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God I know Zoro is commonly understood as gay, but there is such a strong energy in me for Zoro/fem!Sanji with nigh-identical dynamics to canon, equally as bitchy and rivals and all that, just with an added risk of having to go to Chopper with a bun in the wrong kind of oven.
(Though tbf, manga Zoro is just really demi/gray-ace and could be bi, and also it's a possibility for trans man Sanji, so it doesn't even need to be a genderbend, fem!Sanji just the conversation that the groupchat was having when I started ThinknigâŠ)
Sorry I am weirdly obsessed with pregnancy AUs
I do not have the energy to jump fandoms again, but I need to read some "Sanji and Zoro have to go to Chopper for an Incident" one-shots.
#could be 'we need a morning-after pill' could be 'we need an abortion' could be 'we're keeping it and need prenatal care'#but they do need to go to Chopper a little ashamed about fucking up the protection#I did go look on AO3 but most of it appears to be mpreg instead of trans or gb. which is fine? but not what I'm looking for#one piece#zosan#sanji#roronoa zoro#vinsmoke sanji#phoenix talks#unplanned pregnancy au#accidental pregnancy au#pregnancy au#gender bending#genderbend au#fem sanji#fem!sanji
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The little drabble I wrote for the Athlete Eren/Accidental Pregnancy AU has completely rekindled my love for it, and now I canât stop thinking about how ridiculously head-over-heels Eren would be for Mikasa from the very beginning. Like??? So in love that he'd immediately ask her to stay over at his place, and, of course, ask if they can have sex đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł
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#call it what you want#ciwyw#rowaelin#tog#throne of glass#rowaelin fanfic#rowaelin fanfiction#ciwyw masterlist#throne of glass fanfic#rowaelin fic#baby fic#rowaelin baby fic#accidental pregnancy au#soccer!rowan#rowaelin au#modern au#throne of glass fanfiction
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đâËâč bbydaddy!yoongi (4) âđâËâč
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when yoongi calls to confirm the results of the blood test, reality hits all over again.Â
youâre pregnant.Â
his voice was gentle, with the same calm professionalism he uses with all his patients⊠but it couldnât mask his genuine warmth as he told you the news. you want to believe he sounded excited but it was hard to tell. you settle for the telling warmth in his tone instead.
hearing it out loud brought a whole new set of feelingsâjoy, fear, and then something else: the unavoidable question of how youâd tell your friends.
having a clingy friendgroup is not for the weak.Â
but having a clingy adult friend groupâthe kind who carve out time for you amidst career chaos, endless emails, and hectic schedulesâis something else entirely.Â
theyâre the type who know what youâre thinking before you can even say it. the type who catch your tone shifting over text and who will show up unannounced if they donât hear from you for a day. they mean well, but keeping things under wraps with them is practically impossible.
which is why telling them worries you.Â
you canât hide it.
you know you canât.
truth be told, you donât want to. theyâre your friends and you love them to death. this baby is worth every second of celebration.
the thought had barely settled before it started to plague you.
how exactly do you explain this to a group of people who work together? who run a whole practice together? a group whoâll want to plan out everything with you, to fuss over you like youâre a ticking time bomb, and whoâabove allâwill probably have a shitload of questions you donât have answers to.Â
theyâre the people youâve shared birthdays with, career changes, heartbreaks, and random tuesday nights. now youâre going to share this news, but thereâs no manual on explaining an accidental pregnancy to your closest friends without it sounding like a rom-com gone wrong.
a part of you already know how theyâll react.Â
theyâd be thrilled, supportive, maybe a little over-the-top.Â
and then confused.
yoongi?
as the father?
⊠what, when, where, and why?
not that heâs a bad guy or anything but simply because there were no (obvious) moments that led up to thisâŠ
regardless, itâs like you can almost hear jiminâs gasp, feel jinâs bear hug, and imagine hyemi tearing up before tackling you in her usual affectionate way.
theyâll want to be there for every step of this (probably more than you can handle) but thatâs the beauty of having friends who genuinely make the time⊠friends who go out of their way to show upânot just when itâs convenient but because they want to. theyâre the type who, as adults, choose each other over and over again despite lifeâs demands.Â
you all take pride in being involved in each otherâs livesâbig moments, small moments, and nowâŠ
this moment.
but exactly how much is there to be proud of when you explain how nasty you and yoongi were with each other?
how this mess couldâve been avoided if you didnât beg for him to creampie you?
yeahâŠ
thatâs a tough one.
as youâre still trying to figure out how to break the news, your timer dings.
you pull the last tray of brown butter oatmeal chocolate chip cookies from the oven, the warm smell of melted chocolate filling the kitchen. you set the tray down with a sigh, hoping a night of stress-baking will take the edge off. but before you can even start on another batch, thereâs a knock at your door.
before you can think to answer, hyemi is already pushing it open, holding an expensive wine bottle aloft like a trophy, her eyes alight with excitement.
âhyemiââ
âwine night!â she grins, crossing the room without hesitation, snagging a cookie from the cooling tray as she pushes the wine bottle toward you.
you catch the label and gasp. a prized chateau margaux. the kind of bottle she probably saved up for weeks (or borrowed namjoonâs credit card) to buy.
âyou did notâŠâ you say, eyes wide.
âoh, but i did,â she giggles, giving you a wink. âthank you, namjoon.â
you shake your head, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. âi knew it.â
âwell?â she nudges the bottle toward you. âwhat are you waiting for? letâs open this andââ
you hesitate, trying to find the words. âi⊠i canât tonight⊠or for the next few months.â
her smile falters. she clutches the bottle closer, looking genuinely wounded.
âw-wait, what? butâi fought namjoon for this, you know? and youâve wanted this bottle for forever!â
âhyemi, i have to tell you somethingââ
âare you breaking up with me?â she jokes, only half-serious as she takes another bite of her cookie.
you roll your eyes and grab the cookie back from her hand, taking a bite yourself.
âitâs not you, itâs me.â
she laughs, swiping the cookie back with a shrug. âso what is it? and holy shit, these cookies are insaneââ
âi canât drink.â
âwhy? youâve gone to work hungover before.â
you struggle to find the words, fingers tightening slightly around the bottle in your hands.
âno, itâs not that. itâs⊠different.â
hyemiâs brow furrows, her eyes narrowing as she peers at you, picking up on your hesitation. âwhat? donât tell me youâre on some sober cleanse or something.â
âno⊠hyemi, iâŠâ
âi mean if you are, i totally support you. i just think thereâs too much good wine in this world and not enough timeââ
âiâm pregnant.â
hyemiâs jaw drops, her eyes widening. her mouth opens and closes in shock, but before she can get a word out, thereâs a loud crash behind you both.
you whip around to see the rest of the guys standing at the doorway.
jimin is frozen, a shattered wine bottle at his feet, red liquid pooling across the entryway as he stares at you in wide-eyed disbelief.
your eyes lock with yoongiâs, who stands in the middle of the group, his expression soft and steady as he takes you in. he tilts his head, just slightly, a quiet, unspoken reassurance passing between you two. you can feel your heart hammering, cheeks burning as you try to focus on anything other than his gaze.
the silence stretches for a beat too long before taehyung breaks it.Â
âmommy?â
this isnât exactly how you pictured them reacting to the news.Â
as you sit on your couch, the atmosphere feels heavy. theyâre in disbelief, and the only way they know how to process it is by falling into their medical roles.
nam joon and jin, being the doctors they are, sit close to you and begin a quick physical assessment and blood pressure test.
nam joon carefully rolls up your sleeve, a comforting smile on his face that softens the tension in the room.Â
âjust relax your arm for me,â he hums, positioning the cuff around your upper arm. his fingers brush against your skin, and you canât help but notice how professional he is, even amidst the whirlwind of emotions flooding the room.
âyouâve been feeling okay, right? any nausea or dizziness?â he asks, focusing intently on the task at hand.
âtired. sleepy. think iâm nauseous the most, though,â you admit. âi throw up⊠like every other day.â
he nods, squeezing the bulb to inflate the cuff. âthatâs completely normal.â he pauses, glancing up at you. âare you okay? emotionally and mentally?â
you nod, glancing around the room. âiâm fine.âÂ
your eyes meet yoongiâs.
heâs seated directly across from you, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, fingers interlaced. heâs watching you intently, with his usual cool indifference masking an intensity in his gaze. yoongiâs quiet presence anchors you, even though he says nothing.
should he say something?
what does he even say?
you donât know.
he doesnât know either.
as the cuff tightens around your arm, you take a deep breath, catching the supportive glances from everyone else nearby. their chatter fades into the background as nam joonâs focus brings you back to the moment.
âokay, letâs see what we have here,â nam joon murmurs, watching the gauge as the cuff slowly deflates. âhmmm. your pressureâs a little high but good overall. are you stressed?â
âa little right now,â you exhale. âguys, this is too muchââ
âdid you just do a home pregnancy test or go to the doctor?â
you freeze.
âoh shit,â taehyung calls from the doorway. heâs just been helping jimin and hobi clean up spilled wine. âscrew the pregnancy test stuffâi wanna know who the babydaddy is.â
from the back, you hear jimin and hobi laugh as they finish picking up glass shards. taehyung raises a teasing brow.Â
âokay but seriously⊠didnât know you wanted a baby that bad, ___. couldâve just asked jungkook to help you out.â
yoongi straightens, shooting taehyung a sharp look. âalright. we good here? you guys did a quick physical and checked her blood pressureââ
âyour babydaddy is clean, right?â jimin chimes in, feigning seriousness. â___, i hope heâs worth the labor and delivery.â
âoh my god. shut up,â you say, rolling your eyes.
itâs then that you glance at hyemi, who sits on the other side of the couch with jungkook. the two of them are stress-eating your cookies, crumbs dotting the space between them.
hyemi, chocolate smeared at the corner of her mouth, raises a brow. âis this why youâve been so sick?â
âyeah,â you nod. âi got the confirmation yesterday.â
âyesterday?â her eyes widen, and she sets down the cookie, scooting closer to you. âoh my god, ___. this is huge! congratulations!â she grabs your hands, her excitement lighting up her face. âweâre happy about this, right? you want this?â
before you can answer, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. you let yourself sink into her warmth, feeling the tension unravel.
âyes, i want this. ahhh! donât make me cry,â you whisper, fighting back tears as you pull back, smiling through it. âgod, itâs the pregnancy hormones.â
âalready?â she gives you a small, amused smile and wipes at her eyes, fixing your hair. âiâm just so happy for you, ___. youâre going to be the best mom. seriously.â
âas long as her blood pressure stays stableââ
hyemi swats at him. ânam joon, shut up, yeah?â
yoongi lets out a quiet chuckle, leaning back with his hands in his pockets as he watches everyone swarm around you. though heâs giving his usual cool exterior, thereâs something in his eyesâa soft, almost possessive gleam thatâs hard to miss.
from the corner, jungkook sneaks in, sliding a little closer to you.Â
âso,â he begins with a grin, âguess iâll have to start calling you a milf now, huh?â
yoongi stiffens, jaw clenching almost imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing at jungkook. the tension isnât lost on you as jungkookâs shoulder brushes against yours, and yoongi shifts in his seat, his gaze hardening in a way that feels oddly protective.
âso, seriously⊠whoâs the babydaddy?â taehyung drawls from across the room, folding his arms with an amused smirk. âheâs clean, right? or should we head to the clinic and run a few tests? just to keep you and baby safe⊠big news and all, so weâre just trying to make sense of it.â
âgod, youâre all insane.â you huff.
âmaybe let ___ breathe,â yoongi mutters instantly. his gaze flicking between you and jungkook with a faintly annoyed look. âyah, she just confirmed sheâs pregnant. thatâs it.â
âthatâs it,â you sigh repeating him. then, feeling a small wave of relief. âand honestly, why are the nurses in this room so immature? who can i report you guys to?â
jimin, taehyung, and jungkook laugh.Â
âour bosses,â they reply in unison, completely unbothered.
the warmth of their support fills the room.Â
as you soak in the moment, hyemiâs watchful eyes drift to yoongi.
heâs now casually seated beside you, close enough that his knee brushes against yours. every now and then, his hand lightly hovers by your arm or shoulder, his touch lingering just a little longer each time. hyemi tilts her head, something slowly clicking in her mind.
âwait a second,â she says, raising a brow. âyoongi⊠did you know about ___âs pregnancy before the rest of us?â
the room quiets, all eyes shifting to yoongi. before he can answer, jungkookâoblivious to the weight of the questionâleans forward.Â
âoh shit⊠is that what her blood test was for at the clinic? i mightâve accidentally seen the paperwork but didnât peekâthought she was low on iron or something.â
silence falls over the room, each of them piecing things together. one by one, their eyes dart between you and yoongi, confusion shifting to surprise until jinâs eyes widen with realization.
ââŠwait,â jinâs voice is soft but full of shock.
yoongi keeps his gaze steady on you.Â
his expression softening as he takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. his thumb brushes over your knuckles, a small smile tugging at his lips. itâs subtle but full of meaning, and you feel warmth pool in your chest, despite the tension.
then taehyung breaks the silence, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open as he points at yoongi with dawning realization.
â...daddy?â
#bts smau#bts x yn#yoongi fluff#yoongi series#yoongi smau#yoongi fic#yoongi x yn#yoongi x reader#bts suga fic#bts suga scenario#yoongi imagine#yoongi scenario#bts accidental pregnancy#bts daddy au#yoongi dilf
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I need more perryshmirtz fanfics from Perry's POV where he's always thinking "how can anyone think this man is evil?? Look at him, heâs a wet cat"
I also need more fanfics with the tag "accidental baby acquisition", I just love reading father Heinz Doofenshmirtz in action, Vanessa being a big sister and Perry being a simp (someone at OWCA leaves an "Im not the stepdad Im the dad that stepped up" mug at Perry's desk)
#simp Perry is my favorite Perry#perry the human#human perry#perryshmirtz#perry the platypus#heinz doofenshmirtz#god I wish I was a writer too#but I only have the drawing type of artist gene#I wonder if Peter would go give the baby a few gifts#fanfic prompt#it could also be an accidental pregnancy fic but I understad that's not everyone's cup of tea#in this case it would either be a omegaverse/abo AU type of situation or a trans headcanon#I swear I saw someone here talking about omega Heinz being the one that carried Vanessa - I'm not opposed to the idea
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Blueberries & Chocolate Chips - 08
Taglist (If you want on or off just let me know. đ): @jurassicworldisbetter @b3anieperson
Read on AO3 or here. All chapters are links in my Empyrean Fanfiction Masterpost. đ„°
. o O o .
With wide eyes, Violet gazed at her reflection in the floor-length mirror in Xaden's bedroom. The dress she'd tried on at Luminance du Soleil had been beautiful, enough to leave her speechless. But this altered version? Even without wearing it yet and only loosely holding it to her body, it looked absolutely stunning with the little embellishments they'd talked about with Soleil Telery. All those glittery highlights where the fabric was gathered together at the shoulder and the waist, it wasâ
"Breathtaking." Violet turned to where Xaden stood in the door frame and was looking her over. "Youâll look beautiful."
Warmth spread across Violet's cheeks, and she ducked her head in an attempt to hide it. But, of course, Xaden noticed anyway.
"Hey," he said, softly, in a tone she doubted many others ever got to hear. "You'll fit right in. Don't worry. Almost perfectly."
Chuckling, Violet glanced down along the length of the dress. She wasn't really worried about how people at the gala would receive her, it didn't matter. Not as long as Xaden was with her. Still, his words made her smile. "Only almost?" she asked, throwing him a cheeky grin.
Xaden hummed, regarding her with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Yeah. A tiny something is still missing," he saidâ and pulled a flat satin-covered box from behind his back.
Violet paled and could only stare as he stepped closer. Not at him, though, but at the jewellery box. Because that was what it was.
"Xaden, no!" she exclaimed. "We had a deal. The dress and shoes, that's it. But you were not allowed to buy jewellâ By Dunne and Malek! Xaden, are you INSANE?"
Violet was pretty sure her heart had stopped beating as she stared at the collier that lay within the open box, along with matching bracelets and a set of impressive earrings. All pieces looked heavy, designed as an intricate tangle of countless metal vines surely built from massive white gold. And they were adorned with dozens of blue and green gem stones the size of fucking blueberries.
Shaking her head, Violet took a step backwards. "No, Xaden!" she said with surprising conviction, given that her hands and knees were shaking from the shock. "You can't give me jewellery like that. That's too much!"
