#killijones

abbie

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with:  ichabod!!!!!!!!!!!

friendship them with: that creepy skeleton man they resurrected i feel like he would be nice company 

general opinions: listen i love abbie mills so much she deserves so much better than what is happening to her in the show i hope sh pulls it together...........

connor *walsh* you dumb trashbag 

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with:....oliver............................ oliver i miss oliver 

friendship them with: i really love him and michaela's dynamic i wanna see more of it i love them 

general opinions: i loved connor from the beginning and, to use your own words, "he is trash...but he is oliver's trash."

hel o= sophia for “please fic me” so here u go

since it’s mother’s day and everyone is hella stressed about the finale, here’s some daddy!killy and mommy!emma being all proud and lovely with their new baby (✿◠‿◠)

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Everyone else had told them that it was easier the second time around, but that was the biggest lie he’d ever heard in his life(and he’d heard a lot of lies in his life). However, none of mattered when they were laying down in their bed, Emma just finishing nursing the baby and Killian watching in awe. He knew virtually nothing about fatherhood, even though he read What to Expect When You’re Expecting more times than he could count, and he bought new fruits every week to compare to baby’s size in utero, just so he could see, and he tried to ask Charming about it, who seemed to be better at it than him even though it was technically his first time too. But despite this he still was in awe of it all, that he and Emma created that tiny, tiny thing with a fluffy tuft of black hair and green eyes, and-

“Elf ears!” Emma exclaimed in a quiet whisper, for the baby was nodding off the sleep at the moment.

“Come again, lass?”

“Elf ears! She has elf ears.” She giggled a little, running her fingers gently over the pointy tip of her baby’s ears.

“So, I suppose that’s a good thing?” Killian was utterly confused and a little panicked. The baby books said nothing about elf ears!

“Well, I guess it would be. But it’s not, because it’s your cute elf ears.” She smiled up at him, and his hardened and confused expression evaporated as he realized his daughter’s own ears looked just like his own.

“Hm. The little lass has got my ears.” He laughed quietly, feeling himself flush just a little; no one had ever told him his ears were cute.

He decided he liked that compliment.

They both stared in awe at the wriggling child in Emma’s arms, their childs’ hands in tiny fists, feet kicking, gurgly, happy baby noises coming from her mouth. It was (almost) quiet for just a few moments until Emma burst out laughing again. “I can’t stop looking at your cute little ears! Agh!” She held the baby up to her face, smiling. “Look at you. You’ve got cute little elf ears just like Daddy.”

Daddy.

Killian never had a word fill his chest in such a way before. His own father never let him call him Daddy. The words would always stay on his tongue and in his mind, even after he corrected it to “Father”.  And now here he was.

A daddy himself.

He mouthed the word a couple of times, not really sure how to feel, until the baby girl shrieked and made grabby hands at him. “She wants you, Killian. Hold her.” Emma gently placed the baby in the cradle Killian had made with his arms, the child immediately easing into him. Killian grinned, his heart fluttering in his chest. “I’ve gotta get her blanket. I’ll be right back.” Emma said quietly, now that the baby was beginning to fall asleep again, and Killian nodded as she slowly slipped out of the bed, cold filling the space where she once was.

He stared admiringly down at the baby in his arms, filled with pride and pure love. All of this was his second chance. His second chance was rustling around in the kitchen getting a baby blanket, his second chance was breathing quietly in his arms.

His second chance had cute little elf ears.

The baby had drifted off to sleep within the two minutes Emma was gone, and so she wrapped up the baby quickly, placing her right back in Killian’s arms as she snuggled up next to him. Her head found itself in the comfortable crook of her neck as she relaxed immediately, the cotton of his t-shirt soft against her cheek.

And for the rest of the night only silent emotions were exchanged, feelings of pride and joy and pure, true love, filling them both with a satisfactory feeling they hadn’t felt in many, many years. As Emma fell asleep and Killian crept over to put the baby in the bassinet two feet away, he stared over at his daughter’s tiny head in between the white sheets.

