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atlhs had yet another hot springs scene -_- it was trite and unnecessary, I thought we might be free after the last ‘overhearing the gals’ scene but I guess I was being optimistic



^what happens when you try to change the corrupt system from the inside. but actually I do think it’s an interesting thing to highlight, the ‘what are you willing to sacrifice now for the power to do something ‘good’ later’. anyway this is what makoto’s future is going to be if we let atlus turn her into a cop


yusuke sounded so serious lmao






akane :( also the vibes of the ceo is like a guy asking ai to do his homework. also I figured out why I don’t like his design, he looks like tony stark




since makoto’s usually the most level-headed of the group, I like when she gets pushed past reason—even when it was somewhat about proving herself, the core of it was driven by wanting to protect people who were helpless…




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took one of the screencaps because I was like. hi sae! I like that akane gets a phantom thief costume, I hope we get some interesting shadow stuff… although, I’m wondering what impact forced monarchy has on a psyche…? Or if it’s just flooding the shadow with power? anyway I just started the stealth part, zenkichi’s so slow lmao his old man knees
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All the Little Horses Part 7
Week 20
You've got a heavyweight in your belly at 20 weeks pregnant (well, in baby terms, anyway). Your little champ weighs about 10 ounces and has a height, crown to rump, of about six and a half inches. Think small cantaloupe (and probably as sweet too). While your baby is definitely getting bigger, there's still plenty of growing room in there, which allows them to twist and turn (and allows you to feel those acrobatics!). You may find, a few ambivalent or anxious feelings you're even ambivalent about admitting (Me a mom? There must be some mistake!). Don't worry — and hang on. At some point in pregnancy (and usually once that pregnancy becomes a very visible reality) just about every expectant mother (and father!) begins to feel anxiety and fear as though she's on a runaway train — with enormous changes coming round the bend
I stood in the kitchen, cutting up an apple for breakfast, focusing intently on the crisp sound of the knife cutting through the fresh fruit. I’d gone to the store the other day, and had spent ninety percent of the time trying to convince Cal that we didn’t need half of the things he grabbed, and the other ten percent trying to control my desire to grab random things to make concoctions. Eating natural sugar was supposed to control my craving for other types according to my mother, but I still ended up eating ice cream at eleven at night only to groan in annoyance after a few spoonfuls and put it back. After a few minutes though, I would have the carton back out and a spoon in hand. Cal always found this little routine funny, but he constantly joined in, and told me that anything in moderation was fine. Besides, he’d tease, I was constantly walking and doing all the work outs that Ada had specified for me. At least those made me feel a little better about the massive weight that was sitting between my hips.
Cal chose that moment to leave the bedroom. He hummed to himself while he fixed his cuff links and pinned them together. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he came up behind me and pressed a light kiss on my cheek. I chuckled softly, and set the knife down, before stepping around him to grab the bottle of ketchup I had left on the counter. He glanced at it suspiciously before saying, “You put that on your apples and I swear to God, I will break off our engagement.”
Smiling wickedly at him, I uncapped the bottle and dumped it on my apples. Cal looked appalled when I lifted one of the apples slices up and bit into it then, ketchup and all. I swallowed and then sticking my tongue out at him, I said, “Go ahead, break up with me.”
Turning away he grumbled something and I smiled as I leaned my lower back against the counter and finished my apple slice. I swallowed, and revealed in how good it felt to keep food down, even if it was the most disgusting combination the world had yet to see. As I went to grab another slice, my stomach did a rapid turn, and my hand flew to my belly, which had swollen to twice its size over the past month. Cal hadn’t noticed my movement yet, and I felt the baby turn again, and place a soft kick into my hip. I smiled to myself, and ran my hand along the spot where I had felt the movement, ignoring the pains in my skin from its growth.
Cal turned around from pouring his coffee and the minute he saw my hand, his eyes dropped to my stomach and he asked, “She moving again?”
“He is moving like an Olympic gymnast, maybe we should think about enrolling him in gymnastics.” I replied with a mischievous smile. Our baby certainly seemed up to the task. It had been tossing in my stomach for days now, kicking and making its presence known, mostly in the middle of the night when I was sleeping. And just like my mother had promised, sleep was getting harder to find. I had started pressing myself up against Cal’s back so that he could feel our child’s acrobatics, but also because I liked the support now.
