Neal, and you can get it now-- I'll pay for it" Rumple insisted. "Papa, you don't have to do that--" Neal tried to protest, only to get cut off. "Yes I do. I'm your father, It's my job and it's about time I start doing it again"

Neal smiled weakly at that, before thinking about it. His father clearly wasn't gonna drop the issue now that he knew about it and he wouldn't put it past his father to get Henry or even Killian involved to get him to agree to go. Not to mention that it would be nice to get some of the weight off his shoulders-- something he hadn't been able to do since he and Emma were together. Plus it was nice to see that his father did care about him and his health still despite the fact that he was getting married. "Okay. I will" Rumple smiled and rubbed his back "Atta boy"

[justanoutlawfic]

My Father’s Mistakes: Swanfire Ficlet

@sassyandclassy94 prompted: Somethin’ SwanFire! With an EC setting maybe? 

Takes place in the Wish Realm, my account of Swanfire’s romance.

Also on AO3

Baelfire sat in the shed, sharpening his sword. He could hear footsteps coming behind him, they sound rushed. He gripped the base of his sword, ready to fight if needed. He rose to his feet, spinning around quickly. He instantly backed down when he saw David standing there. While the prince was nice, he couldn’t help but be a bit afraid of him, who wouldn’t? The entire kingdom was scandalized by the fact that Bae had knocked up the 17 year old princess. He was only a year older, but neither were married. David and Snow had taken it better than most royal parents would, but it was still a pretty awkward situation.

 “It’s time,” David said, ignoring the fact that his future grandchild’s father had nearly taken off his face.

“What?”

“Emma’s in labor.”

“Oh…” Baelfire froze in spot. “Are you…are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am.” David laughed when he still didn’t move and clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on, you’re not going to want to miss this.”

 Baelfire slowly followed him out, his mind racing. It had been 9 long months of talking and figuring stuff out, now the moment had finally arrived. Despite decorating the nursery and going over names with Emma, he couldn’t believe that his child was coming.

 “Scary, huh?” David asked, as they walked back towards the castle.

“You can tell?”

“Even if it wasn’t obvious, I’ve been in your shoes when Emma was born.”

“Right. I’m just…I’m worried about screwing everything up.”

“You won’t. I’ve seen you with the subjects of this kingdom, Baelfire. You can do this.”

“That’s different than with my own child.”

 He had to stop himself from telling David that he was worried about repeating past mistakes. No one knew that his father was the Dark One that they kept locked up. He had saved Emma from Neverland after she had been abducted so Pan could get riches from the king and queen. As a reward, they had made him a knight. It didn’t take long before he heard rumors of the “beast” they kept in the prison. One night on duty confirmed it. He decided that night that he could never tell them. They’d either banish him or take pity and let him out, so they could reunite. Baelfire couldn’t take that risk. So, just as he had told the Darlings, he was an orphan as far as Snow White’s kingdom was concerned.

 Baelfire couldn’t be like his father, or his mother for that matter. He wasn’t going to leave this baby. He wasn’t going to turn to the darkness or ever make his child afraid of him. It was easy to be good to Emma, but he was so scared of letting his child down.

 He entered Emma’s chambers and found her gripping her mother’s hand. Doc was knelt before her, coaching her through a contraction. Snow was dabbing Emma’s forehead with her free hand, assuring her that everything was going to be okay. No matter what anyone said about her ruling style, no one could doubt that Snow White was a good mother. Most queens would’ve sent their daughter away for 9 months. Snow hadn’t sugarcoated how hard it would be, but she had stuck by their sides, promising that she could help.

 “I found him,” David said.

Emma looked up, her face in pure pain as she looked over at Baelfire. Once the contraction passed, her face calmed a bit. “You’re here,” she breathed.

“Where else would I be?” Baelfire asked. He moved to her other side and got her hand. “So, this is really it?”

“Either that or I have really bad stomachache.”

Baelfire snorted, kissing her temple. “I’m sure you’re doing great.”

“She is, we’re already almost there,” Snow said. “I can’t wait to meet my granddaughter or grandson. Of course we’d have known if you used that necklace…”

Emma rolled her eyes. “I wanted it to be a surprise, Mommy.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

 Baelfire stayed by Emma’s side the entire time. The labor progressed quickly, with Emma breaking and beginning to scream halfway through it. Baelfire was sure that he’d never be able to use his sword hand the same again, but he’d do it all again when he heard Doc announce…

 “It’s a boy.”

 Emma’s breathing was still labored as she looked up at Bae, tears of joys in her eyes.

“A boy.”

“I know.” He had to blink his own away. “We have a son.”

“You’re a dad.”

“You’re a mom.”

Doc chuckled from his spot, the wailing baby in his arms. “Dad, would you like to cut the cord.”

 Baelfire snapped out of it and walked over, getting a look at his baby. He was covered in gunk, but he was somehow still mesmerized. With David and Doc’s direction, he managed to cut the cord and wrapped him in the blanket that Granny had knitted. Baelfire placed him on Emma’s chest and he sat beside her, kissing the top of her head.

 “Hey there,” Emma said, adjusting him as he cried. “He’s so…so…”

“Red and screaming?”

“Hush. He’s perfect.” She kissed his forehead. “Aren’t you, Henry?”

Snow softly smiled from her new spot, she was now leaning against David, crying. “Henry?”

“From what you told me, without him, we wouldn’t have been able to stop the queen. He was always so nice to me growing up…it just makes sense.”

 Seeing Henry in Emma’s arms, Neal made a vow. He’d be by his son’s side, no matter what.

 Sadly, he wasn’t his own father and he couldn’t see the future. In just two weeks-time, there’d be a battle. He’d die defending the kingdom, leaving his son fatherless, just as his own had left him.