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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years ago

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Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy?

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

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After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns.

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants.

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow.

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?"

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives.

"I can try that."

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

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f1united · 3 years ago

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Secret - DR3 Imagine

Part 4 to Zoo!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Daniel Ricciardo Imagine

Summary: You share your pregnancy with his family

This contains mentions of pregnancy so please do not read if this is something you may find triggering!

Ever since you and Daniel had taken the digital test, he hadn’t left your side. The confirmation that you were growing a mini Ricciardo inside of you made him smile more than he ever had before, something that you thought was borderline impossible. He had booked a trip for the two of you to spend some time together before he was thrown back into the busy f1 season. It was as though you had just met for the first time, staying up late talking and not being able to keeps your hands off each other wherever you went. When you’d flown back to Australia nothing changed and you felt yourself falling in love with him all over again.

Daniel laid beside you in bed, one arm around your shoulders and the other holding up the precious scan photo of your little baby that had been taken yesterday. Ever since you’d been given it neither one of you could seem to stop looking at it in complete awe. Truth be told there wasn’t too much to see, you weren’t too far along but that didn’t seem to matter.

“Have you thought about how to tell your family today?” you asked, diverting you eyes from the picture to his. Today was the last day Daniel would see his family before you both headed back to Europe to finish preparing for the first race in just two weeks’ time. The annual barbeque had become a tradition and was always a lovely way to say goodbye.

You hadn’t told anyone about your pregnancy yet. You were somewhat scared that if people knew your little secret it would burst this bubble that the two of you had found yourself in. However, you knew that he probably wanted to tell his parents in person, and it was uncertain the next time that would be.

“Not really I just think I’ll know when the times right, they’re going to be so excited” you knew he was right. They would be so excited, and you didn’t have to even doubt for a second that they wouldn’t support the both of you.

“We should probably get up, they’ll be here soon” you didn’t want to move, you could’ve laid like this forever, but you did need to get ready and start the food prep. You slowly lifted yourself up, placing a kiss on Daniel’s forehead as he unwrapped himself from you. It wasn’t until you were on your feet that you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and let out a small gasp.

“Daniel look” his eyes snapped towards you and watched intently as you carefully touched the small bump. You hadn’t started showing much and you were sure that this was just being you hadn’t been to the toilet yet this morning but none the less it all started to feel a bit more real.

“Oh my god” Daniel climbed out of bed and stood behind you, placing his arms and hands over yours to hold the little baby too.

“I suppose I should go and pick out a floaty dress for the day” you smiled. It didn’t take long for everyone to arrive. You had let them all in while Daniel stayed in the garden with his barbeque and his beer. They never came empty handed and you gave them a hand carrying the food through to the dining table outside. His nephew was the first one to greet Daniel, shortly followed by everyone else.

“What does everyone want to drink?” you asked as everyone began to sit down. You figured this way you could pour yourself a soft drink without anyone noticing you weren’t on the alcohol too.

“Another one of these please” Daniel waved his beer can towards you and you nodded in acknowledgement.

“I’ll have a glass of white wine if you’ve got one please” His mum asked, shortly followed with an agreement of his sister while her husband followed suit.

You turned your attention towards his dad.

“I’ll come in and give you a hand” he replied to which you gratefully accepted.

“Isaac what about you?”

“What have you got” he asked as he ran around the garden.

“Oooooo where do I start, fizzy drinks, fruit shoots”

“Why don’t you go with Auntie Y/N and have a look” His mum suggested to which he nodded his head and ran towards the kitchen while you and Joe followed behind.

You opened the fridge stacked with drinks as Isaac held his hands up for up to lift him up. You placed him on your hip as you went through the different options with him until he decided on some lemonade.

“Now can I trust you to give Uncle Daniel his beer without drinking it before you get there?” you asked. “And then I’ll bring out your drink with mine?” The little boy nodded furiously as you handed him the can and put him down on the floor before watching him run off. You grabbed the lemonade and wine from the fridge and placed it next to the glasses Joe had just got out the cupboard. You felt your chest get warm at the site of Isaac passing Daniel the beer and giving him a hug in response.

“How have you been” Joe asked, snapping you out of your little daydream.

“Good actually” you replied, “Really good”.

“I can tell” he laughed slightly at how smiley you were. “I take it you won’t be having one of these” he nodded towards the wine he has cracked open and started distributing between the glasses. Your evident shock made him laugh once more. “Don’t worry, I got you a wine glass for your lemonade, no one needs to know” he gave you a small wink.

“Is it really that obvious?” You asked him as you finished pouring yours and Isaacs drinks.

“Not at all you just have this unmistakable pregnancy glow, Grace had the same thing when she was pregnant with Daniel. I don’t think anyone else has picked up on it” you breathed a sigh of relief at his honesty.

“We were planning on telling you all today” you admitted

“I knew as soon as he sent us those pictures of you away on holiday, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy. Grace insisted you’d secretly got engaged or eloped” you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. You were so grateful for the relationship you had with Joe, and so was Daniel.

“I hadn’t even thought about that if I’m honest. We had the first scan yesterday” You pulled open the drawer to the left of you and placed it on the side. You knew you would have needed it close by to show the others at some point this afternoon, you just didn’t realise it would be so soon. His eyes filled up with tears slightly as he brought you in for a hug.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so happy for the both of you”

“I can’t wait to see him become a dad” you admitted as you buried your head in his shoulder in an attempt to reduce the tears.

“What am I missing out on here?” Daniel voice shocked the both of you as you let go of Joe and looked at the Australian walking through the kitchen towards you.

“We were just talking about how great of a dad you’re going to be” Joe smiled at his son as Daniel looked between the two of you slightly confused. “Oh come on she didn’t tell me I can just tell, I don’t know how your mother can’t. It just takes one look at the two of you to know there’s something going on. Plus, the last few times we’ve seen you, you haven’t been able to keep your hands off her belly. Usually they’re on her arse”. You let out a laugh at his comment as he gave Daniel a hug.

“Now lets go and eat, Dan can you carry some of these out?” Joe asked as you watched Dan slide the scan photo into his back pocket.

It wasn’t long before you all tucked into the food and spent the afternoon chatting about old memories and making new ones. A badminton tournament had broken out at one point, then Isaac had decided he wanted to go swimming so hopped into he pool with Daniel for a while.

It wasn’t until the sun started to set that you remembered you had dessert in the fridge.

“Ill come and grab them with you” Daniel stated as he got up from the table and held your hand as you both walked into the kitchen. The second you were out of sight from the others he pulled you in for a kiss. You giggled slightly at the taste of beer on his lips.

“What was the for Ricciardo?” you asked him as he hugged you tightly.

“What I’m not allowed to kiss my girlfriend anymore? The mother of my child?”

“Keep your voice down” you reminded him as he trailed a few kisses down your neck and collar bone. “Seriously what had gotten into you?” You giggled as he looked up to meet your eye, you could see the tipsiness dancing around them. “Your mum brought over some champagne for a toast to you leaving, I was thinking we could open it with dessert and tell them then?” Daniel nodded in front of you, almost immediately appearing to have sobered up as he planted his hands on your belly.

“I love you so much” he told you as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you more” you told him as you shared a kiss once more.

Joe began to fill up the champagne glasses once you’d both returned to the table as you began to cut everyone a slice of the cake you’d brought and it wasn’t long until Grace stood up with her glass in hand.

“I just wanted to raise a toast, to appreciating the time we’ve had with Daniel and to wish him all the best in the new season” Before everyone could cheers, Daniel stood up to and you felt your body become nervous with excitement as he held onto your hand tightly.

“Before we leave we just wanted to say how much we’re going to miss you so we have a picture that we want you to keep while we’re away” Daniel dug into his pocket and handed the image to Isaac first who was sat next to you.

“What is it?” he asked. You point at the small shape in the middle of the image.

“That right there is a picture of Baby Ricciardo” you moved your hands to your stomach and rubbed it slightly. “Who right now is sat in here” Gasps were heard all around the table as Isaac passed the picture to his mum.

“So it’s your baby?” He asked

“Mine and Daniel’s yes, it’s your little cousin” you told him.

“Oh my!” you looked over to Grace who was making her way towards you both with her arms wide open as you got up from your chair to embrace her.

“I’m going to be a nanny again” she cried as the rest of the table got up to congratulate you. “Joe get up your sons going to be a dad”

“Oh I know, she’s been on the lemonade all day” He chuckled. After the evening had come to an end and everyone had said their goodbyes you climbed into bed with Daniel and you both just smiled at one another as you realised that nothing was going to stop the love you both shared and that your baby might just be the most loved person in the entire world.

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simsroyallegacy · 2 years ago

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Act I Epilogue, Part V

Eight Months After the Explosion, Huntington House, Ancastor, Lunaria – 5:46 PM

Transcript under the cut

Annaliese: You look absolutely stunning! My brother is a lucky man.

Minerva: *laughing* You’re being too sweet again, Ana, stop. Besides, I don’t know if I’m feeling up to date night anymore.

Annaliese: What?! You can’t! I finally get Maggie all to myself!

Minerva: Well, don’t let me get in the way of your Auntie and niece time then.

Annaliese: I won’t! Besides, you and Nicky have been working so hard these past few months – you definitely deserve tonight off to yourselves.

Minerva: *sighs* I suppose.

Annaliese: Okay, what’s going on Minnie? You are not as enthusiastic as I thought you’d be. You finally get a weekend off from work and the kiddo and, according to Plumbob Weekly, you’re spending it with Lunaria’s hottest Royal...

Minerva: Don’t sound so jealous Ana. Someday you’ll be number one in the tabloids.

Annaliese: Yeah, maybe when Nicky takes you off the market for good.

Minerva: *scoffs* Well, I guess that won’t be happening any time soon.It’s been eight months and I thought...I thought he was ready after the incident but he hasn’t even hinted at popping the question.

Annaliese: Nothing? Really? He's crazy about you Minnie, maybe he's just waiting for the perfect moment? The media has been following you two closely after his stint in the hospital.

Minerva: I just feel as if we're wasting time at this point..it's been so long since everything with Isadora. I just want to have our moment.

Annaliese: Oh Minnie...

Minerva: It's fine, I guess. I can be patient!

Minerva: Enough about my non-existent engagement Ana; what do you think? Am I ready for a date with your brother?

Annaliese: I’m thinking you’re missing something...perhaps a necklace?

Minerva: You’re right...give me a moment I’ve got just the thing...

Annaliese: *whistling* Look at that view. It’s been a long time since I’ve been out in Ancastor proper. I’m surprised Nicky decided to pick our mum’s favorite vacation spot to raise Maggie.

Minerva: I told him we should take her somewhere more remote after everything that happened. There’s better security in place here and it’s so peaceful.

Minerva: I love it here. This place...it’s definitely become home for us.

Annaliese: I’m glad for you guys. Nicky’s been avoiding this place for years now and it’s such a shame. *mumbling* He got all the good stuff from Mum and Dad.

Minerva: Don’t pout Ana, it’s unbecoming of a Princess.

Annaliese: You sound just like my nanny, ew.

Annaliese: Oh my, Minnie, look at the time! We’ve got to get you downstairs for dinner!

Minerva: Just a moment, let me grab my necklace.

Annaliese: *whistling* That’s a fine necklace there, Your Imperial Highness. I wonder who could’ve gifted that to you?

Minerva: *sighs* I’m pretty sure you helped your brother pick it out for me Ana.

Annaliese: *snickering* I do good work don’t I?

Minerva: I won’t stroke your ego until you help him find a ring.

Annaliese: Hey! You never know, maybe he already has one picked out. Maybe tonight’s the night you’ve been waiting for!

Minerva: *scoffing* I doubt it. As if you’d be able to keep that a secret.

Annaliese: Oh, I don’t know about that...I’m very well versed in keeping secrets. Especially for my big brothers.

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Also a quick shoutout to @glitterberrysims for making Minnie’s new necklace. I’ve finally caught up in the story to be able to use your wonderful commissions! Thank you so, so much!

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crybabytoy59 · 4 years ago

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Shopping trip pt3

Aunty Dee went behind me as she did I could feel her at my back passage “let’s get your fuck hole sorted baby girlie” Aunty Pea was lifting a needle to put it to a syringe smiling at me as she did so she lent forward pushing the sharp needle to the center of my nipple from the front ! I watched as the whole 3” disappeared into my nipple I could feel the cold steel pushing through my flesh as she went very slowly to have me appreciate what she was doing “Ready Aunty Dee ?” ..

“Yes Aunty Pea all set back here ...on three...

I squealed as Aunty Pea pushed a stinging fluid into my nipple ! At the same time Aunty Dee pushed a long balloon plug up inside me ! This she was now hand pumping larger & larger Deep in my rectum ! ....Aunty Pea pushed another needle into my other nipple pushing the plunger I could hardly see her for tears now ! “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way nice big tears for us cutie !” .....

