#I’ll fix any weird stuff later bc omg using a phone bites

[the-blind-geisha]

Ulbert with an reader who is pregnant, but she isn't sure if it his child or gazefs.

A/N: I’m going to try and get to this one while I have a chance. I’ll have to remember to update the link at some point. 😅

Whenever it came to the idea of children, it was supposed to be a blessing—something wonderful to embrace and adore. Not too long ago you realized the all too obvious signs that you were pregnant. Even your old clothes were having a difficult time fitting over your slightly rounder stomach. However, as it were, you didn’t want to tell Ulbert the truth. The honest truth, however, was you weren’t sure who the father was.

Was it Ulbert’s or was it Gazef’s?

You wanted to ignore the idea you were pregnant. You almost wanted to do something stupid and unspeakable, wrap your stomach to hide the truth of what was growing inside you. But you couldn’t do that. What if it was Ulbert’s? Wouldn’t he be ecstatic?

He was already livid you would dare even speak with let alone consider being with a mere human in this New World. What were you thinking, insulting the pride of a demon?

Even now, Demiurge kept a close watch on you. He had basically become a guard of sorts, an escort to make sure you never ventured off back to the humans without him or his Creator knowing. It was a bit stifling.

As the months would go on, however, you wouldn’t be able to hide what was growing inside of you. What would Ulbert do if the baby was born and it wasn’t his? Would he... kill it out of anger? A part of you wanted to hope he had far more empathy and mercy than this, but given how he was slowly becoming the very creature he made in the video game world, you weren’t sure. Each and every passing day, the old Ulbert from back when seemed to be disappearing behind an avatar of malice and lack of compassion day by day.

He was turning into the very demon he made.

“What’s the matter, y/n?” Ulbert asked one evening. You were busy enjoying dinner but Ulbert found moments where he didn’t care to eat or drink. Demons could do either of those things, but they didn’t really need to do either to live.

You chewed your lower lip, wondering what to say. “I... I have some news, really. I just wasn’t sure when a good time to speak of it would be.”

Ulbert lifted his head in intrigue. Admittedly, he had been anxious in the last few weeks given the obvious trysts you had with Gazef. “Oh? What is it?” The ear of the goat demon twitched, his nostrils flaring in a sort of unnerved attention.

“I am... I’m pregnant..” The words were so hard to let free from your chest. The moment you bothered to utter such a thing, your heart squeezed in agony. Why did you say that? Why did you? You could have gone several more weeks pretending you weren’t pregnant, you thought frantically to yourself.

Demiurge wanted to speak in a congratulatory fashion, but the moment the devil dared open his mouth to do so, Ulbert raised his hand to silence his creation. “Should I be excited for this or dreading it all things considered, y/n?”

You felt your heart grow heavy. “Would you truly do this, Ulbert? Would you blame a child for what I’ve done?”

“You think me the villain in your narrative, y/n?” Ulbert questioned, closing the book he had engrossed himself within as of late. The loud thud of the enormous pages closing made you tense. “I would not be so callous a monster to take my aggressions out on a child I have no ill intentions with, nor would I you for your past mistakes.” His visible eye narrowed. “However, I have no desire to spare the child’s father if it did indeed turn out to be Gazef’s over mine.”

[trilliastra]

Anon bc my sterek blog is a side blog but - those prompts, omg. They're all so good! Maybe start with #7?

7. Is that blood?” “No?” “That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

[I’m sorry, this wasn’t supposed to be sad but my brain works in a weird way]

-

Stilesknows many things, some useful other not so much, but what he doesn'tknow is how to properly use a hammer. Now, one might say if you don't know how to use a hammer, then don't try to use it, but Stiles is stubbornand – as his dad sometimes points out – a little stupid.

“Ah,shit.” Stiles yells, dropping the hammer on his desk. Great, nowhe has a scratch on his desk and a broken finger.

“Stiles,what is –” his dad shows up at the door, the burger he'ssupposed to be grilling for dinner in his hand, “fucking hell, isthat blood?”

Stilesbites at his lip to hold back another curse. Damn, it hurts. “No?”

Hisdad strides into the room, glaring between Stiles and the desk. “That's not a question you're supposed to answer with anotherquestion.” He sighs, inspects Stiles' hand. “Come on, I'll driveyou to the hospital.”

Stilessighs too. Yeah, maybe he's more than a littlestupid.

