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Murder of Two

Fandom: Once Upon a Time Summary: Killian has so many secrets to hide. Some of them he physically can't choose to tell someone, but others he has to keep under-wraps to make sure everyone he loved stayed safe. He's not sure how much longer he can go on like this, however. Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, almost miscarriage, pregnancy, and mpreg Word Count: 4,938 Ship(s): Emma Swan/Killian Jones|Captain Hook

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He knew something was wrong.

And it was more than his heart being ripped out of his chest and held by his worst enemy. Something more than the subdued feelings and aching sensations that he got whenever he tried to feel something but could not because the beating in his heart was physical and not emotional. He wasn’t quite sure how to put it, because without the aforementioned organ where it was supposed to be everything already felt off kilter.

Killian was sitting in the captain’s cabin inside of his ship. He had spent the night with his alpha, Emma. The longing in his chest grew to the point where he knew that he would be crying had his heart been where it should have been. A whine gurgled from his chest and forced its way past his lips before he had the chance to repress it. He began to move around without really thinking about it.

He opened one of the cupboards above the bed and began to pull out the extra sheets, blankets, and pillows he had for his heat or if anything got dirty. He placed them down onto his messy bed and then got to work. The sheets were rolled up so that they could be placed in an oval shape on top of the mattress. He was able to save the black sheet that Emma had given him when she found out just how little he had. He hung that up over the opening in the wall that his bed was nestled in so it blocked out the rest of the walls. When he was able to focus on his bed again he placed the pillows around the make-shift wall in the area where his head would be. He then got all of the softest blankets that he had saved for last and began to lay them over the walls and pad the base as well. Once he had finished he laid down inside of the cocoon while wrapping the blanket that Emma had used last night around his frame. A purr began to sound from his chest as he curled tighter in on himself unlike he had since he was a young child.

It was hard to be an omega when the only other people around you were alphas and you were an indentured servant. He had learned very quickly that you hide that information, lest someone try to use him for something other than mending or carrying objects too heavy for his small frame. He had learned to hide it the first time that a member of their crew had asked and he had told them. Ever since then, even after he had become the most cutthroat pirate captain in the entire Enchanted Forest and Neverland, he had hid it from everyone. Every heat and rut season he had locked himself away and he had rarely ever actually enjoyed the pleasure of the people he brought back to his ship because he didn’t want them and subsequently his crew to find out what he was.

That had all changed when he had met and fallen in love with Emma. She had never tried to force herself on him after she had found out that he was an omega. She had treated him the same way that she had before she found out, and it made him feel like a person first and his gender second.

Killian released a small sigh as he thought about his alpha. A small ache erupted in his chest as his heart tried to feel something for him but couldn’t as it wasn’t buried where it was supposed to be. The thought reminded him that the Dark One would have another task for him to do today. He hated the feeling of his most hated enemy speaking into his heart to control his body and mind. His words were not his own, and his body moved without his wishes. It was almost like when he was in heat. His mind would be covered in a thick fog that was impossible to break through and very little was controllable through himself.

Without realizing it, his arms had wrapped around his stomach while he curled into a ball under the blanket that smelled just like Emma.

His mind came shooting back to him after a moment and he sat bolt upright. A shiver of panic ricocheted down his spin into his hips. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whispered as he scrambled away from his bed to the other side of the room. His eyes widened as he looked up and down the nest that he had made. He could feel his hand shaking by his side as adrenaline began to course through him unlike it had in a long time.

“Maybe my heat’s just going to come soon,” he mumbled as he rubbed a hand over his stubble. He blinked a few times to shake the happy, euphoric emotions from his brain that came with making and sleeping inside of a nest. Killian quickly left the room entirely and got ready for the day. He refused to admit that there was the possibility that he was pregnant.

He walked into the diner with his normal swagger. The ache of a memory of a feeling erupted in his chest as he saw his alpha sitting in a booth with a couple other people. “Swan,” he said, the words almost dying in his throat despite none of this being his choice.

She turned to look at him, as did the other people at the table. He paid them little to no mind. His body was currently at war with itself. His instincts were telling him to nuzzle up close to his alpha and spill the secret to her so that she could protect them and praise him and all the other things that he had grown up hearing be promised to pregnant omegas. His heart, which had been spoken into so that his movements and words could be controlled, was telling him to do as was instructed of him.

“I’ve come to celebrate, for I may not be the Savior, but I have just saved the day,” he closed the door behind him as he crossed over the tile floor to the teacups stacked on the bar counter. She raised her eyebrows at him as she allowed him to explain himself.