Aunty Dee was pushing a steel oval up the plug tube this had a hollow at its centre with a thin rubber membrane, that held the tube! I gasped as she pushed the plug inside me...at its base was a large curved ring that was just bigger than my anal passage this ring had slits around it six in total, Aunty Pea was handing her the surgical pliers Nanny had used in my nipples with theses she pinched a bit of skin at my rear pulling it up through a slot, Aunty Dee lifted a gun putting something to it I felt her push it to my back passage ! There was a loud bang then I felt pain in my anal hole ! They both smiled looking at the New anal piercing ! Pulling the next bit of skin through the slot they fired the gun & a second stud was set... I was now howling as the door opened & Nanny came in with wine !

My my Crybaby’s getting quite the treatment look at this lovely New anal ring sweetheart... look at me baby! Yes sweetheart your now open permanently so baby will be in nappy’s 24/7 !

There was another bang as the last stud went in !

I now had a silver ring at my rear with studs that looked like small dummy’s!!

Aunty pea patted it to sounds of me whimpering..... Don’t fret crybaby the walls are thin rubber, so when your being used baby will still feel all the lovely cocks up inside her ! They all laughed...

Now let’s get you ready for Nanny’s next “Surprise” Crybaby as this is going to be So Much fun !...

Nanny was at my cheek kissing it “But am afraid Not for you my wee Lie telling Fuck Toy !.....

Annty Pea turned the volume up on the heart monitor I could now hear the rapid bleeping of my own heart beat !

The girls all looked at each other knowing this would make them see how “Crybaby” would take to her new position in life...

As the girls got ready Nanny was lifting a large black syringe with a cock shape on its end, it was fully drawn & had a rubber balloon hanging at the last part of the syringe behind the plunger?....

Next she lifted bandage scissors & started cutting the vet wrap from my head,throwing it into a waiting bucket, she teased my sore mouth open to retrieve the lime !

“My my girls look at this Crybaby has at least got this much right..haven’t you Sweetheart? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby Girlie that’s very good now I want my girlie to be very brave now as Nanny is going to do something that your cute mind won’t want to accept Sweetheart ! But trust Nanny it is going to happen ! so try to be a brave Baby !....Now Open Wide....No Crybaby Pain Toy WIDER !! Clever girlie baby!...Never mind what the girls are doing look at Nanny !”

To my left the girls were both putting on Strap’On harnessing!

Nanny lofted a clear plastic lip guard pushing into my mouth till I thought my lips would rip ! next she screwed a clear short tube to it...

Lifting the big syringe she chuckled “Be brave Sweetheart” the rubber cock part went over my tongue I couldn’t help probing it with my tongue as I did the soft rubber opened slightly to a soft goo ?

Nanny screwed the end of the syringe then spoke “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it Now just Swallow Don’t think about it listen to Nanny’s voice sweetheart !! Clever girlie baby Your doing Very well....AhAh No keep swallowing Crybaby Pain Toy....Almost done ! CLEVER Girlie potty Baby !”...

Nanny withdrew the plunger seeing the look on my face as I suddenly wrenched the content of the syringe back into its main body the rubber bag bellowed outwards !

I was panting with tears & snot now pouring from me ! As I was genuinely panicking over what had just been done to me but I had no time to ponder as Nanny barked !

“Swallow It Again ! Crybaby Pain Toy !” The flowdown my throat was relentless !

But again I wrenched it back into the syringe!! ....

As Nanny simply pushed a third time !

“Crybaby that’s ok sweetheart trust us we have all night You Are Keeping this Down Pain Toy...Girls why don’t we make a start on her other end !

Aunty Pea laughed “Why yes nanny lets see her be a Clever toilet girlie as we fuck her nice & hard!”.....

I felt Aunty Pea at my sore rear pushing past the rubber sleeve Deep in to my rectum as I wrenched again !

Slowly she started fuck in my sissy hole but Not gently She would take the 7” Intruder out then slam it home holding my hips as Nanny & Aunty Dee mocked me !

“What a clever Crybaby Pain Toy ! Is that nice sweetheart? ....Moan baby Moan loud for us ! Or Cutie we will Do this for hours ! Up To baby girlie?”

Aunty Dee Burst out laughing at Nanny’s cruel words...Words that had me Moaning as I cried For Them !..she knelt down thrust her hips... “Crybaby am next & am going to Fuck that cute sissy hole until am exhausted & spent ! Swallow for Nanny ! Toilet girlie ! Best get used to being used Pain Toy !”

Nanny pushed the plunger but this time I was Destroyed & it stayed Down !

As Nanny undid the syringe she spoke to me..

“Are you sorry you told Lies Crybaby?”

Ga’Ga.... Ga’Ga.... NANNY Ga’Ga!!!....

My Nanny looked truly surprised over my huge out Burst !!....

“Clever girlie... can you stop please Aunty Pea...,. Crybaby look at me ! That was Very Genuine & Nanny truly believes your remorse..

So she will stop punishing you for your Lies !...

Now hush hush baby ! ( Nanny was teasing my nipples, gently rubbing between the nails !) ...

Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way breath Deeper...

Now sweetheart Did Nanny say You could use Big words ?

( Goo’goo) Clever girlie No she did Not...

So should We Punish our Baby ? (Ga’Ga) ...

Clever girlie Yes let’s Up Your Punishment as Nanny has obviously been way too soft with her baby girlie!!”

I had forgotten how Nanny loved mind Games ! ....

I was crying Hysterically now !

Nanny lifted pliers..slowly pulling the nails out ! She sat me up straight the nails still in my skin to each side of my nipples...

“Sweetheart Hush now...(Nanny cuddled me onto her shoulder)..Hush Hush Baby Breath! Come on Deeply in & out for Nanny”

This took me completely off guard as I cried my eyes out over her shoulder I found my self nursing at her neck & shoulder Breathing in & out to her commands of me...

I could smell her perfume, her skin...the warmth of her embrace, I had always loved how Nanny cuddled me.I didn’t care that this time it was in front of the girls.I just wanted to feel at one with my Nanny...

Slowly my crying ebbed to soft sobbing...she again spoke to me softly her words like velvet...

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s good....Just Breath for Us...Clever girlie..Ah ah its ok just ignore what the girls are doing...Breath for Nanny”

Behind me the girls were working fast now, while Nanny had my mind in her grip !

Aunty Dee had put a large metal pole to the frame behind me,this had a pad at the base of my back & two vertical pads each side of my spine at should height, at its very top to the base of my neck was a Sever looking posture collar !

Suddenly I was aware that my tummy was being pulled in by a belt, at that Nanny was pushing me backwards to meet the collar...I whimpered aloud !

But Nanny simply spoke very gently..

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s it just relax for us.... As Baby am Afraid we are still Very far for through yet Crybaby”

Aunty Pea Spoke....

“Crybaby put your headie All the way back for Aunty Dee !..No cutie All the way BACK !!! Do it Pain Toy !”

My neck was held fast by the wicked collar now as All three of them towered over me !

Nanny spoke....

“Crybaby will Nanny punish her Girlie for Big Talk?..”...

Ga’Ga.....they All clapped....as new tears started..Aunty Dee mocked..

Aawww look girls tears of joy over Baby continuing her Punishment session ! Are they Cutie? Are they tears of Joy Crybaby? Answer me Pain Toy! (Ga’Ga)Clever girlie Crybaby that’s great to see cutie let’s have You shedding far more Tears then Baby Girlie!!!” ...

Nanny appeared at my face ....

“Take a Big Deep Breath Pain Toy & Hold it In !... Clever girlie baby..Aunty Pea !”

Aaaaaahhhhhhh......wwaahhh’ Waaahhh WWWwwwaaaaHhhh !

What a Fucking Pathetic Thing You Are Crybaby!...The girls started spitting into my Mouth !!!....

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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It’s You and Me - Chapter 5

It’s You and Me: A Hawkeye Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 2575

Rating: E

Warnings: Action, mentions of sex and death

Synopsis: You and Clint Barton go way back. Since you joined the circus as a child, he took it upon himself to keep you away from the people who really wanted to hurt you. For years the two of you danced a line between dark and light.

When he chooses light the two of you go your separate ways.

Fifteen years later he tracks you down. Those feelings the two of you shared never went away, but now he is not only an Avengers but a single father. Can the two of you make it work after all this time when your lives have gone in such different directions?

A series told in flashbacks and current day.

Chapter 5: Now

You blinked over at the three children that were sitting watching morning cartoons. All had dark hair, light eyes, and pale complexions, with a smattering of freckles over their cheeks. They all definitely looked related but none particularly resembled the blond 6’4 archer who was claiming to be their father. The oldest was a boy around thirteen years old that sat on the recliner with his legs crossed playing a game on a tablet. The girl was the middle child and only a couple of years younger than her brother. She sat on the couch with a glass of orange juice, her eyes fixed on the episode of Adventure Time currently playing. The youngest which you assumed was the one Clint had called Nate, was sitting in front of the coffee table with a plastic cup of milk. He was much younger than the other two by a lot. You figured he couldn’t be older than five but was more likely three or four.

As you took it all in, the shock didn’t seem to abate at all. You looked at Clint with your brow furrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me you had kids?” You whispered.

“I didn’t think you’d be here when you woke up,” Clint said, sliding the dinosaur pancakes onto a colorful melamine plate. You watched on as he added more batter to the griddle and then syrup to the pancakes and attempted to get your head around what was going on. He took the pancakes and put them in front of the little boy before coming back to you and taking your hand, leading you back into the stairwell and up a few steps. You noticed the girl notice you. She watched as her father led you up the stairs and then turned back to the TV.

“What… what… what the hell, Clint?” You said when you were safely out of earshot.

“Okay,” Clint said, putting his hands up like he was surrendering. “We haven’t seen each other for years. Years and years. I had a life. That’s all. And I didn’t tell you yesterday because you seemed so flighty. I figured what was the point. You’d run off in the night and we’d go back to being exactly where we were before yesterday happened.”

“But you blew up my before yesterday life,” you argued.

“I know,” he said, and relaxed his hands, gingerly taking one of yours. “I know, okay? I’m sorry. Can we start fresh?”

You let out a breath and nodded.

“Hey,” he said. “Remember me? It’s Clint. I met you at the circus when you were still a kid. Shit, I was still a kid too. I taught you how to use a sword and ride a horse.”

You smiled a little. “Yeah, I remember.”

“What have you been up to?” Clint asked. “Me? I joined the government organization, SHIELD. I was a spy and assassin. I bet you didn’t expect that. But I have to admit, I wasn’t great at either. Then I was an Avenger. You’ve heard of those guys? They’re like Superheroes? It’s kind of a big deal. Anyway… what else? Oh right. I got married. She was a single mom. I ended up adopting her kids, and then later we had one together.”

“Where is she?” You asked the sudden concern that you might have helped Clint cheat on his wife hitting you.

Clint frowned. “She died,” he said. “Car accident on the way home from the store. A drunk driver slammed into her at a T intersection.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. You let him have time to work out what he wanted to do with the emotions he had attached to the memory and when he opened his eyes again, he looked a little sadder than he had before. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I kinda assumed you’d bail on me. But I am totally here for you sticking around too. I wanted you to come with me back… before. That never changed. So if you wanna try - whatever. Or the kids are a deal-breaker. Whatever. Just… I’m here. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

“I know you never liked kids…”

“I liked kids,” you interrupted. “I just never wanted them.”

“Right, well,” he said. “You want to meet mine?”

“Sure,” you said with a small nod, closing your hand around his.

Clint led you back downstairs and flipped the pancakes on the griddle as he passed it. “Hey kids, I want you to meet my friend. She’s going to be staying here for a bit,” he gave them your name and then began to indicate to each kid. “That’s Cooper over there. Then Lila. And the little guy is Nate.”

“Hi,” you said, aiming for cheery. “It’s nice to meet you.”

They all echoed their hellos not particularly giving you too much attention, the way most kids did when you interrupted them doing something they enjoyed. Clint’s dog ran to the door and began wagging his tail and a second later the door opened.

“Oh and this is Ebony,” Clint said. “The nanny. She lives here too.”

Ebony had a flustered look about her as she sidestepped Lucky with a large basket of laundry. “Here’s the clothes. I really gotta go. I’m meeting people in Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Thank you. I mean it, thank you. You’re a lifesaver,” Clint said, taking the laundry basket off her and thrusting it into your arms. “I owe you one.”

“You owe me at least fifty,” Ebony said. “Do not call me unless it’s the end of the world.”

“Right, of course. Have fun,” Clint said as she grabbed her purse.

“See you, trouble makers,” she called as she hurried back out the door.

Clint returned to the pancakes and served up another batch before adding more batter again. “Your clothes are in there,” he said, indicating to the basket. “She agreed to do an emergency load of laundry for you because she said it would be a crime to force you out of the house in old Mrs. Wheeler’s clothes. And don’t worry, she knows how to launder armor, she takes care of mine.”

