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obsessivecreechur · 1 year

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random thing i thought of and wanted to write part 5

galactic wants to get help from an old friend who has experience with this, but things don't completely go as planned

Galactic let out a groan as the pain got worse, again. This was hell, he wanted it to end, already. It seemed the baby did, as well, as their kicking got a bit less scarce over the past hour and a half. Why did Diman have to live so far away? Why couldn't that scaly bastard just get here, already...? As much as Galactic thought these things, he knew they wouldn't help. He took a deep breath, and got up, hoping he could walk off some of the pain... Danse had gone downstairs, giving him some time alone, as per his own request. He needed to think.

He whimpered, nearly doubling over in agony, as his middle contracted, once again. These were getting really close together, now, and all he could do was close his eyes and let his hands curl into fists to try and get through the pain. He continued walking, just kind of pacing the room, hoping his pain could just stop. He knew that was wishful thinking, though, it was going to get a whole lot worse, before it would finally be over.

"Agh- fuck," he groaned, quietly. Was the pain getting even more frequent...? He debated getting Danse, not knowing if things were escalating, or not... but he didn't have to be unsure for very long, as his water broke. He gasped, struggling to keep himself balanced, acknowledging the sudden and strange thing that just happened. "Uh... s-shit... uhh," he muttered as he attempted to collect his thoughts and ignore the panic beginning to overwhelm his mind as he went back to bed.

He tried to get comfy, breathing shakily as his body prepared to deliver this baby. He had to hold out a bit longer, Diman wasn't here, yet... There was nobody here who could help him. He whimpered as the pain got worse, again, the contractions seeming harsher by the minute. He reclined in bed, pillows supporting his upper back and head as he anxiously rubbed his middle. His baby kicked slightly... It was nice to know the kid was okay, but the movement was really only making the pain worse...

"Calm down, little one," he muttered, "please, I must hold out a bit longer, there's nobody here who knows what to do, and I..." He trailed off as another contraction hit him, making him practically whine in pain and making his breathing faster. Once the contraction ended, he... realized he was getting the urge to push. Uh oh... That couldn't be good, right...? He could ignore it. He had to, he didn't want to do this alone, nor did he want to do this without someone who knew what to do...

Sadly, it seemed his body had other plans. The next contraction hit and he gasped in surprise and pain, stifling a cry as his baby began moving down. "No," he whimpered, "no, no, no, no- fuck...!!" His body was working against him, at this point. He tried to call out for help, but he was practically incoherent, the overwhelming panic making it sort of hard to even say anything. With every contraction, his baby moved down more... and soon enough, he couldn't ignore the urge to push if he wanted to...

Around 20 minutes later, Danse came up to check on his love, and got... nervous, hearing sobbing. "Galactic?" he said, knocking on the door, "Are you okay...?" ... No response... "Do you need anything?" The sobbing ceases, for a moment. "... Galactic...?" Danse is about to open the door, when Galactic suddenly lets out a short, pained cry. Extremely worried, now, Danse nearly accidentally breaks the door off its hinges, and is left completely and utterly shocked at the sight.

"Hh... hhey, Danse," Galactic weakly mutters, taking their wailing newborn into his arms and starting to wrap her in a blanket. "S-sorry, she... didn't want to wait any longer," he chuckled, as if he wasn't currently feeling as though he'd been cut into with a chainsaw. Danse carefully walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. A tiny, now peaceful being was in Galactic's arms. She'd seemed to have calmed down, being snuggled up to the warmth of one of her parents. She had Danse's hair - or, at least, the hair he'd had before he got his new body - and she had splotches of blue around her skin... probably from Galactic. And she... glowed, a little...

Danse laughed, a little. "I guess the glowing is just from being part spirit, huh," he said, only half-jokingly. "Well, it could be from... whatever I am," Galactic said. Even when he was in severe pain, he still had a slightly sassy tone of voice. Danse suddenly paused, before getting this horrified look. "Wait, holy shit, are you okay?! Do I need to get you to a hospital?!" he asked frantically. "Danse," Galactic began, catching his attention, "I'm okay. I... just need some rest. Alright...? It was... horifically painful, b-but... It's over, now. There were... surprisingly, no complications, i-in fact, I feel as though that... should've been much more difficult... I-I'm alright, now..."

Danse looked at him, for a long moment, and sighed. "Lord, alright," he said, "should I tell Diman nevermind, then?" "Yes, please... and take care of our daughter, for a bit... I need sleep..." Galactic muttered, practically all of his energy completely drained. Danse nodded, taking their daughter, and allowing Galactic to pass the fuck out. He went and called Diman and explained the situation. Diman understood, and explained that he didn't think he'd make it in time, anyway.

After that, Danse focused on taking his new daughter to the nursery he and Galactic had built. It had a space theme, and in their opinions, it turned out really well. He made sure she was fed, and then put her to bed, taking time, while she was asleep, to think of how he was going to introduce her to her brothers. As he gently rocked her to sleep, he sighed, a little. "I'm sure your brothers will love you, little Nebulae." Nebulae... that was a name he'd definitely have to pitch to Galactic.

[this marks the end of galactic's first pregnancy, and i suppose there's no real guarantee he'll have a second, but if this series with him continues to do well, i will probably make more of him soon. hell, maybe i could get danse a bit more involved. i enjoy writing these two a lot, so an excuse to do more stuff with them, at some point, isn't something i would argue with. hope yall enjoyed this one!]

[also idk how to draw babies so i hope that drawing doesnt look too bad dafdsafd]

#tw mpreg #mpreg birth #?? kind of???#not graphic but yknow it's there so #mpreg #mpreg labor #mpreg oc #mpreg fic #mpreg art #male pregnancy #not a kink

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youarestellarverse · 2 years

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Untitled Stellarverse Fic - Jason & Appendicitis

Content warning for medical emergencies/infection/hospitals/implied child abuse. Set a day after Sweeney Todd, referenced in my latest epistolary fic (here).

"You're going to be okay," Percy soothes, squeezing Jason's clammy hand. The EMT gives him a look that makes ice crawl up his spine.

"You're in good hands," she tells Jason, pointedly. "We'll do everything we can for you."

Jason's so out of it he probably can't tell the distinction, but Percy can. They don't know if he'll be okay, and they need to manage their expectations.

Forcing the terror into the background, Percy reaches over with his free hand and brushes a strand of sweaty black hair off Jason's forehead, which is still scorching hot. The sirens wail as the ambulance speeds through the city, every bump they hit making Jason grimace and whine in pain.

He's not crying, somehow. Percy's pretty sure he'd be halfway between sobbing and screaming, if it were him strapped to a gurney with infection raging through his abdominal cavity.

He pictures Jason's asshole dad, then imagines beating him with an adult tuna and knocking him clear off his feet. There's no fucking way he didn't have something to do with it— he's actually home for the first time in weeks, and the jerk never even bothered to come to the show.

"I'm here, dude," Percy says instead of voicing his revenge fantasies, brushing another lock of hair away from Jason's pallid face. "I'm with you. It's okay."

He doesn't believe himself for a second, but it seems like Jason does. He smiles weakly, anyway, and squeezes Percy's hand with terrifyingly little pressure.

It's terrible timing on about a thousand fronts, but the most immediate right now is how much worse Jason looks with his hair still dark. It made him look pale and tired when he was still functional; now even the flush of fever looks more like livor mortis, contrasting so sharply with the black dye Thalia put in.

Fuck. Thalia. The poor woman's going to lose her shit, and honestly, Percy can't blame her.

"Do you want me to call your sister when we get there?"

They hit another pothole. Jason yelps, fingers clenching around Percy's. Percy bites the inside of his cheek, hard enough to taste blood, and doesn't flinch.

Jason nods. Percy thinks of his mother, gathers up all the good feelings that come from it, and pours them into his smile.

"I'll wait for her," he assures. The ambulance turns, slows; thank god, because if they hit another bump and Jason makes another helpless noise like that, Percy will start crying for him.

Getting out of the ambulance is a blur. The EMT has to pry their hands apart, but gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as they rush Jason through the doors.

"—sixteen year old male presenting with severe abdominal pain and high fever, suspected peritonitis—"

Percy wanders in a fugue state. He makes it to the waiting room, somehow, but can't remember the trip. He sinks on shaky legs into a chair and pulls Bessie out of his pocket.

"Dammit," he mutters, throat catching. It's not actually because of the lack of bars, and he suspects the elderly woman next to him understands as she smiles tiredly at him.

"Better outside," she tells him in a soft, high, musically-accented voice. He smiles back at her, the look in her dark eyes reminding him of his mom.

"Thank you," he tells her thickly. "And whoever you're waiting for, I hope they'll be okay."

Her expression turns grim. There's a strand of silver hair loose from her braid.

"Thank you," she replies, quiet and haunted. "Very kind. Go on."

She shoos him towards the doors. He resolves to buy her dinner, even if he has to walk half a mile for decent takeout.

First things first, though: he pages through his contacts until he gets to P, for pinecone face. He's so frazzled he doesn't even remember the stupid joke that started that nickname.

