#sweet sweet fluff

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Author: @cunninghamchrissie Rating/Warning: General, referenced ED Chapter Count: 1/1 Description: eddie learns that chrissy’s never had mexican food before. Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, Eddie is a sweetie, Chrissy is just a bby, fluff, sweet sweet fluff, drabble Eddie POV, one-shot, status: completed

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A Promise Is A Promise

Pairing: Tommy x Rose (OC)

Summary: Just a sleepy Sunday morning for the couple.

Length: 262 words (allegedly)

Warnings: None.

A/N: It’s actually really funny how I can lie on so many levels? Like not only am I writing on the blog and writing for Peaky, I’m also writing for Rose. Actually incredible. But I can’t say no to inspiration. Mayhaps the freedom I gave myself to stop actually gave me room to get inspired. 

Rose Taglist: @amysteryspot​ ; @sighonahurricane

Tommy looked down at her, curled into his side and resting peacefully. This was the dream he strived for, the one he worked hard to keep alive- Rose getting a good night's rest right next to him. He had to remind himself of that, or he'd never be able to get up for work. Tommy moved as gently as he could, but Rose was one step ahead as with most things in life. 

"No," she mumbled. 

Her arm slid over Tommy's waist, anchoring him to their bed. He chuckled softly and watched her face that was already glowing from the faint light peeking through the curtains. 

"I have to go to work."

"No. It's Sunday. Stay here." 

Tommy pause. It was a compelling argument or an argument at all. Yet, he was easily swayed. He took a breath and leaned down instead, placing a soft kiss on her lips before laying back down. 

"Okay." 

"You won't leave?"

"I won't." 

"Promise." 

Tommy looked down at her again. Rose's eyes were still closed, and her head was shifting to lay on his chest. 

"I promise."

He must have dozed off because when his eyes opened again, the room was bright, and Rose was now the one observing him with sleepy eyes from her place on his chest. 

"I do need a cigarette. So I'll need to,"

"No," she stopped him defiantly, closing her eyes again. "You promised." 

Tommy chuckled and leaned down to kiss her forehead. 

"You're stubborn this morning."

"I just like having you here, just like this." 

"I know, I know. Me too."

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Breakfast in Bed

Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 1042

Summary: Having forgotten your anniversary the day before, Dean scrambles to make it up to you by cooking you breakfast. 

Notes: I would die for Dean to cook for me. Anyone else? I wanted to try some pure fluff for my boy in between the dark pieces, so I hope you guys like it! Let me know if you want to see more.

And thank all of you for 2,500 followers! I can hardly believe how much this crazy little family has grown and I love all of you so so much! 

Special shout out to my amazing beta reader Sarah, @suckmysupernatural​ . I love her so much and honestly, she’s helped me so much in getting these imagines out for you and she has some absolutely killer writing of her own!

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He got up earlier than usual on a Sunday. Way earlier than usual. Dean scrambled out of bed, careful to not make a sound so that he didn’t wake you up. He snuck his way to the garage and revved Baby to life. Even the car seemed too tired, sputtering slightly as he pulled out onto the road. 

“You and me both, Baby.” He muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The fatigue was his punishment for forgetting. 

He drove to the 24-hour mart in town and spent half an hour trying to find everything he needed while the teenager at the checkout counter played bad pop music over the speakers. At least it helped wake him up. He got back to the impala with arms full of groceries just as the sun peaked out over the horizon. 

“Crap.” He muttered, carrying his keys in his mouth since his hands were full. He would have to hurry if he wanted the surprise to work. 

When he got back to the bunker, he tried to move as quietly as possible, hustling around the kitchen to begin preparing the food. He downed a cup of coffee, desperately in need of  caffeine. He started with the muffins- which he had absolutely no idea how to make. You had been talking about how much you craved these apple cinnamon muffin things that you used to get at a bakery when you were kid, so he was trying his best to replicate that. Once he thought that the batter looked somewhat right, he put them in the oven. 

It was when the smell of bacon wafted down the hall that Sam wandered into the kitchen, still in his pajamas. 

“Dean?” He yawned, surprised to find his brother so up and about this early. “What are you doing up?” Dean ran a hand down his face, unknowingly leaving a streak of flour on his nose. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He turned the bacon over and started ladling the pancake batter into another skillet. “I’m making Y/N breakfast.” Sam’s eyebrows knitted together. 