Just as everyone had promised me, the first few weeks of my second trimester had been fantastic, I had felt amazing, but now, everything was starting to catch up with me. My new weight now felt like a hundred pounds when it was really only ten, my ankles were swollen, and my legs felt like they might seize up at any second. Other than those though, I felt like I was actually glowing. The baby wasn’t too much of a pain yet, and I could still enjoy it, but that was going to change very soon, and I knew that.
Cal stepped toward me and setting his mug on the counter next to me, he leaned down and cupped the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss. I smiled around the touch and whispered, “Are you going to get off work early today?”
“Most likely, why?” He replied as he set his hand on my stomach and baby kicked out against his hand, making him smile. I set my hand on top of his and grinning up at him, I whispered, “Because I want to start looking at paint for the nursery, and what we might want to do for cribs and all that. My mom told me at lunch yesterday that we better start planning now, cause it’ll be here before we know it.”
Cal seemed to glow with happiness, before pressing a kiss to my forehead and whispering, “I’ll be home by six, and I’ll bring take out. Do you want Chinese again?”
I made a face and pulled away, shaking my head. He laughed and grabbed his coffee from behind me. “Alright, I call you and ask what you want when the time comes.”
With that he grabbed his jacket and was walking out the door. I smiled and waved at him, admiring how sure he seemed about this whole thing. Where I was stumbling around, trying to balance reading baby books, and blogs about pregnancy, he seemed to just have a natural affinity for the whole topic. It made me that much more settled though. Heaven forbid if he was in a panic about this whole thing. I didn’t need to see the mess that would come out of the two of us both panicking about this.
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A couple hours later in the day, I had decided that Gisa was probably more prepared for being a mother than I was, and I was having my baby in less than five months. She had insisted on me coming with her to look at canvases and paints for the painting she was going to do for the baby’s nursery.
Walking ahead of me, her arms laden with art supplies, she called over her shoulder, “Maybe you guys should do like a jungle theme? I could come in and paint trees and animals all over the room.”
Laughing at how invested she was in a room that hadn't even been decided on, I said, “I’ll add it to the list of ideas.”
She turned down another aisle, and I followed dutifully, my eyes taking in the glittering paint and colored paper. Gisa simply turned and dumped everything in the cart I had and then said, “See, I need to know what you guys are doing ahead of time so I can finish the painting.”
Shaking my head I picked up a particularly loud shade of yellow and looked it over before putting it back and sighing. My sister was in front of me in seconds her eyes observant as she asked, “Everything okay?”
I simply moved her to the side and and grabbed another bottle of paint to look at. My sister would not be ignored though. She grabbed something off the shelf and then sticking her face back in mine she asked in a sing song voice, “Oh Mare, what are you thinking?”
I laughed at the hideous ceramic mask she was holding up to her face. She had probably seen it on the shelf and had grabbed after it to go along with her silly voice. Rolling my eyes at her as she danced around my back to my other side, I teased, “You’re weird, you know that?”
She set the mask down and then stuck her tongue out before replying, “Oh please, and you aren't?”
“No, I just hide it better than you.” I laughed as I put the paint back and turned to look at the other side of the aisle. Gisa didn’t let my tone fool her though. My charades had never been good enough to get past my astute little sister. She stepped up next to me again and then asked softly, “What’s on your mind?”
I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye for a moment, but she was busy looking down at the paintbrushes that were for sale. Surely I could tell my little sister what was bothering me? Gisa had a wisdom beyond her years, she had been gifted that from a young age it seemed. I sighed softly again, wishing I had that kind of insight, before whispering, “have you ever thought your were so ill prepared for something that you were going to ruin everything?”
She raised a perfectly kept brow at my question before looking at me with a worried expression. “Mare, I dont think you’re going to be a bad mother. I think you’re going to be a great one actually.”
“As nice as it sounds coming from you, that’s not how I feel. I mean honestly Gisa, I’ve never really liked kids, you know that.” I said quickly as I started to walk along the shelves, looking at all the items there. Gisa trailed after me, like a little ray of sunshine that was slowly being covered with clouds. “But its different when it’s your kid, I see the way you get when no one’s looking. You’re always smiling down at your stomach and whispering to it. You love your baby already Mare, dont you?”