But Thalia's going to panic enough for the both of them. Percy takes a deep breath, orients himself— there's a bodega down the street, unless it's closed since he was eleven and came in to set his forearm after Gabe broke it in two places— and presses the call button.

It rings once. Thalia's voice is tense when she picks up.

"Something's wrong with Jason."

"Guess I'm not the only one who noticed him turning into a walking corpse," Percy mutters, a weak attempt at a joke. "We're at NYP. You should get here as fast as you can."

"Fuck," Thalia chokes out. Percy can hear her tearing through her apartment, the jangling of keys, a banging of doors. "I fucking knew it. He looked awful yesterday. What happened?"

"They think his appendix burst. I noticed he was sweating right before the game started, so I felt his forehead and he was burning up. I said, 'dude, you don't look so good', and he said 'I don't feel so good', which is when I started to worry."

Thalia swears again. Another door slams.

"Because if he's admitting to pain at all, he's in agony."

"Exactly," Percy mutters, rubbing at his face. "He got put in, ran about a yard and a half, collapsed and started puking, so I called 911 and here we are. He's in surgery and I'm hunting down caffeine."

"I'm leaving my apartment now. Twenty minutes. Half an hour, tops."

She hangs up without anything further. Percy closes his phone and takes a second to lean against a brick wall and try to slow down his breathing.

When he's wrestled back his control, he sets off again for the bodega. He doesn't even notice himself dialing a series of numbers he memorized years ago.

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey, Mom. I—"

His voice comes out startlingly raw. He chokes when he pictures the elderly woman in the lobby and her tired, sad face.

"Percy, what's wrong?"

Gentle, concerned, but somehow still reassuring. Percy swallows, ignoring the curious look from the bored cashier.

"Jason's in surgery," he manages. "I kept it together in the ambulance and while I was calling his sister, but—"

"—you need a break from being the strong one," his mom finishes for him.

His eyes sting. He shuts them, hard.

"I'm going to wait for him. Are you— I know it's a lot when you have an appointment too, but are you up to keeping me company later?"

"Honey, I'm pregnant, not immobile." The smile in her voice is audible, and Percy clings to it like a lifeboat. "What hospital are you at? We can head straight there after my ultrasound."

"New York Presbyterian," Percy sighs, finally feeling himself relax a little. "Does that mean you'll have pictures of my sibling?"

"By now, you might even be able to tell if you have the same nose."

"Don't I have Dad's nose?"

"Paul's is pretty similar. Green eyes, too. I guess I have a type."

Percy, for the first time in what feels like years, bursts into laughter.

"Mom, ew."

Current wordcount: ~1300?

But hey, it's something that isn't Ruby, so I'll take it.

Ping list: @perseusjackson-jasongrace, @elaborateruses 💜 (am I forgetting someone? I feel like I am...)

#wip wednesday #stellarverse #i wrote this #jercy #or pre jercy if you will

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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If this is a sensitive topic I totally understand and you don’t have to write it, but if you can, how would Uzui and his wives react to reader trying to unalive themselves upon seeing them again? Basically choosing death over being around them? Would that finally make them understand how terribly they behaved? Would it encourage them to change their ways? Bc if no they might as well just be psychos instead of yanderes

Let's set the scene:

You were probably supposedto be sleeping their room, and Uzui was away on a mission and his wives were busy with house chores. So they didn't notice you getting up and sneaking a knife away from the kitchen.

Uzui wasn't supposed to come home early, but he wanted to surprise his girls. Now imagine the moment he walks in on you holding a knife to your neck.

"Y/N!" His yell scares you, making you drop the knife as his his wives come rushing in.

You tremble as he walks towards you, and you're too afraid to look at him.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Uzui snarls, making you further cower away from him. "EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"

"I- I- I dont know- just- I didn't think-" you yelped as he grabbed you by the scruff your neck and shook you.

"You didn't think what?! That I wouldn't catch you trying to kill yourself?!" His wives gasped.at the revelation. Is that- is that why you had the knife?

You wept. "I- I'm sorry- d-dad- please-"

"Oh you will be sorry. I'll make sure of it." Uzui promised as he began dragging you out of your room and down.

Now there's 2 ways this could play out:

The first scenario is that Uzui drags you down the basement, the place where'd your gotten your first whipping. And honestly, Uzui and his wives hoped that it would've been your last. Guess not.

Uzui ties you up again, but instead of your feet this time, it's your hands that are whipped. And girl, that's like 100× more painful.

The three wives know they can't do anything to stop Uzui, so they just stay outside the basement, heart beating the more you scream. He alternates between using his leather belt and a coarse bamboo stick with thorns to flog your hands and arms.

Uzui doesn't stop whipping your hands until the skin breaks, and blood starts pouring. When he picks you up and carries you out of the basement, you're beyond exhausted, tears and sweat dripping off your body, and his wives can only watch in horror at the condition of your hands.

The wives clean you up and they try to comfort you, console you but at the same time, admonish you for trying to hurt yourself.

When they bring you upto their room, Uzui is already there with herbal medicines and bandages. He takes you from them, and you whine as he settles you in his lap, grabbing your elbows as he holds them outwards towards his wives.

They begin applying the ointments and dressings to your swollen and beaten hands, and all you can do is hiss and whimper and cry as Uzui continues to scold you for your actions.

Poor reader can't use her hands for months onwards, and having to rely on her dad and mamas for everything- eating, showering, etc. They keep an even closer eye on you now, breathing down your neck every second of the day, intentionally ignoring the way you stiffen up and cower away from them.

(Now this was the 1st scenario, the easier punishment.) The next scenario is this:

Uzui would drag you out of the house and he makes you start digging a grave. You looked to the side, and you saw he'd brought a dead body in a bag, and you realised that Uzui was gonna make you dig that guy's grave and make you bury him. Shit.

You're crying pathetically as Uzui yells at you to hurry up. Once you've dug deep enough, Uzui makes you drag the coffin from the shed and place if in the grave. You're about to bring the body as well when Uzui narrows his eyes at you and gives you another command.

"Get in the coffin."

"What?"

Uzui pushes you towards the coffin in the grave.

"Get in the fucking coffin." Hw pushes you in it when you don't move. You start wailing and trying to get out when he begins closing it on you. "Stop moving!"

"Dad- daddy, please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I won't do it again-"

"You wanted to die, didn't you? Well, here you fucking go." And with that, Uzui slammed the coffin shut and you began screaming for his forgiveness. Outside, you could hear the wives crying and begging Uzui to not do this, but he shut them up with a glare.

You began hyperventilating when you heard the dirt being thrown on the coffin- he was burying you alive!

You beg and cry for him to let you out, you cry out for your mamas to help you, but no one answers. You scratch your nails against the coffin, try to bust it open, but you can't. It's too heavy, or maybe you're just too weak.

Your voice dies down after a few hours and you realise that they've truly abandoned you. You start losing yourself, sanity starts withering away, and you become almost catatonic after accepting your fate.

Unbeknownst to you, there is a pipe connected to the coffin to supply air to you, and while you think they've abandoned you, Uzui is sitting on the porch, watching your grave. His wives wanted to sit with him too, but he knew they'd pester him to let you out, so he told them to stay inside.

After a whole day and a half, Uzui finally digs you out. You're still in your catatonia because your brain still is in survival mode of being buried alive. However, after a few hours, your brain finally realises its out of the grave and you find yourself in a cuddle pile with the wives and Uzui.

Uzui looks at you and he smiles when he sees the light back in your eyes. You're back to reality. You hug him, out of fear as you apologise for your behaviour, promising you'll be a good girl from now on. All Uzui can do is kiss your forehead and pat your hair, telling you he knows.

He knew you're angel deep down, he just need you to go through this... intense punishment to bring that sweet, submissive aura out of you.

He just hopes you've buried all your rebellion down there. If not, he might have to bury you for longer next time.

Ooh but can you imagine ghost papa Yoriichi and Mama Muzan finding out that their child was BURIED ALIVE???????

#yandere uzui #yandere uzui tengen #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #yandere tanjiro #yandere tanjiro kamado #yandere yoriichi #yandere muzan #uzui hinatsuru #kimetsu uzui #uzui tengen x reader #uzui makio

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roscgcld · 3 years

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This shit is about to hurt so please read with caution because I'm on my feels and my period which makes me a little crybaby...

Okay like I'm eating peaches and also studying geometry but... Dad!Nanami consumes my brain so much, it's the only thing I can think of!

Dad!Nanami whose voice is shaking so much and is at the verge of crying contrary to what everyone sees him as, when he sees you and his little baby girl.( I don't care what anyone says, I will always imagine that Nanami would be the girl father and an amazing one🥺🥰)

Dad!Nanami who never lets go of her and looks at her amazed. She is the copy of him, the eyes, the hair, the nose everything! Fortunately though, she at least have your personality.

Dad!Nanami who makes Gojo his daughter's godfather even though he acts like he hates him. But he respects Gojo so much and knows that if something were to happen to him, he would take care of his wife and daughter.