Xaden's lips twitched. "Can't I?" He took the collier from the box and held it up against her collarbones, where it would sit a good deal above the daring neckline of the dress. "It fits perfectly, though."
Well⊠Violet couldn't really argue against that point. The jewels matched the colour of the dress, the silvery veins building a nice bridge to her hair. As if it had been made for her.
"Xaden, this is too much," she said again, but this time, it was barely more than a whisper, her voice trembling.
But Xaden's smile softened, the look in his eyes reassuring. "And if I say it's not a gift? And I promise I didn't spend a single coin on these pieces?"
Relaxing slightly, Violet didn't resist when he stepped behind her to fasten the collier behind her neck. "Is it a loan, then?" That happened sometimes, right? Jewellers loaning special pieces for fancy occasions?
But Xaden shook his head, a serene smile on his face. "Not quite," he said, walking around her to take in the fit before meeting her eyes again. "It's more of a family heirloom. This set belonged to my great-grandmother. When you tried this dress on I remembered it was still in that stuffy vault, and I thought they would go well together. Which they do."
Violet's eyes were stinging as she stared at her reflection in the mirror again, her fingers shaking as she let them glide along the treasure around her neck. The last duchess. That was who these had belonged to.
Seemed like Xaden really wanted to make a statement tonight.
Violet swallowed, her eyes slowly wandering back to where Xaden was looking at her with such softness on his face that she had to fight her tears for real. "Thank you, Xaden," she breathed. "It's⊠These are lovely. Thank you so much!"
"You're very welcome," he whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead.
Humming, Violet leaned closer, than clutched at the front of his shirt to pull him down for a real kiss. She wasn't sure how it could be possible that this wonderful man was hers. But he was, just like she was his, and she would forever be grateful for it.
"You better get ready, too," she sighed as she eventually let go of him, regretfully. "You haven't even changed yet."
With a small laugh, Xaden shook his head. "We still have over two hours, Vi. How long do you think it takes to put on a tux?"
Violet wrinkled her nose, but he had a point. "Well, I'll need those two hours," she sighed, glancing back at the mirror where her reflection was still wearing a comfortable sweat suit and her hair was still in a simple messy bun.
"Then I'll leave you to it," he said, leaning down for a quick kiss to her cheek again. "Call if you need anything."
Xaden left the room again, probably to beat Liam up on their video game console or whatever, and Violet let out a small sigh. To say that she was nervous wasn't exactly right, despite that queasy sensation in her stomach. Because she wasn't. She basically expected that, if Halden was truly going to be at the gala, he would most likely try to pull some shit. Or ignore her completely, but she didn't expect to be that lucky.
ButâŠit didn't matter. Whatever Halden was going to do, it didn't matter. Because Xaden had chosen her, and he was all she needed.
A small petty part of her was looking forward to rubbing it in Halden's face that she was so much better off now without him. But the far bigger part justâŠdidn't care. Halden was history. Xaden was her future.
It took her little over an hour to get ready, with her hair taking up most of that time. She probably could have simply gone for her usual braided coronet for the gala, it was certainly elegant enough. But it was also exactly that, simply what she usually wore. And for tonight, she wanted something more special. So she opted for another variation, also with a braided circle all around her head but more playful, more in style with the dress. It took her a couple of tries, weaving only a few strands into a braided band and leaving the rest in an artfully messy cascade around her shoulders. But eventually, she was satisfied with her look. Hopefully, Xaden would approve of it, too. He liked playing with her loose hair, didn't he?
After applying just the tiniest hint of makeup and lipstick, she was finally satisfied with her look, and went to put on the dress and the shoes Xaden had placed there ready for her. Then she took a last look at the mirrorâ and had to choke back a tiny gasp at the sight of her reflection. This altered version of the dress, tailored perfectly to her body⊠It was mesmerising. The way it wrapped around her curves in that intricate, playful way and seemed to flow and move even when she stood still, it wasâŠabsolutely perfect.
Beaming and with every movement of hers in this dress feeling so much more graceful than normal, Violet went to join the men in the living area. To her surprise, though, it was only Xaden waiting there, standing at the kitchen's barâ and looking absolutely ridiculously delicious in that black tux.
"My, my," she teased, miming fanning herself. "Someone's cleaning up nicely."
Xaden turned, clearly with a witty reply on the tip of his tongue. But when he spotted her, his face went slack.
"Holy shit," he muttered, his wide eyes slowly wandering over her entire form.
Violet blushed but threw him a seductive look from beneath her lashes. "That bad?"
Xaden let out a weak little laugh, then shook his head. He came towards her with slow steps, his hands landing on her hips.
"You look absolutely stunning," he murmured, his voice rough. His hands on her hips tightened, and he swallowed, hard. "Fuck," he rasped, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "We still have a little time, right? Because I'd really like to take you against that wall over there. Hard, just the way you like. Because you look delectably scrumptious."
Violet bit her lip as her entire lower body grew tight with want. "I'm all yours once we're back," she hummed into his ear, making sure her breath tickled along his neck. "But you're not ruining this outfit before we get to that gala, you hear me?"
"Shit," he grunted, his eyes pressed together tightly. "Let's get going right away. The sooner we get there the sooner we can leave again, right?"
Violet chuckled. "I don't think that's how it works."
Xaden took a deep breath, clearly forcing himself to calm down, and stepped back, bringing some space between them. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, and nodded. "Probably not. They even want me to give a speech." He grimaced. "But we can get going now, anyways. If we're among the earlier guests, it'll be easier to introduce you to a few friends."
Grimacing at the reminder of the 'other guests', Violet reached for Xaden's hand. "Uhm, before we leave," she began. "There's something I wanted to tâ"
"Say Cheeeeese!"
Violet flinched at the sudden interruption, turning just in time to be blinded by the flashlight on Liam's phone.
"Huh, that didn't turn out as I'd hoped." Liam cocked his head at his display, frowning. "Can you both look a little less spooked for a moment? It's not like you were doing anything forbidden out here in the very open space of our shared living room, were you?"
Xaden snorted. "What are you doing? Don't you think there will be enough photographers once we've reached the city hall?"
"Eh, those don't count." Liam rolled his eyes. "This is important. You two didn't think you could just slink off to prom without a parental photoshoot, did you?" His phone flashed again.
Violet's lips twitched and she had to cover her mouth with a hand. Liam had clearly spent too much time with Ridoc. "And whose parent are you, exactly?" she teased as they got into pose for a more serious picture. "Mine or Xaden's?"
Liam shrugged, lifting his phone to take a whole slew of photos from different angles. "Both? I mean, Ridoc and Sawyer were way more insistent that I send them proof of what's happening tonight than Bodhi was. Also, I bet Rhiannon will be happy to see these pictures as soon as she can, so⊠probably more yours, Vi."
"And do I pass the test?" Xaden asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice cool but Violet could hear the humour beneath. "Am I acceptable as her date? Oh, and are you going to give me the Dad lecture, too? Because I have news for you, we two alreadyâ"
"âare already late," Violet interrupted before Liam was choking to death on his laughter, even though she couldn't contain her own snickering, either. "Bye, Liam. See you on Monday."
"Bye, sweetie, have fun tonight," he called after them, then added, "Ah, they grow up so fast."
. o O o .
Violet and Xaden were still grinning when they took their seats in Xaden's car. But as soon as he was driving them out of the garage beneath the building, Violet's thoughts from before Liam had interrupted them returned with emphasis.
She had to tell Xaden.
Biting her lip, she glanced over at where he was entirely focused on the road aheadâ or maybe just trying not to look at her dress too muchâ but decided that now was not the time to breach that topic. She had a lot of trust in Xaden's driving skills, but this could wait a few minutes longer.
Or maybe, she was just stalling.
Not that she was scared of telling Xaden, scared of how he might react or anything. And she wasnât scared of dealing with Halden at the gala, either. Accepting Xaden's invitation had been her choice, and she was going to stick with it, for better or for worse. No, none of these things bothered her.
Still, by the time Xaden turned off the engine in the exclusive basement garage beneath the city hall, Violet was wringing her hands in her lap, the lipstick on her lower lip surely ruined from how she'd chewed on it.
"There we are," Xaden sighed, grimacing at where the first staff members were already waiting at the exit to make sure only invited guests enteredâ and that those deemed 'worthy' wouldn't have to open even one door themselves. "The viper's nest."
He reached for the door handle, but before he could open it, Violet had her hand on his arm, holding him back. "Xaden, wait," she said in a low voice, but at least it wasn't shaking. "There's something I need to tell you. Before we go in there."
Xaden leaned back into his seat, a small line between his eyes as he regarded her. "Oh? What's up, love? If you don't want to go in there after all, then that's fine. I can bring you home or back to Liam, and I'llâ"
"No, that's not it," she reassured him with a small laugh. "I told you, I want to accompany you." Then she turned serious again. "It's just⊠Well, it's not really important or anything. But⊠You remember that ex I mentioned?"
Xaden's features darkened, his hands coming to rest on the steering wheel. "The one who cheated on you?" Violet nodded. "What about him? Has he been bothering you again?"
Violet lips twitched, and she had to fight a small grin. She had no doubts that Xaden would fight tooth and nail for her, even literally from what heâd told her about his weekly sparring training with Garrick. But then, she shook her head. "No, nothing like that. But he⊠Well, it's possible that he'll be here tonight, at the gala. As one of the guests."
Xaden's eye narrowed. "A guest?" He paused, and Violet took careful track of his features twitching between anger and confusion before settling on a cool composed mask again. "Who is your ex?"
Violet took a deep breath. "His name is Halden."
"Halden Tauri?" Xadenâs hands audibly tightened around the steering wheel. "That waste of life that cheated on you and hurt you was Halden Tauri?"
Mutely, Violet nodded. So they really knew each otherâŠ
A low rumbling noise came from Xaden's chest, almost a growl, and a moment later, he let out a hissed curse. "Well, fuck!"
Violet tugged her lower lip between her teeth, but didnât take her eyes off him. "Are you angry?"
Xaden scoffed and shook his head. "Not at you," he said through gritted teeth. "But I kind of promised myself that if I ever get the chance, I'd like to punch your ex in the face. And Tauri is one of those people I would have liked to knock out many times already, so now having another reason makes it all too tempting." He let out a small humourless laugh. "But this gala is probably not the best place to do it," he grumbled.
Violet's lips tugged into a crooked smile. "So you wish I hadnât told you now?"
Xaden took a moment to think, his death grip on the steering wheel loosening. "No." He shook his head. "I'd rather go in there knowing what happened. So⊠what did happen?"
"Are you sure you want to hear that now?" Violet asked, watching him carefully. "It might just rile you up more when everyone will already be looking at you." Shit, she really should have told him earlier.
But that was just it, wasnât it? The reason why she hadnât told him earlier? She wasnât worried about dealing with Halden today, he meant nothing to her anymore. But that didnât mean that reliving what heâd done when she did wouldnât still be painful.
Xadenâs lips twitched into a grimace. "I probably donât want to hear it, no. But I'd rather hear your version than whatever bullshit Tauri might come up with."
Yeah, Xaden clearly knew Halden rather wellâŠ
Violet inhaled deeply. "It started⊠a good while ago," she began in a low voice. "We met at a club, he was very charming, and when he asked for my number, I was flattered. He was handsome and some friends had clued me in that he was kind of famous, soâŠ" She shrugged.
"âŠand so you became one of his conquests," Xaden muttered, and Violet flinched. A moment later, he threw her an apologetic grimace, his hand reaching for hers. âIâm sorry. Itâs just⊠Tauri has a reputation, soâŠâ
Violet nodded, and her fingers tightened around his. "ItâsâŠokay. And yeah, thatâs what happened," she confirmed, her gaze lowered. "When we had sex when he invited me to his flat a few days later, I let it slip that I couldn't get pregnant. I think I wanted to be honest, didn't want to give him any false expectations or something." She snorted, a sound Xaden echoed simultaneously. "But he said he didn't mind and would like to see me again. Told me I was 'special', not like other girls he'd picked up before. I didn't want to let myself believe that he truly meant it. But for a week straight, he sent one extravagant bouquet after the other to our flat until I agreed to meet with him again."
Thinking about it now, about Halden's true motives, made her sick, and she wrapped her arms around her middle. Xaden noticed, though, and when he reached for her hand, she gave it to him without a second thought, the warmth of his skin on her own so soothing.
"He told me he couldn't make our relationship public, for my sake," she went on in a bleak voice. "That his parents would never approve, that the press would tear me apart. That we had to keep us a secret. Rhiannon knew, of course, but nobody else. I was to come to his flat whenever he was in town so we could spend time together, every other weekend or so. And I had to enter through the back entrance so I wouldn't be seen.â
In his seat, Xaden sat entirely still, but at those last words, she could almost hear how he gritted his teeth. And even though she still dreaded all the things she would have to tell him⊠they suddenly didnât seem that heavy anymore. Because she knew heâd have her back, would support her, would even hold her and let her cry if that was what she needed. And the next breath she took already felt a lot lighter.
"It didn't feel right to me, to lie to my friends about it all,â she sighed, regretfully. âBut he kept placating me, promising me that once he had convinced his parents to accept me, everything would be different. Kept sending me gifts to prove his sincerity and even agreed to come to our flat instead a couple of times, though always in disguise. Which was when he started sending expensive Home Decor stuff, too, because apparently, our flat was 'lacking'."
Violet sniffed, but couldn't suppress a small smirk as she remembered how she and Rhiannon had ritually destroyed every single obnoxious piece in one cleansing afternoon.
"Shit," Xaden grunted. "Yeah, that sounds like Tauri. Always eager to pass on his grandeur to everyone whom he considers 'less fortunate'."
Violet rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that sums it up well."
They fell silent for a moment, and Violet let her fingers brush over the back of Xadenâs hand, just basking in the tiny contact.
"And⊠how long were you together?" Xaden eventually asked. He sounded tense, as if he didn't really want to hear the answer, and if Violet was honest, she also didn't really want to admit the truth. How could she have been so stupid, how hadnât she seen through Halden? How could she have been so naive? But she also knew that they both needed that truth.
"For about two years," she replied in a low voice. Xaden let out another low curse, and she wrinkled her nose. "Bet nobody suspected he was supposed to have a steady girlfriend throughout that time, eh?"
Xaden huffed a humourless laugh. "No, I'm sure that didn't come to anyone's mind," he said through gritted teeth.
Violet nodded at the confirmation of what she'd had suspected but hadnât known for sure until then.
"I often thought about breaking things up with him," she continued with a sigh. "Because while that whole forbidden romance thing was kind of exciting at the beginning, it grew old pretty quickly. And I often felt like⊠like something was off. But he also could be sweet if he wanted to, and I justâŠ"
âHey,â Xaden squeezed her hand. âDonât beat yourself up about that. If thereâs one âgoodâ thing to be said about Halden Tauri itâs that heâs an exceptionally good liar.â
Violet looked up to find Xaden grimacing. âYouâre probably right,â she sighed, then shrugged. "I think I deluded myself into believing that, if he was only using me, he would have got rid of me long ago. Why keep putting effortâ nice words and expensive giftsâ into keeping someone for sex when⊠when he could have had anyone? At any time. I thought his feelings were genuine and he was just bad at showing them sometimes."
"Until you found out he was cheatingâŠ"
Violet pressed her lips into a thin line. Not when he cheated. But then, she'd already known that Halden hadn't seen their 'relationship' as being as exclusive as she had.
"Yeah. It was⊠a few weeks ago. I'd just got my period and didn't feel like coming to his place just for sex before he'd inevitably fall asleep after a day of travel, and so I suggested I'd only come over the next day when I'd hopefully feel better. He⊠reacted with annoyance, and I couldn't really blame him. We hadn't seen each other in a couple of weeks because he'd had other obligations. So after our phone call there, I felt guilty, packed my overnight bag after all, and went to his place."
"And let me guess," Xaden said sympathetically. "When you arrived, he wasn't alone?"
"No, he wasn't." Violet grimaced. "I didn't even stay long enough to see her face, only heard their moans, saw her red mane where she was riding him. Then I bolted home as quickly as I could. Sent him a text that it was over."
Xaden snorted. "And how did he take that?"
"As you can expect from him," Violet said with something of a smile tugging at her lips at Xaden's tone. Gods, it felt so good to talk about it all with someone who knew Halden. "Although, when he stood in front of my door only two hours later, with a bag full of gifts and clearly devastated, there was a moment where I even considered forgiving him."