“Of course I do,” I admitted softly, and then shaking my head I continued, “But it’s not about loving it. I just... what if I can’t handle it? How the hell do you raise another human being without actually knowing what you’re doing half the time?”
Gisa shrugged and then said, “Do you honestly think mom and dad knew what they were doing half the time with us. I mean come on, they raised the five of us, and we didn’t turn out too bad.”
I chuckled, and then gave her a tiny smile as I said, “No, I guess we didn't.”
“And come on, your parenting books that you keep reading? Don’t deny that you read them, I’ve seen you. They have to at least say something about the fact that parenting is faking it till you make it ninety percent of the time.” She said with a roll of her eyes before grabbing our cart and pushing it along side me. She titled her head to the side as she leaned against the handle of the cart and reassured, “Besides, you’re not going to be perfect as a parent, no one is, but your baby’s going to love you no matter how many times you mess up.”
“Maybe you should write a parenting book.” I replied with a laugh as I slipped my arm through hers and walked next to her. Her words had certainly been reassuring. Maybe I had been going about this all wrong, maybe I should be focused less on the future and what might come, and more one what was going on right now. After all, if my baby kept growing as fast as it was, I was going to miss everything while I was busy worrying about it. Gisa shrugged at my comment, pulling me out of my thoughts, and then flicking her fiery hair over her shoulder, she said, “It’ll look into writing a series of self help books after I’m done become a major fashion designer.”
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I sank into the couch with my mug of hot chocolate, and then snuggled into Cal’s side, tucking my feet underneath me while I leaned my head on his shoulder. He was busy scrolling through a color catalogue and picking colors while I ate his leftover pasta. I sipped at my drink and then jumping to attention, I pointed to a gorgeous shade of baby blue and annouced, “That one, I want that one.”
“You can’t just pick shades of blue, Mare.” Cal replied with an annoyed huff, as he wrote down the name of the color anyway. I grinned at the fact that I was getting my way, and pressing a kiss to his cheek, I whispered, “Well, it’s a boy, so…”
“Why do you want a boy so badly?” Cal whispered, as if it were a joke, but underneath his teasing tone, I heard a hint of pain. Twisting my neck to glance up at him, I asked, “What’s wrong, why are you getting so defensive?”
“I’m not getting defensive.” He argued, but I could still hear it in his tone. Turning myself completely to face him side on, I replied, “Yes, you are, what’s going on Cal, talk to me.”
He slammed the computer closed before putting in on the table and standing up. My back straightened immediately and mug ace heated as he shouted, “I just don’t want a son, there’s nothing else to it!”
Gripping my mug tighter in my hands, I hissed, “No there is, or you wouldn’t be acting like this.”
His hands closed into fists at his side, before he threw his arms up and shouted, “You want to know why, fine. I don’t want a son, because I’m terrified that I’m going to be exactly like my father with him.”
I sat in stunned silence, confusion written all over my features. He sat down heavily next to me, and buried his head in his hands as he mummbled, “I just want my kid to be happy, to know that no matter what choices they make, I love them, and that it’s okay for them to not agree with me. But I’m so worried, because everyday I feel like I’m becoming more and more like my father.”
I set my mug down quietly on the table. Slowly I scooted closer to him, and wrapped my arms around his middle before setting my head on his shoulder. “Cal, why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?”
“You were worrying enough as it was, and I... and I figured this feeling would pass eventually.” He whispered as he slowly tried to pull away. I held him tighter though, and whispered, “You know, Gisa told me something really profound today.”
He snorted and then murmured, “She does that on a daily basis I feel like.”
“She’s wise beyond her years, thats for sure,” I replied, my lips pulling up in a solemn smile before I continued, “She told me that we’re not going to be perfect parents, no one can be, but no matter what happens, our baby will love us, and we will love it.”
Turning his head slightly to look at me, he said, “I doubt our kid will love me if I tell him how to live every aspect of his life.”
I set my chin on his shoulder and smiling I replied, “No one likes being told what to do, but I think we do what we think is right for the kid. It’ll be our job to take care of this baby and to help it so that it doesn't go through the same hardships that we went through.”