You laughed. “I like her already.”

“Go up and change and I’ll have breakfast waiting for you when you get back down,” he said.

When you came back downstairs, Clint was plating up the last of the pancakes as well as bacon, eggs, and fresh fruit. It was a little startling to you given the last time you’d seen him he lived on coffee and cold pizza.

Clint smiled at you and when you approached, he put his hand on your arm and drew you in a little closer. Just before his lips touched yours he looked into your eyes. “Is this okay?”

You swallowed and nodded, not exactly sure if it would be, but wanting it nonetheless. Clint brought his lips to yours. This kiss was brief, but passionate, like you were doing something forbidden and clandestine, even though there was nothing about the two of you together that should feel like that at all. When he pulled back, he tapped your ass and grabbed his plate. “Come on,” he said.

You grabbed your breakfast and followed Clint to the couch and sat down on the only available recliner. “Alright kids,” Clint said, as Lucky came and put his head in his lap, in the hopes Clint might give him bacon. “We have a little bit to get done today and you’re with me. We’re gonna take the subway into the city. I need to drop something off at work. I might see if Auntie Nat can hang out with you for a bit. You all okay with that?”

They all agreed and then he turned to you. “We can go over to your place after that if you want. Grab some of your stuff.”

“You gonna go armed?” You asked.

“Naturally,” Clint said, dropping a wink at you.

“Then after all that, we can do something fun. You wanna go to Central Park while we’re in the city? We can go to the zoo or on the carousel.”

“Can we stay late and see a musical?” Cooper asked.

Clint raised an eyebrow at him. “Of all the things I expected to come out of one of my kids’ mouths, that was not one of them,” he said. “What do you guys think? I guess we can see Aladdin.”

“Matilda,” Nate said, excitedly.

“Oh yeah? You want to see a play about someone like your Auntie Wanda?” Clint joked.

They all talked plans over breakfast and you sat quietly feeling a little out of place. It was clear that Clint loved his kids a lot, but even more clear was that he wanted to give them the happy, healthy, childhood that he’d been denied. There was never a suggestion that was thrown out without discussion. Nothing was a bad idea. It also explained the effort that he’d put into breakfast.

There were signs of the Clint you knew when you left though. The dishes were just dumped into the sink and rather than putting the weapons he planned on bringing in a case, he just shoved them into a duffle bag.

The dog came along on the trip and for a while, you wondered how he was going to get him on the subway. But when you got there he was put awkwardly into a backpack that Clint had been carrying and Clint wore the golden retriever on the train.

The kids and the dog were dropped off with the person you only knew as Black Widow from news reports. Thankfully your criminal activity was fairly low key and more of the civil disobedience kind, so the Avengers ignored you. But you knew people who had had run-ins with her, and it never turned out well for them.

Then Clint had taken you up to see Captain America and Tony Stark. They’d obviously been alerted to his presence and the reason for him being there because both were dressed fairly casually (the Captain in a light blue t-shirt that clung to his skin and a brown leather jacket while Stark had a t-shirt with a science pun on it over dress pants), but they were both waiting for him.

“Got it,” Clint said, pulling the microdrive out of his pocket. Stark snatched it and patted Clint on the cheek.

“Not just a pretty face after all,” he said, going over to one of the consols and plugging it in.

“And who is this?” Steve asked, nodding to you.

“This is my friend,” Clint said. “We knew each other at the circus. She helped with this, but I got her burned. You think she can … you know…? Join up?”

“Just going to start recruiting people, Link from the past?” Tony teased, without looking up from the computer.

“What can you do?” the Captain asked, ignoring Stark and looking you over.

“Whoah,” you said holding up your hands. “Who said I even wanted to be part of your elite group of do-gooders?”

“I like her,” Tony said. “She’s got my vote.”

The Captain rolled his eyes but that was the most he acknowledged either you or Stark.

“She’s good, Cap,” Clint said. “She can fight, and she’s agile as hell. Can get from one side of the room to the other without touching the ground when it’s just a room with a few other people. She can even balance on the blade of a sword.”

Steve looked at you, impressed. “Well,” he said. “If you ever change your mind, you’re welcome to try out. If you can keep up with Clint and Nat, you’re in.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you snarked.

“Alright,” Clint said, shaking his head. “Enjoy your intel. We have a couple of other things to do today.”

The Captain looked at the duffle bag Clint was carrying. “Do you need any help?”

“We’ve got it,” Clint answered. “It’ll probably be nothing.”

Clint couldn’t have been more wrong. When you got to the rundown building you lived in, the security doors were both broken wide open but when you got to your floor, the door was still closed.

“Ready?” Clint asked as you looked over the door for any signs of tampering.

You nodded. “Wonder what their plan is?” You said. “You think they’re inside?”

He nodded. “Either that or watching us through that apartment and they want to block our escape route.”

“Should we go through the window?” You asked.

“Nah,” he said. “Might as well take them head-on.”

You shrugged and pushed open the door. Jasper meowed at you impatiently and hissed in the direction of the neighbor’s door. He was the only life to be found in your place and you sighed. They were planning to ambush you.

“Lock the door and push the table up against it,” you said. Clint nodded and you went and started shoving things into bags. It was hard to decide what you wanted to keep and what you didn’t when you were under pressure to decide. You tried to balance things that you needed now, with things that had some kind of sentimental value. Thankfully, the circus had meant you’d gotten good at packing light and didn’t have a lot of things that you had a strong sentimental attachment to because it was only a couple of minutes before they were banging on the door.

“Might want to hurry, sugar,” Clint said, as someone fired at the locks. He nocked an arrow and pointed at the door.

“I’m hurrying,” you said, and grabbed a jacket and put it on. “Jasper, come here buddy,” you said, picking up your cat and zipping up your jacket around him. He wasn’t exactly happy to be in there, but thankfully despite your kevlar not being strong enough to keep out snake fangs, it handled cat claws fine.

The door shoved forward a little and Clint loosed an arrow, pinning someone's hand to the doorframe. Whoever it was screamed. One of Zelda’s snakes slithered through the gap as whoever it was that was pinned to the door tried to muscle it open.

“Time to go,” Clint said, rushing to your side and wrapping his arm around your waist. You let him hustle you to the window and he shot a grappling arrow at the building across from yours. “That open window, there,” Clint said, pointing. “You got this?”

“Please, look who you’re talking to,” you said.

The two of you hoisted yourself through the window and jumped as the door was shoved open. Clint let you go as you arced over the gap between the buildings and you launched yourself off Clint’s thighs, stretching out, whilst holding your bags close to your body, so you dived headfirst through the window over the road, tucking yourself into a ball and rolling as you hit the ground. The old lady who lived there started screaming. Clint, came through the window feet first just after you, forward rolling to break the impact. “Sorry, ma’am!” He announced as he rolled straight to his feet and grabbed your arm, running to the door. “Avengers business!”

You started laughing as the two of you ran through the door and out into the hall. “Oh my god, Clint!” You shouted. “I missed this!”

Clint grinned at you as he jumped over the staircase railings. “Me too, babe.”

// NEXT

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tchallasbabymama · 4 years ago

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Isn’t She Lovely

Hey beautiful people, here’s chapter 11 of Playlist. Check out my masterlist here to catch up and to read my other stories.

Also, In a couple weeks I’ll be starting up “Ménage `a Trois”, a T’Challa x OC x M’Baku throuple fic. Check out the preview here! Word count: 6800

CW: pregnancy complications, a lil smut

“What about T’Kiri?”

“What is it with you all and these apostrophe names? No. How about Adana?”

T’Challa shook his head and scrunched up his nose.

“I hooked up with an Adana once, pass.”

Ashanti rolled her eyes, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a whore back in the day this would be easier.”

Shuri caught the tail end of their conversation and cackled loudly as she entered the kitchen.

“Still trying to come up with names?” She asked as she sat next to Ashanti, now towards the end of her second trimester. The princess grabbed a mango and started slicing away, handing some to Ashanti without her even needing to ask.

“Yes, and half of the girl names I suggest remind your brother here of his sordid past.”

T’Challa rolled his eyes as he continued to fix her a plate of fish and plantains, her latest craving combination. “My past is not sordid, in fact it was quite fun-”

Ashanti stared at him with vibranium daggers in her eyes and he changed his tune, clearing his throat.

“What I mean is, um-”

“Mmmhm. Anyways, this baby will be here before we even know what to call them,” Ashanti put her head in her hands and Shuri rubbed her back.

“Are you open to suggestions?”

“Sure, why not?” Ashanti gave in.

“I’ve always liked Jendayi for a girl.”

“Jendayi…”

The parents both rolled the name around their mouths and looked to each other for confirmation.

“Ok I like it, it’s going on the list.”

“How many names do you have so far?” “We have Nailah, and Jendayi for a princess. A prince would either be Dakarai, Hasani, Kendi, Shaka, or Omari.” Ashanti pulled the prince names out of thin air since they knew they were having a girl, but wanted to throw her off their trail.

“Oooh, good choices.”

“Thank you,” she playfully stuck her tongue out at T’Challa and he gave her the “you’re gonna get it later” look. Her face got hot and she looked away, knowing she had been working his nerves all day long. Ashanti dug into her food and smiled at how even when she was being difficult he would pull out all the stops for her. He scooped some fish and plantains onto his plate and stood with his back against the counter, devouring his food.

“So I see you two are still on that weird ‘baba pregnancy’ thing.”

“Thank Bast for the heart shaped herb or I wouldn't be able to fit into my suit,” T’Challa mused before he and Shuri heard a small sniffle.

“Lucky for you. I feel like an elephant.”

“Oh, my love, I didn’t mean-”

“I know, I just. Ugh, hormones,” she laughed through her tears and he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and rubbing her baby bump as he rested his head on top of hers, wishing his baby girl would kick for him.

The princess watched the adorable interaction and sighed. The more she saw of Ashanti’s pregnancy, the more she realized she would never put herself through that ever in her life. Shuri felt she was destined to be the Cool Aunt, not someone’s mother.

“Well I just came for a snack, I’ll see myself out before the two of you start practicing for baby number two.”

They chuckled, but understood. Lately they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other and oftentimes forgot to tone it down when there were other people in the room.

“We can behave, we promise.”

“Speak for yourself,” T’Challa grumbled into her ear, causing her to giggle.

Shuri wretched loudly as she left the room.

“She’s so easy,” T’Challa laughed at his sister’s habit of disappearing whenever they got too close.

“She’ll be a great auntie though. Imagine her teaching our little girl, she’ll be a genius!”

“Who do you think taught Shuri?” he asked, slightly taken aback.

“I just sort of assumed she came out the box fully assembled.”

He laughed at her and reached for her plate.

“No, I’ll get it baby, you do so much for me,” she turned around on her stool and gave him a kiss before hopping off and grabbing her plate. Before she made it around the counter T’Challa got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach and she faltered, dropping the dish with a loud crash and fainting into his arms.

When she woke up she was in Shuri’s lab with her midwife, Binta, T’Challa, and Shuri all surrounding her.

“What happened?”

“You fainted, love,” T’Challa’s voice was shaky.

“Am I...is the-”

“They’re ok, but dear...you have preeclampsia. Your blood pressure is through the roof, it’s amazing this didn’t happen sooner,” the midwife, Ramla, pointed out. “And you’re lucky the king was there or it could have been much worse.”

T’Challa intertwined their fingers and squeezed her hand. She could tell he was shaken up.

“Ok so what now?” the queen asked. Binta grabbed her other hand and looked to both the soon-to-be parents.

“You’re on bedrest, sweetie.”

“What does that mean?”

They all locked eyes with each other in a silent conversation.

“It means we need to keep your stress levels down so you and your baby can stay healthy.”

“You mean, keep me from getting worse…” her voice softened from the emotions welling up inside her.

T’Challa looked to the midwife and she nodded before leading everyone else out of the room. Once they were alone her tears flowed freely and he wiped them away, letting a couple of his own fall right along with hers.

“You scared me, Kitten,” his hand found its way to his daughter, like always. “I thought I lost you...both of you.”

“We’re here, baby,” her hand cupped his face and brought his lips down to hers. She kissed him lightly and wiped away his tears now. She knew that although anybody would have been scared in that situation, T’Challa was especially worried about the same thing happening to Ashanti that happened to his mother, and now his worst fears were coming true. She kissed him again and he leaned against the table to get closer. “I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not, I’ll go drag you back myself.”

Ashanti chuckled, but she knew he meant every word.

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T’Challa pulled up to the small home on the outskirts of town and parked his hoverbike around back before heading up to the door and knocking. When the door opened he was met with the sight of a short and stout woman with long gray hair braided down her back. Her face lit up when she saw him and her warm eyes crinkled as she smiled. Her smile was short-lived though as she quickly reverted to fussing at him.

“It’s been too long, T’Challa.”

“Yes ma’am, I know. My apologies.”

“Mhm, get in here.” she opened her arms and he came in for one of her famous hugs that made all your problems disappear.