“This seems like a lot, Dean.” It was also making a total mess of the countertop. 

“Yeah, well, I kind of have something to make up for.” He grumbled, pouring himself another cup of coffee as well as one for Sam. Sam frowned. 

“What did you do?”

“You remember how Y/N was all irritated and moody yesterday?” Sam just blinked at him so Dean continued. “It was our anniversary.” 

“You forgot your anniversary?” Sam shouted and Dean quickly shushed him. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Dean, even I knew it was your anniversary!”

“Why the hell do you know that?” 

“It’s kind of hard to forget the day that Dean Winchester met his match.” His younger brother smirked. Dean rolled his eyes. “Do you really think that’s what she was upset about? I mean, Y/N isn’t really the kind of person to get worked up over something like that.” 

“I don’t know, Sam. But things are different now.” Dean sighed, leaning against the counter and getting even more spilled batter on his hands. Sam gave him an amused smile. 

“And you can’t think of any other reason why your wife might be irritable and moody?” Now it was Dean’s turn to look confused, his blank stare almost making Sam laugh. “Nevermind.” Sam examined everything, taking stock of what he would probably be stealing some of for his breakfast later. “Are you making muffins and pancakes?”

“The woman wants carbs, Sam!” Dean exclaimed. Sam snickered and took a sip of coffee. Dean glared at him as he took the muffins out of the oven and set them aside to cool. “Look, since you’re in here, you can flip the pancakes while I cook the eggs.” Sam shook his head, laughing. 

“No way, man. This is your own mess to take care of.” He snagged a muffin before retreating down the hall to his room. 

“Sam!” Dean yelled after him before cursing himself for raising his voice. He begrudgingly tore off a chunk of one of the hot muffins and popped it in his mouth. He shrugged happily. “Not bad, Winchester.” 

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You didn’t wake up until you felt a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your husband stood over you with an anxious smile, holding a tray piled with more food than you had ever seen on one plate. You sat up, rubbing your eyes to make sure this wasn’t a dream or something. Dean set the tray on your lap and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Morning baby.” He greeted happily. You eyed him suspiciously. 

“What did you do?” There was no way he just made you a giant breakfast out of the blue. Dean laughed nervously. 

“I have to have a reason to cook for my beautiful wife?” You raised an eyebrow and he sighed. “Okay, okay, I felt bad about yesterday so I decided to make up for it by making you breakfast in bed. You know, like normal couples do.” You looked taken aback. 

“Felt bad? Why would you feel bad?” Dean looked at you. 

“Because I forgot…” He motioned with hands, but you still didn’t get it. “Our anniversary!” You tilted your head. 

“That was yesterday?” 

“I thought that’s why you were upset!” He exclaimed. “You were all moody and you wouldn’t talk to me at all and-” You burst out laughing and Dean’s confusion grew. 

“Dean, honey,” You spoke through wheezing breaths. “I’m four months pregnant.” You put a hand on your stomach. He exhaled heavily, feeling pretty ridiculous now. 

“Right.” Of course Sam was right. You weren’t the type to freak about something like an anniversary. Still, he was kind of upset that you had forgotten completely. He sat down on the bed next to you and grabbed the fork off the trey. 

“Isn’t this supposed to be my breakfast?” You scoffed. He cut a hunk out of the stack of pancakes and shoved it in his mouth. Damn, he was a good cook. 

“Hey, you forgot our anniversary.” He shrugged, giving you a victorious grin. You shook your head and pulled your wonderful, if not sometimes aggravating, husband in for a kiss.

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[headfulloffantasy]

Smile for me

Part 2 of Patch me up

No disclaimers, just mentions of past injuries and a lot of sap ;)

“Nines, can’t you tell me where we’re going?”

“No. It’s gonna be a surprise.” The doctor only smiled as he turned the car off the main road and onto a small gravel path.

“Seriously, I’m starting to feel kidnapped.” Gavin grumbled, but his heart beat in anticipation. It was the first time leaving the hospital since … since that incident with the drug dealers and the fresh summery wind coming into the car through the slightly opened window felt amazing in his hair.