“Hang on, don’t get your hopes up yet,” she said to the party at her booth. She got up and walked over to the omega with an expectant look on her face. The closer and closer that she got to him the more he wanted to run into her arms and bury his face in her hair while spilling his secret to her. He shook the thought away, though not physically. He couldn’t control him right now and he wasn’t even sure if he was pregnant anyway.

The pregnancy debate in his mind was changing the more that time went on, however. He had begun to notice every little change in his body that he had been brushing off as his lack of heart until now. He had acid reflux so badly the other night that he thought he might have drunk something instead of alcohol during the celebration. He had nausea when on his boat when he hadn’t felt sea sick since he was about seven. The most damning evidence was the nest and the way that he wanted to behave around Emma, of course.

He didn’t have much longer to dwell on it though. He was forced to reach into his pocket and bring out the flask that he brought everywhere with him. His instincts and rational mind were screaming that he shouldn’t be drinking that, especially with how it had made him feel in the past before he was possibly-definitely- pregnant. He poured some of the strong alcohol into two of the cups while Emma moved to stand properly next to him.

“Okay, what exactly are we celebrating?” she asked, worry and confusion evident on her face.

“The portal to Arandelle,” he said, grabbing one of the cups. Until now he had gone along with the Dark One’s with minimal fighting, but today he wanted nothing more than to find a way or some buried willpower that would allow him to escape the control. He handed the teacup with liquor to her while saying, “I found it.”

Emma’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something as she glanced between him and their visitors a couple times before he clinked their glasses together and was forced to continue. “So, bottom’s up.” He felt bile creeping up in the back of the throat as he was forced to bring the cup to his lips and down the alcohol that was inside of it.

She drank hers as well, and then set the cup down on the counter as he did the same. “You… found a portal?” she asked, sounding unconvinced and even more suspicious than she had before.

“Well I found Gold, and he told me where to locate one. A door in the ballroom of that lakeside mansion,” he said. She began to look back and forth in that way that she did whenever the geers in her mind began to turn and she figured out the missing pieces of a puzzle. “Yes, it appears our Rumplestilskin has turned over a new leaf.” The bile that had been creeping up in the back of his throat threatened to force its way out of his mouth again but he was able to swallow and keep it back.

“Apparently dozens of leaves. You sure we can trust him?”

“Positive. The crocodile truly has changed. He gave me a long-winded explanation about the portal. About how it brought the uh, Snow Queen into this land, which I don’t… recall,” the words felt phony and fake in his mouth as he said them. He knew that they weren’t even close to his own, but it was still weird to have someone speaking for him in such a way. Especially someone that apparently didn’t have his cadence and quirks down quite as well as they should have. “But the important thing is, it works. All they have to do is walk through it.”

“Then we should go,” she pulled away from him. His heart ached as his instincts told him to tell her, to pull her close and scent her and to do a million other things that would make her stay with him and their pup.

“Brilliant,” he was forced to say instead. “You do that. I, alas, bruised myself during the curse. Really need to get it seen to.”

The expression that she had been sporting the entire time suddenly increased tenfold. She caught his shoulder before he had the chance to leave and made him look her in the eyes just by catching his gaze. “Hey, Killian,” she placed her hand on his cheek. He was unable to lean into it and purr like he wanted to. “What’s wrong? You are acting strange.”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

He leaned in and connected their lips together in a soft kiss. Every place that she touched him felt right and comforting, like falling down into a bed after being away for a long time. The kiss ended before he was quite ready to end it himself, and he was forced to say, “See you around, Love.”

As he was forced to walk out of the diner, he managed to wrangle up enough control inside of himself to grasp her wrist. He held it tighter than he would have if this wasn’t the only thing that he could make it do. His hand shook the way that it always did directly after a battle and he wanted so badly to be able to tell her about his heart and their pup, but couldn’t.

He was forced to take step after step until he was too far away from his alpha for his instincts to give him the added push that would allow him to break free from the control that his heart gave the Dark One. He walked further and further away from her, not noticing the tears that were gathering on his dark lashes before they cascaded down his cheeks. Killian noticed that the control on his heart was finally given up when he found himself outside of Gold’s shop. He paused before entering, using his hand to wipe the tears angrily off of his cheeks.

He wasn’t spoken to when he reached the back of the shop where the Dark One was. Gold gathered up his things and then the two of them walked back through the shop and out of the front door. There was barely anyone on the road as they made their way to the library and clocktower. Anyone that was out made sure to not even look at them, much less question what they were doing. The duo made their way up the stairs to the top of the clocktower, where Gold reached into his pocket and brought out the object that was stopping the omega from running away or trying to kill his captor.