Gojo calling his goddaughter, his little kikufuku mochi and teaches her to hate the higher ups and gives her a little speech while she looks at him as if he grew another head and lightly slaps his nose with sparkling eyes. Gojo whines to Nanami that he is the one who encourages her to do that and even if Nanami is silent, we all know that this is true.

You know the tradition in which they put a few objects in front of the baby and the little cinnamon roll chooses one? Nanami's girl doesn't even hesitate, she doesn't care about the objects in front of her, she immediately goes to her papa's sword and touches it.

Everyone is delighted and kinda amused at the look on bot Nanami's and your's faces. Gojo exclaims that he is gonna have a little student from now on while Nanami is threating him. He puts her daughter away from the blade and hides it so that she can choose a normal thing for her career because he doesn't want his little girl to choose being a sorcerer. But this time she crawls to him while he is sitting on the ground and sits at his lap, pulling his tie as if to say that "No matter what, I wanna be like you."

Dad!Nanami being overwhelmed by her love for him but he truly despises the idea. He doesn't want her to face the harshness of this world, doesn't want her to fight for her life not knowing when she could die because of a curse... He excuses himself for some time and in the meantime they try one more time and she goes to Maki and try to get her hands on her little blade while she freaks the hell out.

Dad!Nanami who will never forget the first time she walks and the first time she starts to see the curses. They are both at the the same day, she is waiting in front of the door since his arrival time came and yes, she knows his work schedule by heart 🤩 This is the reason why Nanami absolutely hates over-time because he knows that his little one will be waiting in front of the doos to be the first to greet him. He always disliked it and he hates it.

As soon as he walks through the door, his daughter clings onto his pants and looks up at him and he feels like his whole stress has been lifted. He goes to kitchen and kiss you and gives her to you but she also wants her father to be here so she flails but when she sees that he still keeps going, she lets out a high "Papa!" and gets out of your grasp and after a while, she stands on her wobbly feet and starts to have have her steps. This makes both you and him stop and gape at her. She is pretty happy that she now has both of her parents' attention😎

That night, Nanami goes to bed the happiest but both of you doesn't know that it is gonna be interrupted. In the middle of the night, his girl lets out a very high and scared wail, screaming for her papa and neither you nor Nanami ever got out of the bed that fast. Nanami immediately grabs his blade and dashes to her room only to find that a curse entered her room even though there were tailsmans around her room. His daughter is in rhe corner while the curse was slowly inching closer but before that Nanami kills it without mercy. When she sees you, she grips your shirt so hard while crying and saying that there was a big and hairy monster.

Dad!Nanami who accepts that his daughter can see the things he absolutely despises and explains to her the world they live in. After some time though, when he was certain that she would cry again, she asks a simple question. " Do you think I'd take after you and save the world?" in her own little baby language and Nanami, for the first time is astonished and amazed enough so much so that he couldn't speak. But his girl is playing with the hem of her PJs with embrassment but Nanami suddenly pulls her to his chest and squeezes her so much while muttering "I love you"s to her.

Spoiler Alert....( We all know where this is going but I jave another set of headcanons where he is alive because I will never accept that he died....🤧😭)

Dad!Nanami who is full of regrets because he will never be able to see his girl graduate, be an amazing young woman who inspires other, have a significant other. He would never be able to walk her down the aisle, never would be able to drive her to school, never hear her voice get higher when she talks about her parents.

Dad!Nanami who is full of sadness because he couldn't keep his promise to you. His promise of giving you a long and blessed life and family, his promise of going to Malaysia with you and his girl. His promise to cherish and love you each and every day till the day you both die. He regrets not saying you "I love you." before this mission. He knows that you are still fighging and for this mere reason her tries to do the same but he has no power. He has no other choice rather than trusting you two with Itadori and Gojo.

You knew when exactly he died. You knew because when he died, your heart stopped for a moment too. You couldn't stop the tears and the strong wail that passed your lips while collapsing, thinking what were you gonna say to your girl.

Itadori is the one who told you his last words, he wanted you out of this life, he wanted both of you to live and maybe it was selfish but you agreed. It was hard to explain it to your girl but suprisingly she said that he will never actually leave you to alone and that he will be watching over you both while hugging you.

And true to her words, she inherited his technique and wanted to learn how to use it so that she can be like her Papa. Only remains that was found were his blade, his ring and a part of his tie. She proudly uses his blade and has the part of his tie in a necklace while you wear both of the wedding rings.

And again, true to her words Nanami was watching over her with his friend Haibara. He was telling him what s strong girl she was and Nanami was only able to nod his head while tears were slipping from his eyes, muttering a single apology with a little threat as if she can hear. "Don't you dare die, little clover." And at that moment, she suddenly looks up to sky and promises to both of you that she will live. Right at this moment, Nanami realises that the bond you three have can never be broken and he can only pray that he will have you as his wife and his girl as his daughter in his next lives one more time...

jjk spoilers ahead!

....I am on my period too so now I am crying? Like I shed a few tears ?????? How dare you do this to me?????

I-

I swear - some of yall deserve to write more than my dumbass does. LOOK AT THIS AMAZINGNESS THAT IS A NANAMI ANGST???

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uzumaki-rebellion · 5 years

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 18 of 30]

Summary: Erik and Yani deal with more than their immediate problem...

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"It's taken me a little while to come back I've been working on some thing good Oh, so every now and then I tend to fall back Oh Lord, I've been misunderstood

Till you came along and you saved me You saved me with that good love Oh yeah yeah You came along and you saved me You saved me, ooo, with that good love…"

Gary Clark Jr.—"You Saved Me"

Erik woke up sweating and clutching his side.

His dream-state brain was back in South Africa, running outside during the raid on Klaue's compound.

A police raid supported by what Erik was positive was U.S. C.I.A. and U.S. military Black Ops. Shit was too streamlined and overly professional. He had enough time to put on his merc fatigues and shirt, his weapon locked and loaded.

Linda was just as fast, already moving down the stairs searching for Klaue and an exit strategy with her weapon in hand. They moved in tandem sweeping room to room until they reached a side door that led to vehicles they could use to try and make an escape. Linda jumped into the driver's seat of a jeep as Erik covered her with his Glock.

Attacked from the side, Erik shot a man in the head while another slashed his abdomen with a long blade from behind.

"Killmonger!"

Linda gave warning before she backed into the blade wielder, snapping his legs to splinters as she rolled over him. Erik jumped in the open back holding his side and shooting into the chaotic night.

"There's Klaue!" she yelled.

They saw their boss lighting up men, weapons, and police vehicles with his sonic cannon.

Smoke bombs choked Erik's throat. Linda whipped the jeep in front of Klaue. He dived into the front passenger seat and kept firing his arm doing the most damage out of all of their men. A police vehicle slammed into their jeep and Erik tumbled out landing on his back.

An officer tried to threaten him with an automatic weapon to his head, but Erik's legs helicoptered in a spin too fast for the man to react, and Erik had his gun and his life in a matter of seconds. It was fortunate that the police and their minions had no reinforcement. The power of Klaue's arm had their enemy shook and it didn't take long to overpower the raiders.

Back to back, Erik and Linda kept Klaue covered with their weapons as he was able to enjoy the full power of the arm Erik fashioned for him.

So many bodies.

There was no time to stack the dead or even worry about sweeping the compound. Klaue's crew re-grouped in the house and dispersed once Klaue gave them directions. The compound had to be stripped and abandoned.

"Killmonger, how bad is it?" Linda asked.

He was bleeding through his shirt and when he lifted it, he was glad to see the wound wasn't deep and had clotted on its own. If Yani saw that, she would fret.

If Yani—

Eyes focused.

Our Lady's Manor.

He was in St. Thomas.

His wound still had reddish inflamed skin, but it was from the cut through his keloids. Reaching for Yani next to him he saw that she was gone.

Barefoot, Erik strolled through the house looking for her. He was surprised at how late it was. Already noon. He worked late trying to test and stabilize the vibranium he brought back from South Africa. The gun shipment was arriving that day and Erik needed to prepare for new mercs—and Huntsman—coming onto the property.

"Yani," he called out. She wasn't in Klaue's main house.

He walked out of the main house and followed the path to the middle house. They had packed up all of Yani's and Sydette's things to place into the caretaker apartment. Yani was acting moody, and he thought it was because of the new people coming for a few days. They were arriving early with the boat because of a hurricane forecast, and Erik needed the weapons asap. He was upset because Sydette would have to stay at Leona's or Yani's parents, and he wouldn't be able to see her until the men left. He wanted them gone before the storm passed through.

He saw her walking to the middle house with Sydette fussing with the baby while holding her hand. Sydette started crying and Yani picked her up, still fussing.

"You need to listen to me!"

Her voice was sharp and Sydette arched her back, her wailing voice a shrill piercing to Erik's ears.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Yani's eyes were red like she had been crying.

"Mama!"

Sydette was really falling out.

"Stop it!"

"Yani, chill—"

"I've been dealing with her like this all morning!"

Erik took Sydette from her arms and the baby bent her body, her tears and cries for Yani troubling.

"Today not a good day, Sweet Pea?"

He tried to smooth over the tension, but Sydette was not having it and Yani was done with the whole situation.

"You go be by yourself, I'll take her."

