old gent

a dire predicament

an: inspired by the bts of colin’s big number, and encouraged by @this-too-too-sullied-flesh and @gentlesleaze. Those fucking sweatpants, man.


She can’t stop laughing. Years of loss and loneliness, distrust, curses, death, pain and heartache. Being separated by realms, and temporarily defeated by foes - all the things they’ve been through, and as she stares up at the rooftop of her home, Killian looks as though this is the most difficult bind he’s ever gotten himself into.

He’s not…necessarily wrong.

She’d left her Poptarts behind at the store when she’d felt the tingling of her security charm at work, and had poofed herself back to the house fully prepared for battle with whatever idiot thought it was a good idea to mess with the Savior, and had instead been very confused to find no signs of an intrusion on the house, only the newspaper still sitting on the front lawn. Killian was usually up by now, reading through it like some old-timey gent, sipping his coffee while he flipped through the pages, like there was anything in there Leroy hadn’t already exclaimed in the streets for all to hear.

Her favorite part of the morning was distracting him enough to put the newspaper down and focus all his attention on her.

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deep-throating-sandwiches  asked:

what r the Beastables like? :0c if u dnt mind me askin !!

So I never super flushed out their race (they are from over 10 years ago after all), but they were basically people with generic animal based characteristics. Not specific animal species mind you! Some were generally bird-like, some reptile-like and some mammal-like etc…no invertebrates though.

And no matter what animal they were based on they were all one race, so they didn’t discriminate between clades (classes?) and they could breed with any one regardless of their animal base but they wouldn’t produce lcrossbreeds.

Their general design characteristics are human faces and bodies with a design that blurs the line between clothing and the natural characteristics of their animal natures so basically you can’t always tell if their wearing clothes or not.  Some have tails or paws or long ears or spikes and some don’t, etc…

They were the main humanoid race for a monster world I envisioned with my sister when i was still in middle school, but I don’t think I came up with their race until I was in college.

Knot because I love you, just because I care (Part 6 of 7)

Her visa was up. He offered to help. That’s what friends are for -right?


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It wasn’t regret that she woke up feeling. How could she when she had Killian’s arms wrapped around her and his lips pressing kisses at her neck? To be honest, she was quite unable to quantify her emotions as she kissed him goodbye and slipped off to work. Pointedly, neither had broached the subject of the meaning of the impromptu sex.

And that was why Emma had spent part of her lunch break scrolling through her phone, trying to think of someone she could talk to.

Mary Margaret was straight off the list. The woman couldn’t keep a secret if her life depended on it.

David was a ditto. He never kept anything from his wife (see first point).

Ruby would lap up the gossip, give her some outrageous advice and then tell everyone anyway.

Tink, well, Tink was great but a little bit too ‘new age’ for Emma to turn to for advice. She’d probably recommend that she light a candle and realign her chakras or something.

Through a process of elimination she decided that Belle was really her only choice. Level headed, intelligent, and best of all, discrete.

“I was surprised when you called,” she smiled as she joined Emma at a little Italian cafe half way between both their places of work. “But I really can’t think of a better way to start the weekend than a real Italian coffee.”

Emma nodded and smiled tentatively. “Well, we don’t often get much time to just hang out.”

Their waiter arrived and doled out the menus. Emma tried to focus on the words but instead she started squirming in her seat.

“True. I’m glad you called. So, how’s things?”

Emma took one look at Belle’s wide smile and frowned. “It’s Killian. ”

“What - what?”

“Or maybe it’s me.” Emma slumped down a little in her chair.

“What- I’m confused, are you two having problems?”

For a second, Emma questioned what the hell she was doing here with Belle (hell, with Killian). But with momentum behind her, she splayed out her hands on the table and whispered, “I slept with him.”

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