#findingmilah

[thepiratehero-a]

She blinks, standing in the middle of the kitchen that is currently covered in some sort of pancake mix and dry cereal. Such things happened when you let toddlers prepare breakfast on their own. "Remind me why we have children again?"

At this point Killian was rather used to the messes. After all when they had three little ones, messes were rather common. Not that Hope was old enough yet to cause trouble with her siblings, but she was sure to start up as soon as she was able to walk. “Because when they are not destroying the house they are actually rather adorable.” he stated with a smirk. Though even when causing messes he still finds them adorable most of the time.

Liam walked over to the two with a plate covered in cereal and pancake mix. “We maded you bweakfast.” 

[nautilusfirstmate-blog]

celebrating the holidays on tumblr a little differently this year. in the past, i haven’t done a whole lot through my rp blogs to celebrate, and this year i wanted to change that. and what better way than to shine some light on the handful of rp partners i’ve had over the last 4 years that have made my time here so much better than it could’ve ever been without them?

please note there is no order to these, and i adore every one of the people i will be posting about to the max

12 Baes of Christmas

Shelly aka @justcallmejolly @finding-milah

Only the best ship to ever ship. Bless Shelly for giving love to one of the most hated characters in the fandom-- one that I have always loved & was so happy to see a blog for. Milah deserves better & you can bet your ass we made sure it happened. That plus the ultimate soulmates of all soulmates & this woman has definitely made my pirate child a very happy one for nearly 4 years. Jolly/Liam II is just a complete bonus that makes me giggle whenever I think about it.

[themxdhatter]

He finds it when they’re setting the nursery up for the new baby. The furniture was already in place and everything had slowly started to be cleaned and ready for the boy’s arrival.  He’d gone into the attic to put a few odds and ends away when he noticed a box he couldn’t recall putting there and started rifling through it. 

The fish didn’t look like anything from this world and from the stitching, it looked old. 

Wherever it had come from, he couldn’t remember. 

Wherever he had ended up was beautiful and the boy swore he’d caught a glimpse of fairies fluttering among the trees. He dusted off his hat and carried it with him not but a few feet before a voice spoke behind him.

“Beware the mermaids.“

Turning, he caught sight of the boy clad in green cloth. “Mermaids?”

“Aye, mermaids. They’re nasty little tricksters and like to try to lure the boys into the lake. I don’t remember seeing you at our bonfires before. Tell me, how did you come to Neverland?“

He held up the hat. “I travel with my hat. I’ve been trying to find someone.”

“And you believe them to be here?“

He hesitated. “I’m not sure.“

“If you’re lost, there’s always room for you here. Neverland’s always a home for lost boys.“

“I’m not lost! But I need to get back,“ he went to open the hat’s portal but the clinking of the other boy’s tongue stopped him. 

“No one leaves here without my permission. But I’ll tell you what, if you really want to leave, we can make a trade.“

“A trade?“

“Aye, you see this land runs on happy thoughts, they give the land its magic. If you trade me one happy thought, I’ll let you come and go as you please until you find what it is you’re looking for. Do we have a deal?“

One memory for the chance to come and go while he looked for his family... “We have a deal,” and he conjured up the happiest memory he could think of, of being at the beach house with his mama and the fish clutched tight in his arms that he’d carried everywhere with him. The fish he’d carried with him in his coat pocket since he’d started traveling...and just as soon as he thought of it, the memory and the toy were gone. 

“You’d best be on your way...what was your name?“

“Jefferson...“

He dusted off the old toy and took it downstairs with him. Giving it a quick clean and once he was sure it was safe, he placed the little fish in the crib to wait for the newest arrival. 

[themxdhatter]

"I know it's a lot. Believe me, I know."

“...“

“It’s fine...“

[itfeelswrongtorunaway]

Lost and Found || Bae and Milah

@finding-milah || continued from: x

”Why? - why did you have to leave?” Baelfire choked out and tightened the hug just a bit. Afraid that if he let go, she would disappear right in front of him. He still found it hard to believe it wasn’t just a dream.

It wasn’t before his stomach growled angrily, he pulled away. Fishing the stolen apple out of his pocket, he would devour it greedily, as he hadn’t really been eating much lately.

[drinksrum]

"I couldn’t go through with it."

sentence meme I can’t find || not accepting

                             Killian tried to school the look of disappointment on his face. “He’s only bringing you down, Milah. Causing you unhappiness. You’ve told me as much yourself.” She’d said so herself, many times. She yearned to live a life of adventure, one he could gladly provide aboard his ship. But she had yet to take the final plunge, to leave her husband.

                            “We raise anchor in three days time for the northern waters, and I would love to have you by my side when we do.” He would not force her, of course, but he did hope that she would gather up the courage to fight for her own happiness.

[themxdhatter]

@finding-milah

It didn’t matter how often he saw it, the sight in the kitchen was one to behold. On one side of the island there was his daughter, perched on a stool and leaning on her elbows, while on the other there was the woman he had come to love mimicking her stance as they shared a plate of chocolate chip cookies, talking and laughing nearly too low for him to be able to hear what was being said. He waited until Grace took a sip of tea and headed out of the room before he stepped in. 

It was all he could have asked for when it had come to Grace and, in many ways, himself. He had found someone who had been willing to love him despite the flaws she saw and someone who had been willing to love his daughter as his own. Someone who had stayed by him even at his worst; someone who had captured his heart in a way he hadn’t thought possible since the loss of his wife. 

His arms went around her waist and he didn’t offer her much time to relax before he leaned in to steal a kiss. 

The first brush felt just like every other kiss they had shared since they had gotten involved: gentle, soft, and inviting him to lean in a little further. Then here was a jolt that surged through his body, the same as it had the first time he had woken up naked beside her yet stronger, as if the magic was trying to force its way out of his body. 

Behind his closed eyes, he could see scenes playing out. There was the laughter and the scent of the sea again yet this time it was accompanied by the sound of feet running across wood, his feet, and the laughter he had come to recognize as Milah’s. Everything flashed by quick: a stuffed fish, both of Hook’s hands reaching out, a broken arm and Hook’s....his father’s voice telling him something about the pirate in him and crying, Milah...his mother’s homemade strawberry pie. The pinch and sting of a crab claw, being curled up between them in their bed, cuddling with her while his father was away. 

His mother’s wet cheeks as she told him to be a good boy.

He pulled back from the kiss with a harsh gasp, eyes wide as he stared at the human version of the ship who’s deck he now remembered running upon as a boy.

“I...I...I have to go....”

[captainofthejewel]

@finding-milah liked for a bar owner au starter

                    “Now, normally I’d inquire as to why one of my patrons has such a dour expression, but most of said patrons are usually regulars. And I’d prefer not to scare off new ones with being too nosy. So instead, what can I get for you, lass? Whatever you want. On the house.”