He turned his head slightly to press his forehead against my own as he whispered, “What would I ever do without you?”
“Probably nothing.” I replied with a light laugh. Inside of me, the baby somersaulted again, and I smiled even wider as I buried myself in Cal’s arms.
#all the little horses#modern au#red queen#glass sword#kings cage#marecal#i love them#and this things is now so much bigger than I thought#the eternal ship#atlh
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All the Little Horses Part 5
Week 12
If you haven't already had the pleasure, it's likely that at this month's checkup you'll finally hear your baby's fetal heartbeat — a sound that will make your heart race with joy! For some women, right about now, a possible side effect of uterine growth is what your OB-GYN would call round ligament pain. Basically, they are pregnancy growing pains that feel like achy or sharp pains on one or both sides of the abdomen. You may be wondering too whether your feelings about making love are normal. Try to go with the flow. Your partner may be entranced by your ripening breasts and belly, but, his eager eyes (and hands) may be the last things you want to feel on your body right now.
(/Mare/)
I shifted in the small, plastic chair in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. Cal sat next to me, pretending to flip through a magazine to hide how uncomfortable he was with the silence around us. We had tried to get an appointment early in the morning so that we could enjoy the rest of the day, but that had turned out to be a very big mistake. First off, waking up had been a disaster for me, and now, we were the only people in the waiting room besides the receptionist behind the check-in counter, who was popping her gum every few seconds and typing on her computer. We had arrived early on purpose, since it was our first appointment. When we had walked up to the checkin counter though, both of us nervous bundles of energy, the receptionist had rolled her eyes, popped her gum, and told us that the doctor wasn’t in yet.
She had told us that we could either wait in the office, or go back downstairs to the little cafe and wait there. I had made an executive decision at that point and had sat down in one of the many plastic chairs along the wall. Cal had followed suit, and the two of us had sat in silence for ten minutes.
I wiggled in the seat again though, running my fingers along the pain in my side that came when I stretched my midsection. It had started last week at the base of my hip and crept up my stomach and to the other side. It was agonizing by the end of the day normally, but right now, it felt like my abdomen was just sore. Next to me, Cal glanced up from his magazine and then whispered, “Do you want to ask her about that?”
“I told you Cal, it’s just growing pains.” I murmured as I massaged the area softly. At least, I hoped it was growing pains, the pregnancy book I had bought told me it was. I wasn’t sure what else it could be, other than that. Cal had been worrying though, it seemed that was all he was really doing lately, ever since it had started to show exactly what was happening inside of my body at the moment.
I smiled to myself though as I thought about it, and stretched out my leg to toe one of the toys that was scattered across the floor. The piece rolled and rattled softly as I did so, and Cal glanced at me again, this time with a raised brow. When we had first been dating he had told me that sometimes I reminded him of a child when I couldn’t sit still. I’d kicked him under the table multiple times that night after that comment, but he’d never taken it back. Apparently he was thinking the same thing now too.
The nurse leaned away from the desk then and said something to someone who had come in, and then poked her head out to look at us. “She’s here if you two want to go back.”
She blew another bubble with her gum, which popped loudly, shattering the silence. Cal was already up though, tossing the magazine down, and offering me a hand that I turned down as I rose. He wiped his palms on the legs of his jeans and grabbed my bag for me instead. Honestly, he was more excited about this than I was.
He opened the door for me, and I gave him a look before whispering, “Slow down cowboy, you’re not going to see anything special on the ultrasound.”
“We’re going to see the baby, that’s all that matters.” He said with a boyish grin. Rolling my eyes at his response, I ducked into the back offices, where a young woman was washing her hands in a sink. She glanced up and smiling widely at us, she offered her hand and said, “Doctor Wallace, you can call me Ada though. You two must be the early risers.” She chuckled softly and I took her hand, shaking it, before smiling and replying, “We thought we’d get it over with early.”
Cal took her hand tightly and shook it eagerly, receiving a laugh from her and wink as she said, “Well one of you is certainly excited.”
Smiling sheepishly, Cal withdrew his hand and nudged me to say, “Mare said this was a big appointment.”
“It should be, Jackie told me that this is your first.” Ada said with a bright smile before gesturing for us to follow her. She glanced at us over her shoulder and winking she chuckled, “Running a little late in that department you two.”
