“You know, these days it’s impolite to call a lady heavy.” Rose chirps back, whacking his shoulder again for good measure because she is perfectly healthy, thank-you very much. 

“Oh nothing, just you know - Is upstairs working alright? Or is something up to make you this bloody excited.”

“My apologies lass is not meant to be taken in that context” he couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly, women man. He reached to rub his shoulder in mock pain. “You hurt me Rosie you really do” he chuckled.

He was puzzled for a moment not knowing what she meant. “What do you mean by upstairs?”

Her expression  suddenly  sours  at  the mention of her half- brother.  It’s common knowledge that the two of them don’t get along– - which, in her opinion, is ALL NATHAN’S FAULT. It’s not her fault he’s always so bitter that they share Mama!

       (Though, if she’s really honest with herself,   so  is  she.         She loves Nat and her Uncles,  really,  but sometimes         she wishes she could just have her parents to herself.)

@multimusarum 

It was no news to the pirate that his youngest didn’t have a liking to Ava. He wasn’t exactly sure why, she was a charming girl, close to his age too. He nor his husband understood it really. They wanted to they did but that would require Nathan actually talk to them about it, which was something he never really did.

He noticed the young girls expression going sour, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. It was a slip up really.

“Sorry lass shouldn’t have said anything”

literallygold:

silverscallywag

         “Hey, hey, Uncle Killy! Look what I can do!”

And she’s balancing about five of his books on her head.  Why?  Who knows, honestly.

Killian watch her with a grin on his face. Always so fun loving just like her mother. He saw so much of werewolf in the young girl every day.

“Well thats marvellous, lass. Where did you learn that?”

                     Those few that keep me sane ( hover the ‘x’ )

wolfundertheskin / ofbloodandchocolate & others okay ( x ) 

chippedbravery / unexpectedhappyendings / accidentxlacapella ( x ) 

trueloveproduct / haughtyandpompous ( x ) 

                     My God I adore each of you and you make my dash brighter:

cindersdaughter / yourelettingusgo , dashing-rapscallionn, adoctorsconscience, bookishbeauty, thecharmingfinder, jollyrogered, unfcrtunatesoul, bornxfice, wiintry / mcthermaterial, masterofgoodform, burymeinprettylies silverscallywag, warriorfamulan, minacixus, mayorbelle, vixlunaortus, bellechipped, fashionsleuth, drugiisms, ofbrutaltruth, shatteredqueen, rumiisms, fursandguns, askifwehaveavocados, evillmajesty, goldeneblume, vinterdrxnning, crxella, wiickedly, lesshidden, methodtomymxdness, rdxwson, mentalitynotes, thedaughterofslumber

                     This is becoming stalker territory, but I’m admiring from afar:

cantatisrosa, stillthemonster, notthepirateyouknew, inswanwetrust, saorachd, belletheoutsider, consumedwithdarkness, emmatallahasseeswan, henryiism, savicurswan, ravenhairedbandit, villainsdontgethappyendings, commonbutsassy, trxckortreat, ofbuoyancy, imnotthesavior, captainiisms, thebeastinleather, furiisms, demonofthemoon, belle-and-her-books, sonofadarkheart, honorablepirate, little-wxrrior, forgotthecinnamonx

As hard a time as he gave his intern, Dr. Gold didn’t take Killian Jones as the type to slack on responsibilities. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he knew the kid had potential–more than that even, Jones was talented. But, unfortunately, Gold simply didn’t like him. He was irritatingly confident, very argumentative, and, truthfully, he reminded the doctor a bit too much of himself, as he had been early on in his own career. 

So, yes, he was tougher on the intern than he professionally ought to be, but Jones wasn’t going to progress without a little ‘tough love.’ Or, at least, that’s what Gold told himself.

That particular day, Dr. Gold had dismissed Killian from his duties early, in favor of having him of take care of some patients in the hospital’s restricted area instead. Seeing as most of the patients there were difficult and unpleasant to deal with, he’d sent the intern as a sort of punishment for being particularly annoying that morning–an intention Gold would deny indefinitely. 

As it turned out, his decision had been a mistake, one the doctor would live to regret.

But, of course, there’s no way he could have known that, not at the time, and certainly not when he left his office just past three in the morning, to do a last minute security check before heading home…

–

Gold wasn’t conscious long enough to comprehend anything that was happening, not really. The panicked yells, the distant sirens, the scuffing of sneakers against PVC flooring–all of it was just noise to him, it held no meaning. Had he been in control of his awareness, he would have realized that he was moving down the long, familiar corridor of the hospital, but not in the way he was used to. Gold was not walking, he was being pushed, specifically on a cart. 

Tonight, he was not a doctor, but a patient in his own hospital. 

And Gold knew none of this.

All he knew was pain. His body, his mind, his very being existed only beneath an explosion of anguish that started somewhere in his head and spread like wildfire beneath his skin. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breath. Distant screams rang in his ears, and, even if he’d known they were his own, he couldn’t have silenced them.  All he knew was pain…and darkness. Both were crippling and unceasing, and, if he had the capacity to form a coherent thought in that moment, he would have been certain that this was hell, he was in hell. 