Yani's eyes looked hollow, but she cut her eyes at Sydette's wailing and stomped into the middle house.

Erik cradled Sydette's head.

"Hey now…shhh…it's okay. We all have bad days baby girl. Today is stressful for all of us…shhh…"

Sydette's little chest shuddered and her tears dried up and her high-pitched whining calmed down enough to allow Erik to take her into the middle house.

He walked around and bounced the baby in his arms, checked her pull-ups, and made her a juice bottle. A half-hour later, she was calm in his arms and nodded off.

Something was wrong.

Yani didn't come to check on Sydette at all.

In fact, she stayed out of the living room the entire time.

Erik took Sydette into the smaller bedroom of the house and laid her on the bed and under the covers. He stroked the baby's hair and checked the room for safety before searching for Yani.

She wasn't in any of the other bedrooms or the kitchen.

"Yani."

A bathroom door was closed. He heard movement inside it.

"You alright in there?"

She didn't answer.

"Aye Ma, what's going on? The baby is sleep. We can talk."

He pressed his forehead against the door and then moved his left ear next to it.

"Yani, open the door."

He heard a whimper and he was ready to break the door down.

"Baby…c'mon. Open up—"

Yani's face was wet with tears and her eyes were closed.

Erik's arms shot out to comfort her, but she stepped back and sat on the closed toilet seat.

"What is it?"

"Mi Sweet Pea…we been fussin' all day. She make mi so vex this mornin'—"

"Slow down. Slow down. I'm right here."

Erik knelt down in front of her. His eyes checked her over, looking for any sign of what was wrong with her. His eyes flicked up to the bathroom sink. A white plastic store bag sat on the counter.

"Being here, I've been able to rest…think. Get back to mi own self, y'know. Lemme do what is good for we, yeah?"

He nodded his head, still not understanding her pain.

Yani reached for the bag and opened it, pulling out a slender box. He saw what it was and his eyes closed.

"I'm two days late, Killmonger."

He touched the side of her face.

"Two days doesn't mean—"

"I can't do this."

"Baby, you've been on the pill. We've been stressed a little bit from the men coming through. Don't jump the gun—"

Her eyes burned into him.

They had made an agreement.

If she were pregnant, they would terminate. That was the plan. Period.

But…

Second thoughts.

"It's early—"

"This test is the most accurate. It can tell you within a couple of days—"

"Just wait a few more days and see if your period comes—"

"I don't want to wait!"

Her shriek was loud in the small bathroom. It shook him to his core and he sat back away from her.

"Take the test. I'll wait outside."

He stood up and she reached up for his hand. A fresh tear streaked down her face and her hand trembled in his.

"I'll be right out here," he said.

Leaving her alone, he exhaled and cursed himself. He allowed the thoughts of a baby to hang around him, and now this. She took her birth control every day on time at the exact time every single morning. He should've pulled out more. Used condoms maybe…

If she were pregnant…

He paced a bit until she opened the bathroom door.

"Have to wait ten minutes," she said.

Her face was puffy, eyes swollen, and lips dry.

"C'mere."

He held his hand out for her and she took it. He hugged her and she held onto him tight. He didn't know what to say to her. Nerves on high alert, Erik rocked her and kissed her forehead. They stood together longer than ten minutes, both scared to look he assumed.

Walking into the bathroom together he squeezed her hand and she lifted up the tester and held it for both of them to see.

Not pregnant.

He didn't know if her exhale was louder than his own. When their eyes connected together, her lids pressed out more tears.

"Told you. Just nerves, baby. Stress."

Her hip leaned against the sink as he kissed her.

"Chez got mi pregnant on purpose."

"What?"

Her eyes were sad dark pools when she gazed up at him. Her words flew fast.

"Mi nuh want, Sydette. Him tear condom to get mi with pickney so I won't leave him."

She pushed back from him and wiped her face. Her chest heaved a bit from crying.

"Mi wahn abortion—"

"Yani…don't—"

"Mi need yuh tuh hear mi now. Please."

Erik's stomach twisted up.

"Him promise money for mi not to have a baby. He lied. Made excuses until it too late. Him say he take care of mi and mi pickney. I believed him, Killmonger. Then him get she pregnant…that bitch. Mi give up University…family put me out. I took some herbs and try to abort on mi own—"

"Stop."

Erik grabbed her and pulled her in tight.

"I had her. Do mi best to make up for not wanting her at first. At the hospital, when dem nurse put she in mi arms…I was so happy I didn't…"

She looked down at the tester in her hand.

"I have to finish school. Have to get a good-paying job so I can take care of we. Another baby would kill me right now. It took me so long to get here, and if I had another one…you could be like him. Leave me all alone. Not because you want to but because of what you do with Klaue. And mi can't…mi can't…"

"We should go see a doctor and make sure that test is accurate," he said.

She nodded.

"I want you to finish school. I want you to be independent. Okay? I won't trick you."

"I know you won't.

In his gut he felt bad for wanting to get her pregnant on the beach. He never wanted her to fear that from him ever again. She was a wreck. To go through all that with Chez and Sydette.

His eyes snapped toward the glass patio doors leading to the pool. Three of the six dragonfly drones he used around the compound buzzed past heading down toward the main house.

"Security Alert! Boat Dock. Security Alert! Boat Dock!"

The men had arrived. Early.

"Listen to me. I need you to take Sydette and leave here until tomorrow afternoon. I will call you with the exact number of people who are here. If I don't think these men are trustworthy, I will let you know not to come back until they are gone. Can you do that?"

"Yeah."

"We're okay, baby. I promise. I'm sorry Chez put you through that with Sydette. You are a great mother."

She threw her arms around him and he hugged her with compassion.

"Go. I need to get my Glock and get these fools settled."

Worry creased her face.

"Be scared for them," he said.

She smiled. He pressed his warm lips into her cheek.

She wrapped the tester in the plastic bag and slipped into the side bedroom to retrieve Sydette. He waited for them both to come back out. Sydette was still asleep. Yani kissed her little girl and Erik touched the baby's hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

There was no time to properly comfort her. They split directions outside by the pool. Yani went up with the baby and he went down, passing Jerome perched in a tree fast asleep.

Once he had his Glock, Erik headed down to the private dock. His mind tried to put Yani in a safe place as he stalked down to the intruders of their paradise.

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"Killmonger."

Huntsman stepped onto the dock as their boat captain tied the boat down. Gray clouds rolled in from a distance, but they were still five days out from the oncoming storm.

"They clean?" Erik asked.

Erik was not friendly at all. Strictly business.

"Like a baby's bottom."

"Y'all stay in the middle house."

"Have any good food ready for us?"

"Nah. Self-serve for today. Housekeeper not in until tomorrow afternoon."

"Hmmm. The young one, right? Yani?"

Erik's eyes narrowed.

"We'll take the load up now," Huntsman said.

Erik's drones scanned the men. There were five in total.

Erik led them to the gun range and watched them secure the weapons Klaue wanted him to convert inside a large locker shed.

As the new men ate sandwiches and drank beer from the middle house, Erik turned on all security systems and cameras and linked them to his cell and his bedroom. He only allowed access to the middle house and called Klaue to let him know the goods had arrived.

Klaue's eyes were bloodshot, not from drink, but from lack of sleep. He was still in South Africa.

"There's word coming out from Wakanda that King T'Chaka is going on a speaking tour next year. U.N. The World Peace Foundation. The summit in Switzerland early spring. Might be able to take advantage," Klaue said.

Erik clenched his teeth. He could taste the throne. But he needed Klaue on the continent. Easier to move a body that way.

"I'll have a prototype ready for you next month," Erik said, keeping focus on his work, trying his best to keep his brain on that and not worrying about Yani being in any shape to drive to Leona's.

"The storm is tracking fast. Will they be gone in time?" Klaue asked.

"Three days is enough time based on the weather reports here. They could always go to Puerto Rico for a pit stop."

"Get them rested and out."

"Understood."

"Talk soon."

Klaue flicked out on the viewscreen and Erik headed back up to the middle house.

"We'll get fuel for the boat in the morning. Can we get Yani to whip up some steaks and shrimp for dinner tomorrow?" Huntsman asked guzzling down a bottle of Rum leftover from his last visit. He shared it with a new merc, a Black man with tats and a scowl to match Erik's. He didn't like the idea of new blood being at the compound without him knowing anything about them.

"I'll see what she has planned."

"Just you two here?"

"She comes and goes."

"Neal, wait until you see this girl. She doesn't talk much, but a looker…you okay Killmonger? Need a drink?"

Erik's eyes looked Neal over before he glanced at Huntsman. The brotha was muscular, but lean. Burn marks covered part of his neck and chin.

"I'm good. Glad the package is delivered. Klaue knows what's up."

"Don't understand why Boss stays there when he has all of this," Huntsman said holding his hands out. They stood around the pool area and Erik was ready for them to go away.

Leaving the men, he texted Yani, and when he slipped into the main house, he secured the domain and called her direct.

"You make it okay?"

"Yeah. We're here. The men alright?"

"Yeah. How are you? For real, Yani. Don't bullshit me—"

"I'm fine. Promise."