“You should stop by and say hi to your old nanny more often,” Ada chastised him. “But I’m glad to see you. Come in, make yourself at home. Are you hungry? I just finished dinner, I’ll get you a plate.”

He wasn’t, but he knew better than to turn down food from Ada.

“So what brings the king to my doorstep?”

“Ada, you changed my diapers, I’m not ‘the king’ to you.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong, you were always a king. Plus it’s just so funny to say ‘I used to wash the king’s ass’,” she set down a plate just as he took a seat, both laughing. “So, what’s bothering you?”

“Why does something have to-”

“Boy please, get to talking.”

He had hoped he could work his way up to the conversation, but Ada could always read him like a book. He let out a deep sigh and leaned back in his seat.

“It’s Ashanti…”

“Hormones driving you crazy already? It’s just going to get worse from here, so strap in.”

“No, well yes, but I can handle her mood swings...mostly. It’s about her health...she was diagnosed with preeclampsia just the other day and I…,” he sighed again and ran his hand down his face.

“I understand,” she said, taking his hand in her much smaller ones. “T’Challa she’s not your mother.”

“I know that on some level, but it’s the same ailment and I just can’t get those thoughts out of my head.”

“Of course.”

“And she still hasn’t kicked-”

“She? Awwww, you’re going to spoil her rotten.”

“That is what Ashanti and mama say. You all act as though I have no self-control.”

“You won’t once she stares up at you with those big brown eyes and goes ‘pleeease baba’. I’d bet money on it.”

“You three have no faith in me,” he chuckled as he shook his head.

“Oh I have all the faith in the world, dear. You’ll be a great baba, just as I’m sure you are a great husband.”

“I am trying. She’s supposed to be on bedrest relaxing until the baby comes, but you know her.”

“Mmmhm, stubborn as a rhino,” Ada said, head shaking from side to side. “I bet getting her to stay in bed takes an act of Bast.”

“It’s been two weeks and she’s already going stir-crazy. I just wish I could do something, I feel so helpless.”

“All you can do is keep that woman off her feet and away from stressors.”

“Ugh, she lives for stressors. I can’t get her to stop working. You know, she almost went down to Taj’s yesterday.”

Ada let out a belly laugh. She had known Ashanti almost her whole life, too. When her parents opened Zana Cafe, Ashanti would be across the street in her art supply store all the time browsing the aisles and coming up with all kinds of creative ideas. She knew the girl was head-strong, but her downright stubbornness tickled Ada. Ashanti was hard headed just like her umakhulu, and just like her husband.

“You’re not much better. Ramonda told me they basically had to drag you from the throne kicking and screaming when you caught that bug a few years ago. The image in my head is quite hilarious.”

“It wasn’t that dramatic, and I’ve since learned to take days off. If I hadn’t I never would have met Ashanti.”

“Yes, well thank Bast for-”

“Small miracles,” he smiled at her, completing her sentence. She would always say that to him when he was younger, and it stuck with him into adulthood.

“So you did listen to me,” she said with a smirk.

“Of course, more than my own baba at times,” he said sheepishly. “How have you been, Ada?”

“Getting old, but I can’t complain too much.”

“Ada you’re barely 70, you’ve got another 30 years in you.”

“Tell that to my bones,” he waved him off and he chuckled. “I can barely take a step without something aching or rattling.”

“You know, Shuri can help with that. Not the aging, but the pains.”

“I might have to take you up on that. How old is she now, nineteen?”

“Just turned twenty last month.”

“Bast, you kids are getting old. I can’t even call you kids anymore.”

T’Challa smiled warmly at his former nanny, reminiscing on his childhood before taking a bite of his meal.

“Mmm, Ada you’ve outdone yourself.”

“I know,” she winked at him and took a sip of her tea. “So, while you’re here can I get you to change a lightbulb for me?”

“Of course, you don’t have to bribe me with food,” he said and she shrugged, reaching for his plate as he moved it away from her hand. “I’ll take it though.”

T’Challa spent the afternoon with Ada, just catching up and doing odd jobs around her house before he got a call from his wife.

“You’ve been hiding out here all day, you better take that,” Ada warned as he took a deep breath and pressed his communication bead.

“Hello, my love.”

“Hi baby, what are you up to?”

“Visiting someone special,” he turned his beads towards Ada and she sent the queen a wave. Ashanti’s face lit up at seeing the older woman.

“Miss Ada, hi!”

“Well hello miss thing, what’s this I hear about you not listening to the midwife?”

Ashanti glared at T’Challa but he looked off to the side, pretending to care about the wallpaper.

“I’m listening...kind of.”

“Well, ‘kind of’ isn't good enough dear. Our princess there-”

“Challa! You told her?!”

“It slipped out!”

“Can you blame him for being excited?”

“No, I guess not. Oh! The reason I called,” she panned her beads down to her belly, “I think I felt a flutter.”

“Awwww.”

“She kicked?!”

“Not a full kick, just a little movement. Maybe she needs her baba to come sing to her after he picks up some sugared dates from that booth we really like.”

“Gladly,” he chuckled. He knew she had a sweet tooth and had planned to bring her some anyway. They said their goodbyes and T’Challa finished up dusting the fan blades before saying goodbye to Ada, too.

“Don’t let another year go by, T’Challa,” she fussed as he kissed her cheek.

“I wouldn’t dream of it! Come by the palace for dinner sometime, you know you’re always welcome. I’ll make your favorite,” he sang.

“Well if you’re cooking I’ll be there, just say when.”

“Tomorrow? N’Jadaka’s in town.”

“Oooh I’ll definitely be there. You know, if I were forty years younger I’d be your cousin-in-law.”

“Goodbye, Ada,” he chuckled as he took off on his hoverbike towards the bazaar.

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The King and Queen of Wakanda laid in their bed, silently watching trashy reality shows as they spoiled their dinner with sugared dates when T’Challa’s laugh made Ashanti sit up suddenly.

“What’s wrong?!” T’Challa panicked, his hand immediately going to her bump.

“Nothing, I thought I felt something.”

The two of them stayed still waiting to see if their baby girl was finally ready to make herself known. They must have sat there for five minutes before T’Challa gave up hope.

“Maybe next-”

“I felt it again!”

“Where?”

She moved his hand over to her left side and they locked eyes.

“Say something again…”

“Uh, what do I say?”

“Did you feel that?”

“No, nothing,” his voice was soft as he visibly deflated.

“Hey,” she brought his face back to hers and kissed him softly, “she’ll kick soon, I can feel it...no pun intended.”

He chuckled and kissed her back.

“Maybe try talking to her some more, she seems to like your voice,” she stroked his curls as he laid his head right below her breasts, his large hand rubbing slow circles around her belly.

“Molo isipho sam, it’s your baba. Will you kick for me? Please?”

“Keep going, I feel that flutter again in the same spot.”

He brought his lips down to kiss over it before placing his hand there.

“Come on, baby girl…”

They spent the rest of the night like that, ordering their dinner to be brought to them so T’Challa could continue coaxing his daughter out of hiding. He spent the whole night periodically checking in with her to see if anything had changed, but she just wasn’t ready to kick yet. He was a little hurt, but was happy to know she responded to his voice. Even as Ashanti drifted off to sleep he continued to talk to his little girl about nothing and everything before wrapping his arms around his wife and following her to dreamland.

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T’Challa sat up from the dirt and looked around, confused by his surroundings. His heart beat out of his chest when he saw the far-off acacia tree filled with panthers.

“Relax, son, you’re not dead.”

His head jerked to the side and he locked eyes with N’Yami.

“Wh...how am I here?”

“Bast’s will. And I wanted to talk to you, unyana,” she reached out her hand to him and he took it, rising from the ground and dusting himself off.

“Is something wrong? Is it Ashanti? The baby?!”

N’Yami chuckled, “No, it is you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you’re going to worry yourself to death about this pregnancy.”

“I’m just concerned about-“

“History repeating itself...I know, that’s why I brought you here,” she said with a smile before grabbing his hand, “walk with me, son.”

The two of them strolled along the plane in relative silence until they came upon the same lake Taj brought Ashanti to when she was in her coma. N’Yami waved her hand across the water and as the ripples travelled across the surface they carried an image with them. T’Challa could see himself asleep with his wife, chest rising and falling in rhythm.

“See? Not dead. Now look at this.”

She waved her hand across it in the other direction and another image came to view of T’Challa and Ashanti walking with a little girl teetering between them, holding their hands while she looked up at her baba. Much like his dreams of Ashanti before they met, he couldn’t make out his daughter’s face, but the sight of the three of them together warmed his heart. He felt his entire body relax, releasing tension he didn’t even realize he was holding on to. A big, lopsided smile took over his whole face and N’Yami looked on with pride as they both watched him with his family.

“I can’t see her face, but she’s beautiful,” he said in awe of his daughter. “Can you tell me her name?”

N’Yami chuckled, “It is not Bast’s will for me to do so...but you should know, the two of you chose well.” She winked and he smirked at her cryptic answer before turning his attention back to his daughter.

He could have sat there all night watching her, but he knew he’d have to get back to the plane of the living soon enough so he tried to commit every detail he could to his memory.

“Thank you for this, mama,” he hugged her and kissed her temple. They stayed like that for a few moments until N’Yami pulled away and looked at her son with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“You should also know, she is a very special child...as is your wife.”

“How do you mean?”

“You’ll see,” she said with a snap of her fingers. T’Challa opened his eyes to see he was back in his bed with Ashanti, very much alive and sated with knowing his girls would be fine.

Just as he was about to get his day started, Ashanti rolled over and threw her leg across him before nuzzling into his side. He placed his arm around her and his other hand rested on her bump. Ashanti’s light snores filled the air as he rubbed her belly in circles with a smile on his face, thinking back to his dream. It was a little fuzzy, but he remembered seeing his birth mother and deep down he was no longer worried about Ashanti and their princess. As Ashanti slept he let his mind wander to thoughts of their future. Would they have more children? When would they step down? When would he let her take over being the Black Panther?

“So many questions, little one,” he mused aloud as he sighed, but his eyes quickly lit up at feeling the smallest little tremor right under his hand.

“So you do like my voice, eh?” he felt it again and Ashanti shifted next to him, undoubtedly feeling the movement as well.

“Wake up, Kitten,” he whispered in her ear and a smile spread across her face before her eyes slowly fluttered open. “Watch this.”

He lowered himself to her belly and his eyes flitted back up to Ashanti.

“How was your sleep?”

“It- Bast! Did you feel that? You had to have felt that one.”

He nodded with a goofy smile on his face, “Just a little bit.”

Tears came to Ashanti’s eyes as she sat up in bed. More came and T’Challa grew concerned, pulling her into his arms.

“What is it, uthando? Talk to me,” he tilted her chin towards his face and wiped her tears before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I was worried something was wrong since she hadn’t moved yet,” the queen sniffled.

“She’s ok, just a late bloomer,” the smile returned to his face as he felt movement beneath his palm.

“She really loves her baba.”

“Can you blame her?”

“Uh-uh,” she leaned in to kiss him, slipping her tongue past his lips.

“Kitten…” he warned, “The midwife said-”

“Ugh I know what she said, but I’m horny as fuck. That’s gotta be another stressor or something, right?”

He laughed at her insistence. “Only if you choose to stress about it, my love. Don’t make me call Binta...or Bisa.”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

“Wouldn’t I? You won’t listen to me, so-,” he pretended to reach for his beads.

“Ok fine!” Ashanti pouted and T’Challa chuckled at her bratty behavior.

“You act like I don’t miss it, too. Trust me, the second you’re all healed up, you’re in for it.”

With that he got out of bed and padded his way to the shower, turning it on to their desired temperature and catching a glimpse of her out the corner of his eye as she walked into the bathroom, yawning. When she turned towards the shower his jaw could have dropped.

“You get more beautiful every day,” he pulled her in and his fingers trailed down the dark line down the middle of her stomach as she rolled her eyes. “What? I’m serious, look at you.”

He pulled her in front of the full-length mirror in the shower and stood behind her with his head on top of hers and his arms in their usual place on the underside of her belly. He studied her round face as she squirmed in his arms.

“Challaaaa,” she whined and poked out her lip, “I don’t feel like it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know how to explain it...I just don’t feel like it’s my body anymore. I don’t feel like myself, I don’t feel beautiful or sexy or any of that stuff you tell me. I just feel...sick that this body that’s supposed to keep my baby safe and do all these wonderful things could harm her instead,” she didn’t even realize she was crying until she felt T’Challa’s thumbs on her cheeks. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed as he stroked her back. “This was supposed to be a beautiful experience and it just sucks. Plus I’m constantly horny but I can’t even have sex with my hot ass husband. I fucking hate preeclampsia.”