19. Have you ever been to New York? 

no sophia it's not like i live there or anything

Ankles: have you ever been arrested? 

i am so sorry

a lil fic in which killian hates sleeping alone at night. 

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The pale white glimmer of the moonlight shone through the window, the beams dancing over Killian’s exposed back, illuminating a mesmerizing map of scars. He wasn’t asleep though, for how could he be asleep? His mind was too busy. Images of a broken Ariel were dancing in his head, Zelena’s cruel words burdening his ears, Emma laughing and smiling and talking and suddenly his heart was heavy and he couldn’t breathe. Killian ripped the blankets off, shoving them to the end of the bed as she switched his position to his right side, his eyes closed tight. He didn’t want to open them, not now- he didn’t want to see that he was alone in the bed, that the moonlight shone on the empty spot on the queen-sized mattress. Fuck, he wasn’t sleeping tonight.

Killian got up and out of bed, cold air pushing on his bare chest as he sauntered to the bathroom. He leaned his upper body over the white porcelain sink, staring at his flushed face in the mirror. He splashed cold water over his cheeks, his fingers scrubbing by his cheekbones, pulling them down towards his jaw. He stared at himself in the mirror, but averted his eyes quickly.

    Everything is my doing. He whispered in his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Liam’s death was his doing, he shouldn’t have asked questions about the fucking dreamshade. Milah’s death was his doing, he shouldn’t have egged on Rumplestiltskin in the first place, he shouldn’t have dueled with him, he shouldn’t have let him know they were together. Bae is dead and it was his doing that Bae didn’t have a father figure after he left his dad, gods it was all his fucking fault.

And now, the one thing he had going for him, the one positive light in his sad excuse for a life was gone; he couldn’t kiss Emma or touch Emma or hold her in his arms late at night when they both needed to feel loved. If he had just let Blackbeard take his ship.

His ship.  Gods, did he miss her. He wished he was sleeping under the stars again, the rocking of the ship and the creaking of the wood lulling him to sleep, the sea breeze running over his nose and cheeks.

And suddenly Killian’s fist was flying into the glass mirror, the shards going everywhere and his fist streaming with fresh, dark blood. He couldn’t look at himself any longer. The sound was deafening, and Killian grunted as he shook his fist out, running it under the cold stream of water again. The sparkling shards of mirror swirled around the drain, mixing with the red streams of blood as they were sucked down. God, was he disgusted with himself and with the whole lot of it.  And he couldn’t even sleep to get away, for his dreams were haunted with wisps of blonde hair falling from his grasp, the last breathe of hers being drawn into his lips, her skin pale and drained and suddenly, Killian punched the wall and he punched again and again until the sheet rock stuck to his bloody fist and the paint was cracked.

He sighed heavily, holding his fist against his lower chest as he poured some rum on it, wincing slightly before taking a chug for himself. The liquor burned on the way down as it filled his chest with an empty warmth, and he poured and drank and poured and drank again until he was dizzy and lightheaded and the name Emma  was simply just a name. He laid back down in the bed again, his fist stinging and numb as he drifted off to sleep, barely conscious but still very aware of the empty space next to him.

no you piece of shit (okay yes because ily)

here is a nice lil fic in which killian and emma are watching the stars.

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The two sat atop the grassy hill at the tip of the town, the sun beginning to set, the golden and pink and blue hues casting a beautiful glow over the sleepy houses. A light breeze ran through the hills tonight, and it was rather nice- only the tip of Emma’s nose and ears were turning the slightest shade of pink.

“Now, look, right there. That’s the first star you’ll see- a star called Vega. It’s bright and quite hot and could look like Venus if you’re not careful.” Killian pointed a ring-clad finger towards the horizon at a shiny little light in the distance. Killian had been waiting for this night all week. He and Emma had made a promise- If Killian at least  would give using a cell phone a shot(Emma liked to know where he was at all times, but she never told him that.), he could take her to watch the stars. And now, as the sun pulled lower and lower, and the night sky became an indigo blue, and the twinkle and shine of the stars began to show, Emma realized just how much Killian knew about stars.