"I miss you already. What you said earlier, about you and Sydette-"

"Hmmm."

"I'm glad you had her. I know it wasn't easy, baby…but, I'll make sure you two are fine—"

"I will make sure we are fine—"

"I can help you."

"I know you can."

"So let me…"

He could hear Sydette in the background.

"She wahn talk to you."

"Sweet Pea." "Baba!"

"She is always yelling when she gets on the phone," Yani said laughing.

"You being a good girl?

"Yes! Come here."

"I can't Sweet Pea. Baba has to deal with some stuff. I'll see you in three days, okay?"

"kay!"

"Can you give Baba a kiss?"

He heard the sound of her mouth trying to send him a kiss.

"Don't spit, love," Yani said.

The sound of Yani laughing made him feel better.

"Huntsman is asking for steak and shrimp tomorrow night."

"How many there?"

"Five."

"There's meat in the freezer. Ten steaks. Still good. You'll have to thaw them out tonight. Don't know about the shrimp. Be expensive at the last minute."

"Do whatever you want. They don't have to have shrimp. Call me tonight?"

"I will."

"I can't sleep without you."

"I know."

"Be scarce when you do come here. Got some hounds over here. Huntsman already has you on the brain."

She sucked her teeth.'

"That wasteman. Pervert."

"I'll keep him in check."

"Killmonger…."

"Yes?"

"I love my baby. I love her. I don't want you thinkin' bad of me for what I wanted to do when I was desperate back then. She ah blessing. I know this."

"I know where your heart is, Yani. It's all good, Baby."

"See you tomorrow."

"Don't forget to call me tonight. More likely I'll call you. Love you."

"Love you back."

She sounded good. He was able to relax a bit.

Music played from the middle house. Killmonger didn't want to interact with them. But he had to.

Cigar smoke, raucous laughter, and bawdy humor greeted Erik.

He hung out with them until a couple of them passed out on the patio and the others tumbled into the house to sleep off heavy drinking. Erik secured the compound and slipped out with the S.U.V.

He ran up the steps of Leona's apartment complex and knocked on the door. It was late.

"Killmonger…"

Yani was wrapped in a yellow robe, her hair covered in a blue satin durag.

He moved into the living room and saw the couch bed pulled out. Sydette was curled up under the covers.

"Yani."

He hugged her and sat down on the couch bed with her.

"I'm going back, but I need to—"

"Shh…"

She laid back on the couch bed and he curled around her. The movement woke Sydette up.

"Hey Sweet Pea."

His baby girl crawled over Yani and tucked herself on Erik's chest.

He had to accept some hard truths.

His life was different. Having Yani and Sydette was not easy, but he needed them more than they knew. He had been turning into a robotic killing machine…one with a purpose…but losing his humanity. He felt it. The coldness.

He pulled Yani closer to him. Sydette's heartbeat thumped on his chest. They were anchoring him. He gently rubbed Sydette's back and felt comfort with Yani's arm thrown across them both. He stayed awake long enough to listen to them breath easy in their sleep.

Baba is this how you felt with Mama and me?

The longer he stayed on the island, the more he thought of his parents and his past.

He was acting out his father's life with Yani. The thought humbled him. The secrecy. The limited time to be together. He didn't want to end up like his father.

The plot to go into Wakanda had consequences. The biggest was not succeeding. He was prepared to die and leave an impact when he was alone. But he wasn't alone now. He made the foolish decision to align himself with this young woman and her baby. Willingly took responsibility for them and their future.

He had no fear of his mission before coming to St. Thomas. Now he was very afraid. He had to survive. Had to make it out alive. The baby sleeping peacefully on his broad chest was his now. He was shaping her life along with Yani's. His justice claim was bigger than just for his mother and father. He wanted to turn the world on its head for Yani and Sydette too.

He loved them but was afraid that their love for him would weaken him. Would he second guess his moves while plotting against Klaue? Would worrying about them cloud his judgment? It already affected his behavior in South Africa during the raid. Instead of acting, he reacted to everything going on around him, his focus on just getting back to Yani instead of looking out for Klaue. That focus allowed an officer to cut him with a blade, allowed someone to sneak up on him when that would never have happened before. He would have to go back to killer mode if Wakanda was going to be his reality.

And a pregnancy scare?

She couldn't have another baby now, but he wanted to have one with her in the future.

Future.

He was a dispossessed Prince. About to snatch his birthright. Yani could be his Queen. Sydette his Princess.

Erik dozed off, but his cell vibrated. The sun was three hours from rising.

Slipping away from his woman and child, Erik drove himself back to the compound.

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Pulling the steaks out from the front house standing freezer, Erik took a moment to set his energy. He didn't want these men here. But he was following Klaue's orders.

He found Huntsman and Neal awake and drinking coffee in the middle house kitchen.

"Storm is moving faster," Huntsman said.

"It will touch down sooner. Might have to stay here," Neal said.

"We'll see," Erik said taking a mug from the cupboard and pouring coffee for himself.

The men spent time poolside and playing pool in the middle house den. They ate sandwiches again for lunch until Yani showed up. She immediately prepped for dinner and he kept his feelings in check when he caught Neal checking her out as she checked for propane in the outdoor grill outside the front house kitchen.

"Any chance for shrimp?" Neal asked.

Erik stood outside the front house with two of the mercs. Yani rolled up the sleeves of her sweatshirt and walked around Neal as she grabbed cleaning supplies to wipe down the grill itself. She didn't make eye contact with the man, but he kept pressing her.

"Yani…that's your name right?"

She stopped and put a hand on her hip.

"No shrimp. I have to get this together so I can cook. Whatchu need, man?"

Her voice was curt and it reminded Erik of how she sounded with him when he first saw her. He smirked and kept his eye on the stranger.

"Just asking a question."

"Excuse me," Yani said walking back into the house.

Neal watched her, took a sip of the beer he was drinking and followed her. Erik zoned in after him.

Yani had the kitchen in prep mode, steaks marinating, potatoes grated to make potato and cheese fritters, with asparagus tips stacked on a tray.

"You have a nasty attitude," Neal said.

Yani stared at the man, as she washed her hands in the sink.

"Yo…bruh…I need you to stop bothering her while she's trying to work."

Erik moved in close to Neal. Yani stepped back behind him and grabbed a hand towel.

"She can't be pleasant to guests? She does work for us."

Erik grit his teeth.

"She's not here to entertain you. Let her cook."

Neal gave Erik a bit of reckless eyeballing. He looked over at Yani again.

"Be nicer. I know jobs are hard to come by on these little islands. Hate to see you mess up a good gig."

"Mr. Klaue is my boss. Not you," Yani said.

"Neal—"

Huntsman walked in. His eyes flickered over Yani and he waved for Neal to follow him out. The moment they were gone, Yani held onto the sink and took a deep breath. Erik reached out and touched her hand, but they kept the contact brief.

"Has he been coming at you like this a lot?"

"Just staring. Asking for shit…"

"Like?"

"Water. Soda. I keep away from the middle house, but he comes up here."

"I'll keep my eye on him."

"He has a bad vibe. Like Huntsman."

He wanted to hold her, but she went back to work and he left her alone.

"Youngblood."

Neal stood by the pool area with his cell out. Huntsman and the boat captain walked down toward the bottom of the pool patio steps to admire the view of plants and flowers framing a view of the sea.

"That you up there?" Neal asked.

Erik played dumb. He didn't like being called Youngblood. This dude was probably only a few years older than him.

"You know what I'm saying to you. You bust up in there like captain-save-a-hoe."

"Respect the staff, man. That's all.''

"I'm respecting it. But you know how these lil island freaks be. I'm trying not to be a line stepper, so that's why I'm asking. That bitch hefting around something I want to sample. S'why I'm asking. That you?"

One thing Erik was never able to do was hide emotion on his face. This nigga had his pressure up.

"Mmmhmmm,…yeah. You all over that. Shit must be real good since your face is about to crack."

"You talk too damn much. And assume a lot."

"How that ass feel-?"

"Watch your mouth, bruh—"

"She gonna like some new dick. I break bitch's backs—"

Erik's hands wrapped around Neal's throat and he threw the man off balance.

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Yani heard the commotion down at the second house. It took her a moment to realize something was wrong because the men had been loud all afternoon and she was doing what Erik advised and stayed out of their way.

When she heard Huntsman shouting with rage, she left the grill and ran down to the noise.

Erik and the new guy Neal were trading punches, and the other men tried to separate them. The imbalance of men pulling Erik back made him fall and Neal leaped on him and battered Erik's face with his fists.

Yani wanted to run down and help Erik, but he told her to act like she didn't know him or like him the way she did when she first met him. She stood away from them with her fists balled up to her face.

When he was able to shake the other men from pulling on him, Erik's hands became like hooks and he ran them hard against Neal's chest and stomach. Neal grimaced and Erik gave a solid hit to his face with his elbow and the man staggered back grabbing onto his head.

BLAM!

They all jumped when Huntsman shot off a weapon above their heads.

"For fuck's sake…what are you two fighting about?" Huntsman yelled.