Gold placed the hat on a stack of boxes that had been there when they arrived and then made a flourish as he pulled the Dark One’s knife out of his pocket. He waved it over the box, which released the hat that had been magicked to stay inside where it couldn’t hurt anyone without the right tools. The item was glowing and decorated with stars that were actually magical beings that Killian had been forced to capture.

Gold then lifted the hat up with magic so that it was floating a good deal above both of their heads. It kept moving upwards until it reached the open clocktower that exposed the moon and stars of the night sky. The hat exploded until the galaxy pattern that had been on it was physically rotating above them. Killian flinched and looked away from it as he began to feel sick again. He didn’t know if it was the pregnancy, which he had come to accept while he had time to think while they were walking here, or if it was the fact that he had been forced to participate in so many abhorrent acts.

“It’s time,” Rumplestilskin smiled. The magic of the room then began to spread out and wither, while Gold moved closer and closer to it. There was a weird shimmer that he couldn’t place. There was a sound from down on the ground floor but the clock tower was already so loud that Killian wasn’t aware of the new presence until Snow and Emma had already run out of the elevator, shouting at Gold to stop.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. And I’ve already waited too long for this,” the Dark One waved his hand over them to paralyze them with magic. Emma threw her hand up to cast her own counter spell, but at that point it was already too late. He then turned back to the captive omega. “While maybe not everything has went to plan, but this next part? I’m really gonna enjoy.”

He raised up the red and black beating lump in his hand and then squeezed it. Killian cried out as pain shot through his form. He fell down to the ground as he felt like his entire body was being crushed by the hand around his heart. “If you do this, you know you’ll murder us both. Please, Gold. I know you care nothing of me, but your grandson will never forgive you for killing his brother.”

“He’ll never have the chance to find out about a brother,” Gold hissed as he renewed his efforts to try and crush the heart in his hand. Killian continued to cry out in pain, before something made him stop. “I don’t understand,” he whispered, rage seeping into his every movement and word. “Why can’t I…”

Belle’s voice rang out above the turning of gears and his physical heartbeat ringing in his ears. “Because I commanded you not to.”

Gold turned to look at her, his eyes flickering from the heart that he had been trying to crush to his wife’s face to the dagger in his hand. “Drop the heart,” she commanded. He did as he was told, now unable to betray her. Killian reached out and caught the throbbing red mass before it had the chance to hit the grate they were standing on. “Now release everyone,” she said, causing him to undo the magic that he had cast on the other two alphas in the tower. The swirling purple and blue magic collapsed back into the hat.

Killian stood up on shaky legs as he looked between the heart and his alpha down the stairs. He couldn’t really pay attention to what Belle was saying, but soon enough she and Rumplestilskin had disappeared. The omega turned slowly to the stairwell just as Emma reached the top. She threw her arms around her lover, “I knew that something was wrong.”

He leaned into her shoulder and began to sob. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He wrapped her arms around her like he was going to suddenly disappear from him at any moment.

“Killian, shh, it’s okay, I’ve got you,” her alpha override seemed to have kicked in. She reached her arms up and began to pet his hair as she rocked him back and forth. “Omega, you’re safe now.”

“I was so worried you would be upset with me after everything that I’ve done,” he whispered into her neck. He was releasing a rather pathetic scent in his opinion, but Emma didn’t seem to mind. Her warm honey lemon scent mixed with his rum one.

She shook her head as she continued to make perfect circles on the lower half of his back, exactly over the spot where he had been hurting. “I wouldn’t be mad at you for what you did. You didn’t have your heart so you had no choice, speaking of which,” she took the glowing, beating red lump from his hand.

“Be gentle, please,” he tried to force himself out of his omegaspace to act more like he normally was despite the distress that he was under. She gave him a tight smile and then shoved the lump into his chest so that his heart was beating right alongside the physical one. All of his emotions came rushing back to him, allowing him to feel everything that he should have been able to feel over the last month or so. He felt the sorrow and heartbreak from every time that he wanted Emma to be around. The panic when he figured out that he was pregnant. The love and adoration and pleasure from the time that he had spent with his alpha.

Then there was pain.

Killian released a cry of pain and panic as he placed his arm over his stomach and almost collapsed down to the ground. He reached out and grasped Emma’s arm just as she caught him before he had the chance to reach the ground. “Killian? Are you okay?”