“There are 57 important navigational stars, lass. You use them to find one’s position in the world with a dreary formula I couldn’t possibly teach you in one night.” Killian had a silly little grin on his face and his cheeks were just the slightest bit flushed- he loved talking about the stars. He had his own personal star maps tucked deep into the pages of his journal and he knew the positions of every single constellation at every single season. He actually had his entire conversation for tonight planned in his head-for he didn’t know how to explain the fact that his very own, original star map was of the stars that when connected, looked like Emma’s profile. He adored the idea of being able to find her face at night, when the ship was rocking and the waves were rolling and the breeze felt salty on his face.

“Lay down on your back.” he said loudly, breaking the frail silence of the night.

“Killian, I came here to watch the stars, not to have sex.” Emma sighed, her voice taking on the slightest edge.

“That’s not what I meant, lass. I meant lay down so that you can see the sky fuller.” Killian grouched, joining Emma as they both laid down on the fleece plaid  blanket, their bodies almost touching, Killian so close that Emma could feel his body heat radiating off of him.

She looked up and  her breath immediately caught in her throat. The entire night sky was overrun with stars, of all shapes and sizes and colors and the luminescence was quite overwhelming. “It’s so much more beautiful than the New York City night sky.” Emma said, her neck craning to take in every possible star that she could see.

Killian turned his head to the side to watch Emma, her eyes filled with twinkling stars, her hands relaxed at the sides, her nose round and a bit red. She looked so beautiful. She was smiling just a bit as she looked around, attempting to identify constellations. Just as she was intoxicated with the feeling of the starry night sky, he was intoxicated with her.

“Isn’t it?” He shot his head upward and away from her as she turned to him. He hoped she didn’t pick up on the fact that he was watching her. “Yes, love. Terrible.” He grimaced slightly at the memory of squinting up at the city sky, colored slightly orange from all the lights around him.

He didn’t like that at all, for he couldn’t find Emma in the stars for all that time whilst sleeping on park benches and handling the mass confusion from street vendors when they didn’t take gold dubloons. But gods, was that no longer a problem, for he grinned at seeing the rounded tip of Emma’s nose in between Taurus and Ursa Minor before him.

“Tell me any constellations you recognize.” He told her, but really just so he could study her face and her neck and the slope of her shoulder to her elbow to her wrist and the hair that fell in golden curls around her. As Emma began to shout out Sagittaurius and Ursa Major and Leo and other constellations Killian knew she only knew because they were popular, he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“What? Those are right aren’t they?” Emma narrowed her eyes.

“Yes, love. But do you even know where they are?” His tongue rolled along his bottom lip in pure amusement as he watched Emma admit defeat.

“Not even a single clue.”

“Well then, let me show you.” he grabbed the hand lying limply on her side, pushing down each little finger until only her pointer was left upright. “See that orange star? That’s Borealis. Now look slightly to the left.” His voice got quieter and quieter as he spoke, taking on a light talk-whisper as he guided her hand to a constellation she’d named earlier. “That one is Leo. Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Very pretty.” She stared up at it and Killian found himself turning his head to the side again, just to look at her in pure adoration at the stars.

“Show me another one.”

And so he did. And he did again. And he did again. And he showed her constellations until her head somehow wound up on his chest, and his hand somehow was wrapped around her shoulders, and the soft fleece blanket was somehow cocooning the two of them together.

But he still kept on talking, telling her constellations that were his favorite and stars that his brother taught him and that one day he’ll show her the star map he has of her. She wasn’t listening to what he was even saying, for she was only focusing on the deep, warm vibrations coming from his chest as he spoke, the hand wrapped tight around her shoulder. Even Killian wasn’t listening to what he was saying, occasionally glancing down to see her little blonde head nuzzled into his chest. And he loved it. (he wasn’t going to ever admit that, because much to the fact of Emma telling him she’d be so wrapped up by him she couldn’t breathe when they woke up, he was not a cuddler.)

So when he began to play with a wavy lock of hair as they both began to drift asleep, she tipped her head up his direction, her eyelids heavy.

“Thank you, Killian.”

“For what, Swan?” he said quietly.

“For telling me about something you love.”