Wild-eyed, Neal wiped his bloody mouth with his hand.

"Youngblood is mad that I asked about him fucking the housekeeper."

Huntsman's eyes landed on Yani and she felt her face get hot. The other men stared at her too. Erik fixed his shirt and rubbed his face. There was no blood on him.

"The man is out of line and disrespecting Klaue's housekeeper. I'm not wit it. She works too hard to be harassed—"

"He's just pissing a circle around her. No big deal," Neal said.

"You are disrespectful," Yani said.

The men stared at her again. Erik gave her a look to be quiet, but she couldn't.

"Him pester mi, the second I get here—"

"No one is listening to you—"

"Everyone gwine hear me. You annoy the fuck out mi—"

"Go back up to the house, Yani. He won't bother you again," Erik said.

"Alla you stay out mi way. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes. If yuh late I'm not heating nothin' up!"

She stomped back up to the kitchen of the first house and pulled on grilling gloves. She was still agitated when she put the first rack of steaks onto the grill. All would be medium-well. The moment the steaks were on, she went inside to fry up the fritters. It would only take a few minutes to cook the asparagus.

Being in the kitchen alone she found her groove and the repetition of frying and draining potatoes calmed her down. Neal was going to push Erik's buttons. She didn't think that would be the last fight between him and Erik. She had no idea how he figured out her and Erik's situation because she knew for sure she played her part with no slip-ups. He must've said something to Erik to set him off.

Yani moved back and forth from the kitchen to the grill. She saw the mercs heading up to the dining room and she quickly put the asparagus on after cleaning the grill from traces of steak meat. She was fast and had the food on the serving tables ready to go by the time Erik showed up. He sat at the head of the table and Neal sat at the far end.

The men ate in silence most of the time and every now and then they all looked outside and commented on the small gusts of wind that rattled the trees. Hurricane season was always touch and go, but the upcoming storm was shifting constantly. She texted Twyla to check on Sydette making sure to stand where Erik could see her in case anyone came into the kitchen for ice.

It was challenging having the men back. They changed the atmosphere of the compound instantly. Where she had once frolicked around the estate with her baby and walked nude when she felt like it for herself and her man, she now felt like she was in a prison. She couldn't smile, move around freely, and worse still, she couldn't touch Erik or be touched by him. She saw the irritation on his face all day as he had to interact with the mercs, and she wanted to rub his back for him. When she first arrived, she saw his face get tight because it was normally their time to cuddle on the couch and have him suck on her breasts while she stroked him to a pleasurable release in her hand. She did her best to wear the most boring work clothes, but Erik's eyes were still watching her with desire. Maybe Neal saw that and put two and two together.

Finished with their meal, Yani cleaned up the dining room. Halfway through her work, she went to the restroom, and right when she was done peeing, she felt a familiar rush of blood release from her.

Thank God.

There was no need for a doctor's appointment.

She stuffed toilet paper into her underwear and made a quick dash to the apartment under the house. She had tampons stashed there and cleaned herself up better. She took time to give prayerful thanks. Before she ran back up to finish cleaning, she wiped her face with a clean warm rag in the bathroom.

The men were back down at the pool drinking hard and playing rock and roll oldies and goodies. Erik was not with them.

Yani moved in stealth mode and used a seldom-used path to sneak down to Klaue's main house.

The retina scanner gave her instant access, and she found Erik staring at the living room viewscreen. A storm tracker channel was on.

"Did he hurt you?"

Yani ran her hands over his face and chest. He smiled at her and pulled her hands away. When his arms wrapped around her, she gave out a sigh of relief. Together alone at last.

"Why did you fight?"

"It was stupid on my part. You have to keep away from that creep. He wants to fuck you."

"He said that?"

"Nigga bold as fuck. He asked about you and figured out shit…and I reacted like a dummy."

"I can survive two more days…"

Her eyes held his.

"What?"

She held him tighter.

"My period finally came. Right after I cleaned up."

"Told you," he said.

Yani stared up into his eyes and saw something she didn't expect.

Sadness.

Wait.

Did he want her pregnant?

"Incoming message. Chambers, Linda."

"Go to the bedroom," he said, pushing her that way.

Yani backed away from him, then turned to make it into the room before he answered the call. She kept near the open bedroom door. Her eyes were just able to see the viewscreen from where she stood.

"Linda. Talk to me."

Erik's voice sounded worried.

Yani felt worried the moment she saw Linda's face filling up the entire viewscreen that covered a whole wall.

She was dressed like the mercs Yani had seen at the compound before, but her eyes, they didn't look at Erik like he was a fellow co-worker. She looked at him like she knew him in a biblical way.

"Boss man wanted me to check up on you all. We're watching the storm. Category 2 now heading past Barbados."

"We're good. Why you and not him?"

"Staying off radar. You know. Are the boys aggravating you yet?"

"Always. Tell Boss man all is well."

"Will do….but uh…you and I still need to have a little discussion about some things. We didn't get to work some stuff out in Joburg."

Yani leaned in as far as she could. She didn't like how easy going this woman was talking to Erik. And Erik, he sounded stilted in his speech, like he was trying to get her to shut up…

"Klaue needs you to check out some contacts. Sending you intel now."

"Later," Erik said.

He shut off the viewscreen.

"Yani. Come out here."

Yani stepped out of their bedroom and sauntered over to him.

"I know you heard her."

"You fucking her?"

She didn't mean to say that so abrupt. She wanted him to confess.

"I fucked her. But before you. Before us—"

"Please don't lie—"

"I'm not lying."

"What she mean 'bout you not finishing some stuff? You were with her when you were gone?"

"She was with me, and Huntsman, and Klaue…all of us. Together."

Her side hurt. Late cramps squeezed her.

She believed him.

"You finished with the Kitchen?"

"Yeah."

"Go on to Leona's and be with the baby. If I can get away from here I will."

"Okay."

He reached out for her and she stepped into his arms.

"Please don't fight. I don't care what that bum says about me."

"I'll keep my hands to myself."

"For serious, Killmonger. You don't know how you look when you fight. It's scary. My heart can't take it."

He kissed her lips before he released her and slapped her butt.

"Get out of here. See you in the morning."

Yani blew him a kiss and slipped out the front door.

"So, it's true."

Yani froze.

Huntsman stood at the bottom of the porch deck smoking a cigar. He blew smoke her way.

"You and Killmonger."

Yani ran past him.

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Infinity Chapter 5: IT CAN'T BE LIKE THIS FOREVER

Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger Taylor (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swear words here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.

Chapter 5: Basically Row's and Piper's first day on their own, narrative shifting from normal to Row's inner train of thought.

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Throughout his life, Row would regularly look back with infinite fondness and amusement at the first day he spent on his own with his daughter.

But today, as both him and his week old infant cried in each other's ears, he didn't think either of them would make it through another 24 hours, let alone long enough to look back and laugh at it.

He thought he wouldn't get to the end of the parenting book he was with at the moment with his sanity intact.

He had read many books that contradicted each other. And this one was no exception.

Some said to follow a feeding schedule.

Others to do so whenever she'd demanded it.

Some said that bathing was bad for the umbilical cord.

Some others recommend to rub it with alcohol to help it fall early.

And others said not to touch it. To simply leave it alone.

Then there was Callie and her usual phrase echoing on his head "The best thing is to follow your instincts".

But that didn't help a damn either cause his instinct was messed up.

He had also read somewhere that sharing bed was good at the beginning. That it helped preventing SIDS.

Then on the next book, that sharing room was fine at first, but that bed was a risk factor in SIDS.

But hold on.

What the hell was SIDS?

They mentioned it everywhere. He went through all the pages until he found it, only to be left breathless when finding out what what it stood for:

Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.

Whose exact cause was still unknown , and although there were some preventive stuff to do -on which, by the way, all the bloody books differed- there was nothing 100% safe.

So, they meant his little Piper could just fucking die for no goddamn reason, and he wouldn't be able to do nothing about it? What the fuck! It wasn't fair!

So he found himself on the phone, dialing the number he always recurred to in times of trouble.

"I think I broke her, mom" he said as soon as he heard her pick up.

"You can't break a person, Row"

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

"Don't be overdramatic. You didn't expect it to be easy, did ya? Or you thought she was gonna be like a doll, huh? Like those that have a switch for when you get tired of playing house?"

"No but I didn't think... I mean she was much quieter in the hospital."

"Well, darling, she must have sensed the move or something."

"You mean she doesn't like my place?"

"No, you silly. Although there's room for improvement in the style... But that's not the point. She just needs time to get used to it. Also I bet she can sense your unease."

"Uh?"

"Babies have this sixth sense when it comes to the emotions of those around them. Specially mother's... Or well, in this case, you. So if she senses you're frustrated, she'll get more distressed."

"Oh." was all he could say.

"Where is she now?"

"She's right..." He looked down at the bundle he had been holding and rocking only to realize it was a bunch of dirty clothes.

Where was she? Had he lost his daughter after 5 hours? Fuck! Fucking idiot

For a moment, he forgot where he had put her and a million terrifying thoughts flashed on his head.

She wasn't crying at the moment.