–

Melissadoesn't laugh when Stiles shows up at the hospital and shows her hisbloodied finger, but her lips curl up and she gives his dad anexasperated sigh before guiding Stiles to the emergency room. “Do Iget a lollipop after this?” He asks her, barely suppressing awhimper when she begins to wipe the blood.

Shedoesn't answer, cuffs him on the back of the head instead and tellshim the doctor will be there in a second to stitch him up. “Don'ttry to hurt the other finger!” She says, turning around.

Stilesglares at her retreating back and makes a mental note to call Scottand tell him his mother is mean.

Thewait takes longer than a second and Stiles kind of wishes he hadremembered to grab his phone before his dad manhandled him inside thecar. As it is he walks around the room, looking for stuff to distracthim but won't cause any more damage. See, dad? He can be responsible.

He'sreading a pamphlet about gonorrhea when the doctor finally shows up. “Sorry.”He apologizes. “We had an emergency with a kid. So you hurt yourfinger?”

Ah,shit. This cannot behappening.

WhenDerek looks up and recognizes him, Stiles shakes his head and says,“ah, shit.”

–

The thingis – Stiles wasn't supposed to be living with his dad aftercollege. He had plans, big and beautiful plans. He was going to askhis boyfriend to move in with him, they'd get an apartment togetherand then some years later a house for the kids. They'd get marriedand live happily ever after with each other.

And then one morning, his boyfriend was gone, taking Stiles’ plans and his heart with him.

“Ididn't know you were living here.” Derek says, still standing onthe same spot near the door.

“Movedback.” Stiles mumbles. “You too?”

“Yeah.”Derek says. “I'm finishing my residency.”

“That'snice.” Stiles says and means it. Derek always wanted to be a doctorand Stiles agrees that he's amazing at it. “And I'd love to hearmore about it but I'm kind of still bleeding here.”

Derek'seyes widen as if he'd forgotten where they were. “Oh, right.” Hemoves quickly to take a look at Stiles' finger and Stiles has to restrain himself from flinching away when Derek toucheshis hand. “Can you move it?”

“Yeah,”Stiles says, gritting his teeth when Derek touches the cut, “but ithurts like a motherfucker.”

Dereksnorts. Stiles wishes he wasn't looking down, he always liked Derek'ssmile. “I will give you something for the pain, if you want.”

“That'dbe good.” Stiles says and tries not to think about all the timesDerek took care of him when he was sick.

It's beensix months and it still hurts.

He watchesDerek working, face focused and hands steady, like he's done this amillion times. And he probably has, Stiles wouldn't know, but God,he wishes he did.

“There.”Derek says as he finishes dressing the wound. “Try to keep it dryand change the dressing twice a day.” He keeps saying, his backturned to Stiles as he disposes of the gloves and the bloodiedcotton. “You can come back in two or three weeks to –”

“Why?”Stiles blurts out. “You owe me at least an answer.”

Hewatches Derek's back stiffen, braces himself for the words eventhough he still doesn't feel ready for the truth. If Derek foundsomeone else he – doesn't know how he's going to react.

“Iowe you?” Derek asks. He turnsaround, stares at Stiles angrily. “How about you tell me why youwere pulling away? Why you weren't telling me where you were goingevery other morning? Why you were lyingto me?”

“What?”Stiles stands up, narrowing his eyes at him. “I was looking for ajob!”

“See?”Derek gestures at him. “You can't even tell me the truth now!”

“Whatthe fuck?” Stiles shakes his head, realizes he's screaming at ahospital but he really can't stop. Derek can't be twisting thisaround to blame him.Stiles wasn't the one who walked away in the middle of the night withthe only explanation being a note saying 'live your life'.“Why did that bother you so much? Why did you fucking walk awayinstead of talking to me about that?”

“Itried!” Derek says back. “But you kept saying you needed moretime to tell me, that it would 'make sense later'.” Derek snorts,humorless. “And you know what? It didmake sense later when I saw you getting out of that apartmentdowntown with a woman.” Stiles blinks, tries to remember what thehell Derek is talking about. “You wanted an out so I gave you anout.” Derek says. “Are you enjoying it with her?”