“Maybe I am.” Nines winked at him, causing the Detective’s heart to skip a beat.

“Oh nooo, someone save me,” he replied in a monotonous voice, but with an audible smile.

Nines just threw him a warm glance and reached out to take his partner’s hand, raising it up to his mouth and pressing a quick kiss on the back.

Gavin felt a traitorous blush expand over his face at the tender gesture. He still wasn’t used to someone treating him like Nines did, who somehow managed to be gentle and at the same time didn’t touch him like he was made of glass. The medical was the only person he didn’t feel pitied by and his presence wasn’t making him miserable. When everyone else had tip toed around him, trying to avoid upsetting the injured man, Nines had stayed and told him his honest opinions. And when the Detective’s emotions had boiled over from frustration over being bed-stricken for months, he had fought with him. Gavin still had to smile at the image of the doc dodging the pudding cup flying towards his face, that horrible hospital food hitting the wall and splattering all over the wallpaper. But the most important thing was that he had stayed, even after being attacked with desert. He had held Gavin in his arms as the Detective bawled his eyes out from the constant pain of his healing wounds straining his nerves, he had stayed at the hospital overnight so Gavin wouldn’t be alone, even crawling into that uncomfortably small bed to soothe the nightmares the Detective jolted out of from time to time.

Looking to the side, Gavin let his gaze rest on the man that had sat next to his bed day and night over the last few months, watching over him and talking to Gavin even in his coma. Nines’ voice was the only thing he remembered from those weeks right after the operation. It had been his anchor in that time of fever dreams and blackness.

“Alright, there we are.”

The Detective’s head turned around to look at where they had come to a halt. Outside the car stretched a wide patch of grass before the ground ultimately fell down a small cliff. The setting sun glowed over the horizon, painting the sky a variety of orange and pink colours.

When Gavin turned back and was about to say something, Nines had already left his seat and rummaged around in the trunk of the car. He walked past his partner’s door with an arm full of stuff before stretching out a blanket on top of the cliff and setting down a seemingly heavy basket next to it. Was … was this a picnic? At 9 pm?

The doctor came back and opened the door to the passenger seat where Gavin still sat with big eyes.

“You’re not serious right now, are you?”

Nines just laughed and reached down to put one arm beneath his former patient’s knees, the other behind his back. Right. Being carried always was a grim reminder that Gavin still wasn’t strong enough to walk on his own, but as soon as he was lifted out of the car, he felt a pair of lips on his temple.

“Stop frowning. You will be able to do everything on your own in a few months.”

The Detective held onto his partner’s neck and threw him an annoyed look while Nines pushed the door close with his elbow.

“You a mind reader now?”

“No, just know you enough to guess what that pout means.”

Gavin hid the small twitch around the edges of his mouth by leaning over Nines’ shoulder as he was carried to the blanket. On one side it felt great to be held by those strong arms, but on the other it always brought home the fact that the Detective himself felt like he wasn’t able to lift more than a penny. Even earlier, when the doctor had picked Gavin up from his room with a wheelchair, it had made him uncomfortable.

Nines set him down before slipping behind him.

“I just hate how weak I am at the moment.”

“Gosh, you must be the most impatient patient I’ve ever had,” the medical chuckled behind him, a warm sound rumbling from his chest while he opened the basket to pull out some candles. Gavin watched as he lit them with a small lighter.

“I’m a Detective, I can’t stand being useless.”

Nines put down the last candle around the blanket, the expression on his face turning serious all of a sudden when he looked up at his partner.

“You’re not useless, Gavin. Goddammit, you barely escaped death. It’s normal for that to take a while to heal.”

The doctor’s eyes fell to Gavin’s stomach where he knew to be band aids under a loose shirt, covering slowly healing bullet wounds and the cuts of the operation he had performed himself. The Detective’s stomach contracted at the thought of how he must have looked that night. He himself hadn’t witnessed a lot of it, but he knew that it had been Nines sewing him back together. By now his broken ribs had grown together again, but he still earned several scars and a metal plate on the back of his skull as it had been cracked like a nut. A pierced lung, internal bleeding and an abdominal trauma. All those horrors reflected in Nines’ eyes as he stared at his lover’s body, reminding Gavin that he hadn’t been the only one suffering. In Nines place, he would have gone crazy.