“Me too, Kitten,” he sighed and she pulled back to look at him. She hadn’t really considered how he felt in all this, understandably wrapped up in her own web of emotions. “She will be fine though, I just know it. You both will.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He grabbed the loofah and squirted some of her black soap bodywash into the middle before lathering her up.

“Last night, I had a dream but it’s sort of fuzzy. N’Yami was there and...I think she gave me a glimpse into our future. I don’t remember what I saw, but I woke up happy.”

A slight smile appeared on her face.

“And as for the sex, well the midwife said if we can get your blood pressure down it’s a maybe...so let’s focus on keeping you relaxed, ok?”

Ashanti nodded before he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on his. “Because I miss my pussy,” he kissed her passionately before he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. “You walking around here looking like this while I can’t touch you is gonna come back to haunt you later, trust me. I know you don’t see it right now, but you look like Bast herself.”

T’Challa knelt down to wash her legs and feet and she moaned at the feeling of being pampered by him. He chuckled and rose to his full height before she began washing his body in return. He stopped her when she began to kneel, but she got down anyway.

He had missed how she looked from that angle and she tried her best to ignore his thickening member right in front of her face. He had just taken care of her, what harm could it do to return the favor?

She looked up at him with a playful look in her eye and just as he registered what she was going to do, his dick was already halfway down her throat.

Her head bobbed up and down his length as he leaned back against the shower wall, sloppy sucking noises filling the air. His hand palmed the back of her head, but didn’t push. It just stayed there, riding out the waves of pleasure shooting through him.

Her tongue explored the head of his dick as her left hand fondled his balls while her right hand stroked his shaft. He let out a loud moan when she took him all the way in and swallowed around him, deepening the suction as she did her damndest to suck the cum right out of him.

“K-kitten, mmm. Let me cum on that pretty face of yours,” he growled out. She removed her lips from him with a pop, but a trail of spit still connected her to him.

“Ewe Kumkani,” she said as she stroked his dick with both hands. “I hear you at night, in here stroking your dick because you can’t fuck me. Let me do it for you, baby.”

“Mmmhm,” was all he could say as her grip tightened around his length and her other hand cupped his balls, making his cum shoot out and paint her face.

“Stay just like that,” he grabbed his beads from outside the shower and pointed them towards her. She smiled as he snapped a picture of her covered in his essence. He helped her up from the floor and kissed her before they finished their shower and went their separate ways for the day: T’Challa to the throne room and Ashanti to the couch to catch another trashy tv marathon.

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“Are you sure you feel up to this? We can cancel if we need to,” T’Challa fretted as he put on her shoes for her since she couldn’t reach her feet anymore. She was eight months pregnant with their active little girl and was finally getting to have some fun for the first time since she was placed on bedrest.

“Challa, we’re not cancelling my party. We’ll be fine, remember?” She alluded to his dream from several weeks ago as she took his head in her hand and brought it to her face for a kiss.

“I know, I just want you to be comfortable.”

“What’s more comfortable than being showered with gifts and praise?”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead then her nose then her lips. He reached for his beads and she stopped him.

“If you call for that transport chair, I swear to Bast-”

“It’s too far for you to walk, my love.”

“It’s just downstairs, I’ll be fine if we walk slowly.”

T’Challa agreed before holding out his arm for her and the two of them leisurely walked downstairs to join their friends and family that awaited them for a small party in Ashanti and baby’s honor.

When they walked in they were met with the smiling faces of their loved ones all around the beautifully decorated living area. Ashanti’s eyes watered at the sight and everyone smiled empathetically at her tears. Bisa approached her daughter and led her to the throne she never gets to sit in anymore, what with being bedridden and all. They had it brought upstairs for the night just so she could sit on it like the proper queen she is.

“Look familiar?” Chidi joked as she sat down gingerly.

“Barely, I forgot what it looked like!”

Everyone laughed and she looked around, confused.

“Where’s yours?” she asked her husband.

“Today is not about me, it’s about the queen.”

“Nah we got some stuff for you too, you just don’t get a throne,” N’Jadaka shouted from the kitchen, looking over the snack table before his auntie pulled him away.

T’Challa chuckled and made himself comfortable in a normal chair next to her. He couldn’t take his eyes off of how she looked sitting on that throne. Ashanti looked more regal than ever and he fell in love all over again. She caught him staring and he sent her a wink, so she sent him one right back.

Zina giggled at their interaction and Ashanti turned to ask her about the shop when T’Challa stopped her, “No work today, uthando.”

“How did you-”

“I know you,” he turned to their loved ones, “So, what now?”

“Now I get gifts,” Ashanti said with a devilish smirk on her face, making the room erupt in laughter.

“That you do dear, and I think your parents wanted to go first,” Ramonda stated, moving out the way so they could get to their daughter.

They were both already fighting tears as they hugged their baby girl tight. When they pulled back, Chidi handed her a gift wrapped box that she quickly tore into. When she removed the lid, she paused.

“Was this-”

“Yours, mhm. It’s your baby blanket,” Bisa sniffled as Ashanti pulled the woven blanket from the box, tracing her fingers over the symbols and fighting tears of her own. She handed it to T’Challa and he looked over it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Ada was next, pulling a stuffed panther from behind her back.

“I made it myself,” she bragged as both of the soon-to-be-parents’ faces lit up.

“Miss Ada, it’s beautiful!”

“Nothing but the best for our future prince or princess,” she said with a wink. So far she was the only person who knew the gender besides the two of them and they wanted to keep it that way for now.

One by one, their loved ones presented them with gifts for the baby and parents. N’Jadaka got the baby a tiny pair of limited edition Jordans, Zina and Jafari made the baby a little Taj’s apron and an IOU to paint a family portrait once the baby arrives, and Shuri made a bassinet that could track the baby’s vital signs and growth. M’Baku and Shani gifted them with furs to keep the baby warm when they visited their aunt and uncle in the mountains. Nakia got the future monarch hand-sewn vibranium cloth diapers, sure to keep in whatever messes they made. Naturally, Okoye gave them a small practice spear, and Steve and Bucky sent a box of Cuban cigars for T’Challa to crack open after the birth. However, Kwame and Binta’s gift was apparently not to be opened in public since it was “for when that pussy heals.”

Ramonda purposefully went last, handing them a storybook of Wakandan folktales.

“Open it,” she said to T’Challa with a gleam in her eye.

He cracked it open and the kimoyo bead lodged in the spine of the book activated. A voice rang out that hadn’t been heard in years.

“One day, Ari the panther was out walking by the river when she looked up and saw a monkey swinging from the tree above…”

“H-how?” T’Challa choked out as Ashanti reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“He had the idea a long time ago and figured he should go ahead and do it ‘just in case’.”

Everyone, aside from N’Jadaka, who would truly never forgive his uncle in life or death, was misty-eyed.

“Now they can know their umakhulu, even if it is just his voice.”

“Thank you, mama. Thank you all, this has been…” his voice trailed off as his eyes found their way back to the storybook.

“You don’t have to thank us, we do it because we love you. All three of you.”

The little party continued through the night, with Ashanti on her throne looking to her loved ones with a smile on her face. Her right hand almost never left her bump as she thought about all the love their little girl would be surrounded by her whole life. She was lost in her thoughts for a moment before yawning and bringing herself back to the present.

Bisa caught the tail end of it and shook her head, “Someone’s tired.”

“This is the most excitement I’ve had in months,” Ashanti chuckled “I guess I just can’t hang anymore.”

“You’ll get back to it once baby…” Chidi trailed off, hoping a name would slip out one of the parents’ mouths. “Oh, come on!”

“We haven’t even picked a name yet, baba. Actually,” she looked to T’Challa for confirmation and he gave a slight nod, “we were wondering if you all could each give us one suggestion.”

“No playing favorites, though!” Kwame pointed out, making everyone else nod along in agreement.

“Yes, you should not pick my suggestion just because it is mine, but because it is obviously the best,” M’Baku grinned from his corner of the room and Shani rolled her eyes at her husband’s antics.

“Everyone, text me your suggestions and I’ll send them over. I already gave them a name the other day,” Shuri offered the group and her beads already started buzzing before she could finish her sentence. About a minute later, all the names were in and Shuri sent them off to Ashanti’s and T’Challa’s beads. “There you go. Have fun picking my name anyway.”

As the group argued amongst themselves about whose name would win, Ashanti leaned into her husband and whispered in his ear, “I love this, but I can’t keep my eyes open and Baby Girl is cranky and won’t stop kicking. Can we go?”

T’Challa leaned down and kissed her belly, “Princess, be nice to your mama.”

The kicking stopped and Ashanti glared at T’Challa.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to do?”

“Apparently,” he shrugged and kissed her temple before standing up. “Let’s go, love.”

He reached out his hand and she grabbed onto it, rising from her throne.

“Thank you everybody. I love you all, but I can’t stay awake any longer or I might just pass out.”

“Go get some rest, dear,” Ramonda kissed her cheek before turning and kissing her son’s. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

The couple said their goodbyes and went back to their quarters. They quickly got undressed and slid into bed, immediately getting into their usual position as of late with Ashanti curled into his side with her leg thrown over him and his hand resting softly on her bump. However, the princess wasn’t ready to go to sleep after today’s excitement.

“Challa, tell your daughter to go to sleep, mama’s tired,” she whined as her child turned cartwheels in her womb.

He scooted down to her belly and placed a kiss on it, rubbing the sides and softly singing a lullaby his baba used to sing to him. He remembered that it always knocked him out, and apparently it worked for his wife and child, too. They were both out within minutes and he smiled at a job well done.

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Around 1am, Ashanti got up to go to the bathroom, as usual, but when she got back in bed she just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. T’Challa’s light snores filled the room as Ashanti sat up in bed, rubbing her belly and thinking about what their future would be like when she felt a wetness between her legs.

“The fuck?” She stood up and saw a wet spot on the bed that reminded her of the fun times she and T’Challa had in the past. However, while she was still the culprit, this time it was a little different.

She waddled her way to the bathroom and wiped herself up, but it kept slowly leaking out of her.

“This is it, she’s coming,” she said aloud to no one in particular with a smile on her face before waddling back to the bed and shaking the sleepy king awake.

“Mmm, ice cream or peanuts tonight?”

“Neither.”

His eyes opened slowly and he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Ok, do you want me to cook something?”

Ashanti giggled, “No...I think the baby’s coming-”

“What?! She’s early-”

“- but don’t panic, Binta said we have plenty of time from when my water breaks to when I actually start active labor.” She grabbed his hand, “Yes she’s early, but so were we. Calm down baby.”

T’Challa nodded, trying to remember anything Binta or Ramla had said over the last few months, but drawing blanks every time. “Ok, so what now?”

“First, I’m going to take a shower-”

“But-”

She held up her finger, silencing his protest.

“I’m going to shower before the serious contractions kick in, then we can talk about names. Binta said it’s all about staying comfortable until it’s go-time.”

He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t win the argument. “I’m coming with you.”

The two of them showered together and T’Challa kept a watchful eye on her as her face twisted in discomfort at the cramps coming from her womb.

“Are you sure this is ok?”

Ashanti pulled him down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I’m sure.”

They finished up their shower and he covered her in cocoa butter before doing the same thing to himself. T’Challa then stripped the sheets from the bed and the two of them laid down, pulling up the list of names on their beads. They argued over a few of them and one was already on their list, but one of the names stood out to both of them and they finally came to an agreement just as Ashanti’s contractions intensified.

“Ok we should start timing them,” she said through gritted teeth.

T’Challa nodded and set the stopwatch on his beads before texting Binta and updating her on Ashanti’s progress. Ashanti climbed out of bed and started walking around, one hand supporting her lower back and the other on the underside of her belly. T’Challa felt helpless as he watched her face contort in pain again, and looked down at his beads.

“Twenty minutes.”

Ashanti labored in their room for another hour or so before the contractions reached ten minutes apart and they transported her to the royal birthing chamber.

The birth was a blur. All Ashanti remembered was the feel of the warm water and her husband’s solid body behind her. She knew there had to have been pain, but seeing her daughter’s face when they laid her on her chest made it all disappear. Her parents wept when they first saw her and her first cries were music to their ears.

“Does she have a name?” Ramla asked as Binta wiped the new mother’s forehead with tears streaming down her face, too.

T’Challa spoke without tearing his eyes away from his daughter, “Siyanda. Her name is Siyanda.”

After Ashanti delivered the placenta, Ramla and Binta helped the new family out of the tub and into the bed. Ashanti’s eyes could barely stay open, so she fell asleep and T’Challa took his daughter into his arms.

“Hello, my princess,” she opened her eyes and stared up at her baba for the first time, causing his breath to catch in his throat. She had his mother’s eyes.

A little yawn escaped her tiny mouth and he was amazed as though he had never seen a yawn before. Every little thing she did blew his mind and as she yawned again he realized she was waiting on him.

He chuckled before shaking his head, “Oh I know what you want.”

He quietly cleared his throat and began singing to her softly, watching as she drifted off to sleep just like her mother.

“Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she wonderful?