And that was good.

Right?

Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the worst thing.

Maybe one of the pillows on the sofa had fallen over her and suffocated her.

Or maybe he had mistaken her for a dirty bundle of clothes and put her in the laundry and...

"Rowan?"

"She's asleep on the bed." He suddenly remembered, peering at his bedroom to check he was right. He was. She was asleep, right in the middle of the mattress, exactly where he had placed her 10 minutes earlier.

"Then take this chance and sleep. You're good at sleeping."

It was definitely a good idea. So he hung up and tiptoed to the bedroom. He reached the bed and froze, trying to think of a way of climbing in without startling her awake.

Maybe the matress sinking at his weight woke her up. And if he got past that, perhaps if he dared to move or rolled in his sleep, he'd wake her up... Or worst; he had heard about the hundreds of kids that died overnight suffocated by their parents.

No. He decided he couldn't sleep with her.

So he got the bunch of dirty clothes and laid on the floor besides the bed, using the bundle as a pillow. He fell right off to sleep.

He woke up four hours later, and the room was still silent.

Shouldn't she need something? Shouldn't she have woken me up?

Once again, a feeling of fear invaded him as he jumped to his feet, and put a small mirror in front of her nose to make sure she was still breathing.

She was.

He sighed with relief and pecked her forehead before tiptoeing out.

He decided to make a sandwich or something, cause his stomach was roaring. Halfway through eating it, he ran his eyes through the parenting book he had left opened on the counter:

<<If your baby sleeps 4 straight hours or more wake them up for a feed; otherwise they could become dihydrated...>>

Fuck. She had been dozing for 4 hours and 20 minutes.

So he hurried into the bedroom, and leaned over the tiny bundle, a smile escaping his lips. She did know how to sleep after all. And she looked like an angel. So peaceful. Calm. It almost hurt him to disturb her. But he had to.

"Hey lil'raisin. C'mon, it's snack time" he said, gently lifting her up. "Hey, lovie. Wake up" he knew one thing he shouldn't do under any circumstances: shake her. Or make harsh movements. As that would lead to Major Danger #2:

Shaken Baby Syndrome. And that was under his control.

So he blew on her cheek instead and got her to open her eyes "Hey, Sleeping Gorgeous" he greeted, holding her up so they were face to face.

She looked up at him, directly into his eyes and something inside him melted.

Perhaps she had finally settled. Maybe now they were both fresh and rested she'd go easy on him. He could do this.

But then her face scrunched up and she whined.

"Oh no, no, no, baby, what is it? Don't cry. Don't cry. C'mon." Then he felt a warm liquid on his hand. "Okay, okay, message received. Let's do this"

He got a towel and unswaddled her, hoping he'd be able to remember how it was done afterwards and praying for it only being number one. It was, but he hadn't folded the nappy correctly and it had leaked all over the onesie, the blanket and... His duvet. Goddamn it.

He sighed. If he kept calm, she'd sense it. "Okay, me darl. Shh. Hold on a second. Where... Where've I left the nappies? Where?" He looked around the room but no sight of the pack. Shit. Last time he had changed her in the living room? So it had to be there. "Okay, hang on a minute sweets. I'll be right back" he ran out to get the pack, as the wailing got louder.

"Alright. Alright. I've got it, I've got it. I'm here. Hush" he managed to do it surprisingly fast and without new incidents. "Alright, alright. Almost done. C'mere." He lifted her up, checking the nappy was properly sealed, and went to the kitchen area where he had left the last clean onesie.

On his way, he found the pinky he had been looking for earlier as well "Hey look at this. Here it was." he washed it with water and put it in her open mouth. She began to suck instinctively, calming down.

Thank. Fucking. Goodness.

He sighed in relief.

He could do this.

He laid her down in the kitchen counter, so he could wash his hands, throw his wee stained t-shirt to the washer and unfold the onesie. She squirmed a little, but kept quiet.

"Alright, let's put this on you. Please don't squirm too much, darling. I don't want to hurt you." he pleaded.

"Okay, it's all done" he announced 10 minutes later, when he finally managed to button up all the miniscule buttons on the onesie. Bloody miniscule buttons made for small mothers' hands.

"What's next? Oh yes, bottle. Alright. Coming right up"

Just when he had put the bottle to warm up, she spit the pinky, and began fussing. "Hey, love , here" he put it back, but she spit again. "You ain't buying it, are you? You're hungry, and the pinky isn't fooling you." He chuckled "Clever girl. Alright, it's almost done so don't worry, okay? It's almost there" he took her back into his arms, and paced around until the microwave beeped.

He made a mental note to never again waking her up before the bottle was done.

Never again.

"Okay Princess. Here's your cocktail, made with love." he announced, as he carried her to the couch and sat down, propping her up and watching as she immediately sucked into the nipple, face relaxing instantly.

"Yea, you were hungry right? That's what happens when you sleep through lunch time. I hope you've learned your lesson, and that next time, you let me know alright?" He grinned, as a hand closed around his hair.

But she suddenly pulled away from the nipple and began to fuss again, halfway through the bottle "What? That's all? You're done? So much impatience for half a bottle? No, you've gotta keep going. C'mon" he offered the nipple, and she rejected it, hand pulling his hair

"Ow! Ow! Pips, no honey. Let go. C'mon. C'mon dear, let go." he set the bottle aside and used his free hand to untangle hers from his hair. She cried louder. "Hey, okay, okay, you can pull my hair off if you keep quiet. Uh? Deal?" He got more cries in response. His face fell.

"But you never did this in hospital. You didn't give Daddy hell like this. Why now? Why do you do this when I'm all alone? Am I such a bad dad? I mean I'm following every step. I'm doing my best. Please give me a break" he pleaded, changing her to an upright position.

He was doing nothing wrong, was he? He was doing everything just like he had been taught in hospital.

Well except maybe...

He had an idea and laid her on the couch "Alright, shhh. Let's try this one" he said, unbuttoning her onesie again, -making a mental note to ask Len if he could get him some bigger ones that wouldn't take forever to deal with- and bringing her back to his chest. She instinctively snuggled up, and quieted within seconds at the contact of both their skins.

And he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. "So you just wanted this? Well you should've said so earlier." He did both, out of amusement and relief.

Fuck he had cried more these past 7 hours than in the entire last decade. It was ridiculous, really. That someone so little could have such a big effect on him.

"So, where were we hon?" He offered the bottle and this time she did latch, body glued to his, and grey piercing eyes looking right through him, as if she was staring at his soul, as if she was reminding him why he was doing all this. And all the worries that had crowed him until that moment, just disappeared.

I can do this.

He didn't detach her from his chest for the rest of the day, as that seemed to keep her at peace and he didn't mind it. Rather enjoyed it.

So he changed his peed sheets and threw the nappy away, made himself some coffee and broke the mug in the process, as he struggled to do the whole thing with one hand. Then he had to pick it up and cut himself off with one of the shattered pieces. However, he didn't mind: it was worth it as long as she remained undisturbed.

"Are you two better?" Mom asked when she called in the evening.

"Yes, yes. We're... We're alright. Got the ultimate trick. I think we came to an understanding."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Where is she, by the way?"

"Right here." he pressed his lips on the top of her head, rested on his shoulder.

"Has she eaten properly?'

"Aye. Then spat some of it on me and... Yea. I think she's good." she had finished both bottles fairly quickly.

"And you? How are you eating?"

"Managed to eat half a sandwich. So not too bad."

"Finish it."

"I'm fine, mother."

"Row by neglecting yourself you're putting her in danger too. So eat properly and stay sane for the sake of you both, okay?"

He sighed. "Alright. I'll finish the stupid sandwich."

"And eat some food or whatever. Vitamins."

"Shit, this is like being 10 again."

They hung up and Row did as told, in spite of himself. Mom had a point.

So he finished the sandwich and grabbed an apple, eating it in bites, chewing it slowly and as silently as possible so he wouldn't disturb his daughter.

Damn it was cold. He'd have to turn the heat on, which he never did cause the bill afterwards was terrifying. But hell, both of them were half naked in February. And he had already spent a fortune on that prune sized person, might as well keep her alive and warm.

Then he laid down with her cuddled on his bare chest as she breathed in uneven, scary patterns, which Callie had told him were normal.

And soon, he found they were breathing in sync, every breath he took was three of hers. Or 5. Or none.

But it was normal, he reminded himself. Her breathing system has to develop still. She's fine.

He was exhausted, but completely wakeful at the same time, cause he was hypnotized by the sight of his little sleeping prune.

Like he would be countless nights in the future.

Because there was no better remedy for panic, no better way to put his thoughts in order and make him feel the strongest, happiest man on Earth than the sight of his daughter sleeping.

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As always, a big Heya to my only reader friend, @definitely-darcy. As you know I'm nervous about this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it a lot. So I hope you like It.

Xx ~Pookie

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Don't mess with me tumblr.... This is my formal request for Bucky Smut *sprinkles glitter* go get em Queenie!!!

And this is what happens when you don't properly fill out your requests, Lady! And what occurs when I'm listening to Nickleback. Inspired by Next Contestant

Touching You*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFCWord Count: 1899Warnings: Smut, Implied Violence, Swearing NSFW (18+)

He absolutely hated it.

