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Deluluism .......

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Gone times. 1

It was just today morning that you laid with your loved in his embrace and warmth.

And now you sat on the cold tile hiding.....huddled under a desk praying for your life and for the life of the one inhibiting your womb. After years of waiting your prayers were finally heard and the child of your love resided within you. You were so happy to be finally able to complete your family but today all hope seemed loose. Your every breath felt like ticking time towards doom. The screams of the deads still rings in your ear as they plead and begged to be saved from slaughter. Your thoughts went to those people... no they weren't people they were curses slaughtering everyone. Your first instinct was to protect your unborn child and you went into hiding after that you tried calling your husband. He was always early picking up your calls but today he didn't picked up. You tried again no answer once again no answer....... You tried till it was all silent around you, no more screeching no more wailing just silence and it alerted you. You gathered strength and peeked a little...... to find no one. You relaxed.. taking time to steady your breathe when suddenly your phone rings. It was your husband as you tried picking it up.... a curse broke the wall besides your right as it leaped at you. It grabbed you with its hands that were so big that if it wanted you would be minced meat by now. You were lifted and you could see it's gruesome face now, he had eyes every where and one of them was closed but it slowly opened and to your horror it was a mouth. It wanted to swallow you . Dread overcame you as if it not already did. There was only one thing you knew and could say..

''Satarou!!'' You screamed out for help.

And it didn't took long for the curse to free you as you found yourself in the embrace of someone very familiar yet so foreign.

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Dg crumbs please? With a reader who loves kids and is an educator online, works at daycares or volunteers to go to kindergartens? A sweet child loving s/o?

Thanks for the ask. I'm sorry anon, but child loving s/o is so not me (I have 2 furry children irl and that is enough lol). I changed up the fic slightly, but hope it still hits your parental instincts!

DG/James Lee x Reader: Baby

"What about Eve for a girl?"

"What girl?"

"Or Adam for a boy?"

"What boy?"

DG ignores you, continuing scrolling through his phone. As if his sudden questions made sense, and you're the obtuse one for not following his thread.

"Seriously. James." You could never get used to Diego. "What are you on about?"

"Names."

"Names?!"

He finally looks over, a smirk gracing his features. "Are you just going to parrot me all day?"

Of all the times to talk about this!

"Names! And you want to get... biblical?!"

He shrugs, "They're classic."

"James." A warning tone slips into your voice.

The kind that says if you don't give this conversation your full attention and stop with the aloof act right now, then there would be hell to pay.

He knows this tone well.

With a sigh, he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Y/N."

You know James isn't the type to just make decisions on a whim, but still. You need to be sure.

"Is... Is this a serious conversation?"

"As serious as you want it to be." His whole body language subtly softens.

"I know I always talked about it, but you-"

"Maybe it's because I'm getting older. I like the idea of a mini you or me running around here."

A mini you or mini James. Wouldn't that be a sight to behold.

James can practically hear the cogs in your head start whirring.

Scanning over the penthouse, your brain is suddenly alert to all the sharp edges. So much glass and metal.

You conclude there needs to be some changes.

Glancing down the hallway, you also remark that one of the spare rooms will need renovating.

"Whatever you think is best," he agrees.

When you meet his eyes, he gives you one of his smiles.

Not the DG k-pop smile, all cocksure and alluring. Not the James Lee menacing grin, fangs bared and waiting to bite. The one that always reach his eyes, especially reserved for you.

"And," he continues, "The best part of having a baby is the trying."