“I know.” The Detective skidded closer and intertwined their fingers. “Thanks to you. Without you, I wouldn’t be here anymore.”

Those ice blue eyes jumped up to his, filled with anxiety, while he leaned his forehead against the doctor’s.

“I don’t know what I would have done if you had died under my hands,” Nines whispered.

“Stop thinking about it. You saved me, Nines. In more than one way. I owe you my life.”

Gavin closed the space between them and laid his lips on his lover’s as gentle as possible. The touch was soft and reassuring, conveying everything the Detective didn’t find the words for. When they leaned back, both of them wore a small smile.

“So, will you tell me what all of this is?” Gavin asked and gestured towards the basket and the candles.

“I still owed you a date, didn’t I?” Nines smirked at him as Gavin settled between his legs, back leaned against the medical’s chest.

“You don’t owe me shit, Nines,” the Detective replied, pressing a quick kiss to his partner’s cheek though without trying to hide his happiness.

“I promised you and I will keep that promise.”

Gavin turned his face upwards. “How did you even convince the other doc to let me go outside? He said I wasn’t allowed to leave for another week minimum.”

“Well, this doc says otherwise.” He placed a kiss on the bridge of Gavin’s nose, right on top of the old scar. “You could call it a special authorisation. I pulled a few strings because I thought it would be good for you to get outside for a bit. And I am here, should anything happen.”

The Detective nodded at that and directed his gaze back on the setting sun which set the sky on fire, Detroit’s outline standing out black from the colour fest. The view was incredible.

His attention was caught when he heard Nines pulling out stuff from the basket. Cutlery, grapes, some cheese and salad, several sauces and baguette appeared and were arranged next to them.

A warm feeling spread in Gavin’s chest and stretched out into his stomach at the thought of Nines planning this for him. An evening picnic under the open sky, with candles and food while watching the sunset, just them alone on a cliff. A breeze ruffled through the Detective’s hair, warm and pleasant despite the cooling evening air around them. He couldn’t have been happier right now.

“Thank you.”

“Hm?” The doctor turned towards him.

“Thank you. For this. For everything you do for me.”

Nines gaze softened at those words and he wrapped his arms tightly around the Detective’s torso.

“Of course. Always.” While pressing a small kiss to Gavin’s neck and nuzzling his nose behind the man’s ear, he reached for something still lying in the basket. He pulled out a silver thermos bottle and put it into his lover’s hands. “Don’t tell the medical staff I gave this to you.”

The Detective looked down at the jug between his fingers. “What is it?”

“Open it.”

“Uh, more surprises I guess,” Gavin sighed, feeling the lips on his skin turn up into a smirk.

The moment he unscrewed the cap, the smell of freshly brewed coffee was released into the air, steam rising from the hot beverage.

“Is-is that coffee?” The disbelief in his voice made Nines chuckle behind him and the arms around him tightened.

“Thought you would appreciate a cup after only getting that lukewarm swill at the hospital every now and then.”

Gavin was speechless as he stared at the can on his lap, eliciting another wave of warmth washing over him. Never before had anyone listened to him as intently as Nines did. The man even remembered his favourite brand of coffee beans, the smell was unmistakable the strong brew only the Detective seemed to enjoy.

“You remembered.”

“Couldn’t forget my boyfriend’s favourite brand of coffee, could I?”

That made Gavin stop in his motion for a second.

“Sorry, was that too much?”

The Detective hated how insecure and worried Nines’ voice sounded, making him quickly shake his head.

“No, I was just a little overwhelmed. I guess you’re the first person to refer to me as his boyfriend.”

Tilting his head back and turning his face up towards the other with a wide smile, Gavin leaned back into the embrace.

Nines looked down at him, the emotions swimming in his eyes almost causing the Detective’s heart to stop.

“Gosh, did I miss that smile.”

Gavin didn’t know how he had enough sense left to put the lid back onto the can and place it aside before pulling Nines down into a kiss and crashing their mouths together, but apparently he had. One hand was interlaced with Nines’, the fingers of the other tangled in that dark soft hair. He deepened the kiss through pulling the man’s head closer as their lips moved over each other in an intense rhythm and he felt a thumb caressing his jaw. Eagerly opening his mouth, the Detective let his partner’s tongue enter while his own started to explore. God did Nines taste sweet.