“Areyou fucking kidding me?” Stiles yells, reaches out for an unusedbag of cotton and throws it at Derek's perfect face, he bats it awayeasily but Stiles still feels a sense of victory when Derek's eyeswiden comically at his outburst. “I was looking for an apartment tolive with you!” He says, stalking towards Derek and punching hischest with his non-injured hand. “The one I was going to tell you about onour anniversary dinner.” Derek opens his mouth and Stiles can heara soft 'oh' escapinghis lips. “Yeah, remember that one? No, because you didn't showup!”

“Iwas studying!”

“Iknow!” Stiles groans, frustrated. It's not about that.“And I admired you for that! But you can't accuse me of cheating onyou just because I wasn't around much when you were doing the exactsame thing!”

Derektakes a step back, expression dazed, like Stiles had just punched himin that beautiful stupid face. “I didn't –”

“What?You didn't think about it?” Stiles cuts, anger finally starting tosubside and being replace with hurt. Derek really didn't trust him,huh? “Or you just didn't trust me?” When Derek's about to answer,Stiles shakes his head. “No, forget it.” It's too late now. Toomuch. “I thought wefelt the same, but apparently I was wrong.” And damn, that makeshis heart ache even more. Stiles poured his everything into theirrelationship, but Derek didn't even trust him enough to start aconversation. To try to fix things. “Thanks for the finger.”Stiles turns around but realizes he can't go without sayingeverything he has to. “I really loved you, you know?” He closeshis eyes when he feels about to cry. “I still do.” Hewhispers to himself and finally, finally,walks away.

–

Hisdad doesn't ask what happened, only looks at him curiously and drivesthem home. When they walk into the house, Stiles immediately pullshim into a hug and just lets himself feel the comfort of being withfamily. “Is everything okay?” His dad finally asks, patting hisback affectionately.

“No.”Stiles answers. “But it will be. Just –” he doesn't finish, buthis dad understands anyway and tightens his hold, letting Stiles cryon his shoulder.

–

Stilesis dozing off on the couch when the doorbell rings. Years of being acop's kid make him stand up immediately, only to relax when he seeshis dad walking down the stairs.

“Whatthe –” he says, opening the door cautiously, “fucking hell,kid. Do you know what time is it?” He doesn't wait for the personto answer, just turns to Stiles and says “you deal with this, I'llgo back to bed”, pats Stiles' shoulder in a way that says hedefinitely won't be sleeping any time soon and walks back to hisroom.

WhenStiles takes a look outside and sees Derek standing at the door,looking completely devastated,he wonders if it's too late to go back to sleep.

–

“Iwas scared.” Derek says as soon as Stiles closes the door behindthem. “I've always been scared.”

“Ofwhat?”

“Oflosing you.” Heanswers, turning to Stiles with wet eyes. “I'm – I'm not goodenough. I've never been – worthy of you.”

“Whatthe fuck?” Stiles rolls his eyes, taking Derek's shirt and slamminghim against the door. “Am I some fucking princess? You don't get todecide who's good for me! I do!”

“Butthat's the thing!” Derek says, slumping against the door. “Ithought you did! I thought you decided I wasn't good enough! And youwere preparing me for the end.” He closes his eyes, taking deepbreaths. Stiles watches him try to calm himself down and waits,angry, confused. “You were pulling away, talking more about yourfriends, about going on vacations, wanting to climb a mountain. I'm –I'm not like that. Inever was. I just thought – that was the end, you know? That wasthe limit of where we could go together.”

Stiles feels himself breaking and lets go of Derek's shirt only to slump against his chest. “Youidiot.” He whimpers. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”He whispers, feels the tears beginning to drop. He can't believe he'sthe cause of this, the cause of Derek's suffering, of his ownsuffering. He can't believe he let Derek think he wasn't good enough,even though he is. Heis everything. “I didn't – I never –”

“I'msorry too.” Derek says, arms circling Stiles' waist and pulling himcloser. “I should have talked to you. I should've tried harder.”

“Weboth should.” Stiles says, hears a sniff and realizes they are bothcrying. God, what a fucking mess they made. “You're more thanenough. You – I love you.I've never loved anyone else.”

“Meneither.” Derek answers. “I love you so much, it hurts me. I wantto keep you forever. And losing you, I can't –”

“Youdidn't.” Stiles touches Derek's hair, holds onto his shouldersbecause he can't trust his legs anymore. “You won't.”

“We'llbe together?”

“Yes,”Stiles laughs, cries, breathes forthe first time in months, “together.”

Forever.