Isn't she precious?

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love?

Isn't she pretty?

Truly the angel's best

Boy, I'm so happy

We have been heaven blessed

I can't believe what Bast has done

Through us She's given life to one

But isn't she lovely made from love?

Isn't she lovely?

Life and love are the same

Life is Siyanda

The meaning of her name

Ashanti, it could have not been done

Without you who conceived the one

That's so very lovely made from love”

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Two. Part 2

Well this has become a nightmare I just wanted to go, but now it’s a standstill and Imani is not letting Robyn go. Rubbing my chin looking at Robyn, you know my kids do speak too much and they just need to shut the fuck up sometimes like now “Imani, come on let’s go and watch Paw Paw” Mel said, I feel irritated “we will be back, there ain’t no problem here” I said “but Rylee said what she said, I mean why? How long were you away from these kids Robyn?” Rylee snitching ass “Grandma, I want to go there. I want to go with them” this is bullshit “Rylee what did I say? Like honestly, you’re just being spiteful because you can’t get your way, Mel she doesn’t go anywhere. She doesn’t deserve anything, she couldn’t just be quiet and let us go” let her cry “no, this is not their fault here. This is certainly not her fault, what is happening here. I asked you Robyn, how long were you away from these kids” looking at Robyn, there is nothing I am saying will shut her mother up “when I told you I was in London; I never went home but I asked Chris, we spoke on it and he was fine with it, it doesn’t matter what you think or anyone really” Monica mean mugged Robyn “leaving your kids, your three kids at that! For that long was not good. You were busy prancing around, being treated like a Princess while they missed you? Now you’re trying to make it up to them now. They needed you, you said you would go back and check on them at least and now you’re running off to France for fun?” Robyn got this, this is Robyn not me because if I speak then it will be a problem “no, not for fun but to spend time with my daughter. I can’t get a word in edge because your just stood there judging me and I don’t need it, if you want to speak to me then you do it in private” she is right in saying that, not in front of the kids “I am judging you, you’re right. Then let’s speak” I groaned out “can we just go? You can slate your daughter later” Monica eyeballed me “I do not slate her, I am just hard on her because I want the best” nodding my head, is that what they call it.

I can’t believe we are going through this, like we need to fucking waste time by doing this “please do not speak, I am begging you Chris. Just let her say her peace and be done with it, please do not tell her about what Tianna said. She will think I am neglecting her” furrowing my eyebrows “why would I snitch on my wife? I got you, don’t worry about that” Monica made her way into the room, I feel like a school kid, this is straight dumb, but it is what it is. Placing my hands behind my back staring at Monica “what exactly is happening? All I am seeing is distressed girls there, you’re taking Tianna but not Rylee? You know how much she is crying” she is causing issues like always, I am not shocked “that is because Rylee wants what Tianna is getting, she is sick of being under Rylee, they aren’t twins, I think it’s something we need to realise. She is her own person, and she needs space and freedom, Tianna asked to spend time with us, and I want to give her that. Rylee does get our attention a lot, I have been failing and if you want to call me a failure as a mother then say it, but I am trying” Robyn’ voice broke “I am not calling you a failure of a mother, I just didn’t agree with having many at the same time. I knew there would be struggle somewhere, you’re a good mother but you need to make time. Something you can never get back, trust me. I appreciated every moment with you, watching you grow up but then you hit teenage and you was gone. I want you to be there, I see you working and working, too much work. I don’t think you’re that, I just want you to have time with your girls, they are precious. I see how much they love you Robyn, I get it’s hard but if you said that to me instead of just acting all suspicious about it then I will understand, I am always here for you. My daughter doesn’t cry” stepping back as Monica came to Robyn to hug her, I think Robyn has had enough, she’s tired too and I hate that for her “you always trying to make it seem I am a bad mother, I try my best” Monica is a hard woman, my mother on the other hand is a softie.

Sitting down on the couch as Monica consoled Robyn, there is a lot Monica doesn’t know because of her anal parenting and honestly she is strict on Robyn but let her come to America, she picks and chooses when. I am so fucking annoyed that my wife is crying because she wants to be mean to her, there was no need for this at all. She didn’t deserve to be treated that way, I am actually so angry right now “it’s a lot mom, I am trying my best I want you to just step back and stop assuming” Robyn said wiping her tears “I don’t need you to be talking to me like I am stupid in front of my kids either. I get you have your way and that you think things should be a certain way, but this is my life mom. I beg you, please back off. I need to deal with shit already ok?” I am glad she said it to her mother instead of me, I am about to blow “I just want the best for you and my grandkids, you’re right. I am sorry” Monica stepped back “thank you, but I just want to take care of my kids. I need to make it up to them, what happened was either I suffered and come backwards and forwards or I remain here, but it ended up shit, look at me. I am fucking stressed” Robyn sniffled “I don’t want that, when I saw you I knew you was looking off Robyn, I saw it. You could have sent one of the kids with me, I wouldn’t have minded, I love the kids” Robyn shook her head “they have school, things are different now, but can you just support me in this, can you just support me in taking Tianna to France to spend time with her instead of putting me down in front of my kids, can I?” Monica is quiet, I am glad she is quiet. She is putting them in her place which she should, it’s only right because her mom be doing the most about shit.

I think Monica understands now, she is quiet, but Rylee is still crying which is making Imani cry too “make it up with her Chris, make it right. We can’t just go like this, it’s not nice. Just let her go with Mel out, please” Robyn said, nodding my head. Licking my top lip as I made my way to Rylee, I am pretty pissed off with Rylee so to be honest I don’t want to say she can do something when she is being a brat, but we are leaving, anything could happen, and I don’t want that “hey” crouching down to Rylee “why are you crying? Come on, talk to me. You know what I said to you, I like you to talk to me rather then cry like this. I need you to speak to me Rylee” her sad little face, she reminds me of Robyn so much “because I want to be with you all, I don’t want to be here” she sniffled “I understand, I really do Rylee, but we can’t always cater to you, this is Tianna’ time and you will have your time. You and auntie will have a good time here, I know Mel has some fun things set up for you both, you know what I want from you though?” I pointed, her sad little face staring at me “I want you to be a big girl, I want you to be there for your sister and just listen to Auntie ok? When auntie says you can’t do this or do that you listen. No need to cry, we have so many other adventures we can go too ok? Come on” opening my arms, I know it’s not enough, it’s not what she wanted but she needs to accept it. Wrapping my arms around Rylee, she has to learn.

I am glad to be on the jet, it’s not even a long route. We will be there so quick, I thought we would take the ferry there, that would be fun, but Robyn booked this. Tianna is sat across from us on the jet, she is so quiet. I mean she is because she is watching her thing on the tablet quietly “how you feeling anyways?” placing my arm around Robyn “just thinking, I am always thinking Chris. How to incorporate home life and work, like having my meetings all they say to me constantly, you sell. Your face, your body. You sell. I try put forward that if someone else takes over and I don’t be there, like the event, even promo videos. They said no, it’s you. People want Rihanna, they tested it out on my product, we had Bella Hadid promote it, it didn’t work. It’s just having to do it myself and wanting to be there for my kids. I know my mom is judging me, she is not happy about this. And having to go through my own thing, it’s hard. I can’t even express what I went through because they would say, again? Can’t you stop” Robyn is feeling down, I know she is “it wasn’t meant to be Robyn, it’s fine. Don’t worry about that so much” she sighed out “I just can’t but think I keep losing boys, I just can’t even deal. It’s funny how I get judged for having kids close, like so what? How is she doing it, the fuck. Leave me alone” pressing a kiss to the top of her head “fuck them Robyn, we good over here. We will be ok, you know that” I hate to see her sad like this “maybe that is the forth baby Captain was talking about, I just don’t understand why I lose babies Chris, and I can’t say anything to anyone because they are like oh you’re having more babies, look at what they was like with Imani because I was not doing well with Tianna, I was too busy for her. I can deal with my kids, I know I can I just need to be not judged like what” I sighed out “Robyn, I think we should get a nanny” I just said it but Robyn laughed “oh, my mother will laugh and say hire her. She will want to do it instead and drive me crazy until I agree, you know how shit it’s been that we’ve had kids so soon. Like they came out of their vagina, I just want to deal with me and mine. Protected sex now” Robyn laughed moving away from me “don’t mind me, just expressing myself how I do. Also you’re the only one to understand, I just kept this to us, I never told Mel either” Robyn wiped her tears, licking my looking at Robyn’ body “and you still so sexy” she laughed “this is what got us in trouble in the first place, you can’t keep your hands of me Chris so no” she mushed my face, I can’t help it “my babies know how to swim, you know how it is” I love her so much.

Holding Tianna as I walked behind Robyn and into the four seasons, I picked this hotel while on the jet here and it looks amazing. I can’t wait to go to the room “you walk too slow, Frank was complaining” placing Tianna down as she laughed “I’m being lazy” I assumed she was “come on now, shall I go to the desk or you?” I said to Robyn “she is coming, I have been here before. The receptionist gets everything set up; you just go. Like here” the receptionist came over to us “Bonjour Christopher and Robyn, welcome to France. Please follow me” she gestured; Tianna ran ahead as she does “you now want to run!?” Frank spat which made me laugh, my daughter is awkward “you are top floor, and Madam Tianna Happy Birthday. Welcome to France my lady” Tianna stared at the receptionist in shock “my birthday?” she said confused, the receptionist pressed the elevator “every day is your birthday beautiful; your birthday always lasts a week so yes it’s still your birthday. How old are you?” she asked her “seven!” it’s nice to see Tianna take her own role “oh you are growing; well the four season would like to welcome you here. You are in charge of the key card, come. Let me show you” we walked onto the elevator “here, place it” stood in the corner “and we go up?” Tianna asked “all the way to the top yes” Tianna placed the card in “sir and madam, any issues please we are here” nodding my head “thank you” that was nice of them “so we go up now, all the way to the top” Rich and Frank got on “we have your presents here too, Frank and Rich” Tianna laughed “Rich said I walk too slow” Rich shook his head “blaming me, that was you” he pointed at Frank, I sighed out feeling drained as hell.

Tianna is so happy, they have made the room filled with balloons, fit for a birthday “it’s late you know so if we just have a little something downstairs and then take it from there” I said to Robyn “I don’t mind at all, I am just glad to be away from everything” wrapping my arms around Robyn “I love you” pressing a kiss to the side of her head “there is more then seven balloons here” Tianna made her way over to us “how much is there then?” since she knows everything “seven but then we got to include my name there, they are balloons too” Robyn chuckled “and how many is that then?” she is confused thinking hard now “ten?” I snorted laughing “oh boy, I am about to remove you from that school” Tianna mean mugged me “thirteen altogether, all for you” she is happy, I like that “shall we get dressed and go to get some food?” Robyn moved her hair back from her face “I can do your hair all pretty” Tianna did a sigh of relief “it’s been so long mom, dad just keeps brushing my hair back” I snorted laughing “he tried but come, let’s get ready for dinner” a nigga be trying but these girls don’t appreciate shit, women for you.

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chaoslordjoe · 3 years ago

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Bloodlines AU - Tiny Warmths Part 1

The cane clacked against the Schnee Manor's front door. Winter was welcomed by Klein who always showed her to the living room, knowing she needed a rest from the trip back home for the newest addition to the home.

"Long flight, dear?" Willow asked by the staircase, sniffing her coffee.

"More like a long sail, mother. We were inspected for hours by sea/air traffic control." Winter grumbled, walking over to the sofa.

"Yes, I heard about it from the news reports. You'd think they would recognize our snowflake by now."

"I'm not sure I want to test that theory." Before she could sit down, she was welcomed by a hug from her blue-haired brother-in-law.

"Good to see you Winter."

Winter returned the hug best she could. "You as well, Neptune. How's fatherhood?"

Neptune could only sigh. "Exhausting so far. He's almost five months and I feel like I'm still getting used to all this."

"Weiss certainly wasn't kidding about how anxious you've been." She was handed a spot of tea. "Thank you, Klein." Then she turned back to the spearman. "Is my sister adjusting any better?"

“Surprisingly. But Nicky's been dealing with colic pain, so patience is a virtue she’s been having better than me. She's taken to this so much easier than I have."

Winter sipped at her tea. "It can't be easy with both you and her running businesses."

Neptune sat taking a cup of tea. "It's not, but we've adjusted and tried to settle into a routine. Even when she's at her busiest she refuses to hire nannies and will rock or breastfeed him while on a business call."

Winter tented her fingers. "It's funny. I never really considered how that works until seeing the photos she sent me while I was overseas."

"Pretty much no choice if he’s cranky.” Neptune answered. “He won't take a bottle from Klein. That’s how much he’s already making up his own mind.”

Klein aided Willow on her way to the recliner. "I believe the important part is that I'm trying, sir."

Neptune smiled at the butler. "You are. And we are so thankful for your help, Klein."