"And how did he screw that up?"
This time, the grimace of a smile that spread across her face was harsh, angry. "He didn't even apologise. He came to beg for my forgiveness, though not because he thought heâd made a mistake and was sorry. He simply demanded my forgiveness because, clearly, I didn't understand the full scope of his situation. Because, obviously, someone like me never could. The pressure he was under, at all times. That he had 'needs'." She scoffed. "It dawned on me then, that this probably hadn't been the first time. So when I kept refusing him, heâŠ" She broke off, her chest tightening at the memories.
"âŠhe showed his real face?" Xaden suggested, and she nodded. "I see. I think I get the picture."
And he probably did. He knew Halden, knew her situation, and was so good at piecing things together. So there was no need to repeat Halden's vile words out loud when reliving them in a flash of memories was already bad enough.
Youâre so naive, you stupid whore. As if Iâd ever consider someone like you as my girlfriend, my equal, when youâre nothing but a nobody.
So convenient to have you at my back and call, to fuck when I wanted to, to have you dote on me.
You were never anything but a pretty walking fuck toy, albeit a special one because I didnât need to bother with stupid condomes. Thatâs why I kept you. Because, fuck, did it feel good to pump your scrawny body full of my cum.
Did you really believe Iâd ever embarrass myself in public with someone as ordinary as you?
How could Iâve ever seen it as anything but an arrangement for sex when you arenât even capable of bearing my children? As If Iâd ever waste my time on someone as broken as you. Or worse, as if Iâd waste my money to artificially put my child into you when there are hundreds of other girls just waiting for my blessing?
It once again made bile rise in her throat.
"Do you want me to drive you home?"
Thankfully, Xadenâs words tore her away from those memories, and when Violet looked up at him, his anger had taken a backseat in his features. All she could see was his honest concern. "Why would I?" she asked, calmly.
"Because you're right, he will be at this gala. And even though this, us, has nothing to do with him, heâll see it as a challenge, an affront. Plus, you dumped him. He's not known for taking defeat lightly."
Violet took a deep breath and slowly let it out again. "I know. But I don't care about whatever he wants to dish out. He has no meaning to me anymore, and all he can achieve is making himself look ridiculous."
Xaden furrowed his brows. "Okay, I'll respect your choice. As long as you're not only coming for my sake."
Humming, Violet interlaced her fingers with his. "No, I'm not only coming for your sake, but also for my own." Xaden gave her a questioning look, and she sighed. "Because you asked me to come. Because you want me to be here."
"Of course, I want to have you here," Xaden murmured, still puzzled. "But IâŠ"
"Halden told me about this gala," she explained before he could finish his sentence. "Back when things were still good. He complained about how boring and stuffy it would be, how pretentious to celebrate Aretia when, surely, the other cities in this area must be equally old, even without the records to prove it. âCertainly, Calldyr must be at least 500 years older,â" she mocked how heâd talked about the neighbouring city where his family had their residence, and her lips twitched into a smirk. "Even when I still hung on his every word, he sounded so strange then, because clearly he was eager to show off at this gala."
Xaden huffed a small laugh. "At least my reasons for not wanting to go to this gala are genuine. For a moment there, I was worried that Tauri and I might agree on something, but I guess we don't."
"Aside from how much you enjoy fucking me?" Violet laughed at Xaden's appalled expression.
"Okay, that's gross," he grunted. "But glad to see you can laugh about it."
Violet leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. "Because of you."
"AndâŠwhat have I done to earn that praise?" he asked, again in that soft voice only she got to hear, and she wanted to scream âThis! This is why youâve earned it all.â
Instead, Violet leaned back into her seat, her head tilted so she could look at him. "Because you asked." Xaden threw her another bewildered look and her smile softened. "I suggested to Halden that I could accompany him to this 'stuffy gala'. It was mostly supposed to be a joke, but a part of me also hoped he might use that platform to finally make our relationship official. But his reaction was anything but good. He made it clear that wouldn't ever be happening. AndâŠ" She sucked in a shaky breath. "And when he showed his real face, as you called it, he made a particular point about how the mere idea of taking someone like me to such a gala was completely abhorrent. That he'd be made the laughing stock for months and months if he ever had shown himself with me. So when you invited me to come with you⊠that's when it truly clicked. That you truly wanted me."
Xaden lifted her hand to his mouth and breathed a soft kiss onto her knuckles. "It's always been only you," he said with a crooked smile. "So, you want to come along to rub it in his face?"
Violet's lips twitched. "I want to come along for myself. To see what all the fuss is about and to show off this beautiful dress and the gorgeous jewels. I want to come along for you, so you don't have to endure it alone and to make it more bearable." Xaden had one eyebrow raised at her, so she added with a sly smirk, "And I want to come along to rub it in his face."
"That's my girl." Xaden's eyes were blazing with dark humour. "And under these circumstances, I can live with only being one third of the reason. Well, then..." He nodded at where several guests had already entered the city hall since they'd arrived. "Shall we?"
Excitement settled in Violetâs stomach, and she had to swallow to reign it in. âYes,â she said, feeling a little lightheaded, giddy even. âLetâs go.â
#Riorgail#fanfiction#modern AU#accidental pregnancy#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#the empyrean#fourth wing
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modern AU Luffy x reader. pregnancy when you broke up. Pure Fluff
Inspired: season 8 episode 24 of FRIENDS; @portgasbru
trigger warning: swearing and description of birthÂ
I know Luffy's a little of out character, but I thought that in the modern world he would be a little less childish and a bit of a burnt out adult. A person that was a very energetic and silly kid, but grow up in a not so free feeling world. Unlike his anime.Â
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"Deep breaths. Deep breaths." Luffy repeats, soothing her back and rubbing her forearm.
"MY BREATHS CAN'T GET ANY DEEPER!!!" She shouts out despite being out of breath. "Help me out of bed, I need to walk." She demands, holding out her hand for him to grab.
He springs out of the bed and helps her feet onto the floor. Grabbing into her side and her arm, they start pacing around the hospital room, Luffy holding her close.
Her pants and groans of pain, die down just a little bit as they both rub her swollen belly and take slow steps.
"Oh good Lord!" She whines out, the sweat on her forehead causing her hair to stick to her face. "Luffy, I swear to fucking God, I hate you so much!"
"What did I do?!" He asks, dewildered.
"You did this to me!!"
"Well, it was really a team effort." He jokes, rubbing his neck for self comfort.
She stops in her tracks and glares at him, taking a deep breath as her contraction stops for the moment.
Luffy holds (y/n) by her waist and looks over her stomach, he sighs anxiously, "this baby sure is takin' its time."
"No kidding."
Near the end of last year, Luffy and (y/n) broke up, and as fate would have it, about three days after, (y/n) found out she was pregnant.
Despite all that happened, she told Luffy, he is the father, it was in his right for him to know. (Y/n) Of course made it clear she didn't want him to do anything he didn't want to or become a part of something so sudden with hardly any preparation, but he wanted to be in the baby's life and she did always wanted children.
Thus, they agreed to have the baby, and share custody. Nothing more, nothing less. They could be parents and not have to be forced to date again.
Nine months later and after some preparations, her water broke and they rushed to the hospital. Now waiting for her to fully dilate in a semi private room, at the moment, no other person was in the room.
Luffy sets himself next to (y/n) and carefully wraps his arms around her, placing loving hand on her belly and laying his head on a pillow.
"...Luffy? Can I tell you something?" She whispers.
"Yeah?"
"I'm really scared right now."
"Scared?" He repeats, raising an eyebrow.
"Everyone and their mom's been telling me horror stories of deliveries gone wrong and yeah, I know pain was always gonna happen, but now that it's actually happening, im-im scared."
Luffy glances to the side, licking his lips as if the confession wasn't shocking at all. "It's ok, bab-(y/n). Everythin's gonna be fine."
"You don't know that." She whispers, crossing her arms in a self hug.
"Yes I do. Everythin' will be fine. This baby will be happy and healthy-well. Maybe not happy, babies come out crying right? Healthy then. Definitely healthy." He reassures, getting a little sidetracked.
She giggles, rubbing a circle on her stomach, "yeah?"
"Yeah. I promise."
The two smile and stare at each other. (Y/n) Awkwardly giggles and looks away.
"...you know what we haven't done?" She asks, changing the subject. "Agree on a name."
Luffy's expression immediately drops and he crosses his arms, turning away from her, "I'm telling you, Solo is an amazin' name."
"We are not naming our-could-be son after Han Solo!!"
"HE'S SO AMAZING!!" He raises his arms to his side in protest. "And we are not namin' our-could-be daughter Persephone."
"I don't like Persephone anymore." She confesses, placing a soothing hand on one of her swollen ankles.
"Good!"
"I was thinking, if it's a girl, Céleste?"
"Céleste...." He repeats in a whisper. "Yeah, I'm good with that."
"And if it's a boyyyy...." She trials off tilting her head to the side as if it follows her sentence. "Ace."
Luffy snaps his head around and raises his eyebrows in an annoyed expression, "that's not funny."
She laughs softly, running a hand through her hair. Her sweat wetting her palm. "It's a little funny."
He doesn't reply, but leans against the headboard, "Arie." He deadpans, staring down at the foot of the bed. "If it's a boy, Arie."
"....Arie," she repeats, smiling to herself, "ok, Arie it is."
"Welp, that took us longer than it should have." He chuckles, combing his hat hair with his fingers.
She takes notice, biting a nail, a habit she hopes doesn't pass onto her baby. "Luffy? Why did you take off your hat?"
"Huh?"
"Your hat." She points to his signature straw hat sitting on the beige night stand next to the bed.
"Oh, um-"
"You don't like taking it off. You wore it to our first date. Hell, you wore it when we were conceiving this thing." She chuckles, gesturing to her belly.
"Hehe, yeah, that thing's seen a lot." He whispers, a light blush on his cheeks.
"Why'd you take it off?"
Luffy pauses, and scratches his neck for the possible millionth time now, and glances around the room to not meet her eyes.
"Uh, the doctor looked at me kinda funny when she saw me wearin' it."
"So? I've seen you wear that thing with a full fancy suit."
"Well, I..I need to mature a little, don't you think?"
"What?! No! Where is this coming from? Who are you?! Luffy wouldn't say that!"
"I'm gonna be a father now, (y/n), I need to start actin' my age-"
"Don't ever say that again." She pouts, glancing down at his shirt to avoid eye contact, "I like that you're immature, you've always made me laugh and it's admirable how you're never afraid to be yourself in any situation. Why would you want to change that?"
He pauses, taking his head off the headboard and putting his arms between his legs, his elbows resting on his knees.
"Please, put it back on." She tucks a hair behind her ear, "It makes me anxious when you take it off."
"Huh? Why?" He raises his head a little.
"Because! It makes you look serious, especially when you're frowning. How am I supposed to be less scared, if you look like your getting ready for something bad?"
Luffy sighs, seeing her worried expression. Without saying anything, he reaches towards the nightstand and places his hat back on his head, not bothering to adjust the string.
(Y/n) Also stays silent, laying her head right under his shoulder, her fingers gently adjusting the string to tighten perfectly around Luffy's jawline.
He let's her, not speaking or moving, not even watching, instead focusing on the outside world, right through the room window. Watching as the people walk by, probably none of them having to deal with an accidental pregnancy or the complicated feelings it brings.
"Can you....talk?" She asks, softly, lowering her hands from the string and placing them on her lap.
"What?" He snaps his focus back to her, forcing his gaze away from the couple below sitting in a park bench as they drink coffee together. A bittersweet nostalgia feeling eating at his heart.
She frowns softly, her eyes feeling with a bit of anxiousness. "Talk. About...anything really. I love hearing you talk." She whispers, remembering all the times she used to ask him to talk in order to fall asleep.
"Anything?" He snorts, "don't get me started." He crosses his arms and titles his head, thinking of something to say that would help her forget about basically pushing out a nine pound bowling ball.
"I saw the trailer for a movie, but I don't remember what the movie was called. So I made Zoro drive me to the movie theater, to see if I could recognize it by the poster. Turns out it wasn't a movie, it was an ad for car insurance."
She laughs and grabs his arm, "how do you mix that up?"
"Ads are becoming movie level, (y/n). Don't judge me!" He giggles, playfully scolding her. "Anyways, I bought popcorn and then me and Zoro went to go see Oppenheimer instead."
"Is it good? I haven't watched it yet."
"Yeah, it was. Really loud though." He explains, rubbing his ears as if he can still hear it perfectly.
"I wanna see sonic three!" She states, bouncing her feet on the bed slightly.
"Oooh, me too!" His eyes lights up in excitement, the exact way she likes them. "Let's go see it when it comes out!"
"Uh, when it does, we'll have a seven month old."
"We'll take 'em with us!"
" I don't think the other people there would appreciate that." She giggles.
"Oh, right. Fuck." He exclaims, scratching his leg while thinking of a new solution.
She smiles brightly at him, reaching towards his hat and fixing it to balance better on his head. The action causes Luffy to pause and watch her as her eyes glance at him more times than actually needed.
She puts her hand on the bed, in the space between the two. He clears his throat and rubs his cheek.
"I've...I've been thinking." He starts, placing his arm across her back, rubbing his leg nervously.
"You can think?" She jokes, Luffy only ignoring it.
".....I think-"
The door opens, causing (y/n) and Luffy to turn. The doctor walks in, putting on clean new gloves. "Nineteen hours." She exclaims, stopping right at the foot of the bed, "How you doing?"
"Like if this baby doesn't come out now, I'm gonna cut my stomach open and make 'em." She deadpans, causing Luffy to widen his eyes.
The doctor nods in understanding, checking her dilation, an action (y/n) unfortunately became used too. "Welp, you're in luck."
"I'm sorry?" Luffy asks, getting off the bed in shock. The contraption pain forgotten for (y/n).
"You're fully dilated. Let's go have this baby." She proudly announces, calling in nurses to help move the bed.
"Wait-wait. No-what? What. What!?" She panics, as they roll her away into the hallways, Luffy right next to her, holding her hand. "I'm not ready for this!"
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"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" (y/n) Sobs out, inhaling rapidly.
"Ok, we stop in five seconds." The doctor announces. "Five.......four-"
"Threetwoone!" (Y/n) Whines out, immediately stopping and laying her head on the angled bed. Panting and crying.
"You're doing great, (y/n)." Luffy praises, moving the hair from her face. Her sweat sticking to his finger. His other hand wrapped around her leg, helping her keep them open.
"Take a break, alright? breathe and we start again in ten minutes." The doctor explains, pushing her chair away slightly.
"No. No. No. I can't. I can't push anymore." She whimpers, covering her face with a hand as she cries.
"Yes, yes you can, (y/n). You're the strongest woman I know." Luffy reassures, adjusting his grip.
"Talk. Talk. Talk. Please. Luffy, please." She pants. Grabbing onto the sheets and she pushes herself up more.
"Uh-um. I-I don't know what to say." He awkwardly laughs, whipping the sweat from his palms on one of the pillows.
"What were you gonna tell me? Back in the room, you were gonna tell me something."
"Oh. That, um. Can that wait-"
"Please. Please. Please. I-I need a distraction." She begs, closing her eyes tightly.
"I ... I was just gonna say that.... I think we should try again."
"Try what?" She asks, turning her head to look at him.
"Us." He exclaims, "when-when we broke up. I-I actually died. Like my chest hurt and I couldn't get out of bed. Then when you told me you were pregnant, I immediately thought that we should get back together." He confesses. "But you know, you told me you didn't want that, and I wanted to respect it, but after all these months, I kept missing you. You were right there, but I couldn't call you mine anymore and I missed it."
He glances at the floor and gulps, "I-I think we should try again. We have a kid now, we should be a family. I want to be a family. And I think you do too." He pauses, "I know I didn't say it enough when we were together, but I love you. I love you a lot and I don't think it can ever go away, because it can barely even fit in my body."
(Y/n) Stays silent, looking up at him with a wide eyed expression, her sobs causing her body to shake a bit and her tears still spill out of her eyes.
Luffy glances around the room, and clears his throat, "can you say something?" He whispers.
"...I don't know what to say." She confesses.
".... Say you still love me too."
"I do still love you." She breathed, "and honestly? When I found out I was pregnant, I hoped that it meant we got to try again, but I was scared, because what happens if we get hurt again and our baby gets in the mix."