With a swift move, Gavin pulled back and turned around before attacking Nines’ lips once more, this time pressing his chest to the medical’s and hitting him with enough impact to make him fall back. The Detective crawled on top of his boyfriend’s torso without stopping to kiss him hungrily, elbows set down to each side of Nines’ head and hands buried in his hair. His tongue had conquered the man’s mouth as he couldn’t get enough of that taste, a row of sharp teeth in the front and warm wetness at the back. Nines’ scent lulled him in, one that always managed to calm Gavin down and he knew he couldn’t fall asleep without anymore. The doctor’s hands roamed over his back, drawing gentle patterns on top of his boyfriend’s shirt and pulling him closer to press their bodies together.

When Gavin finally managed to break away from the other’s soft lips, they were both panting heavily.

“I am so grateful for you,” the Detective whispered breathless, still close to Nines’ face with their noses touching. The other man looked so beautiful in front of him. Shiny, kiss swollen lips, a soft gaze in those silver-blue eyes, ruffled strands of dark hair falling into his forehead. The candlelight and last rays of the sun danced over his pale skin, giving it a warm glow.

“I love you,” Nines breathed against Gavin’s lips before catching them with his own in a slow tender kiss while the first stars of the night appeared above them on the darkening sky.

[crusnikroxas]

‘Despite living on the surface and a part of society at last, Sans can't bring himself to feel happy - hell, he can't even bring himself to sleep. As a matter of fact, all that truly features in his life is the happiness of his brother....a thing that he is more than satisfied with.

Or, at least, he thought that he was.

One small human child was about to change his and his brother's lives forever.’

A small, two chapter commission fic for the wonderful @alextris​ ! ^-^ Fluff and comfort and family ties. Yup.

[iwt-v]

Imagine: James is content enough post finale to develop a fine sense of humor.

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Thomas lay awake in bed for several minutes as was his habit, before deciding to roll over.

Thus far every morning spent with James fell into three equally wonderful categories: James still sound asleep (and making the most delightful little half snores), James waking him up in the various ways with his mouth, or James already up and out of the bedroom, preparing breakfast.

This morning, however, Thomas nearly died when he rolled over.

“Good morning, my esteemed lord,” James announced. He’d flung the sheets off as was still naked, propped up seductively on his side and sporting only an old white wig, very reminiscent of Thomas’s old collection in London.

James barely cracked a grin, dead serious as Thomas startled.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “What on earth? Take that thing off!” he demanded a moment later. “You look absurd!”

James’s quiet laughter made his shoulders shake. He dodged out of the way as best he could when Thomas lunged for his head and the hideous abomination resting atop it. James caught him by the wrists, laughing out loud now as Thomas’s attempts to wrest the object off his head became more comical than the wig itself.

“I’m going to burn it!” Thomas declared, finally swiping it off his head. James was beside himself with laughter. Thomas flung the offending piece to the floor, now grinning broadly despite himself. 

“You’re wide awake at least,” James said as if that was his plan all along.

Thomas lunged at him again and let James pin his wrists tight against his chest. James raised his head for a kiss.

“You’re a fiend,” Thomas muttered happily.

[betawithascarf]

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“i wasn’t walking away, you’re the smart one who stopped walking the moment i mentioned star wars, einstein.”  he shook his head, turning back and closing the distance. sliding his hand over stiles, he smiled, “rant and walk, babe.”

[anarchycox]

ltleflrt said: Benny is asleep and Dean is being a pest trying to wake him up, but it turns into cuddles :D

Good morning all - have some tooth rotting fluff (magical happy ever after S9 here).

The bunker gave the Winchesters stability. Having boyfriends who loved them gave the Winchesters stability. Having bedrooms in completely different wings of the bunker gave them stability. The bedrooms used to be closer but after Dean walking in on Sam and Cas in the showers and Sam hearing just the wrong damn thing coming from Dean and Benny’s room, space was agreed upon.

It was the closest to normal they were going to get. But life had trained Dean too hard and he could only get five hours sleep at most and that was a good night. He’d wake up with thoughts on how to improve a weapon, notes for the hunter journal, nightmares, or just restless. 