Willow sat back down. "He's less fussy when we get him on diaper duty. But clearly..." She grunted, sitting slowly onto the chair. "Clearly he's more in favor of his mom and dad right now."

"How are your back pains, mother?" Winter asked.

"Little stiff today.” Willow answered. “I'm only having one coffee cup for Nicky's sake, due to all the hustle and bustle of preparing for a visit before you arrived."

"Weiss is changing him right now." Neptune pointed out.

Winter exhaled. "Right. Meeting the nephew...How should I present myself?"

"Just be yourself." Neptune said plainly.

"You mean the military woman shtick minus the sternness." She asked.

“That sounds about right.” Weiss Schnee answered right behind her big sister.

Winter turned her head, seeing a joyful Weiss having just gotten off of work for the day with a bundle in her arms. Inside the blue blanket was Dominick Karl Schnee, cocooned and eyeing his mother fondly. Weiss bounced him in the blanket turning him around to face a new relative.

“Dominick, can you say ‘hi’ to your auntie?” His mom requested.

The future heir revealed his little face to Winter.

He weighed in at 8 pounds and 3 ounces in a handsome little bundle of his father’s bronzed skin, light blue eyes included. His mother’s alabaster hair was spiky but neatly groomed in time for being the up and coming prince of his family’s corporation. The baby stared through Winter, moving his tiny arm out and grabbing the edge of his snuggie.

The Specialist took the plunge by reaching out her hand with an adjustment from her cane to let him hold her bigger hand. “Um…Hello, Dominick. I’m your Aunt Winter.” She greeted after a heavy pause.

The baby reached out by placing both hands around Winter’s trigger finger.

She flinched from the sudden grapple. “Is this his way of reading people?”

“I think he’s trying to figure out who you are.” Neptune observed.

Weiss gave a big smile. “Would you like to hold him? You’ll be fine, just be sure to support his head.”

Winter reached out, gently taking her nephew and still appearing uncertain. Unfortunately the toddler disagreed. Who was this mysterious lady who looked almost nothing like mommy?

Her grasp felt unwelcoming with baby Nick kicking up a fuss. Winter cringed looking up to her sister in a panic.

“Shh-shh-shh, it’s okay honey. Mommy’s here.” Weiss cooed. “Try rocking him a bit.”

She rocked him back and forth. Except this wasn’t the left-and-right direction. This was back and forth, on the couch where things had been static. The boy whimpered from the incorrect rocking, shielding his eyes and curling up.

Weiss frowned. “I'm sorry Winter, he's just not used to you yet" She took back her son, bouncing him again to soothe his cries.

Winter frowned next. “I would know having raised you.” She wanted to comment.

Dominick was suddenly calm being set back down on the couch by Weiss. He curiously eyed the living room around him when Weiss stood up stretching across from her kin. “I’m guessing you were hoping to ask how Neptune is adjusting, sister.”

“The thought crossed my mind back on the tarmac.” Winter replied with a nod.

Neptune could only sag his shoulders. "I'd like to say that I am but then I’d be fooling myself. Last night, Weiss was in a board meeting and I swore I could get Nicky to bed. I don't know what I did wrong but he screamed his head off for almost fifteen minutes until she came to bail me out."

“It was...Troubling.” Klein recalled while he handed his infant master a rattle and chewing ring.

Weiss nodded next. “Took me a little bit to calm him down, taking even longer to bring Neptune back into his usual bouncy self.” She squeezed her husband’s shoulder when he sank further at that recollection.

“I thought he didn’t like me. But can you blame me?” Neptune defended himself. “He always stops crying for you.” He groused.

“He just needs to take some time in getting to know you, dear.” Willow coaxed. “Klein could tell you a thing or two about that.”

The butler folded his arms with a sigh. “I take no joy in being the bearer of bad memories here. But mum is right, seeing as how...He was away at work,” Klein hissed, holding back his grumpy persona. “It took our snowdrops plenty of time to adjust to myself. Until one day they started speaking hand gestures asking where she was.”

“And how does that help Neptune?” Winter asked.

“I am saying is that there must be a moment for you and young Master Dominick to connect, just the two of you. Seems I got lost in translation there, sir.” Klein admitted to the blue-hair.

“Yeah, fair enough.” Nep conceded. “It's hard to settle a baby when there's so much commotion around the manor. And he's so attached to Weiss, that I thought we'd have that instant connection. He's my son but I guess it's just as hard on him as it is on me."

During his rant, Neptune saw Dominick following his dad’s words with a quizzical head tilt. “You like me, right little fella?” He wiggled his tan finger for him to see.

The baby took a moment to look upon his rattle. Then to the ring in his mouth. Take daddy’s hand, his 5-month-old instincts told him. Nick set the rattle down and grabbed Neptune’s finger with both hands, then babbled in an interested tone.

The intellectual laughed. “Yeah I’m your daddy. Can you say ‘daddy’?”

He cooed in D-sounds, but moving onto B-noises as he wasn’t opposed to learning new noises.

Weiss folded her arms proudly. “See? He’s learning.”

Neptune picked the baby up, flashing a goofy grin and holding him proudly. “My boy!”

Nicky squealed happily and joined him in a laugh whilst reaching for his rattle. Nep bent over, handing the rattle to him and holding him to his chest during one of his evening bounces.

Winter gave the slightest hint of a smile at the bonding moment in front of her while going back to her sister. “Among the other things I’m learning to catch up on, the delivery must have given you hell.” She said.

Weiss held onto her own stomach underneath the lovely sweater.

“It was...An experience. A scary one, to be sure. But Neptune ensured I stayed in bed while I was recovering. Minus a few stitches, I’m as defiant as ever. Hopefully.” She blinked slowly while watching her son and hubby in the background.

“How bad was it?” Winter asked while snapping a picture of her nephew’s playtime.

“Klein said I was working too hard” She woefully began. “That’s what brought on the labor. However, Yang was kicking in the door and kept me calm just in time. When the contractions started, I was already aboard Yang’s Manta craft while Ruby and Neptune held onto me during our flight to the hospital.”

Winter patted her sister upon the back.

“Neptune was so panicked, and it took so long that I was wheeled in for an emergency C-section.”

“Did they go through with it?” Winter’s expression turned to that of fear. Hadn’t her sister been stabbed and nearly cut open enough times during the Salem war?

“No. But the labor was quite long.” Weiss finally answered. “While Neptune was panicking outside it was the sisters who were keeping me steady. Before they could break out the knife, Dominick was- -Ahem…” She rubbed her eyes with an itchy throat. “Apologies...Dominick was born safe and sound. So we agreed we were having only one.” Weiss sniffled.

Don’t get her wrong, it was a happy memory. But the pain was more than enough to warrant a single offspring and heir being held in her husband’s arms. Winter dried her bottom eyelid on sisterly muscle memory.

“I’m glad that he’s here.” Winter added. “Thankfully, you’re not feeling the way Blake is right now in her pregnancy.” She mentioned.

“Oh, what have you heard from her?” Weiss lightened up at hearing about her cat teammate.

Winter folded her arms. “Only that she’s feeling stir-crazy. Moving around is quite difficult for her right now. relying on Nora and Ren for their recipes in case of any strange appetites...Though Ruby has contributed some odd ideas."

“That makes Sun at her beck and call.” Weiss guessed.

“Yes, quite.” Winter answered. “You probably don’t want to know what cravings Ruby conjured up for her.”

“Somehow I’m not sure that’d help with Nicky’s colic deal.” Weiss mused, grinning at hearing a joyful squeal behind her with her husband’s starry-eyed reaction. “Oh, mother. You haven’t held him yet.” She offered.

“I bet he’s been looking forward to spending some quality time with his oma.” Willow beamed. She held out her aging arms to her son-in-law. Neptune handed baby Dominick over with the rattle included.

Willow took the rattle and handed it to her grandson, rocking him back and forth with the proudest smile she could bear at 57 years with how he’s already turning out.

“Are you happy to see your Auntie Winter yet, my Little Yeti?” She teased.

Nick cooed after a prompt nose boop from the matriarch.

“Little Yeti?” Winter questioned.

“It’s cute, but I prefer to call him Snowdrop or Nicky.” Weiss admitted, shrugging.

“Yeah, you’re gonna grow up into a big monster and give mommy and daddy the runaround huh?” Neptune baby talked to the...Well, baby.

“Please don’t jinx it, Neptune.” Weiss insisted.

The infant could only blink at his remark.

“He was awfully big for his age when he came into the world.” Willow answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “But it just proves his strength and how he didn’t mean to give his Muti such a hard time. No you didn’t!” She teased the little one next, giving him a raspberry earning another laugh.

Weiss gave a dreamy sigh. “Oh, don’t you worry just yet my little snow monster. We’ve got a lot more to figure out.” She earned a babble of agreement out of her son.

Winter got up. “And hopefully he...Mmgh.” Another grunt, she steadied herself with grasping the cane. “He won’t run too much when I’m on babysitting detail. I’ll be in my office.”

Her sister got up, taking her arm. “Here. Let me help.”

“I’m okay, Weiss. Really.” The specialist insisted with her cane wobbling at her sister’s touch.

“No you’re not.” She backtalked. But not before supporting her. “Is your leg acting up again?”

“...Yes. My painkiller prescription has been delayed ever since President Baum had cut back on Specialist healthcare in light of the frontline grunts. Not that I blame them.” Well, that hurt to mention the G.I.'s of Atlas in light of her own health problems sustained in the line of duty.

“Then you should be in bed.” Weiss demanded. Not as CEO, but as her sibling.

Winter nodded. “Good idea. Klein, could you please get my laptop?”

“Certainly, Winter.” The butler answered. “You do look like you need a leg pillow as well.”

“It wouldn’t hurt.” Winter answered with a small smile. “Mother, Neptune, will you be alright with Dominick?”

“Of course, dear.” The older mom told her.

“Yeah, we got him.” Neptune answered with another warm nod.

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A/N: Unfortunately, due to Tumblr having a frigging character limit, this must be posted in two parts. Until then, hope you enjoy the first part of this segment.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby next gen #weiss schnee #neptune vasilias #rwby iceberg #rwby shipping #klein sieben #willow schnee #rwby fluff #domestic #parenting #parents as people #bittersweet

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pixie88 · 4 years ago

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Rem’s Birthday BBQ

Chapter 5 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: Remy set Laila up on a date, but Laila and Harry aren’t happy about it. How will the birthday celebrations go? Yes, Laila’s embarrassing moment has happened to me haha! I hope you like it.

If you would like to be ADDED or REMOVED just let me know!

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff, Mild NSFW & Adult Language.

Word Count: 2106

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

"A date?" Laila questions him "Yeah, with one of Alec's mates" Rem seems super excited about this "What friend?" Harry asks, looking over to Alec "Freddie, I didn't think he'd be Laila's type, but Rem seems to think that he is" as soon as Alec tells him its Freddie Harry chuckles "Freddie?! Really?! Good luck Laila!" There is almost a hint of jealously in his voice.

"Come on, Harry he's not that bad!" Alec tries not to laugh through his lie "She'll fall asleep before they have even ordered drinks. He has no chat when it comes to girls" Laila looks over to Rem "So you're setting me up with a bore?" Rem shook his head "No, he is actually really funny! Ignore these two! I just want you to find someone...it's been 8 years since Josh...you need to get over him at some point!"

A sadness still came over Laila each time someone mentions his name "Rem! Look, it's your birthday and I don't want to fall out with you over this, so here is your present I'm going to walk away from this conversation before I say something I regret!" She gets up leaving before anyone can say anything.

"Auntie Laila!!!" Carly collides with her "Come on, we are all on the zip swing" Laila parents had a huge back garden surrounding their house, so her dad built a park for the grand kids. All the kids loved the zip swing they would take turns on having a go and pulling the seat back each time.

Having 3 older brothers Laila had a total of 11 nieces and nephews. Chris had Lilly - 11, Luna - 9 and Carly - 5, Max had the twins Isla and Arya - 10, Nate had Alfie - 5, Issac - 7, Blake - 11 and Zeppy the oldest at 18.

"Auntie Laila" Alfie zipped past on the swing as he hit the end the swing flies up nearly dropping Alfie off backwards "Wow, be careful Alf!" Laila watches her nephew run back to the start with the swing in tow.

"Where are your parents?" she looked round at the kids "Nanny and Grandad had us stay over last night. We had a camp out in the living room" Carly tells her "Why don't you have a go?" Carly pushes her towards the swing "Yeah, Auntie Laila!" Alf cheers her on "But....!" she hesitates but the kids aren't taking no for an answer.

Laila gets on, gripping the swing for dear life "3...2....1...Go!" they count her down, she zips along the line, then as it hits the end.... the chair flies forward up into the air and Laila's grip loosens, she fell backwards onto the grass the swing above her with no passenger "LAILA!!" she hears a familiar voice shout within seconds she knows whose voice it is as he stands over her "Are you OK?" Harry looks down at her as soon as he asks, she bursts out a laugh "Other than dying of embarrassment? Yeah, I'm OK" he starts to laugh with her as he helps her up off the ground.