"We won't get hurt again." He insisted, "I know I'm an idiot and pretty dumb, and I don't make good decisions, but it's okay, because you're amazing and perfect and i would learn calculus for you. I know with all my being we'll do it right this time. You deserve it, I deserve it. They deserve it."
They both pause and stare at each other in full love and tenderness. Leaning in, they smash their lips together in a passionate kiss. The hat sliding backwards a little and he places his hand on her cheek, they continue the kiss for a few more seconds.
The doctor places her hand on her heart and cooes. "I'm gonna call my baby daddy after this." One of the nurses whispers. The other three nod in understanding.
"Ok, if you guys are ready let's finish this up." The doctor pushed her chair closer, placing her hands on the bed.
The two pull away and turn back towards the doctor, "yes, please." (Y/n) Exclaims, the pain intensifying as another contraption starts. Luffy wraps his arm around her leg again and hold her hand with his other.
"Ok, now. Push."
She continues to push and cry, repeating the action for the next hour, when finally. The room is filled with baby cries.
(Y/n) Screams and sobs for the last time as she watches Luffy cut the umbilical cord. The nurse holds up the baby in front of them. "It's a boy." She says softly, before taking him away.
(Y/n) And Luffy smile at each other, he wipes away her tears, and she traced the scar on his cheek, a small action she didn't know she missed doing.
The nurse gives back the baby, now wrapped in a blue blanket. (Y/n) Takes him and places him perfectly in her arms. Luffy kisses him in his forehead as (y/n) admires him.
"Do we have a name?" A nurse asks, her hands on her hips, admiring the baby as well.
"Arie." Luffy and (y/n) reply in union, before glancing back at each other. They smile brightly, before sharing another kiss, the hat falling off this time, the string tugging on Luffy's neck a bit.
#monkey d luffy x reader#luffy x reader#luffy#luffy fluff#one piece#oneshot#fluff#modern au#pregnancy#accidental pregnancy#hospital setting#friends#situationships#baby#baby boy
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đ "Medically Necessitated" Ch 10
Rated: Explicit Pairing: Bucky x Steve Tags: a/b/o, age gap, past rape, rape recovery, trauma recovery, pregnancy, medical trauma, hurt/comfort, mentions of CSA, religious fundamentalism, first time, gender dysphoria, male omegas having all the bits (peen & vagine) Summary: After a medical emergency brings him into the ER, Bucky escapes the religious cult he's been raised in. It's up to Steve, nurse practitioner and omega sex & repro specialist, to see him through a medically supervised heat.
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10. Bea
Bucky and Steve negotiate what kind of relationship they're going to have.
Over the course of the following week, Bucky makes good use of the purchases from Twig ânâ Tuft. He arranges his new things in an obviously good mood, humming happily as he works. A few things get set aside for later use in the closet, but most of his efforts go towards Steveâs bed, changing out the sheets (theyâre silkier now) and blankets (puffier), fluffing the pillows (there are a lot more now), and arranging everything just how he likes.
Heâs nesting.
Steve stands in the doorway and watches for a bit, heart bursting with emotions that he knows are directly related to the bond. No way could he feel this utterly content and pleased just from watching a simple act of nesting, otherwise. His omega is feeling safe and comfortable in his home. Steve is providing for him and taking care of him, and itâs making Bucky happy. Thatâs all Steve wants.
âNeed any help?â he asks, not surprised when Bucky says no. Omegas like to nest on their own. Steve is sure heâd mess up whatever Buckyâs nonsensical system is and wind up getting his head bitten off. âOkay then,â he says. âIâm gonna get ready for bed, so âŠâ He grabs some pajamas from the dresser and heads in the direction of the bathroom, intending to brush his teeth and change. âYouâre sure you want me in here?â he double checks. âIâm more than happy to take the couch again.â
Bucky rolls his eyes at him. âNo Steve. That was pathetic. Six-foot man on a five-foot couch. Stop asking or youâre gonna give me a complex. I want you in here with me.â
Steve smiles gently. âOkay, Buck. Okay.â He goes into the bathroom and shuts the door behind himself. When he comes back out and climbs into the now-nested bed, he has a moment of indecision, unsure how close he should be, if Bucky wants his space, or if maybe Steve should try to touchâ
Bucky scoots back to spoon directly against him, his back to Steveâs chest and a large pillow hugged in front of himself. âMmm.â
Cautiously, Steve lets his arm drape over Buckyâs waist. âThis okay?â he asks.
âYeah,â Bucky sighs. He wiggles in place a little, settling. âSteve?â
âMm?â
â... Thanks.â Buckyâs hand finds Steveâs where it rests just over his waist and gives a small squeeze. âFor helping me. For everything. Iâm glad Iâm here with you.â
Steveâs heart melts into something useless and gooey, and he lets go of whatever awkwardness heâd still been holding onto. He pulls Bucky more securely against him and nuzzles into the back of his hair. âYouâre welcome, Honey. I want you here. Itâs gonna be okay.â
Bucky hums and cuddles further back against him. Later, once heâs dozed off, he purrs.
The next morning, Steve is still half-asleep when heâs suffused by the scent of happy, pregnant omega. He hums, vaguely aware that heâs surrounded by soft, good things. With his eyes still closed, he pulls the softness closer, smiling and nosing into that inherently pleasant scent. He feels so good, turned on and warm and safe. Mate, he thinks dreamily, rolling his hips once, and then again because it feels so pleasurable. Soft and good omega, mmm âŠ
âSteve?â Buckyâs sleep-slurred voice. âMm, whuddryadoinâ?â
Steve wakes and his eyes fly open. He freezes in place, mortified as he realizes that heâs been rubbing his morning erection against Buckyâs boxer-clad ass for God only knows how long. âOh, shit.â He hears Buckyâs low chuckle, but is still horrified at himself. âSorry!â he hurries, removing his hands. âSorry, sorry.â
Heâs pulling away, but Bucky turns over in the bed and follows after him. He looks barely awake himself, his hair a mess and his eyes opened to puffy slits. He burrows in against Steveâs chest, rubbing his face on his tee shirt. âSâokay,â he mumbles. âYou smell good.â Heâs silent after that, and a minute later, his quiet snoring lets Steve know that heâs fallen back to sleep.
Steve untenses and allows himself to hold Bucky againâat first hesitantly, and then with more confidence. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow, his nose near Buckyâs hair. He closes his eyes and falls asleep.
The next time he wakes, itâs to Bucky kissing him on the mouth. Steve inhales and pulls back. âBuck, whatâre you doing?â
Bucky blinks. âKissing you.â
Well yeah, Steve wants to say. He feels bad for his lack of reaction when he sees Buckyâs expression begin to shutter.
âAm I not allowed to?â he asks. âDo you ⊠do you not want that with me?â
Steve exhales. âNo, Buck. Itâs not that. I just donât want you to feel likeââ
âLike I have to,â Bucky says. âI know.â He moves closer, until their chests are touching. âI know you donât want me to feel forced or ⊠or coerced or whatever. But I donât.â Carefully, watching Steveâs reactions, he leans in to kiss him again. When their lips meet, Steveâs stomach flutters with nerves. Bucky kisses him gently, and itâs so sweet and tender that it almost aches. Steve forces himself not to wrap his arms around Buckyâs waist again, not to press his leg in between Buckyâs legs and turn into him, push him down into the sheets like he wants to.
But he does kiss back.
They talk about it over breakfast. Steve is in the kitchen making eggs and sausage, and Buckyâs curled up in a corner of the couch with one of his nesting blankets. The tv is set to low volume on a local morning news program. Buckyâs the one who initiates the conversation.
âSo, Iâm your registered omega now.â
Steve tenses where heâs standing by the stove. âOh. Yeah. Um âŠsorry.â
Bucky makes a face. âIâm the one who signed off on it. Why should you be sorry?â
âI dunno,â Steve mumbles. He looks down and focuses on shuffling the sausages around with the spatula heâs holding. Really, thereâs a whole lot heâs sorry about. Bucky was a trauma survivor in need of help, and in very short order heâs been impregnated, bonded, and legally bound to an alpha he barely knows. Steve doesnât know how to explain to Bucky what an injustice that is. âThis all just happened so fast,â he says. âI donât want you to feel like you donât have choices.â
The tv clicks off, and the next thing Steve knows, Bucky is standing on the other side of the kitchen island, giving him a stern look. âSteve, stop.â
âStop?â He glances down at the sausages. StopâŠcooking?
âStop feeling guilty about this," Bucky says, crossing his arms and leveling Steve with a look. âIt makes me sad and I donât like it.â
âOh.â
âYeah.â He nods. âLook, Iâve been given choices out the wazoo, lately. Everybody back at the hospital made it perfectly clear to me that I didnât have to go with you. But thatâs what I wanted. I like you and I trust you, and youâre the father of my baby.â
Steveâs heart stutters in his chest at hearing it said aloud like that. Holy shit, he really is going to be a father, isnât he? Holy shit, how the hell is he going to do that? He clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something, but Bucky says,
âAnd weâre bonded, arenât we?â
âYeah.â Steve remembers the eggs and hurries to give them a swirl in their pan. âAh, yeah. We are.â
Bucky nods decisively. âSo, I want to be in a relationship with you. A real one, including sex.â
Steve stops, spatula held midair in surprise. âYou ⊠what?â
âYou, me, living here,â Bucky gestures around the apartment. âI know youâre not going to make me be physical with you, but I want to be.â
Steveâs heart is beating fast inside his chest now. He licks his lips. âBuck, you ⊠youâre a minor. You're eighteen.â That seems like the most obvious problem to him, but Bucky just rolls his eyes.
âAlmost nineteen. My birthdayâs soon.â
Steve doesnât know how to break it to him that this doesnât exactly erase the massive age difference between them. âIâm thirty-one, Honey.â He struggles for what to say next, and of course Bucky mistakes his awkwardness for rejection.
He visibly draws back into himself. âIf you donât like me like that,â he hedges, âor if you arenât really attracted to me, I wish youâd just say so. I can handle it, but I just need to know what weââ
âNo, no. I do. I like you, Buck.â Steve hurriedly covers the pans with their respective lids and flicks both burners off, stepping around the island to pull Bucky into his arms. âAnd youâre beautiful, Honey. Youâve got to know that.â He hugs him, and Bucky all but melts against him, resting his cheek on Steveâs shoulder. The closeness instantly feels right. Steve can feel the omega relaxing at his words, his scent lightening back to something pleasant. He sighs. All his overthinking things has just left Bucky feeling unwanted, and that couldnât be further from the truth. âI guess you can tell that I have some hang-ups,â he mutters.
Bucky scoffs. âYeah. You worry too much.â
Yeah, he does. But Steve shrugs. He canât help the second guessing and caution that comes so naturally to him at this point. Heâs been trained ad-nauseam to be a victimâs advocate, to never take advantage. âI just want to make you happy,â he admits, giving Bucky a gentle squeeze. âI guess I need to start trusting you to be able to tell me how to do that.â
Bucky hums happily. âYeah. Good.â He pulls back just enough to meet Steveâs eyes, and he smiles. Then, pointedly, he leans in and kisses him. Itâs only a brief kiss, more a brush of lips than anything else, but it makes Steveâs skin tingle with pleasure. Bucky pulls back check, âSo now I can kiss you any time I want, right?â
Steve forces a smile. âYeah Buck. You can kiss me.â
Bucky kisses him once more, then lets him go. âAnd do other stuff,â he says happily, just as Steve is reaching up to grab plates out of the cabinet.
He freezes. âOh. Um ...â
âOh come on, Steve. Youâve fucked me six ways to Sunday already!â
Steve busts out in a surprised laugh, but he can feel his face heating at the intense visual memory that hits him: Bucky, in the heat suite, naked and moaning and coming undone. Steve shakes his head and grabs the spatula back up. âJesus Buck. Come on over here and get your food.â
Bucky obeys with a smirk, and they heap their plates high with scrambled eggs and sausage links and sit at opposite ends of the couch. Their feet tangle in the middle as they eat. Bucky chews thoughtfully for a while and then says, out of the blue and with determination, âI should learn to cook.â
Steve grimaces down at his plate. âThat bad, huh?â
âWhat? Oh, no!â Bucky laughs and eats more sausage. âNo, this is great. I was just thinking how I could make you breakfast. Pancakes and stuff. Omelets. I mean, since you probably donât have time to do it yourself when you have to get to work in the mornings. Right?"
Steve blinks, taken aback. âWow thatâs ⊠thatâs really sweet, Buck.â Bucky smiles and looks back down at his plate, and Steve says, âI still have the next few days off from work. We could try to get your school situation figured out, if you want?â
Bucky looks wary of this idea. âI dunno, Steve. I was always homeschooled. I don't âŠâ He shifts uncomfortably. âI donât know if Iâm very smart.â
Steve tuts in disapproval. âOf course youâre smart. Just because you might not know certain facts doesnât make you unintelligent. Remember what I told you?â
âYeah I know. Bees pollinate flowers,â Bucky mumbles, his discomfort obvious. Heâs still embarrassed about his past.
"Hey," Steve offers gently. He nudges Buckyâs socked foot with his own. âThatâs what weâre gonna do. Weâll spend the last few days of my leave figuring out a schedule for you, okay? Iâll help you.â The past few days have gone quickly, eaten up by tv marathons, snuggle sessions, and walks around the neighborhood to familiarize Bucky with the immediate area where Steve lives. âWe can map out where your sisterâs new place is, where youâre going to go for therapy. Iâll even investigate how you might go about taking the GED, if you want. They have study materials. Shouldnât be hard to figure out.â He keeps nudging Buckyâs foot with his until he gets a little smile from the kid. âYouâll get a transit pass for the train and the bus. You can be totally independent, scoot all over the city if you want.â
Bucky hums and tucks back into his food, but Steve can tell that heâs pleased by the prospect.
Steve still has the next few days off from work, the tail-end of what is officially titled as his âRegistered New Mate Leave.â
Steve is forced to explain toâan understandably confusedâBucky, that even though âmatesâ really is just a social construct and not a true physical thing, the government in New York still uses the term in some of its policies and legislation. âI know itâs contradictory,â he apologizes, when Bucky first perks up at hearing him say the words âmate leaveâ. âItâs stupid, I know. But the important thing is that I have time off where I can help you get settled, yeah?â
Bucky agrees with a tiny nod (and later, a quietly-murmured: âItâs not stupid. I donât mind being your mate,â which makes Steve fluster but which Bucky also says quietly enough and standing far away enough that Steve can pretend he didnât hear him say it).
He buys Bucky a transit card and helps him learn how to use the app for the city bus system and the train on his phone, then they decide to take a practice trip together, riding the orange and then the purple line out to the address in Queens where Rebecca's new apartment complex is.
Steve sits next to Bucky on the train and watches as he spends the ride downloading various apps for things like GrubHub and Candy Crush onto his phone. Itâs a little hard for Steve to remember that Bucky grew up in a restrictive and backwards cult, when heâs sitting there witnessing the kid take to the modern world like a fish takes to water.
Rebeccaâs apartment is all the way out in Flushing. Steve makes a reference to The Nanny, which Bucky of course doesnât get, because he didnât grow up watching 90âs cable TV. So Steve promises to add it to their already massive streaming watchlist.
Rebecca has them stay for lunch, and Steve feels kind of bad when they leave her in her lonely apartment with stark walls and hardly any furniture or possessions. Sheâs still adjusting to the outside world, the same as Bucky is, and Steve is once again very, very glad that heâs been able to bring Bucky straight into a lived-in home with lots of warm things and Steve himself to help. Heâd hate to think of Bucky struggling all on his own.
âWe should have her over for dinner sometime,â he offers, when he and Bucky are back in Brooklyn and walking towards the OmCare social services building where Buckyâs scheduled for his afternoon intake and assessment. âYour sister, that is.â
âOoh, yeah. We could do that?â Bucky looks hopeful. âI could make something.â
âSure, why not?â They walk inside the building and Steve accompanies Bucky up to the check-in desk. He gives him a little side hug, which Bucky turns into a full-on hug, and then leans up and kisses him. Itâs just a quick peck, but it makes Steve flush halfway down his neck.
Bucky smiles when he notices and holds Steveâs hand while they wait in line behind one other person. âYouâre nice,â he mumbles.