The mission, if he could even call it that anymore, had dragged on for three solid weeks. Three solid weeks of watching as his girl was manhandled in the most aggravating way possible. Why they were even still part of this charade was beyond him.

The target had been rounded up, his cronies captured, but he was still here, standing against the wall, acting the part of bouncer as he watched over Jules, doing her thing, slinging drinks at the bar.

She made a good bartender. Gorgeous in face and form, she had legs for days, bare beneath the short black leather skirt. Her shirt was an old Nirvana one she’d clearly stolen from Tony at some point and taken scissors to. The back had been sliced through, leaving the shirt hanging in shreds across her spine, but it was the neckline she’d cut down in a deep ‘v’ which constantly drew his eyes. It more than highlighted the swell of cleavage, enhanced by whatever miracle underwear she seemed to constantly wear in order to torture him.

He couldn’t see them, but he knew there were high boots encasing her lower legs, riding up over her knees, ending halfway up her thigh.

Nat had made a wicked comment about hooker boots which had made Jules laugh, but Bucky wasn’t at all pleased with the way all his girl’s assets were on display.

Nor did he appreciate it when the manager casually put his hands on her. The assholes hands would go to her hips, her ribs, her waist, her shoulder. He’d even watched the fucker play with her hair, twist a lock of it around his finger as he flirted with Bucky’s girl.

And damn, if she hadn’t flirted back.

It was just an act, he knew it, but watching her bat her lashes at that ape was making him see red.

Then there was the patrons. The men would go up to Sam, playing the part of DJ, and ask if she was single. Asshole that he was, Sam had taken to smirking his way every time the question came up just so Bucky would know what was being asked.

He wanted to punch the fucker every time.

Sam, for his part, did inform them Jules was seeing someone, but it didn’t seem to make a difference.

They just kept coming on to her. Offering to buy her drinks, flirting like fools, complementing her features while they dragged their eyes over her body, longing to touch what wasn’t theirs to have. They’d reach across the bar, touch her hand, her arm, thinking they’d entice her into sleeping with them.

They had no clue she could easily break their wrist if they got too handsy, or that he was waiting in the wings to rip their fucking heads off.

Even the women hit on her. Sure, it was kind of hot to watch her flirt back with the ladies, made him a tad uncomfortable in the nether regions, his pants growing tight, but it didn’t mean he was willing to share. Jules was his.

Bucky didn’t share. Period.

When the sleaze of a manager put his hand on her ass, squeezed, and made her jump, Bucky felt something in his brain snap.

When she turned, placed her hand on his chest, and smiled sweetly, he saw red.

When the man dared put his hand on her back, sliding it down to grip her ass, encouraging her away from the bar toward the office, his vision tunnelled and he was pressing off the wall.

Sam was talking in his ear, Natasha only waved the man off.

He saw it all and didn’t give a shit. He was done. This mission was ending right the fuck now. Whether it was his rage, his face, or simply the way he stalked forward, everyone parted like the red sea before Moses.

Past the bar where the other bartenders were fighting to keep up with the crowd, Bucky ducked down the hallway which would take him to the scuzz manager’s office. Grunts and groaning from within had him slamming the damn door open only to stop dead in the doorway.

“Fuck, about damn time, Barnes!” Jules huffed, dragging the dead weight of the manager toward the closet.

“Baby? What the hell?” he muttered, confused.

“Yeah, so look, hun. I was gonna explain it to you, but figured you’d just kill the asshole, so I got Nat in on things. You see, Marcus here has a thing for blackmailing his female staff, forcing them to do things in order to keep their jobs. It’s either that or he has them ‘arrested’ for stealing by a cop buddy of his. No worries, Nat’s all over that shit. This was just my way of dealing with him. I made sure and put the fear of Jules in him before I knocked the little shit out. Once Nat’s done with his buddy, we’ll turn them over to the proper authorities, get things cleared up.”

Their whole operation had been set up through the clubs owner so, yeah, sleaze Marcus would have been none the wiser as to who they really were, but the fact she hadn’t told him had Bucky grinding his teeth together. The door shut quietly behind him, the lock snicking into place.

Walking across the room, he jerked a cord from a lamp, used it to bind Marcus’s hands, and tossed the asshole in the closet before turning on Jules. “You should have told me.”

She shrugged. “It was under control.”

He stalked her into the wall where he set his hands on either side of her head. “Three fucking weeks I’ve watched people touch you, put their hands on what’s mine. You should have told me, Jules.”

Her chin came up defiantly. “I’m a big girl, Sergeant. I can take care of myself.”

His lip curled back in a snarl. “Fuck that shit, Jul-”

Her mouth was suddenly on his, her hands delving beneath the hem of his dark Henley, nails scraping, dragging, teasing over his abs. Her teeth caught his lip, bit down, pulled hard.

Growling, going from angry to viciously aroused in a heartbeat, Bucky ripped her skirt up her legs, tore the underwear - nothing more than a scrap of lace - from her core, and sank his fingers inside her.

Jules cry of delight released his lip, allowing him to attack her throat, sucking, biting, licking leaving a trail of marks down her neck and across the swell of her breast. He left a large, dark hickey right over her heart, one plain for everyone to see. Palming her breast with his metal hand, hidden beneath a dark glove, he played with her drenched pussy, dragging his fingers over her fluttering walls. “Fuck you’re wet, baby.”

“You’re fault. Standing against the damn wall all hot and brooding. Looking like a damn devil with those eyes. I could feel them across the room, Bucky.”

Her words drove him wild and he’s was on his knees, face pressed to her smooth mound, tongue sweeping through her lips, lapping up the cream coating his hand, finding the hard nub. Circling, flicking, sucking until she’s arching and writhing. Low moans and harsh breathing make him smirk.

Her hands delve into his locks, tug. Her leg goes over his shoulder, opening her to him.

“Baby,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna fuck you against the wall.”

Her whole body shakes in anticipation. “Finish what you started first, Barnes,” she pants, arching into his mouth.

Chuckling, Bucky fucks his fingers inside her, curling to catch her g-spot, stroking as he sucks on her clit. It swells beneath his touch. He presses his tongue flat to it, waits for the change in her breathing which will tell him she’s close, and slowly licks firm strokes over the bud.

Her legs shake, quiver, a moan slides silkily from her lips.

It’s all he’s been waiting for. He hums, biting softly at her clit, increasing the speed and force of his fingers.

A keening wail fills his ears as sweet cream fills his mouth. Lapping, stroking, nearly purring with pleasure, he extends her orgasm until she slumps weakly against the wall.

“Up, Bucky. Please.”

He’s on his feet, cock achingly hard and heavy as he tears open the front of his jeans. They fall to his knees. Dragging her up the wall, he slides over heat and wet, coating himself in the essence of his woman. Then, with a tilt of her hips as she wraps her hands behind his neck, he’s slamming deep into tight walls.

Her ankles locked behind his back, her mouth latches back to his, and she’s sucking on his tongue in time with the plunging of his hips.

The sharp slap of flesh, the scent of sex, harsh breathing, moans and quiet swears rise in the room as he takes her hard and fast against the wall. There’s nothing better than the way her moist heat and tight clenching core feel on his cock. It makes him moan against her throat, fuck her a little harder, tighten the grip he has on her ass.

“Jules,” he growls near her ear.

“Bucky!” she screams, throwing her head back, banging it against the wall.

Gritting his teeth, he jerks her from the wall, swipes his hand over Marcus’s desk, and presses her down on it. “Fuck, baby,” his voice is hoarse as he stands up, drags her legs from his waist and holds her open so he can watch his cock disappear into her heat.

A high pitched whine leaves her lips, her body arches off the desk. Her core clamps around him, walls milking hard.

He roars her name when the orgasm is torn from him, taking him by surprise. Thrusting hard, he empties himself inside her, thighs quaking as his legs fight to hold him up. Finally he crashes forward, catching himself at the last moment on the desk to keep him from crushing her. “God damn it, Jules,” he sighs, placing soft kisses on her jaw. “So good, baby.”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, Barnes, but the cops are here to deal with Marcus. Tuck and zip, man. And thanks for the show.”

Sam’s voice through the com has him snapping upright. “Fuck!”

Jules stares up at him from her spot laid out on Marcus’s desk as he jerks his pants up. “You left your com on?” She burst out laughing.

“Shut up, Jules,” he growls, dragging her off the desk, and her skirt back down her legs. There’s nothing he can do about the scent of sex, nor the mess he’s made of her skin.

She bends to pick up her scrap of underwear and tucks it in his pocket. “A memento,” she grins cheekily.

Dragging Marcus out of the closet, he tossed the trussed up man on the floor. “Get out of here,” he grumbled. “And stay out of trouble.”

She only smirked as she sashayed her ass out the door. “The only trouble I ever get into is with you, Barnes.”

Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms and waited for the cops, wondering just how many assholes will be lined up at the bar in front of her when he gets back. A smirk twitched his lips. Didn’t matter.

He would be the only one going home with her tonight.

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