There was just one problem with this.

“Did you know you sleep like the dead?” Dean said one afternoon to Benny.

All the other guys in the room turned to Dean.

Kevin was the one to bite the bullet, “You do realize what you just said right?”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Shut up, I’m awesome.” He continued serving up the burgers he was cooking to the table. “But really I tried to wake you up and nothing.”

“Dean, not everyone needs to hear about how to cut off a head with an exacto knife at 4am.” Sam was well versed in Dean’s middle of the night brainstorms.

“Hey, that info came in handy.” Dean countered, pouting.

Benny kissed his head, “Sorry, babe, but when I sleep, I’m out. Was always like that, even when human.”

Dean thought there had to be a way around it.

He tried music, all the lights on, poking, kicking, talking right into his ear.

Castiel walked into the library one day to hear Dean yell, “How the hell do you sleep right through a blow job?”

He turned around and left, not really wanting to know the answer.

It was weeks before the answer finally hit Dean. And of course it bolted him awake at 3am. He lightly ran his fingers along Benny’s rib cage. The vampire twitched. He dug in a little, more twitching. Dean grinned. He went in for the kill and started ruthlessly ticking the ribs. 

Benny woke, exploded with laughter. And arm flailing. That maybe hit Dean in the face. At least Benny was awake to get an ice pack.

Dean decided to give up. But as Benny put the ice pack over Dean’s eye, he whispered something in Dean’s ear.

The next night Dean woke at 4am. He implemented Benny’s whispered idea.

“Benny,” he whispered, “Open up.” He picked up Benny’s arm and twisted himself into little spoon position. Benny automatically wrapped himself around the hunter. Dean was surrounded by Benny’s cool body.

“What’d you need, cher?” Benny rumbled in a barely awake voice.

“Just listen.” Dean talked about the memory that woke him up. Benny didn’t respond, back asleep. But that was okay. every time Dean moved a little, the vampire’s grip tightened.

[10kiaoi]

I just want all of them to cuddle into a pile on the couch and fall asleep all over each other.

[sawakool]

"You have the cutest smile~"

Fluffy rp Starters

          & she froze, her expression completely & utterly blank.          was that just a compliment ? was she actually praised          for something ? it was almost hard to answer for it was          hardly ever that she'd receive something so nice.

               ` ano.. th-thank you--- `

[a-cup-of-tea-and-a-good-book]

Could you write a fic were emma discovers that she's pregnant and she's excited but afraid because the relationship between she and killian has just began and she doesn't know what he's gonna think. Please 🙏 (Sorry if my English is terrible)

A little pirate in you

A/N: Hey there nonnie! Here is the replyy to your little prompt. Maybe it isn’t exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it. Fluff, glorious fluff! 

This is getting out of hand. What the hell was this? It was the third time it happened this week. Emma was lazily snuggling into Killian’s arms in her couch under a cozy pile of blankets, just watching the soft drizzle outside, little raindrops tapping against the window. She felt so relaxed and she really enjoyed these quiet moments they managed to steal after she finally “got her own place” and Killian was constantly there. She asked him to always be there, come over for breakfast, or a movie or a drink or anything she could come up with so that she wasn’t alone when Henry stayed with Regina. He started staying over every once in a while and now he was practically living there, not having spent a single day away from her bed. When there were no monsters or witches or any other dangers for them to confront, she loved to get some time off, relax and cuddle -always cuddle. She was never one for cuddling, but Killian brought this out of her, unexpectedly, but truly. His arms wrapped around her began to feel as something essential after some time, more like home. And then all of a sudden she felt it again. It was something like a twist in her stomach, dizziness and then… She pushed his hands off and rushed into the bathroom, barely managing to slam the door behind her before she was on her knees, trying to pull her hair back as she leaned over the toilet and she felt that sting in her throat as she felt like her insides flowed out of her. She had no idea what this thing was, but it was becoming more and more frequent.