I stepped in behind her, laughing around my nerves as we followed her down the white hallways, past a bank of windows that showed the traffic of downtown New York below.
She opened a door down the way, and held it open for us as we entered. I hesitated in the doorway, suddenly uncertain. What if something was wrong with the baby, what if she saw it and told us that we would have to start treatments for a defect? What if the baby wasn’t healthy and she told me that I was going to lose it?
Cal set his hand on my lower back softly, and then gave me a nudge forward since I had paused a little too long in the doorway. I shook myself out and stepped into the room, glancing around warily at all the equipment. Ada gave me another smile, and gestured to the examination table. “Your welcome to sit anywhere while we talk and get your file started, but sooner or later your going to be on the table.”
I crossed to the room, thanking her, before sitting on the table, while Cal sat next to me. His foot started bouncing immediately, he was already ecstatic just to be here. My hands closed into fists on my thighs though, and I felt my stomach turn. It wasn’t the typical morning sickness feeling that I had been dealing with for the past few weeks. This feeling was more along the lines of I was going to throw up because I was nervous as hell.
Ada pulled her stool over to us, and flipping through her clipboard she asked, “So Doctor Oswald put conception at about 12 weeks ago, is that right?”
“I was 5 weeks when I found out, at least, that’s what she said.” I whispered. The room was freezing, was it supposed to be this cold? Maybe I should have brought a jacket, I figured it was warm enough that I could only wear a t-shirt today.
Ada nodded and wrote something down before tapping her pencil on her lips. “Have you noticed anything unusual about yourself lately?”
“Besides the fact that I’ve gained six or seven pounds in three weeks and constantly throw up?” I deadpanned, and she at least had the grace to laugh. I relaxed a little bit as she shook her head and replied, “More unusual than that, strange bumps in strange places, maybe you’ve run a fever a lot?”
I shook my head and she smiled as she wrote something down and murmured, “Good, good.”
A few seconds later, after she had read through her notes again she said, “Well, from what I hear you’ve already experienced the terrible blues of morning sickness, and you should be experiencing some growing pains if you put that much weight on.” She said with a gentle laugh before setting her clipboard aside. I threw a superior look at Cal, who shrugged at the fact that I had been right the whole time. Ada seemed to miss the look and rising from her stool, she said, “Why don’t you follow me and we’ll do a weigh in. Doctor Oswald gave me a starting weight for you from your last visit with her.”
I rose slowly and Cal offered me a smile as I followed Ada out of the room and into the hallway again.
We returned a few minutes later and Ada wrote down my numbers before turning and clasping her hands together. “Alright, I think it’s time.” Cal straightened up immediately, and his foot began tapping even quicker agasint the floor, practically shaking the whole chair. Ada rolled the machine up next to me and smiling sweetly, she whispered, “Are you ready?”
Nodding slowly, I settled back to look up at the ceiling. Cal grabbed my hand immediately, and I realized how clammy my hand felt in his. He gave me a worried smile before pressing a light kiss to my temple. I leaned into his touch for a moment and whispered, “What if something’s wrong?”
“She doesn’t seem to think anything’s wrong.” Cal replied in an equally soft whisper, almost avoiding my question entirely. Ada was speaking to me, but I could only look over Cal’s shoulder slightly, lost in my worries. She might not know something is wrong until she looks at the ultrasound. She hadn't even run any tests. Something could still be wrong and she could miss it, only to tell us when it was too late to fix it.
I felt her lift my shirt slightly, and I gripped Cal’s hand tightly as all out panic set in. He smiled down at me though, his eyes dancing as he looked back to Ada, who was chatting idly about something.
“This is going to be a little cold,” She announced before placing the gel over my stomach. I fliched at the cold as she pushed the head of the ultrasound against my skin. The tip was freezing and I shivered as she maneuvered it across my skin, purposely turning my head away from the monitor. A few seconds later though, Cal exhales softly, and then whispers, “Oh Mare, you have to look, love.”