âItâs your apartment, too. Youâre allowed to have guests and go in and out and cook whenever you want. And Iâm glad youâve got your sister, and that sheâs got you.â Steve squeezes his hand. âYouâve both overcome something huge. Itâs not easy. Iâm proud of you.â
Bucky beams and looks like heâll say something else, but before he can, the receptionist calls him forward and he signs himself in. They take their seats in the waiting room, and before long Bucky is called back by a kind looking beta counselor, who introduces herself as Beatriceâ"just Bea is fine"âCollins, and informs Steve that if he plans to stick around for the entire appointment, heâs got quite the wait ahead of him. Steve says he doesnât mind. His phone has a full charge.
When Bucky comes out of the appointmentâthree hours later âSteveâs butt is numb from the waiting room chairs, and Buckyâs holding a folder stuffed full of papers. Steve can immediately tell that heâs in a very good mood. He looks ten times brighter than when he'd gone in. âHowâd it go?â Steve asks.
âGreat!"
"Yeah?"
"Uh huh. My counselor's nice.â Bucky recounts all of the different assessments that Bea had him complete during their session together. âI think she was expecting me to be super screwed up or something,â he jokes. âI donât know what the heck the hospital told her.â
That youâre a gang rape trauma victim with culture shock and gender dysphoria, Steve thinks, but doesnât say. Heâs been relieved and surprised so far, at how well Buckyâs taken to accepting himself and his body, this bond and the news of an unplanned pregnancy. Steve doesnât know how thatâll change as the pregnancy progresses, but heâs hopeful that him being there and being accepting of Bucky can help make a positive difference. âDid you get a schedule for therapy?â he asks, when theyâre on the bus ride home.
âMondays and Wednesdays at four,â Bucky says. âThereâs a queer youth group that meets after. Bea said she thinks Iâll like it. I told her Iâd give it a try.â
Steve blinks in surprise. âOh. Okay. So ... do you feel like youâre, um, queer?â
Bucky smirks and shakes his head. âNo. But I dunno, I might make friends there.â
âOh yeah. Right, of course.â
His hand migrates to his stomach and he looks down at it. âI still feel really weird about it all. Being pregnant.â
Steveâs heart sinks and he fights not to let it show on his face. âDo you feel like youâre changing your mind? About keeping it?â
Bucky shakes his head but he wonât meet Steveâs eyes. âNo, itâs not that. I donât mean the baby. Itâs more about how Iâm, like âŠâ He chews his lip as he thinks about it. âHow I'm being like this so openly.â
ââLike thisâ?â
He nods. âI know people can smell it. And eventually Iâll get big and peopleâll see.â
âYeah.â Steveâs hand creeps over the seat between them, cautious. He personally canât wait to see Bucky get bigger, but of course heâd never say that. âIs ... that a bad thing?â he asks cautiously.
âNo. Not bad. It just makes it so obvious about how Iâm, um, you know.â Bucky hesitates for so long that Steve half expects him to throw out an obscene word. âHow I'm ⊠omega." He plucks at the front of his sweater, which they bought in the menâs omega clothing section at Target just the other day.
It isnât much different in style from a typical menâs A/B sweater. Perhaps a bit tighter in the fitâslightly different seams, a more graceful neckline thatâs indicative of the gender itâs meant for. Steve thinks it looks good on him, but now he starts to get self conscious and wonders if Bucky truly liked any of the clothes they bought for him the other day. Steve had tried to make it clear that Bucky could pick out anything he wanted. He doesnât think heâd been the one to steer them in the direction of the menâs O department, rather than men's A/B, but heâll be damned if he can convince himself of it now.
He opens his mouth to ask, but Buckyâs already speaking, âIt wasnât like that back home. Guys like me were ⊠Well, people knew, of course, but we didnât talk about it. You hid it, you didnât go around openly acting allââ he cuts himself off and shakes his head. âAnyways, itâs just weird to be out in public, knowing everybody can tell. Seeing people act like itâs normal.â
Steve frowns and takes his hand. âIt is normal, Buck.â
âI know. I know that. Itâs just gonna take some getting used to." Bucky twists his lips and grumbles, "Bea says Iâve got âdysphoriaâ.â
âYou do,â Steve says solemnly, thinking about how the kid had refused to even consider the menâs O style underwear at Target. Theyâd purchased a pack of A/B style briefs instead, which Steve had been happy to do for him. âItâs gonna take time,â he agrees kindly. âAnd thatâs okay. It'll get easier, you'll become more comfortable about a lot of stuff. And for the things that don't feel right, well you know you can express your gender any way you want, right? You don't have to force yourself into some box. Not anymore." He gives Bucky's hand a comforting squeeze. "I think the queer groupâs a great idea, Buck. You should go.â
Buckyâs scent gradually lightens, and he leans in against Steveâs side, allowing him to wrap an arm around his shoulders and hold him close for the remainder of the bus ride home.
ââand said she thinks Iâll do just fine on the GED,â Bucky tells Steve brightly the next night, when theyâre fixing their dinners. âI can study for it online, and take it any time I want. She had this whole indicator test that said my scores were pretty good. Better than what sheâs seen from uneducated people in the past.â
âYou not uneducated, Buck,â Steve chides. âYou were homeschooled.â
âBetter than nothing,â Bucky mutters, but says nothing else, and they leave it at that.
They compromise and make little side salads to eat with the frozen dinners that Bucky picked out (the kid has atrocious taste in foods, and Steve has already purchased and paid for overnight shipping on the best prenatal vitamins that money can buy). They settle in to watch a few more episodes of The Nanny, which Bucky has decided that he loves. After that, he picks out a movie to watch, and they sit snuggled on the couch together, some of the new nesting blankets tucked around both of their shoulders.
It becomes apparent that Bucky has taken their previous discussion about physicality to heart. Heâs very bold with how close he wants to be with Steve, sitting right up against him as soon as the movie starts and leaning more and more of his weight on him as time goes on. He purrs happily when Steve finally wraps an arm around his shoulders, gives him an affectionate tug against his body, and holds him close. They spend the rest of the movie that way.
By the time the credits roll, Buckyâs hand has been steadily creeping higher up Steveâs thigh for the better part of twenty minutes. Theyâve snuggled the entire movie, but Bucky started touching with intent somewhere around the three-quarter mark, and Steveâs done nothing to stop him. He grunts softly when Bucky finally reaches the top of his thigh, and again when he boldly moves his hand and cups the front of his jeans. Steveâs been perked up for a while, and it feels good to finally be touched. âBuck,â he says softly.
Bucky turns into him, putting their faces close together. âKiss me?â he murmurs, those two quiet words making his lips move in the barest, most enticing way. They look so soft.
Steveâs belly flutters with nerves in a way that it hasnât done in a long time. Buckyâs so young and sweet, so innocent, and that really gets to Steve more than he wants to admit. Heâs never had a virginity kink, but knowing that heâs the only one whoâs ever made love to Buckyâs body, the only one whoâs ever laid him down in soft spaces and shown him pleasure, God, it makes Steve weak to think about.
It makes him want so much, makes him want to show Bucky every single way there is in the world to feel good. Steve just wants to keep him and teach him and make him happy. And to feel all of that for someone heâs barely known is ⊠Itâs a lot. Steve knows theyâre bonded, and that he should allow himself a little leeway, allow himself to indulge. Especially since Buckyâs all but in his lap now, having made his wishes crystal clear, lips hovering scant centimeters away from Steveâs own.
Steve closes the distance, pressing their mouths together in a gentle kiss. Bucky is soft, just as devastatingly sweet and soft as he looks, and Steve feels his blood run hotter at the sheer lust that courses through him. Fuck, he thinks despairingly. How is he ever going to control himself with this boy?
Bucky makes a tiny noise of pleasure as soon as theyâre kissing, a sound that goes straight to Steveâs cock. Heâs so eager, pressing closer, his hand between Steveâs legs molding to the shape of his erection and rubbing. Steve grunts and kisses him harder, and Bucky looses the sweetest little whimper. He abandons all pretense of restraint, turning fully into Steve, climbing into his lap and straddling him. His hands come up to cradle Steveâs face as they make out.
Steve groans at the first, hot swipe of Buckyâs tongue. He opens up to it and follows, his hands curling in hard at Buckyâs waist as they get more and more heated, more urgent. Buckyâs hips start grinding down in tight little circles, and when they break away from the kiss momentarily, Steve's slightly out of breath. âBuck,â he pants, and Bucky nods shakily in response.
âYeah. Oh God, Steve. You feel so ⊠I just wanna ⊠nngh.â
Jesus, Steve thinks. It doesnât even take a complete sentence from the boy to make heat pulse harder through his veins. He knows that part of itâs from the bond. Logically, he knows. He can feel Buckyâs arousal like an echo of his own, amplifying everything. His cock is throbbing against the seam of his jeans. Buckyâs been rocking needily against it as they kiss, and Steve can smell the omegaâs arousal now, honey-sweet and tempting underneath the layers of his clothes. Heâs getting wet.
It calls out to Steveâs instincts, makes him want to grab Bucky and tackle him to the floor, make him feel so good that he cries and comes apart for him within minutes. Itâs not like it would be hard to do. Steve knows how an omega's body works, knows that he could have Bucky creaming on his fingers before the movieâs end credits are finished rolling. But he forces himself to hold back, because thatâs not what he wants, not really. Not for Buckyâs first time in their home. Their home. Christ.
âSweetheart,â he gasps, when Bucky switches to sucking on his neck and rubbing forwards instead of down, his clothed little cock grinding against Steveâs abs, giving off these needy little whines as he moves. Fuck, itâs sexy. And heâs got his mouth right over Steveâs glands, bringing blood to the surface of skin thatâs still tender and sensitive from the recent bondmark. Itâs healed by now, but the skin is still pink and thin, delicate from injury. It wouldnât take much to get it to break all over again, and Steve feels saliva pool in his mouth as he imagines that the same must be true of Buckyâs mark. He grits his teeth and digs his fingers in hard at Buckyâs waist, trying to control himself. âOh, Honey ⊠okay wait. Wait wait wait.â He pulls back, panting, and after a moment Bucky does, too. His eyes open and flick over Steveâs face. Heâs got such fantastic eyes. Irises that flare into a stormy cobalt, and then gray; his pupils blown huge with desire. Steve is fucking helpless under those eyes.
âAlpha,â Bucky breathes, saying it like it might as well be Steveâs name. âCan we? Please? I want it, I do. Please Steve, please take me back to our room.â
Itâs such pretty begging. Steveâs hit hard in that instant by how utterly beautiful Bucky is. His dark lashes and plush lips, the wanting pinch between his brows, and the sweet, aroused, pregnant smell of him. Steve wonders how he ever thought he was going to be able to remain respectable, here. âYeah?â he asks, pushing his hands under Buckyâs sweater to feel his skin. He digs his fingers into the soft give of his waist and feels him shudder. âYou sure?â
Bucky grabs his face to kiss him forcefully, his hips jolting down again as he does. âYes!â he laughs, kissing Steve hard, shoving his tongue inside his mouth with almost no skill. âFuck, Steve. Come on. Pleease. Youâre my Alpha, arenât you?â Heâs only asking lightheartedly, but Steveâs balls still clench and throb as if heâs been issued a challenge, and his growl still intensifies to something rich and possessive, rolling deep in his chest. Bucky makes a delighted sound at hearing it, and his scent spikes. He clings to Steve and tucks his face in his neck, humping him harder and moaning, âCâmon Alpha. Take me back there and hold me down. Make it feel better. Arenât I your omega? Donât you want to breed me up in our nest?â
âFuck,â Steve says tightly. This kidâs too clever. He figures things out. âBucky,â he growls.
âYeah." Bucky drags his teeth over Steveâs bondmark and sucks, hard, on the glands. He releases with a 'pop' and a harshly whispered, âSo make me feel good like youâre supposed to,â against the shell of Steveâs ear. And Steve breaks. He shoves up to standing with Bucky hoisted in his arms. The coffee table scrapes loudly across the floor when his shins hit it. Bucky squeaks at the sudden movement and grabs onto him, laughing delightedly. "Steve!"
Steve carries him back to the bedroom. He dumps him on the bed and Bucky scoots back and starts yanking off his clothes with haste. Steve stays standing and undresses, growling at him. âYouâre a manipulative little shit, you know that?â
Bucky laughs. âIf it gets me what I want," he preens, voice muffled by his tee shirt and sweater twisted halfway over his face.
Steve is naked first, and he helps Bucky by pulling off the briefs that he's trying to kick off his foot, tossing them away with a grin as he crawls over him on the bed. âAnd what is that, huh?â he asks, settling in the cradle of his hips, pleased when Bucky's legs part instinctively to make a place for him. Finally, their bodies finally pressed fully together, nothing between them anymore. It feels right. Buckyâs eyes are bright and joyful, his cheeks beautifully flushed as Steve settles on his forearms above him. Bucky whines and draws his knees up, humping against Steve's stomach, smearing his slick there. Steve traces the edge of one dark brow with his thumb. âPretty boy. What do you want so bad, hm?â
âThought thatâd be obvious by now,â Bucky jokes, though some of the bravado has leached from his voice, replaced by a breathiness that betrays his nerves.
Steve glances down between them and sees Buckyâs cocklet, half hard and fattened up against his belly. And lower down, all that slick. Itâs mind-bendingly hot, and Steve shoves a hand down between them, smearing through the mess and getting it all over his fingers. âSo wet, Sweetheart,â he praises.
Bucky chokes out the prettiest little noise when Steve's fingers graze his soaked lips, and then wrap around his cocklet and start giving it light, coaxing strokes. âS-shit,â he whimpers, shoving up against Steveâs hand. âOhn, sh-shit, Steve âŠâ
âMmhm.â Steve kisses him as he strokes, stopping frequently to pull back and watch the pleasure play out over his face. Bucky's little cock is almost fully hard in his hand. Steve looks down between their bodies to watch as he thumbs over the head again and again. He takes gentle hold of his foreskin and uses it to jerk him off right at the tip. The sight of it is enough to make him want to pop a knot. And lower down? Jesus wept, itâs pretty. Buckyâs slick is everywhere and his cunt is pink and swollen, the lips puffy and darkened from arousal. Jesus fucking Christ. Steve's overcome with the need to seal his mouth right over it.
He gets back on his knees, intending to do just that, pulling Bucky where he wants him in the sheets. He pushes Buckyâs knees apart and looks his fill. Bucky starts to whine and squirm at the close attention, but Steve hushes him and plays with his cock some more to distract him. âShh, Honey. Youâre so pretty down here.â Heâs staring, canât help but stare at the gorgeous spread of Buckyâs sex. He trails his fingers over it in the barest ghost of a touch, near reverent in how he plays with this delicate part of him. âOh, Sweetheart. Look at you, so perfect.â
Buckyâs scent gets even more aroused, but with a growing hint of embarrassment to it that Steve doesnât like. His nose wrinkles as he scents a twinge of humiliation, and realizes how bothered Bucky is. This isnât going to be like at the hospital. Bucky no longer has the mental fog or the fevered drive of his heat to guide him through any of this.
Steve looks up and tries to convey what he feels for Bucky through his expression, through the bond that they share. He reaches out and cups his cheek. âWhat are you thinking, Sweet boy?â he asks sadly, knowingly. Because he can already see it: the self-deprecating thoughts that Bucky's having about his body, about what heâs been told all his life is wrong with it. Steve makes a miserable noise of contention, and Buckyâs lips quiver and his eyes slip closed. Heâs shaking his head just the barest bit. Steve whines sadly. âHoney,â
âNothing,â Bucky whispers, squirming unhappily and pressing his cheek into Steveâs palm. His sad little smile is heart wrenching. âItâs nothing. Iâm fine.â
For the first time, Steve wishes that heâd gone in to speak privately with Buckyâs OmCare counselor the other day, so that he couldâve asked questions. Steveâs never been with someone with issues like Bucky has, at least not any longer than a few hectic days spent fucking in a heat suite. His job involves acute care, the during. Heâs never been there to deal with the after. Buckyâs so beautiful laid out before him now, but Steve is keenly aware of how fragile he is, too. He doesnât want to mess this up.