Then, as the morphine took hold far too late, the pain began to diminish, leaving him absolutely nothing to hold onto… And all he knew was darkness.

New day in old day out. He had barely made it last night for his shift, nearly got his ass fired in the process. It was a damn good thing Killian told Gold to fuck himself, by not doing what he was supposed to do. A small smirk crept up his face at the though of the look on the assholes face when he realized all that precaution wasn’t needed. Don was probably still knocked out cold and sleeping in his room. Nothing to worry about, and as soon as he got to work everything changed.

Killian arrived at work on time today, anxious to see the look on Golds face. He could taste the victory he had won, a last minute victory but victory nonetheless. First things first he should head to the restricted wing to check on the patient. Sliding his card to check in Killian placed on his white coat on top of his scrubs and made his way down the hall.

Something was off as he walked through those halls, something just didn’t seem right. He couldn’t put his finger on it but something wasn’t right. The tone in the air was unsettling and it was making the young intern nervous as he approached the wing.

“Morning Sam I’m here to check on Don” he said checking over his clip board. The expression on the mans face was unsettling, and Killian quickly noticed the yellow police tape across the door. The mans face went pale, you would think he had seen a ghost

“Sorry Mr. Jones you can’t go in there, there under investigation of a crime scene” he told him

“Crime…scene” the interns voice shook, a dangerous thought coming to mind

“Indeed” Sam shook his head.

He had to know, he had to make sure. Throwing all caution into the wind the intern dove for the doors and ran inside to Dons room. It was empty, Don was gone.

Gods no, what had be done, oh Gods no. Please don’t anyone he hurt.

There was an officer in the room Killian had failed to notice who took this moment to speak up. “You what are you doing here?” the man asked him. Killian stood there shaking clutching his clip board trying to remain calm.

“I’m Killian Jones, I was the last one in the wing last night, before what ever happened here…wheres Don?” he asked

The police officer gave him a look of confusion but none the less he spoke to him. “Well son thats not entirely true. Don here was shot by Sam out there, after he attacked one of the members of staff. The security footage is gone, damn bastard cut the power when he escaped his room And unfortunately some poor sap was here observing the patients .” he said Killian gulped. There was someone else in the wing alone, with a unrestrained serial killer..God have mercy on the poor soul that….please don’t let them be dead.

“They aren’t…they aren’t dead are they?” he asked his voice cracking. The officer sighed. “Well son if old Sam wasn’t out there he would have been. From what he saw the man had his eyes gouged out if head and the killer was attempting to kill him from the inside. He’s alive, but I’m afraid the man will never see again” The young intern turned pale again, they had no eyes….they…they….were blind. This was his fault, all his fault he should have listened to Gold he should have listened. Gods the man would kill him if he found out this was his fault. Where was Gold? wouldn’t he want to be here for something like this?…….then an awful though struck him…….no no….it was impossible.

“Officer, umm do you know the name of the victim?” he asked his throat dry his hands shaking and his whole body sweating like a thousand summers.

“Of course got his name right here” he said going to look at his notes. “Victims name is one Dr. Gold he up in recovery right now”

And at that Killian fainted…

He awoke later on a cot in the main area of the hospital. The police officer was there standing over him along with several doctors and nurses. “Jones, your awake” came the reply of one Dr. Emma Swan. Killian sat up his head pounding. “What happened?” he said his memory still a bit foggy.

“You fainted son, right after I told you who was attacked by the killer last night” came the reply of the officer. Killian rubbed his head in reply, his memory blanking. “Who did get attacked last night” the intern asked getting up from the bed to his feet.

“It was Gold Killian” Swan told him. And then Killian proceeded to faint yet again, of course Emma caught him. “Oh no you don’t tiger, your not doing that again” he steadied him.

Gold….Gold was blind….he was injured and it was all his fault. Sure he hated the man but Killian wouldn’t wish what happened to him on his worst enemy. He had to go find and…ummm..just find him for now.

“Where is he?” he asked his voice cracking again. “He’s up on the fourth floor, in intense care why do you ask?” Immediately he pushed Emma down to the bed and took off running through the halls.

He made it to the elevator managing to avoid the other doctors and nurses. It was the longest elevator ride of his life if he was being honest, but it finally ended and the intern fled down the hall. Now which room was he in, that was the question.

It didn’t take long for him to find him at the end of the hall. The door was wide open and Gold laid inside. Was he sleeping? Killian couldn’t tell, there were bandages over his eyes. Either way the mans eyes were closed. But from what he herd the man no longer even had them.

Killian slumped inside and sat in the chair on the other side, making sure the door was closed behind him. He placed his face in his hands and let out a huge sigh, good lord what had he done.

  “No, no,” the older priest chuckled softly, at last lifting his head. He eyed Killian with a gaze that was cryptic, but not unkind. “I find your eagerness refreshing. Truthfully, I believe we need more of it in this church.”