“Hurts, alpha please,” he croaked. He felt like he was getting the worst period cramps of his entire life, but on top of the normal sorrow that he got due to his biological want to be a parent there was also a sense of panic and just plain wrongness.

Emma turned and shouted back down to where her mother was still standing at the base of the clock tower. “MOM! Go get in the car, we need to take Killian to the hospital.”

The alpha turned on her heel and rushed out of the room so that she could do as was asked of her. Emma hefted her omega courting partner up so that his arm was over her shoulder and one of her arms was around his waist. She carried him down the stairs as best she could. Killian limped alongside her, whimpering and releasing more of his distressed, upset scent. “I can’t lose him, alpha, please, I can’t,” Killian whimpered as they made it down to the library door. There was one more flight of stairs and a walk through a building before they would be at the car and closer to the hospital than they were before.

“Him?” Emma asked worriedly. She knew that Killian was probably delirious from adrenaline and pain, but she desperately wanted to know what was possibly wrong with her omega.

Killian whimpered, “the baby, the baby.”

“Baby? What baby?” Emma asked, panic rising in her own features.

Killian let out another choked noise as pain wracked through him. She stopped asking questions and just focused on getting him through the library and to the truck.

“Is everything okay?” Snow asked as she turned around from the front seat of the truck.

“I don’t think so,” Emma shook her head as she brought her omega close to her. She continued to release her soothing scent and pet his hair as they rushed to the hospital. The atmosphere in the truck was almost suffocating as the beta and alpha in front wanted to inquire more about what had happened but knew that they couldn’t.

They got to the hospital without much traffic interfering with them, but the staff and rooms were occupied by all of the victims of the mirrored-sight curse. “Hey! I need someone to help!” Emma shouted as she walked into the waiting room.

One of the nurses rushed over to them, her brows knit together in worry. “Emma, what can I help you with?”

“Something’s wrong with my omega,” she said.

“Hurts,” he choked out, trying to help her despite the pain and panic that was rushing through him.

“Alright, we’ll do whatever we can to help him,” she nodded as she rushed over to where the wheelchairs were docked. The nurse returned back over to them and helped Killian get down into one before she began to bring him into the depths of the hospital.

Emma rushed to follow after him, but the arm of another nurse caught her before she had the chance. “I’m sorry, but only family and mates are allowed back with the patient before they’re coherent enough to allow visitors,” their voice was polite and kind but it still infuriated the alpha.

Killian whimpered as he smelled the anger from the father of his pup, but he had no energy to be able to tell them that Emma should be allowed back with him. He was quickly brought into one of the rooms and the nurse began to help him out of the tight leathers and into the hospital gown. His skin felt like it was on fire and his heart was beating a mile a minute in his chest. He could feel the injuries that he had acquired during the curse erupt in searing pain.He hadn’t thought that his wounds were that bad earlier when he had been coming directly off of the curse.

His mind began to space out as he worried for the health of his pup. He was vaguely aware of all of the doctors and nurses that were moving around him and doing things that he wasn’t sure about, but he knew that none of them were hurting him more than he was already hurting. Eventually the majority of the people exited the room when he assumed that their part in his care had finished and he was left with his main doctor.

“Killian Jones, right?” the other omega asked kindly.

“That’s me,” he nodded, feeling exhausted and slightly floaty. They must have given him some sort of pain medication.

He gave him a well-used smile, causing crows feet to light up at the corners of his non-eye patch covered eye. “My name is Dr. Devorak, and I’ll be your physician for the time that you spend at the hospital. Well, the good news is that your baby is safe and sound. You’re about twelve weeks pregnant already, which means that the risk of miscarriage is at least lessened, even if it’s never completely zero. We want to do an ultrasound and get you started on some prenatal care before you leave here but we were able to get a steady heartbeat with the doppler.”

“Don’t know what either of those things are, but as long as the pup’s okay I don’t mind not knowing,” he gave the doctor a bit of a tense smile.

“The medical stuff in this world is far different from my own as well, don’t worry,” he laughed. “I'll introduce it to you slowly throughout your pregnancy, assuming that you do want to keep him.”

“Of course I do,” he snapped, protective over the child that he now realized he could have lost a million times over. It wasn’t like he had laid off from his drinking even after getting together with Emma, and he didn’t care much for his physical safety and well being either.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just a customary question for all of our pregnant patients,” Dr. Devorak said, putting his hands up in mock-surrender. He then went on to detail the kinds of things that they were giving him and what had happened. Mostly it was Killian’s heart reacting to being back in his body had changed. The wounds and the pregnancy had been too much for it to handle, so he had almost miscarried to make it easier for his heart to handle. They had been able to heal most of his injuries from the curse of Shattered Sight as well.