Slowly, he moves his hand from Buckyâs face and fits it around the front of his throat instead. He presses up and in under his jaw, and watches as Buckyâs eyes shoot open again. Steve levels him with a tender look. âBuck,â he tells him gently. âI want to lay down on my stomach, here.â He nods at the bed. âRight here, between your pretty legs.â Bucky swallows thickly beneath his palm, a hurt little pinch forming between his brows. One of his hands has come up to grip onto Steveâs wrist at his throat, but he isnât pushing him away, and Steve keeps his hand there. âI think youâre so beautiful, Sweetheart. And I want to show you. I want to make you feel good.â Carefully, he leans down over him, so close that their lips brush together. But he keeps his eyes open, and so does Bucky, and he doesnât kiss him. He stays like that, sharing breath with him and looking right into his eyes as he holds his neck with gentle dominance. ⊠And with his other hand, he reaches down between his legs.
Buckyâs breath catches and trips at the first touch of Steveâs fingers, his face slipping between desire and shame and a whole host of other, vulnerable emotions. âS-steve,â he breathes.
âMmhm.â He lets the pads of his fingers stroke softly along the lips of Buckyâs cunt, again and again, up and down, just barely touching. Heâs soaked. âI want you to tell me,â Steve murmurs, and then he finally does kiss himâjust once, just a tiny peck on the lips. Bucky tries to kiss back, but he denies him, maintaining that scant distance between their faces and waiting until Bucky opens his eyes again. Steve smiles. âTell me, Bucky. Tell me to put my face down between your legs. Tell me to kiss you, to lick you.â
The whine Bucky makes is as bothered as the blush that stains his cheeks. He writhes underneath Steve, and Steve tightens his hand on his neck. He fits his thumb over his bonding glands and presses firmly. âI love every part of your body Buck, and I want you to see that. I want you to see what I see.â He gives him another kiss, and this time speaks directly against Buckyâs mouth. âNow give me permission to eat you out.â
âFuck,â Bucky whimpers, but the shame in his scent has already peaked and is dissipating. Itâs still there, but Steve can feel through the bond how his words have helped. Bucky squirms under him, a new gush of slick pooling around Steveâs fingers right after. â... E-eat me out, Steve.â
âGood boy. Oh, Bucky, Sweetheart,â
âPlease ⊠your mouth, your ⊠please.â
Steve growls, more than satisfied. He mashes his mouth down hard on Buckyâs, kissing him fiercely to let him know heâs been so, so good for him. Then he shoves himself down the bed, dragging his cock against the sheets as he goes to get some relief. Buckyâs legs spread apart and Steve coaxes him with gentle murmurs to rest them over his shoulders. âThere you go. Just like that, Beautiful.â He kisses the back of one calf as it moves and Bucky settles. He flicks his eyes up to Bucky, whoâs staring down at him with parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes.
âOh, Steve. Are you gonna?â
He moves instead of answering, shoulders pushing under Buckyâs thighs and arms wrapping around, tugging him closer. Bucky squeaks and Steve rumbles in satisfaction. âGoddamn,â he curses, rolling his hips down against the mattress some more. Itâs barely a relief. âBaby,â he breathes, staring at Buckyâs pink folds, so wet and delicate, his little hole clenching on nothing. âBaby, you got no idea how good this pussy looks. Fuck.â
Bucky groans at the words, but he doesnât get much chance to protest further because in the next second Steve is diving in. He seals his mouth over most of Buckyâs entire sex, just because he can, giving a big, indulgent suck and making absolutely filthy noises in the process. He laves the flat of his tongue, wide and firm and focused, up the pink cleft of his cunt, again and again, before setting in to a few moments of truly tongue fucking himâfirst with tiny little jabs that barely breach him and make him whine high and needy, then a series of longer, deeper pushes, going as far into Buckyâs body as he possibly can. Bucky downright wails after a moment of that, and Steve can hear the frustration in it, can hear how he wants more but doesnât have the words to ask. Thatâs alright, though. Steve has given plenty of head in his life, and he knows what male omegas respond to best. He gets himself in gear and does what he knows will have Bucky coming in minutes.
âJesus Chr-uhââ Bucky grunts, his hips shoving up hard against Steveâs face.
Steve hums around the cocklet in his mouth and tongues the underside, flicking over and over it like he would do to a womanâs clit. Heâs got one hand holding Buckyâs hip down, and he uses the other to tease at the wet entrance of his slit, pressing with the tips of two fingers. Itâs so tight that, for a long second, it doesnât feel as if heâll be able to get in. He hums his mouth on Buckâs cock and pushes harder ⊠and slips in.
Bucky cries out sharply and both of his hands are suddenly in Steveâs hair, pulling him closer. His legs hook over his back, heels digging in. âFuck, oh fuck, Steve yeah⊠yeahyeah ⊠that ⊠oh, ohplease, jusâlikethat.â
Steve hums happily and curls his fingers, rubbing the right spots, letting his knuckles bump Buckyâs mound while he suckles with purpose at the head of his dick. Heâs determined to get at least this first orgasm out of the way before he fucks him.
Buckyâs hands pull his head and his hips shove against Steveâs face as he arches and comes, the sweet, desperate sounds he makes as he reaches his climax music to Steveâs ears. His body contracts rhythmically as he releases, a hot gush of slick between his legs and Steveâs palm. Steve groans with his cocklet still held in his mouth. He pulls off, lifting his head to gaze up Buckyâs body but leaving his fingers buried inside his cunt. Buckyâs head is tossed back in the pillows, panting, his face lax from the trailing bliss of his orgasm.
Steve smiles and strokes his fingers inside a few more times, prolonging it for him as much as he can. When Bucky inhales hugely then sighs, his entire body going boneless, Steve pulls out. He dips down for one more, indulgent taste, then kisses his way back up Buckyâs stomach, up across his chest and neck. Buckyâs waiting for him with half-lidded eyes and a sated smile when he arrives to lie over top of him again. Steve hums, settling between his legs and kissing him lightly. He rocks his hips minutely, moving his cock through all that slick. âFeel good?â he asks, bending down to nose at his neck.
Bucky shivers in his arms and nods. âMmm. Mmhm.â
Steveâs lips find Buckyâs bondmark and kiss it. âGood,â he murmurs. He flicks his tongue out against the delicate skin of the mark, imagining how good it would feel to bite him now, to sink his teeth in all over again, feel the skin break so tenderly and the blood welling out rich with pheromones, how much the sound of Buckyâs cries would turn him on. I want to claim you again, he thinks. I want you. His chest aches with how badly he wants to say those things, but he forces himself not to.
Itâs not his place to scar Bucky up any worse than he already has, not when they arenât mates. Buckyâs with him until the baby comes, maybe not long after. Steve has to let him have that choice, he can't be selfish and box him in, no matter how badly his instincts might make him want to. He rubs his lips over the bondmark instead, then just his nose, when the urge to bite wonât go away.
Beneath him, Buckyâs hips cant up further, receptive. His knees notch up higher about Steveâs waist. But after a moment of lazy writhing and making little seeking, wanting mewls, he freezes. âOh. Um ⊠Steve?â
âMm?â Steve is rubbing his cock through the wet cleft of his sex, ready to be inside his omega, ready to feel that heaven again. He wedges a hand down to line himself up. âYou ready, Honey?â
âWait, no.â Steve pulls back, and Bucky winces in apology. âAh, maybe I have to pee. Sorry.â
Steve laughs, relieved, and kisses him quickly. He rolls off of him and onto his back. âDonât apologize. It happens.â He pats him on the hip affectionately and tells him to go. Bucky does, and Steve watches his naked backside as it disappears into the ensuite. He sighs heavily once heâs alone, scrubbing the heels of his hands over his eyes and resisting the urge to touch himself in Buckyâs absence. God, heâd really wanted to bite him again. Thatâs going to be a problem. He hears the toilet flush, then water running at the sink, then Buckyâs footsteps as he returns. Steve uncovers his face and smiles as Bucky climbs back on the bed. âBetter?â
âMmhm.â
Bucky's a typical omega, in that he responds very well to his orgasms. Heâs loose and happy after his first, all the tension and insecurities from before gone for the moment. Steve knows his brain has just dumped a shit-ton of chemicals to tell him that heâs loved and safe and beautiful and cared for. He moves to pull him in close again, intending to get right back between his spread legs like heâd been before, but Bucky stops him with another hesitant,
âWait.â
Steve pauses, and when Bucky pushes against his shoulder he takes the hint and returns to lying on his back, probably with a quizzical expression on his face. Buckyâs kneeling on the bedcovers beside him, looking shy but eager. Steveâs knot throbs at that look. âBuck?â
Buckyâs eyes rove over his body with interest plain on his face. At his sides, his hands make an aborted gesture towards Steve. âUm. I wanted to try âŠâ He bites his lip, eyes trailing down to Steveâs erection where it lies wet and heavy against his belly, the shine of Buckyâs slick on it catching the roomâs light. Bucky visibly trembles and reaches out with his hand again. This time, his fingers brush over the skin of Steveâs hip. He shifts in place on his knees. âCan I âŠâ
âYes,â Steve breathes, instantly harder just at the thought of Bucky touching him in that wayâwith his hands, his mouth, it doesnât matter. Whatever it is that Bucky wants, Steve wants him to have it. The idea of his omega wanting him like this, wanting to explore his body, makes Steve hotter than anything he can imagine. âAnything you want,â he manages to croak out, forcing himself to remain still and let Bucky set the pace. âGo ahead.â
Buckyâs timid for another moment, leaning forward. His hands land lightly on Steveâs chest at first, then drag down, feeling his body. He takes a deep breath and seems to decide on something, his expression growing resolute. He straddles Steveâs thighs and leans forward to touch his chest again, taking more time to explore his pecs, ghost fingers over his nipples. Itâs endearing how fascinated he still is. Steve supposes that they didnât do much of this in the heat suite. Bucky had been too far into his cycle then, too needy and traumatized to even contemplate exploring Steveâs body when what he really needed was an alpha taking care of him. Now though, now he can explore. And the heat in his eyes as they rove Steveâs body shows that he very much wants to.
Steve swallows thickly and watches as his omega becomes familiar with him in this new way. His hands flow over Steveâs abs, fingertips tracing the lines of muscle, and then the hair that starts on his belly. He smooths his hands down over those flat planes, out to his hips, to the tops of his thighs and back up. But his eyes remain glued to Steveâs cock the entire time. Itâs fully hard now, darkened in color from his arousal and the knot plumped at the base. Buckyâs eyes flick up once, just to check, and Steve gives him a shaky smile. âGo ahead, Sweetheart.â
Bucky touches his cock, wrapping his hand around the shaft like heâs afraid heâll hurt Steve. âWhat should I do?â he whispers, fingers tightening the barest fraction and giving a cautious stroke. âIâve never âŠâ
Steveâs hips jerk up and he fights to keep himself still. âItâs okay,â he says. âYou touch yourself, right? Just do that. Itâs the same.â
Buckyâs eyes flick up, and Steveâs surprised to see humor there. Bucky twists his lips wryly. âItâs not the same,â he teases, looking back down pointedly at Steveâs humongous cock, and then his.
Steve chuckles. âWell, general idea.â He reaches down and puts his hand over Buckyâs hand where itâs holding his cock. Bucky inhales sharply and looks at him. Steve nods. âAnything you do is gonna feel so good for me, Buck,â he tells him honestly. âGo ahead. I just want to watch you have fun.â Bucky looks shocked at that for the barest of seconds, but then that look slips away, replaced by eagerness. He looks back down, licks his lips, and starts jerking Steve off in slow, exploring strokes. Steve groans and lets his head flop back into the pillow, closing his eyes after a moment. Buckyâs other hand appears at the top of his thigh. It slides inwards, squeezing the muscle, and Steve groans and spreads his legs a little for him, flexing his pelvis up. âYeah,â he whispers. âBucky.â Buckyâs touches grow bolder. He squeezes Steveâs cock harder and starts twisting his hand experimentally on the upstroke. His other hand migrates from Steveâs thigh to his balls, eliciting a grunt from Steve. âOh,â he breathes, wanting Bucky to hear it in his voice, how good it is. âHoney, yeah. Thatâs just right.â
Bucky rolls his balls in his palm lightly, and when Steve tells him that he can tug on them a little, he obeys. âTouch my knot,â Steve whispers, when he can feel it swelling further. He moans unexpectedly loudly when Buckyâs hand closes around it though, and heâs opening his eyes and reaching down to grab Buckyâs wrists in alarm. âNope, nope nope. No more of that,â he pants, wide-eyed.
Bucky laughs, looking proud. âWhy not?â
Steve growls and tugs on Bucky's waist, making him fall down on top of him. âYou know why not,â he rumbles, then kisses him firmly on the mouth.
Itâs possessive, and Bucky moans into it, his hands curling over Steveâs shoulders and hips grinding down against his abs. They part from the kiss and Bucky sits up, his eyes sparkling. âI liked it though,â he says. He rocks down at a different angle, rubbing his cunt on Steve's belly and smearing his slick all over the place. He giggles when Steve groans and grabs his hips to stop him. âWhat if thatâs what I wanted?â he asks. âWhat if I want to make you cum with my hands? Or my mouth?â
âFuck.â
âI want to see it,â he says, eyes hot on Steve and his hips rocking lewdly against him. âOne day. I wanna see it happen. In my hands. I want to hold it and see it get big.â
Steve really, really has to close his eyes for a second with that one. He bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to hurt. Because he simply cannot with Bucky and his virginal little attempts at dirty talk right now. âYou better watch your mouth,â he warns, his voice sounding like heâs swallowed rocks. âOr you will see it.â Buckyâs grin is magnificent, but Steve raises an eyebrow and reminds him, âAlphas only cum once, Sweetheart. Up to you to decide where my knot is, when that happens.â
Itâs adorable, how fast Buckyâs eyes widen at that, and then how he frowns and pouts about not getting to have his cake and eat it, too. Steve waits him out patiently, grateful to have a few secondsâ reprieve (and also fairly certain that he knows which way Buckyâs going to steer things).
âFine,â Bucky eventually says, sighing dramatically as if heâs making the worldâs most difficult choice. Steve grins and digs his fingers firmly into the fleshiness of his hips, preparing to flip them back over. But Bucky grunts in protest, and then he puts his hands on Steve's chest and shoves him back down to the bed with an adorable little omega growl. Steve feels his surge of confidence and playful dominance through the bond, and he grins up at him, understanding what he wants. âYeah?â
Bucky pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites it, a little bit of self-consciousness slipping back in, even as he nods. âUh huh. Can I?â
Steve groans. He sits up and yanks Bucky against him, one hand threaded into his hair just so he can kiss him, hard, one single time. He falls back down to the bed. âOf course you can,â he tells him, grabbing his hips again and kneading his fingers in. âGo on.â
His enthusiastic response seems to wipe away any remaining traces of Buckyâs doubt. The boy's scent is pure again, unpolluted by shame or uncertainty, and he licks his lips and focuses intently on kneeling up, reaching around behind himself for Steveâs cock, and lining it up with his entrance.
Steve helps him along, holding his dick steady at the base so that Bucky can focus on relaxing and taking him inside his body. âHey,â he whispers, getting Buckyâs attention back on him. âKeep your eyes on me, okay?â Bucky flushes and exhales shakily at the command. He nods, eyes fixed on Steveâs face even as he lowers himself down and they touch. Steveâs cockhead presses, breaches Buckyâs body, and he sees Buckyâs lips part and his brow pinch.
"Oh."
âJust like that,â Steve soothes, petting his flank with one hand, guiding his hip down with the other. Bucky groans quietly as he sinks down and bottoms out, and Steve rewards him with a deep rumble of approval. âThaatâs it, Honey. Oh, good boy.â
Bucky mewls and falls forward, bracing both hands on Steveâs chest. His eyes are clamped shut tightly and he starts moving, rocking forwards and back, hard and fast. But Steve only lets him have a moment of that frantic grinding before heâs shushing him and coaxing him to sit back, slow down, and open his eyes. âYeah,â he says, stroking up to his waist and back down in praise. He tugs and pulls his hips, guiding him into the right motions. âSlow and easy. Thatâs right. Keep those pretty eyes open so Alpha can see, yeah?â Bucky nods, his pleasure-pained face and desperation for Steve's guidance just about the sweetest, most erotic thing Steveâs ever seen. He nods along encouragingly with Bucky. âGood boy. That's it. Look right at me while you make us feel so good.â
Bucky does, sitting back the way that Steveâs positioned him and learning to roll his hips in that slow, luxurious grind that feels absolutely exquisite. Heâs able to keep at it that way for a long while, too, before his breathing eventually starts to pick up, getting heavier and faster, his face and chest gorgeously flushed. The wet sounds of all his slick are more intense, and Steve can tell from the scent of him, from the feeling of his cunt tightening and rippling around his dick, that heâs close to his second orgasm. Steve clenches his jaw and digs his heels into the sheets so he can fuck up against Bucky's grinding. He can feel his knot pulsing, about to swell. âBaby,â he grits out. âMâclose.â
âSteve.â
âIâm gonna knot you,â he gasps. âBuck, oh, Iâm gonna.â
Itâs the first time heâs ever not asked it as a question, but he doesnât have to worry about consent, because Bucky makes it immediately clear that Steveâs knot is exactly what he wants. âFuck yeah,â he whines, face crumpling and both of his hands shooting forward to brace on Steveâs chest again. He grinds harder, faster, more desperately like heâd done in the beginning, and this time Steve lets him. He curses and wraps his arms around Buckyâs back when the boy collapses onto him. His knot pops, and Bucky wails and comes.