Gold climbed to his feet then, offering Killian a hand up. “Shall we, then, Father Jones?“ He gave the young man a soft smile. "There’s much to do.”

Killian was relived the older priest didn’t find his enthusiasm too out of the ordinary. Well he did say it was, what the other man conveyed was that he actually liked it. Quite the opposite  of what Killian originally thought. A sigh of relive and released tension left his lips and he kept his gaze on the other man. 

He gave the man a smile at his words for nothing else seemed appropriate. Well at least the other priest appreciated his enthusiasm, it would be rather embarrassing to Killian if he didn’t.

Killian looked up at him and his out stretched hand. “Yes of course, theres honestly so much I wish to observe from you” he said said taking the hand that was offered to him. 

;Semi Hiatus Notice

So guys lets things out on the table shall we? 

The last month or so has been quite the roller coaster ride for me and so much has happened tbh. Drama seems to find me no matter where I got and I finally think I can get rid of it and then it comes back. I’ve had to deal with a few things yesterday and I almost deleted this account if not for a few dear friends of mine helping me through, so thank you for that everyone.

Now what this message is too address is the matter of my activity. I had a fight with my family today Dad injected and I made a snide comment resulting in him having a blow up episode. He said he would be taking the router with him to work tomorrow and you all know I get unplugged  when my mom hits the hay. I sneak downstairs and plug it and unplug it later like I usually do well, I have no idea of knowing if that will happen anymore.

I am confident I can sneak tonight I am, but if Dad does carry through with his threat tomorrow like mom says he likely will, then I have no idea if my wifi will be left downstairs when my dad sleeps. I can only hope for the best right now or I will be completely cut off from a dear friend of mine due to timezone issues.

My dad might forget mom says that could happen too cos he is in a happy mood right now. But I want to warn people if my activity goes down this is why. I also may or may not vanish for a few days cos my dad can be a prick sometimes. If I do vanish I don’t want anyone to worry, its because my dad is being a jerk and keeping me off. If its going to be for a long time I will head to the public library and hopefully reach out to people to let them know I’m okay.

I’m sorry for like nil activity as of late and then news like this gets posted, I’m so sorry guys I truly am. So for now I am going on semi - hiatus, I will reblog these to a few blogs just so people know whats up. And any replies I do during this fuckery if it happens will be queued to keep me active. And everything will be queued, memes, meme replies, drafts and gif sets, starters might be the only thing that gets posted. 

Mom says it likely won’t last forever, its just till I get him to trust me I guess. Now this may not even happen so you can totally disregard this. I should be coming back tonight and if I will I will update you, and if I don’t update you then well   I’m fucked and I won’t be on till tomorrow night.

Hope you all can understand this, if you would like to unfollow me be my guest I will not hate you. 

I love you all <3 thanks for sticking by me

~ Cally

     She doesn’t even know what hour it is,   but Red is      exhausted,   and so she is unnamused on so many      levels right now.  For a moment the brunette thinks      that,    maybe,    she needs to begin locking up her       home far more securely of a night,   that way Hook      can’t sneak inside.    Or, just casually moving back      into Granny’s without telling him.     He’ll surely get      a shock when he sneaks in to find no one,    or,   a      new group of people living here..   . She rubs at her      tired   eyes  before  combing  a  hand  through  her       disheveled mass of hair.

              ❝ I hope that was rhetorical, Killian. ❞

Okay someone was in a mood tonight. Well he did after all break into her room uninvited so maybe that had set her off. Killian really hoped Ruby wasn’t annoyed with him coming here so often, her advice and counsel we very important to the pirate.

“I don’t think it was” he said “Look I just need your help something can you assist me?”

     Villains don’t get happy endings,      Red hears inside of her head,       but she will never say it out loud to the Pirate.  Not for fear of the      argument that will come over the fact he isn’t a villain. Still, those       are words that Red tells herself now, too.        Even if she’s not a       villain,  so much,   she’s a monster,    and they don’t get a happy       endings either.   It makes the fact she’s stuck here, with only her      Granny as her family, feel a little better.     Red swigs back some       more of the whiskey.

              ❝ It’ll get better. Even if he doesn’t work it out with                  you. There’s still Nat and Nath, you’ve got a little                  life there,            whether you remember it or not. ❞

He thinks for a moment a few set of words coming back to him. Villains don’t get happy endings, perhaps his soon to be ex husband was right. Maybe Killian wasn’t meant to ever find happiness, maybe he was to remain forever alone.

Killian slams the empty cup on the table with a small sigh. Life always had its way of causing trouble beyond belief, but for once could it let things be happy.

                      “It always gets better right before it gets worse.                      I have to stay strong for the kids though, especially                      Nathan. He can’t have his father be an emotional                    wreck”

THIS MUN DOESN'T JUST WANT ROMANCE AND SMUT!

“He is. But your important to me too Ruby, you both are”