Finally, he left and Emma was allowed in.

She barely even took the time to close the door behind her before she rushed over to his side. She reached behind his head and cupped the back of his neck as she brought him in for an intense and passionate kiss. “Never scare me like that again, okay?”

“Didn’t mean to, love,” he whispered as he nodded his head in agreement anyway.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay,” she whispered. “Now, do you want to tell me what you meant before we got you here?”

Kllian flushed a little bit and focused his attention down on his hand which was playing with the hospital blanket. “Um, well, about that…”

She reached out and placed her hand over the top of his. He looked up at her and felt his heart melt in his chest at the adoring look in her eyes. “Killian, I promise whatever this is we will get through together.”

He sighed to collect himself and then nodded. “As you know, Gold took my heart. It was around the time that the Snow Queen made your magic go all weird and you were threatening to get rid of it. I, erm, blackmailed him into giving me my hand back when I found out that Belle didn’t have the real dagger. He warned me that I might not want my hand back because it belonged to the man I was before and when I roughed up Will after he spilled the wine on you in the restaurant I basically forced him to take it back from me and then things spiraled to the point where he was able to take my heart and do his dirty work.

“After a while I noticed something different in my instincts but I wasn’t able to do much about it because I thought that it was just the fact that my heart wasn’t in my body, but then I nested,” he cleared his throat as nerves began to spike in his stomach. “I looked back on all of the things that had been happening over the last two months and it turns out that I’m pregnant. I almost lost the pup too.”

“You’re pregnant?” Emma whispered, her eyes wide with shock and confusion. “How is that possible?”

He smirked and seized the opportunity to act more like himself than he had in a long time, “Well you see, love, when two people love each other very much-”

“No, I know that part,” she shook her head. “I just meant, we used protection when we spent the night together…”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Maybe something to do with true love? I know your parents weren’t exactly trying for a child before they had you.”

“You think that we have true love like them?” she asked as she moved forward on the bed so that they were pressed together. Killian didn’t mind that it was slightly uncomfortable, he was just happy to be in the protective hold of his alpha again.

“Maybe. I mean, why not?” he asked, giving her a cheesy grin.

She just laughed. “I guess it doesn’t matter how it happened. All that matters is the two of your are safe,” she placed her hand over the lower part of his stomach. “And we have to start looking for a place of our own. I’m not going to raise a baby next to his uncle in a loft, and we’re not raising our pup on a boat either.”

“As long as I have a future with you, I don’t care where or how we raise the baby,” he whispered as he brought their lips together again. “I just want to have my happy ending. I used to think that was revenge, but not now both of you are in it and Gold is nowhere in sight.”

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Expecting a Secret [2/3]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a bastard,” he growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What, stub your toe?” she teased.

“Aye, something like that,” he agreed.

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

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

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

“That, yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sancocnutclub · 2 years

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Fairy Godfather- by @walviemort

Some late doodle to share with ya all. From the last chapters like 7-8, i don’t remember haha

rated M / 3.6k words / part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / AO3

#mpreg!killian #FAIRY GODFATHER #sleepy killian with bb hope ♥#that moment was just too sweet ♥#and the dress up fun with snow way too funny haha #just a couple of silly dress lol #my art

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juliusthedressmaker · 7 months

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if you could be mpreg, would you? (Killian's the father)

No!! (⁠ʘ⁠ᗩ⁠ʘ⁠’⁠) why would you ask me this?!??! (⁠@⁠_⁠@⁠) and I hate children anyways, I do not want anything to do with them >.< ... this whole topic of children is very triggering for me.. :'c

:)<3

#//rp blog #//Julius had trauma related to kids #//you'll understand after hellbound comes out #julius the dressmaker

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spartanguard · 6 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

But this time, it didn’t work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” Emma concurred.

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

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

“Looks like it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, just about.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Indeed we do.”

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

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

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

Whale shrugged. “Probably not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dave, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure.”

“It might be gross.”

“Okay, then maybe. What is it?”

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

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

“Yes.”

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

“Thanks, mate.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just folding some clothes; why?”

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

“I love you, too,” he panted.

“Just one more!” Emma practically shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“His name is Dylan. Dylan David Jones.”

David’s tears quickly returned.

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

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

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

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