Steve shouts as he starts to come, too, his balls pulling up tight and his focus narrowing down to nothing but the point where their bodies are joined. God, it feels so good, so good, sofuckinggood. His hips rut mindlessly against their tie and he clutches onto Bucky, muffling his moans in the omegaâs neck. He gasps and has to force his mouth away from Buckyâs bonding glands at the last second, when he realizes what heâs aiming for. He pants into the top of his shoulder instead as he comes. He loses track of space and time for that first, excruciating minute of his orgasm, and then flows back into himself for the heavenly three or four minutes of languorous pleasure that follow.
Meanwhile, Bucky pants and grinds himself out to at least one more climax, then collapses on Steveâs chest in sweaty exhaustion. "Oh. Oh, god."
Steve moans and wraps his arms fully around Bucky's waist, hugging their bodies tightly together while his balls keep emptying. "Hmmm," he sighs blissfully, eyes closed and nose buried in Bucky's hair. "'Mega."
Bucky whimpers a little and squirms on his knot, repeating his name in a tired, whispered slur, again and again, right against Steveâs left pec: âSteve, Ssteve ⊠mmm, Ssteeve.â
Steve kisses the top of Buckyâs head and hums some more. He thinks he mumbles something in the general vicinity of, âLuv you,â before he drifts off to sleep, his cock still buried deep and his omegaâs adoring, sated whispers still ringing in his ears.
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BTW Iâve noticed that in a lot of the books and fics Iâve read about accidental pregnancies, itâs usually the woman who ends up moving in with the man. To shake things up a bit, Iâm going to make Eren the one who moves in with Mikasa. Honestly, I think it makes sense for a few reasons: first, Mikasa probably has more money than him, and second, sheâs already a successful woman. So, yeah, heâll be the one adjusting to her world, not the other way around. Hehehe.
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Oh Baby - AutumnFWoods - E, 16 chapters - Heâd already removed her dress, leaving her naked, whist he was still fully clothed. âAlways knew youâd be under me, one day.â He smirked, âgods Iâm going to have you screaming.â Hermione gasped out, feeling his lips on her neck. Or After a bad break up, Hermione leaves a one night stand, with more than she expected.
#author: AutumnFWoods#smut#one night stand#pro lucius#lavender#pansy#blaise#ginny#anti ron#hermione and ginny#draco and blaise#secret feelings#accidental pregnancy#draco: quidditch player#pregnancy#cormac#oliver wood#goyle#au
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accidental pregnancy!au with patrick
iâll write an introduction blurb later bc this is all i can think about-
being so so horny n needy during your second trimesterâŠ
patrick is on the road and you just feelâŠdifferent. like everything is turning you on, more than usual. youâre so, so wet and needy all the time now.
looking at pictures of him on your phone, using your vibrator on your fucking aching clit, and shocking yourself when an intense orgasm washes over you in thirty secondsâŠ
having to get off multiple times a day just to ease the constant ache.
âpat, i canât wait until you get homeâŠâ you say over the phone. âiâm so needy, so so desperate for you. need your big dick to fill me up, nothing else feels the same,â you practically cry to him. while fucking yourself with a dildo.
âfuuuck, baby girl. itâs driving me crazy that i canât be there right now, making that pretty pussy full and satisfied.â
youâre whimpering, legs starting to shake as you gasp, âp-patrick, I cum so quick now. Itâs the hormones, âm so sensitive, I-I think iâm gonnaââ
he let out a loud groan and you could hear him fisting his cock. âgo on, baby, cum for me. need to hear my girl fucking cum.â
when he finally came home you pretty much jumped each other.
a few bounces on his dick and you were already cumming. he fucking railed you, ate you out, sucked your tits until you couldnât take it anymore. you lost count of how many orgasms you had but each one didnât take long.
youâd be fucking when you woke up, in the shower, after lunch, before bed, etc
not being able to walk!
tldr patrick would be fucking obsessed with his needy pregnant girl and satisfying her.
#this was way longer than i meant it to be oops#hehe#i aplogise#but my mind is fuzzy thinking ab this#challengers#patrick zweig#accidental pregnancy!au
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He doesn't touch the stick.
He leaves in to stew in the sink as he sits hunched over the toilet, with the lid closed. He wants it to think about what it's done. It's dead silent in the bath, save for the rapid-rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his heels against the light green bathroom tiles. He has his lips pursed thinly and pressed against his hands steepled in thought. Thinking, spiralling, catastrophizing. He was too old for this. Why was he feeling this way? God knows this isn't even his first turn around the rodeo. He's probably mixing his metaphors.
He lets himself think about semi-phones and allegories as he brings himself to his feet again, so he can stare down the bowl of the sink, where he'd last dropped the recalcritant stick and it's damning results, staring up at him like a starving stray.
Heinz looks down, and stares, he doesn't touch it. It's damned little digital screen does not change. Simple black pixels on a backlit screen the colour of parchment.
Pregnant.
Heinz inhales deeply, and hunches further, metal fingers curling around the edges of the sink bowl. Suddenly he was all of 30 again, unmated and unwed, breaking down in the cramped bathroom of a ramshackle studio apartment in downtown Danville he rents with the money he barely earns from a failing bratwurst stand.
Pregnant with his best friend's baby. Jesus christ. He was too old to make the same mistakes, yet here he was now.
And he had no reason to believe it was going to turn out as well now as it had then.
#perryshmirtz#ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY PROMPT YAYYYYYY#choice of fic#the wind blew all their clothes off and he tripped and fell on Perry's dick whoopsie#once is a mistake twice is a coincidence Heinz......#somebody get this man some birth control. hes 48.#omega Heinz#alpha Perry#HELL YEAH BABY I BEEN WAITING TO WRITE THOSE TAGS#AU where Heinz was the one who conceived Vanessa yayyyyy#girldad
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That A/B/O idea with the accidental pregnancy ohhhhh my god I would eat that up the idea especially with heavy angst would be so chefs kiss amazing! Loved the bit you shared <3
Thank youuuu! Always loved writing a/b/o and there's a lack of Omega Eddie content in our fandom tbh. Really looking forward to write that heavy angst too because I usually go for fluff đ
#dagger answers asks#answered asks#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#dagger writes buddie#accidental pregnancy buddie au
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Blueberries & Chocolate Chips - 10

AN: Anymore on edge after how the last chapter ended? đ¶
And once again BIIIIG thanks to @theoppositequeens for beta-reading and being the best suppport I could wish for. đ„°
Taglist (If you want on or off just let me know. đ): @jurassicworldisbetter @b3anieperson
Read on AO3 or here. All chapters are links in my Empyrean Fanfiction Masterpost. đ„°
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"Here you go, sir."
"Thanks," Xaden grunted, nodding at the bar keeper as he handed Xaden the towel-wrapped ice then winced as he held the cool bundle to his bruised knuckles. His punch had been well executed, nothing broken on his side and no split skin, either. That didn't mean his hand didn't sting, thoughâhe hadn't pulled that punch in the slightest, after all. But despite the mild discomfort of that pain⊠Xaden didn't regret hitting Halden.
Not.
One.
Bit.
That asshole deserved his broken nose, deserved so much more. And not just for all the vile things he'd said about Violet.
Over and over, the scene from earlier flickered through Xadenâs mind. And every time, Tauriâs words made him sick to the stomach, too.
He loathed to think about what conditions Tauri might have wanted to force on Violet, what he undoubtedly did to other women.
How heâd groped Violetâs breast, as if she belonged to him.
And that phrase. Sugar daddy. Fuck⊠No wonder Violet had been so against him giving her gifts. And given Tauriâs last comments about putting up with Violetâs and her âexquisiteâ tastes? Xaden scoffed. He had no doubt that Tauri had made her feel like that during their time together, too.
Xaden just hoped that⊠that she knew that wasnât why he wanted to spoil her. And that he didnât expect to ever have had enough of her.
But yeah⊠He couldnât blame Violet for actually getting sick, just wished he could do more than merely ask Eya to look after her.
His eyes flickered towards the large entrance to the main hall, to where the restrooms lay. She had been in there for nearly twenty minutes already, and not being able to do anything but wait was driving him a little insane.
"Oh, wow," came a female voice from his right. "I couldn't quite believe it when I heard the rumours, but look who deigned to bless us with his presence."
Despite his worries about Violet, a smile tugged at Xaden's lips as he turned towards the newcomer. "Hey, Syrena."
Syrena snorted. "That's all? The first time we see each other in years, and all I get is a 'hey'?"
Xaden regarded her with a raised eyebrow. With her glossy black hair cut into an elegant pixie style against her fair skin, Syrena Cordella was a true beauty. But with growing up in close proximity thanks to their parents being friends, he'd never seen her as anything but an older sister. Which only had made it twice as weird when everyone had tried to pair him up with her little sister, and that was before Cat had turned out to be completely unhinged.
"Since when are you one for empty pleasantries?" Xaden asked, putting aside the by now dripping towel. "Besides, what do you want me to say? You must have already heard about what happened." This was part of why he'd always liked her. That, despite the environment they'd grown up in, she was always honest, sometimes even brutally so.
Laughing quietly, Syrena nodded. "Yeah, I heard. Seems like I missed all the action. Too bad, I would have loved to watch Halden getting what he deserves. Although, I'm surprised that the rumours seem to be true on every point." She nodded at his aching hand. "You really hit him?"
A grim smile of satisfaction tugged at the corners of Xaden's mouth. "I did. And, fuck, did it feel good to do it."
Syrena huffed. "Yeah, I don't doubt that. And I'm sure Sloane will be happy to read about it tomorrow, too. ButâŠ"
"But what?" Xaden demanded. "He more than deserved it." For what he'd done to Violet during their 'relationship' and for all the vile things he'd said today, but also for so many other things. For how he'd treated Sloane and countless other women over the years. The list was endless.
But Syrena just sighed. "I know. I'm not judging here. If anything, I came to congratulate you. But I still thought you were more prudent than to let yourself go like that. I thought you always tried to avoidany headlines, and now you're causing them?"
"I didn't cause anything," Xaden growled. "Halden's the one who, once again, refused to take no for an answer, and there were enough people around to see and hear what he did. Everyone knows what happened."
"Yeah. Except we both know that's not how it works." Syrena sat down on the stool next to him and waved to the bartender to bring her a drink. "Halden provides the gossip reporters with an endless stream of juicy headlines. For that alone, they like him far more than they like you. And he's not the one who started getting violent, is he?"
Xaden gritted his teeth. That last point was debatable, given how heâd touched Violet against her will. But this was exactly why he hated being a part of the so-called high society. The truth never mattered, only pretence and appearances. "Well, then I guess I'll be the bad guy in this," he muttered. "Because I won't apologise."
Syrena laughed, short but real. "Yeah, I didn't think you would. Just wanted you to be prepared for the attention you might get."
Xaden grimaced. Syrena was right about that. Maybe he should make a few phone calls tonight, see if he could at least give a statement to limit the speculations. Even as he hated playing by their rules.
"But since we're on the topic of apologiesâŠâ Syrena went on, unaware of his train of thoughts. She nodded in thanks at the bartender as he placed a whisky on the rocks in front of her, then took a careful sip. âI'm sorry to be the bringer of bad news, butâ"
"Then don't," Xaden interrupted her. He could only think of one topic Syrena would approach him with, and it was not one he wanted to deal with tonight.
Syrena fell quiet but didn't cower either, just took another sip and waited.
Sighing, Xaden let his shoulders slump. "What did she do?"
"Nothing," Syrena said, swirling the drink in her glass. "Yet. But she's here."
"Fuck," Xaden hissed through gritted teeth. "I told her she's not welcome in Aretia anymore."
Syrena nodded, sagely. "You did. But she insisted that this gala, this biggest event for years to come, was not something she could miss. And given that you don't hold any real power, as you keep insisting on, you can't actually forbid her from entering the city proper. I'm surprised she stuck to your instructions for this long as it is."
Xaden let out a low curse and tightly clenched his fists, letting the sting in his knuckles ground him. "Well, tell her to stay away from me if she knows what's good for her. I might not be able to get her banned, but that doesn't mean I couldn't make her life here harder than she likes. This event is already more 'eventful' than I expected, I don't really need any other surprises, especially not from her."
Syrena's lips tightened into a grimace and she nodded. "I'll let her know. Let's hope she uses her common sense for once."
Xaden suppressed a scoff. Now, wouldn't that be a first? But instead of giving Syrena a reply, his head turned up in reflex, as if someone had called his name, his gaze flying directly to where Eya and Violet were just entering the main hall again.
Sometimes, he wondered what it was. What made him know instantly when she was close, when she entered a room, what made his body, his entire being react so strongly to her. But at that moment, the answer seemed incredibly obvious.
Violet was like a vision, like a shining star amidst his gloomy thoughts.
Her dress had been beautiful when she'd put it on earlier. But here, in the dim flickering light of a thousand 'candles', the translucent fabric seemed to take on a life of its own. Like a cloud of shadows that swirled around her, covering just enough to be decent, and with the blue and green threads flickering like lightning or sparks of woven magic. And he didnât even want to get started on her hair, those mesmerising silver blades, where it was flowing around her like a waterfall, giving her an ethereal look, wild and untamed.
The answer to why she had this effect on him had to be that she wasn't real, that she was like a creature from a fairytale. That she was the manifestation of everything he hadn't even known he wanted. That there was a bond between them, her magic calling to him.
And maybe he'd taken a hit to the head, after all, if that was where his thoughts were wandering now. But, fuck, he didn't mind. Not when her gaze was flickering through the entire room to find him, too.
"Thanks for the warning, Syrena," he muttered as he stood up without taking his eyes off Violet. "But you'll have to excuse me now."
Syrena stood as well, her eyes following his. "So that's her? The woman you're throwing all your principals and rules overboard for?" She didn't sound condescending like others might have at those words, only openly curious. "She must be special."
Xaden's features softened, and he threw Syrena a small smile. "Yeah, she is."
He squeezed her shoulder in parting, then hurried over to where Violet looked a bit lost next to Eya, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
"Hey," he said, his hand coming to rest on her upper arm, to hold her if she needed the contact. "Is everything okay again? Are you feeling better?"
Beneath his touch, Violet tensed. Her knuckles turned white with how tightly she clung to her clutch as she tilted her head up to look at him without truly meeting his eyes. "Yeah," she said with a smile he didn't believe for even a heartbeat. "Yeah, I'm fine."
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If there was one thing Xaden knew then it was that Violet was not fine.
She was paler than before, visible to him even in the flickering golden light of the false candles and with the fresh layer of make-up she'd put on. She was tense, too, not as open and relaxed as before, even though she put up a good act and seemed to fool everyone else. But Soleil and the others didn't know her as well as he did, couldn't see that her smiles and laughter were entirely fake.
"Can I say I want to applaud you?" Masen gushed as they returned to their earlier table and, of course, talked about what happened with Tauri. "I only saw it from afar, but the way you hit him with your elbow and then used your heel? Fucking fantastic. And good thinking, too."
Violet grinned, even though it didn't truly reach her eyes. "I always wanted to try that, ever since watching Miss Congeniality as a teen. And this seemed like the perfect opportunity."
"Indeed it was," Soleil nodded, chuckling. "But in that case, it's a shame you only got to perform half of it. And while it's great Riorson took over for a bit, I'm truly disappointed you two left out the G of the S.I.N.G.-ing of all things. Now, that would have been satisfying to watch."
They all laughed, but while that was a statement Xaden couldn't agree more with, the satisfaction of imagining Tauri getting a good kick in the groin still fell flat against how hollow Violet's laughter sounded. As if she was nothing but a shell, her true self not really here.