“Love, are you okay?” she heard Killian mutter behind her as he tried to hold her hair back with his hook, his other arm rubbing soothing circles against her shoulder. He waited for a moment before she was done and she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming, a single tear running down her face as the realization dawned on her. With all the chaos, moving out, moving in, settling down, she had forgotten one thing, the pill. She hadn’t taken her pill. Shit, what if…? No she couldn’t be…pregnant? Whispering a simple ‘just fine’ she was on her feet in an instant, ignoring the hand he had held out to support her as she moved to the sink to rinse her mouth with some water and walked out of the bathroom, avoiding his worried gaze.

“Swan, is something wrong?” she kept her stare at the floor, nodding a simple no, but he was next to her a few seconds later, his palm soft and cool against her flushing skin. She was so not okay. He lightly pulled her head up to meet her eyes and smiled. “Tell me, Emma what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I might be sick, you should probably go, you don’t want to catch what I have, believe me.” And after a few rushed words exchanged, he was saying goodbye for the first time in a long time looking really disappointed, as she tried to practically politely kick him out. The rain had stopped, so she waited for some time and rushed out the door, making her way to the drugstore instead.

…

Holy, fuck. She was sprawled on her bed, three pregnancy tests by her side, just to be sure, all of them positive. Now what? Killian and she had only been together for three months and now all of a sudden she is pregnant? She was desperate and, worst of all; she didn’t know what to tell him. He probably wouldn’t want a child, all these responsibilities that come with that and the commitment it requires. He would probably leave her like everyone did, steal a boat or something and sail away from Storybrooke. But, the thing is, Emma wanted that baby, she couldn’t give it up too. She had this image in her head of a little infant with his dark hair and her green eyes and all she could do was smile. It could be a girl. Smart, beautiful, with her father’s wit, his accent would also be something wonderful for her to adopt and maybe she would have a thing for the ocean, love sailing for example. She already loved that baby without even knowing anything, but this was such a huge step and too much to ask from a pirate, a free spirit. She was downright terrified. She hadn’t really raised Henry, so she didn’t know how to raise a child and doing that by herself was just… too much. Her hands found her forehead, rubbing at her temples and then digging the heels of her palms in her eyes. A knock on the door interrupted her helpless train of thought.

“Swan, you in there?”

Oh crap, great that was the only thing missing.

“Emma, I know you’re here, I saw you walking out after me.”

She opened the door, somewhat annoyed, almost hitting his head in the process. She instantly bit her lip when she saw him. He had the right to know, she just wasn’t ready to lose him yet. She looked at him in a gloomy stare, tears welling up it the corners of her eyes. Killian took a step forward and softly wrapped his arms around her, as she began to sob in his shoulder.

“Sweetheart, what is wrong? Whatever it is, I want to help.” He grinned at her, trying to comfort her when she looked up, her golden hair messy around her, eyes red from all the crying and he still looked at her in complete adoration.

“Killian, I’m pregnant.” She spoke after a few seconds of complete silence, a little sob escaping her lips as their gazes finally met. He was taken aback for a second, looking at her in surprise, but then a huge simper formed on his lips as his hand found her cheek, his thumb caressing the tears away in a sweet gesture.

“And why might you be crying?” his grin spread even more as his hand cupped her face. She looked at him incredulously for a moment. Why was he taking this so well? He was supposed to freak out and run away, but there he was grinning and cupping her face and she was stunned.

“Don’t you think it’s too soon? Don’t you want to leave? ” she sniffed her nose and run her hands against her eyes, sweeping away any remaining dampness and waited for him to agree and turn around, slamming the door on her face as he walked away.

“Never. Why on earth would I do that when I have everything here? You, my love have a little pirate in you; I need to meet this dashing scoundrel.” He chuckled, his hand touching her belly for a second, before his arms pulled her in his embrace once more, squeezing her tight. Emma finally let go, nuzzling her nose in his neck and breathing him in, the scent of the ocean and rum and Killian making her grin as well.

“Good.” She whispered and slightly pulled back to press her lips against his in a gentle peck. It was short and sweet and when she rested her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering open and finding the bluest of his, she knew that he would never abandon her. She found love in his eyes and for the first time after she took the tests, she felt a wave of happiness crashing into her. After all, a mini-Killian, boy or girl, running around the house wouldn’t be that bad; maybe the cheer that isn’t here quite yet would turn this house into a home. A home for all of them.

—Fin