I peeked over my shoulder at the monitor and felt my heart squeeze. The image blinked in out as Ada tried to line up the monitor, and eventually she caught the perfect angle. My heart seemed to freeze in my chest before it leaped into action again and swelled in joy. There it was, there was our baby. It was so tiny, so little, and looked oddly like a bean, sitting inside a pool black. I couldn’t imagine it growing bigger and eventually being outside of me though. How would I protect it, how would I keep it safe from all the horrible people in the world?
Smiling down at me, Ada reached her other hand out and asked, “Do you want to hear something special?”
I nodded and she pressed a small button on the monitor, and instantly we could hear a rapid pulsing sound. Cal’s hand squeezed mine so tight that I thought he would cut off all circulation to my fingers. I glanced up at him and saw that he had adapted that boyish grin again, the only difference was that his eyes were misty as he whispered, “Oh… Mare...it’s so beautiful.”
I felt my own heart race with joy, but underneath it, I felt the same fears. Our baby was so tiny, so innocent, and so defenseless, how could I possibly defend it?
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Later that night, I stepped out of the bathroom dressed in a loose shirt that hung down to the middle of my thighs. Cal was sitting in the bed, staring intently down at the ultrasound. He’d stared at it from the moment we had walked back into the apartment after running a few more errands. He honestly hadn't stopped looking at it. He’d analyzed every inch of it, from the size of the baby’s head, to where the arms probably were.
Watching him intently, I sank onto the foot of the bed and then swung my feet up and underneath me so that I was sitting on my heels. Cal glanced at me before saying, “Can you believe how big it’s getting? I mean, we’re already three months in, and-”
I crawled up the bed to him and slowly pulled the image out of his hands, before setting it on the nightstands and settling my hips on top of his. He blinked up at me in surprise before resting his hand on my hip and asking me with a raised brow, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” I purred as I leaned forward to press a light kiss against the base of his jaw. He relaxed at the touch, and then slipped his hand down to cup my backside and pull me closer to him. I smiled against his neck and nipped at his skin softly, letting him know that I liked him touching me there. He pressed his lips into my neck in response, and slowly, I looped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. He dragged my shirt up as he ran his hands up my back, his fingers like fire on my skin. I growled lovingly in his ear and ground my hips against his, feeling him swell with pleasure underneath me. I sighed heavily against his skin and pressed a light kiss into his neck as he brought his hands around to my front. His fingers danced along my stomach for a moment, and the sensation was extremely odd. I shivered at the feeling, and pulled away a little bit. Cal smiled though, completely entranced as he slowly laid me back and pushed my shirt up to my ribcage. His lips followed his hands, tracing the mound of my stomach as he whispered sweet nothings against my skin.
I should have known the whole thing was a mistake, but we were both so caught up in the moment that neither of us had really considered the consequences of the rapid changes my body had gone through so far. He reached up and squeezed my breast and I let out a cry of pain and pulled away, practically scrambling out from underneath him as I wrapped my arms around myself and curled into a little ball.
“Mare! Oh my god Mare, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know!” Cal cried as he tried to reach out to touch me. I pulled away though and through gritted teeth, I hissed, “No, no, that was my fault, I thought it would be okay.”
He tentatively set his hand on my arm and whispered, “I’m guessing any form of touching is off limits until the baby’s here?”
I nodded, and then groaning, I rolled onto my back and cried, “This is some sick cosmic joke!”
Cal only laughed in response.
#red queen#glass sword#kings cage#rq4#getting back into it#atlh#all the little horses#my fanfic#back in it#coming back#who's excited#i am#next up#gold as the crown
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Are you still gonna do a vampire AU?
Yup, still trying. At the moment, I have quite a few projects open. So here’s the order of things:
1. Gold as the Crown (big priority cause its time I finished what I started)
2. All the Little Horses
3. Vampire AU
¾. One more Part to the Modern Au and One more part to Song of Fire
#(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#my fanfics#red as the dawn#silver as the sword#gold as the crown#red queen#glass sword#kings cage#AtLH#all the little horses#modern au#song of fire
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(This isnt really a question lol) I like that you don't use any of the common pregnant cliches like over emotional and cranky(although a cranky mare sounds like a hoot) Please don't quit "all the little horses" and keep up your good work!
Haha thanks. (: I have tried to stay away from tropes, but as everyone knows, eventually I fall into them. They’re just so much easier XD (Cranky mare might make an appearance in AtLH)
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