Unable to keep his distance, Xaden leaned a bit closer, his arm brushing against hers. "Are you sure everything is okay?" he murmured, his chest tight with concern. "We can leave, you know? I made my appearance and gave my speech. Nothing's keeping us if you don't want to stay any longer."
Violet took a shaky breath and gave him a small smileâa little warmer than those before, but still not enough to fool him. "Yes, I'm okay," she replied, even as she drew back from him ever so slightly. "And I don't mind staying a bit longer. Enjoying the company, the atmosphere. Showing Halden that he didn't affect me."
Yeah, sure, he fucking didn't. Xaden gritted his teeth as he contemplated looking for Tauri and kicking him in the balls, after all. But it didn't seem to be what Violet wanted, so he stayed. Funny how that was the only thing keeping him back, though. Syrena had been right, he was ready to throw all his carefully constructed rules overboard when it came to Violet, and he didn't regret it even one bit.
But is that it?
Grimacing, Xaden tried to ignore the tiny voice in the back of his head. Ignored how, directly after the assault, Violet had sought his closeness without hesitation. How she'd only drawn back after he'd punched Tauri and now seemed to avoid him.
Swallowing, he placed his hand next to hers on the table, relieved when she didn't pull away. "Okay. But if you change your mind, let me know, alright?"
This time, there was a flicker of a true smile in her eyes as she looked at him, and it felt like the first time he could fucking breathe again since she'd hurtled away earlier.
"I will."
Trying not to hyperventilate, Xaden nodded. "Okay. And in the meantime, is there something you want me to get for you? Maybe a drink after all, to calm the nerves?"
Violet's smile turned into a grimace, albeit an amused one, her hand fluttering down over her stomach. "No, I don't think that would be a good idea," she chuckled weakly. "Something more soothing would probably be better. A ginger ale, maybe? Or I think I saw someone with a ginger lemonade earlier."
"Sure," Xaden nodded. Ginger was known to help with upset stomachs. "That's a good idea. I'll see what I can find for you."
He brushed his pinkie finger against hers but didn't linger to see how she reacted. They'd have to talk about what happened, but this was not the right place for that conversation.
It took Xaden a few minutes to locate where to get the ginger lemonade, not at the main bar but at a separate one where they served less modern drinks such as historical recipes and homemade lemonades. But at least his cold expression along with the spreading news about their encounter with Tauri seemed to keep most people from approaching him.
However, when he finally returned to their table, Violet was nowhere to be seen anymore.
A sinking feeling settled low in his chest as he looked around, foolishly hoping his eyes had just skipped over her. As if he couldn't feel that she wasn't there. But her clutch was gone, too. Did she⊠leave?
"Did Violet say where she went?" he asked, trying to sound as casual as he could. It wasn't that she couldn't go wherever she wanted, but⊠Shit, he didn't quite know where they stood at the moment.
Eya and Soleil looked around in confusion. "Uhm, I don't know?" Soleil said with a puzzled expression, swaying a little on her feet. "I didn't even notice that she left."
"She wanted to get some fresh air," Masen said, and Eya nodded at the large glass doors on one side of the hall.
"I think she went out into the gardens."
"I see." Xaden's head turned in that direction, dread settling in his stomach like lead. Violet was allowed to get some space if that was what she needed. And she was well able to look after herself, she'd already proven that once tonight. So there really was no reason for him to follow her directlyâif she'd wanted his company, she could have waited for him.
And yet, he couldn't keep the dread in his stomach from growing even heavier. He'd give her ten minutes, he decided. Ten minutes, then he would go after her, make sure that she was alright.
Or maybe make that fiveâŠ
Those five minutes seemed to stretch into an eternity already. With his fingers drumming restlessly onto the table, Xaden truly tried to pay attention to the story Eya was telling. But he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering to those glass doors, checking whether she was returning. Whether there was any visible commotion outside.
"I'll go and see what Violet's doing," he eventually announced once the time he'd set for himself was finally up. The ice in her lemonade had entirely melted by now.
Ignoring the insinuating looks his friends sharedâand everyone else who tried to talk to him, tooâXaden strode through the hall and out into the gardens. They were beautifully cared for, he knew, with some of the large rhododendron bushes being over a century old. But even with how they were tastefully lit by countless lanterns hidden in the foliage, he couldn't spare the pretty ambience any mind, not when that feeling in his guts told him that something was off.
Xaden took two steps at a time as he walked down the stairs, leaving the terrace behind him, and strode down one of the convoluted paths. Only following his instincts.
It didn't take long until he heard her. Or rather⊠them.
"Leave me alone!"
That was Violet's voice, but it was thick and choked. As if she'd been crying.
"Only if you leave him alone," another female voice hissed, and a sensation like ice slid down Xaden's mind, making him go numb. Oh, fuckâŠ
"Get it into your stupid little head. You're nothing, not even a real woman. Just a convenient hole to fuck. He'll come back to me once he's had his fun, you'll see. Sooner or later, he'll realise what it is he wants, what he needs. And that's certainly not a cripple like you."
Xaden could see them then, too. Violet was stumbling down the path in his direction, her arms wrapped tightly around herself and one hand wiping at her eyes. A string of low sobs and whimpers came from her chest, breaking something inside him, too. And behind her, following her and not once pausing in her mad rant wasâŠ
Taking a step forward, Xaden placed himself in their way, right into a spot of light from one of the hidden lanterns. It made both women pause in their steps, their expressions of shock and surprise so eerily opposite that it might have made him laugh if the situation was any different.
"What are you doing here, Cat?" His voice was cold as ice, his face unmoving.
Cat crossed her arms in front of her, her lips tensing with determination. "I'm making sure your little plaything learns her place," she spat. "Because she's delusional if she actually thinks you're serious about her. If you still need to sow your wild oats a bit, fine. Have your fun. But you and I know that you'll come crawling back to me once you've grown up and realise that she can't give you what you always wanted. She can't give you a family."
Another sob tore itself from Violet's chest, and she made another stumbling step. Away from Cat but not exactly in his direction, either.
"The only delusional one out here is you, Cat," he said through gritted teeth, slowly walking closer. "I don't want a family, and I certainly don't want you. The only one I want is Violet. Now, fuck off before I forget myself. I don't want to see you again, Catriona. Not ever."
Scoffing, Cat shook her head and despite the dim light out here, Xaden was sure she was rolling her eyes at him. "You're pathetic," she sneered. "Don't wait too long before you come crawling back to me, or I might change my mind, after all."
Please do, a small voice in the back of his head laughed, humourlessly, but Xaden didn't pay it any mind, just like he didn't spare one more glance at Cat as she stalked off into the gardens. Instead, all his attention was on Violet now where she stood a little off in a shadowy spot, her arms still wrapped so tightly around her as if she had to actively keep herself from falling apart. And if he wasn't mistaken, she was shaking like a leaf.
"Violet?" His voice was low, calm, and he took a careful step in her direction with his hands raised. As if approaching a scared animal. "Violet, are you okay? Did⊠did she harm you somehow?"
Violet took a hitching breath but shook her head. So there was that, at least. Her breathing didn't calm down, though, only grew quicker and shallower with every passing second. Her eyes, red-rimmed and swollen, flickered to meet his for a heartbeat, her lips forming his nameâbefore she swayed and fell right into his arms.
"Fuck!" Xaden cursed but easily caught her, her body so light that gently lowering her to the ground took no effort at all. "Violet?
Shit, what was happening? What had Cat done to her before heâd found them? Or was Violet getting ill? Quickly, he checked her temperatureâmaybe a little higher than normal, but not alarmingâand her pulseâit was racing. Dehydration, maybe? Or just an after effect of being sick? Hopefully just that. He couldnâtâ
âViolet, please,â he urged, lightly patting her face in the hope of getting a reaction. He would not let his thoughts spiral into panic. âViolet, can you hear me?"
Violet groaned, her head moving where it rested against his shoulder. At least she wasn't out completely. With his free hand, Xaden caressed over her face until only moments later, she stirred again.
"Uh, w-what?" she mumbled, her eyes fluttering.
"You fainted," Xaden explained in as calm a voice as he could muster, even though he felt anything but calm. "Did Cat do something to you? Give you something or whatever?"
Violet frowned, as if trying to remember, then she shook her head. "No," she whispered. "She didn't harm me. I'm fine."
Xaden scoffed, his arms tightening around her. "Love, if there's one thing you're not then it's 'fine'. What happened?"
Violet was still for a moment, then shrugged. "I⊠just felt dizzy. Maybe it was all a bit much."
That wasnât really what heâd meant. But if she didnât want to talk about Cat right now, he couldnât really blame her. Besides, âit all being a bit muchâ was probably the understatement of the year. First Halden and then Cat, the worst that could have happened tonight.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured, his head dropping to rest against hers. "I didn't think Cat would show up to this gala, only learned that she came at all about an hour ago. I'm sorry I didn't warn you. But what did she tell you? You know that none of what she just said was the truth, right?"
Surely, Violet would know better, especially with what he'd already told her about Cat⊠right?
Violet let out a teary little laugh and nodded. "Oh, yeah, don't worry. I think she's even more unhinged than you made her out to be." Her lips tightened, though.
"Yeah, she isâŠ" Nothing else to say to that, after all. "But come, let's get you inside. And something to drink? Can you walk or should I carry you?"
Violet grimaced, but with Xaden's help she made it back onto her own feet. "I think I can walk," she whispered, even though she held on tight to Xaden's arm. "But⊠I don't want to go back in there. I⊠I want to leave."
Xaden nodded. He couldn't very well blame her. "Okay."
Knowing his way around the City Hall well, Xaden led them towards a service entrance and through a row of corridors where they wouldn't encounter any of the elegant guests up in the main hall.
"Mr Riorson!" a young man in a waiter's uniform approached them. "Is anything the matter? Do you need something?" His gaze flickered from Xaden to Violet who was still noticeably pale, concern clear on his face.
"No, we don't need anything, thank you," Xaden replied, but then he made the man pause, after all. "But could you look for Soleil Terely or Masen Sanborn? Tell them that we left?"
"Of course, sir." The man hurried away, and Xaden hoped the hefty tip heâd pushed into the manâs hand as thanks would be enough to keep him from gossiping too much.
Xaden led Violet on through the maze of corridors until they'd reached the basement garage and his car. After helping her into her seat, Xaden crouched down next to her. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again. "Maybe some water for the circulation? Or do you want me to bring you to a doctor?" He just couldn't help it, couldn't help worrying over her. This night had shaken him to the core, too. Reminded him of why he hadn't wanted to come in the first place. Some of these people were justâŠ
But Violet just shook her head, her lips yet again in that not-quite-right smile. "No, it's okay," she murmured without meeting his eyes. "I'm already feeling better again. I just⊠I just want to go home."
Xaden nodded, grimacing. "I'm sorry." He never should have brought her here.
The drive back to Violet's flat was a quiet one. Xaden didn't know what to say except for another apology or inquiring after her well-being again, and both seemed stupid. He'd fucked up, and only time would tell how much the reality of this part of his life had truly shocked her. Whether it was something she could live with.
When he parked in front of her building, he found that Violet had already taken off every piece of jewellery he'd given her earlier and was holding them out for him.
"Thank you for these," she murmured, again with her eyes lowered. "They⊠they were truly beautiful."
Taking them, Xaden just nodded, mutely. He'd wanted to show her how much she meant to him. Wanted to make it clear that she wasn't just anyone to him, that he was serious about their relationship. But in hindsight, he felt like all these jewels had done was putting an even larger target on her. Because whatever gossip news the morning would bring, he wouldn't be the only one to bear the brunt of it. Hopefully, Violet stuck to her habit of not paying attention to those headlines.
Well, at least Masen had been happy to see them.
"Do you want me to come upstairs with you?" Xaden asked, even though he was sure he knew the answer already. She hadn't given him the jewels to simply stow them away in the car for the night.
Violet took a shaky breath, her shoulders curving in on herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I know we had other plans. But⊠no. I need⊠I think I need some time alone tonight."
Swallowing, Xaden nodded. He'd expected as much. "That's okay, no need to apologise." He gave her a smile he hoped was reassuring. "And whatever you need, just call, okay? Whenever, too. Even just to talk, orâŠ" He shrugged. He just wanted her to know that⊠that he would give her all the support she needed.
"Yeah," she said as she opened her door. "I will."
Letting her leave the car felt horrible, like the worst thing he could do. Yet at the same time, there was nothing he could do or say to change it, nothing that wouldn't disrespect her wishes.
"Violet?" he called after her before she could close the door. It was enough to make her pause, to look at him, and the turmoil in her eyes nearly tore him apart. "I love you."
Violet's lips twitched into a sad little smile, her eyes turning glassy. "I love you, too."
Then she let the door fall closed.
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AN: Before anyone asks... That thing between Halden and Sloane is not something thatâs going to play any role. It just happened, and is part of why Xaden hates him so much. Basically, theyâd slept together a few years ago, before Halden built his âreputationâ, then Halden bragged about it publically, that heâd had sex with âRiorsonâs little sisterâ.
Furthermore, today is the last day of school before the Easter holidays here. That means that, for the next two weeks, Iâll be a full-time mum and wonât have as much time to write, if any at all. I hope I can get out another chapter or two, but be prepared to maybe need a little more patience. Sorry! đ
But isn't it so cute how worried Xaden is for her? đ (Also, you remember how I said I hate misunderstandings that could so easily be solved by just one simple conversation? I stand by that. But this? It's not just going to be a 'simple' conversation, if you get me? đ¶)
#Riorgail#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#violet and xaden#fanfiction#modern au#accidental pregnancy#the empyrean
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Pierre
Pierre Gasly x OC
a.n. okay, so i usually don't have a thing for pierre but for some reason i felt inspired? probably because i was listening to the song pierre by ryn weaver. enjoy! (a heads up that the timeline for the F1 season is off, but it's for the plot, promise)
a.n. II : thoughts on a second part to this? i just wanted to get this out and feel out if there's any interest...
song lyrics are bold & italic
may 2023

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this.is.diana took on the fourth of july, i met a man, pierre, lied about his age, but i didn't care, spoke in broken english but the heart was there a little too seriously
maeve.mcd i- di what did you do
this.is.diana *who did i do is the better question
this.is.diana and yeah i don't have an answer for that
maeve.mcd live, love, miami, florida?
f1fan pierre? miami? hmm...
"Di, it's not that bad, I pro-"
"Mae, my love, I was stupid enough to have sex with a stranger named Pierre and now I haven't had my period in 2 months," I can't help but remind, head in my hands. "And now I'm sitting here on the edge of the tub waiting for a timer to go off."
"Okay, so it is bad," She admits, leaning over from where she sits next to me, wrapping me in her arms. "But no matter the result, you have me. And your mom. And we will do everything we can to find this Pierre man on the little info you have," She assures, bringing on the tears.
"I hate you."
"I love you too," She returns, the ringer going off and ruining our moment.
"What's it say?" I can't help but ask upon hearing her silence.
"Looks like you're going to be a hot mom earlier than expected, Di."
september 2023

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this.is.diana woke up with somebody when the morning came back in july, and now i can happily announce that i am expecting a mini me in february 2024!
in the mean time, if anyone knows a man named pierre, says he's 22 but is actually 26, french, with blue eyes and was in miami in may, please dm me, I just want to talk :)
maeve.mcd my gorgeous gorgeous best friend and adorable god child bump
this.is.diana i love you so much
f1fan okay this may be a stretch but i saw your post in may and now i'm seeing this one and formula one raced in miami in may and there's a French driver named pierregasly
this.is.diana just looked at his page, thank you for the info sweetie!
f1fan anytime! hope this helps and congrats on your baby!
unknown is calling: accept call or decline call?
#pierre gasly#the writing of spencer rose#original character#formula 1#accidental pregnancy#f1 fanfiction#f1 social media au#pierre by ryn weaver#pierre gasly x oc#pierre gasly one shot
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Happy birthday, @invisibleraven!
Have a page of Rulie's scrapbook in the Mildly Cracky Soulmate Tattoo AU you created.
#julie and the phantoms#soulmate au#reggiexulie#reggie peters#julie molina#happy birthday bethany!#I made a thing#I accidentally stayed up untill 3.30 am making this one night#I'm sure Julie has nicer handwriting than my cursive lol#julie found out she was pregnant at that show#or at least realised random throwing up + I missed my period = I need to buy a pregnancy test#the boys were having hotdog related flashbacks lol
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