"You went down before the seat did!" he laughs, "I didn't expect it to throw me off," she looks over to the kids who are laughing at her, "Should we get you a drink?" he puts his hand on the small of her back leading her to a table.

She sits as Harry grabs them a drink "Laila, are you OK?" Terry looks at her worried "Dad, I'm fine," she laughs, "Still, I better go and tell them to be careful" he leaves her alone at the table walking over to the kids.

Harry hands her a Pimms can "I wasn't sure what you wanted but thought you can't go wrong with Pimms right?" he sits down next to her with a beer in his hand "Actually, I don't like Pimms" she lies, "Oh! I can go and get you something else?" he's about to get up when she giggles and pulls him back down "I'm joking!" She laughs, he narrows his eyes at her with a grin "That was just mean!" he laughs, "Erm...Its looks like you have a date this Friday!" She scrunches up her nose at the question "Argh...I need to find a way to get out of that one!"

"Oh?" he's sips his beer trying to sound neutral "I know Rem means well..." he has to ask. It's now or never right?! "What was he talking about earlier? When he mentioned someone called Josh?" He watches as her walls slowly go up.

She turns to him "No judgment?" He nods just wanting to listen to her "OK, Josh was someone I met in college, we were together for over 4 years. Engaged, but then he got sick...." she takes a deep breath gearing up to say the words "He passed away...." she looks down at her hands in her lap.

He wished he never asked now, he takes her hand.

She looks up at him "It took me a while to date after that and I'm not trying to give you a big head or anything, but you are probably the first person to have made it to a second date," he tries to hide his smirk, but it breaks out "Must be my amazing dates" she shook her "About that... do you do normal dates" she raises a questioning brow at him.

He chuckles "I...to be honest with you, I've never done dates as extravagant as I have with you.." Laila tuts at him finding it hard to believe "Honestly, it's the truth. You have this thing about you that makes me just want to impress you"

She lets out a little laugh, "I love the big wow dates, but I prefer simple ones," he smirks at her "Now she tells me! What if I was to do a movie night and dinner at mine? You would be happy with that?" She pretends to think for a second "It depends on your cooking skills" she winks, he howls "My cooking skills are fantastic actually!" she shoves him "Of course they are!"

"Friday come over and I'll show you!" she knows exactly why he has chosen to do it on that day "Have you forgotten? I have plans," he knows she's baiting him, "We both know you don't want to go on that date and I wasn't lying earlier when I said you'll be asleep before ordering" for a split second she could see a hint of jealousy in his eyes as she decides what to do "I'll let you know" she smirks, teasing him.

Later everyone is a little tipsy now and Nate drags Laila up to dance "Nate, No!" he isn't listening to her "Come on, every family gathering, we always get up and dance!!" all the kids that haven't fallen asleep are up dancing too. Pharrell Williams - Happy is playing everyone that is still at the party is up dancing except Alec and Harry who are watching from the sidelines.

"Grandad, you dance like an old man!" Carly laughs at Terry doing the robot, Remy dances his way over to Laila "I'm waving my white flag!" she shook her head at her oldest friend "Rem! I'm sorry I snapped a bit earlier," she hugs him "Hey, you made up for it as soon as you came flying of the zip swing. That was priceless! But one thing I did notice Harry seem to run to your rescue pretty quick?" Remy gives her a look he always give her when he knows there's more to the story.

She can't keep it a secret from him anymore, she looks round Harry isn't within earshot, but his eyes are glued to her, "If I tell you something you can't tell anyone! I mean not even Alec! Pinky promise?" Rem rolls his eyes "Laila, how old are we again?!" she huffs at him "OK, I pinky promise! Now what is going on?" she checks one more time "Harry and I have been on a couple of dates" Remy's face lights up "W...what!? You and Harry?! When did this start?" Rem has 21 questions for her.

"It started after your stag weekend. He came to the salon for a haircut and it went on from there," she whispers to him, "Do you like him? Have you....you know?" He winks at her, she can't believe he just asked her that "Rem! No! We haven't! I do like him" Rem pull her in for a hug "Lulu! I'm happy you've finally gotten yourself back out there!"

She blushes "Lulu, you haven't called me that in years!" She laughs. "Called her what?" They hear behind her, turning they saw Alec and Harry joining them "Lulu, I used to call Laila it growing up"

"Well, Lulu you won't mind if I stole my Remy for a dance?" Alec spins Remy, she laughs, "No, of course not. I'm happy for you to take him off my hands! His dances moves are awful" she laughs.

Alec and Remy start dancing together with everyone else.

"Lulu huh?" She turns towards him "Oh, no! Don't tell me you're going to start teasing me about it?!" He laughs, "Nah, I might start calling you it myself. Oh, by the way your dad offered to let me stay the night" she looks at him confused "He did?!" Why has he done that? "I told him I couldn't have more than one beer because I was going to drive Alec and Remy home, so he said we could all stay"

"That's my dad for ya! I'm staying the night too" her dad had already told her that she could stay a few days ago "We could be sleeping next door to each other again?" He winks. "Just keep the snore session down, yeah?!" she laughs, "I do not snore!" he protests "OK, if you want to believe that!" She teases him more "You are so irritating, but I like it. I really want to kiss you!" she smirks "Sorry, but you'll have to keep your lips to yourself!" He huffs.

Its after midnight Remy, Alec, Harry and Laila were the last ones to head the bed "Night Lulu and Haribo!" a drunk Remy sways into his old bedroom with Alec. "Which room did your mum say I was in?" Harry whispers trying not to wake everyone "The guest room next to my old ro...." his lips crash to hers, the kiss is electrifying making every nerve ending stand on end.

They stumble into her bedroom onto the bed. His lips trail down her pulse line, his hand glides up her leg, slipping under her playsuit and brushes against her centre "Harry?" he pulls away to look at her. "I want to....its just..." he strokes her face and smiles as he collapses on the bed next to her "It's fine. We can take it slow" she felt relieved he understood. "Not too slow we can't cuddle?" he lets out a soft chuckle "I do like to cuddle" he wraps his arms around her.

"I am sorry! It's been so long since I've been with someone in that way," he kisses her forehead "Don't give it a second thought. I can do slow" he begins to stroke her hair making her eyes drift.

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"Laila! Are you awake?" she heard her mum call out, followed by a knock on the bedroom door, she looks around the room realising where she is.

With Harry is asleep next to her "Laila?" her mum calls out again.

Shit! She can't have her catch Harry in here! Laila tries to wake him "Harry! Wake up!" he begins to stir, she silences him with a finger to his lips.

When the door handle twists Laila pushes him off the bed and he falls to the floor with a thud "Ouch!"

"Laila, Are you..?" Laila smiles at her mum "Mum?! You alright?" Laila tries not to blush.

"Yep, I just wondered if you wanted breakfast?" Laila nods "Great, what about Harry?" Laila is shocked by her mum's question "What? Harry?" she asks, "Sweetheart, if you're going to get him to hide behind the bed at least make sure his feet aren't sticking out the bottom or did you forget he's nearly 6 foot? Well, I suppose we are all the same size when we're doing the horizontal tango" she winks as turns to leave the room "I'll take his silence as a yes to breakfast" she closes the bedroom door.

Harry pops his head up smiling at a very red Laila....

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 6.

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lovlydovlyjaycie · 4 years ago

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The Walking Dead / Supernatural: A World Changed

Hii so this is gonna be a story about a crossover but also not really a crossover from the walking dead and supernatural.

It’s been a minute, but here is part 9! If you wanna be tagged let me know! :)

Summary: Y/N is from Boston and moved to Los Angeles to be a nanny, she’s been doing it for a while now and loves the two, soon to be three, children like they were her own. One day she goes to work and it seems like the world around her is falling apart. People are dying, unbeknownst to her they are coming back to live. She is trying to find a way so she stays alive and the people around her too and she needs help, but she’d rather does it on her own.

Characters: Y/N, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Claire Novak, OC Clark Cattaneo, OC Jayden Cattaneo, Mentioned: OC Alice Cattaneo, OC Mark Cattaneo , OC Birdy Cattaneo

Warnings: angst, language, violence, awkwardness? slight fluff?

Part 9 - In The Tree Line

Day 764

Today was my turn to guard with Sam. On days that I guarded Donna usually watched Clark and Jayden, she loved doing it and both Clark and Jayden were always so excited to go to Donna. She gave herself the title of ‘auntie Donna’. I had a later shift today, so Donna would be putting them down for bed and checking on them. “You guys be good listeners to auntie Donna now she’ll be putting you down for bed tonight. And I’ll make sure I give you two a kiss when I get back.” They both nodded their heads in understanding and gave me a big hug before going with Donna. “If anything goes wrong, just get me ok?” I told Donna. “I’ll do that, but everything will be alright. Nothing to worry about.” She said smiling. It was always hard leaving Clark and Jayden, but now knowing Donna I trust her she knows how to take care of kids.

When I had dropped them off I walked through the halls to the infirmary, Bobby went over all the guns.

“Hi good evening Bobby!” I said cheerfully. “Good evening y/n. You have the evening shift today?” Bobby said back. “Yup. Watcha got for me?” I asked. “Do you want your guns?” “No just the machinegun will do.” Bobby gave me my gun. In the world before this would be such a weird conversation. “Do you want a machete too? For the ones that get close?” He asked. “Sure.. Say.. We do have a lot of machetes don’t we?” I noted. There were like eight of them. We actually had a lot of guns in general. Maybe someone collected weapons before or got really lucky when this all started. “Better to have a lot than nothing, you never know if you’re gonna need it.” I nodded my head at that.

“Alright Bobby, have a goodnight and I’ll return this after my shift is done.” I waved him off and started walking towards the exit. It was gonna be a cold shift.

I had my jacket on and a beanie that I borrowed from Claire. Before I stepped outside I zipped my jacket all the way up. Stepping outside was so cold. I could see my breath, because it was so cold. I should have gloves or something next time. I wish I could just go out myself and look for things. I really wanted to go on a run with the Winchesters. Or anybody really, but still. I wanted to go out. Now I felt comfortable enough to leave Clark and Jayden with Donna I didn’t see why that wouldn’t be a possibility.

Walking towards the gate I saw Sam already standing there. “Hi Sam!” I said, that startled him a little and that made me giggle. “Hi y/n, didn’t hear you coming.” “That was obvious.” I said smirking at him. “Hey you know if you want your dinner you might want to be nicer to me.” I dropped my smirk. “Alright sorry that you scare easily. What are we having.” Sam rolled his eyes at that,. “Well, we got the best of the best, right here. It is... Bland spaghetti.” He said as he held a bowl in front of me. “Yum.” I said with no actual visual excitement.

We both started eating the spaghetti. Having small talk about what he saw on his run the other day. “About that..” I started, finishing the bite I just took. “I wanted to ask if I could go on a run the next time you guys go?” I asked.

“Uhmm.. I- I’d have to talk with Dean about that. But you have your classes or do you not like doing that?” Sam asked me. “In all honesty.. I don’t. I had this talk with Dean about holding on to things that were before and me teaching is me trying to hold on to someone I’m just not anymore. If that makes sense? I just.. Even though before I loved doing this.. right now it just doesn’t feel like me anymore.. I’m just talking nonsense now sorry.” I rambled on. But it was true. Before all of this I couldn’t wait until I could finally start teaching, but now, it just feels so distant. It doesn’t feel like something I should be doing.

“No I understand. People change during crazy situations. Especially through situations like these. But do you feel comfortable enough to leave Clark and Jayden here while you’re out there?” He asked. Sam just wanted me to be sure of something like this, because not that long ago I ran off because I didn’t trust anybody.

“I am comfortable with that. The bunker is safe and I know and trust everybody in here now. So yes I’m ok with that.” I explained. I mean it would probably be hard to leave them for a little, but I’ll be back before you know it. It should be fine right? I trust these people.

“Then I don’t see why not. I’ll just have to aske Dean. But he’ll take over for me in a little bit, cause I’m gonna make a list for the things we need to look for on the run in a couple of days.” Sam explained. This was good, Sam agreed in me going already. I honestly can’t wait until I can go outside and not have to worry about Clark or Jayden being in danger. It would feel so freeing, like there would be a weight lifted off my shoulders.

“Speak of the devil.” Sam commented. “Hi Sam, y/n.” Dean said as he was walking up to us.

“Hey, about the run we’re having in a couple of days, y/n wants to join us-” “No, y/n has her teaching.” Dean interrupted. “What I was trying to say.. We could use the extra help. And the day we are going she doesn’t have her teaching anyway.”

Dean crossed his arms. “It’s dangerous out there, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I laughed at that. Is he serious. “Are you forgetting that before I met you guys I was out there with two kids for two years. If anything it’s a lot easier to go out now, because there are no kids with me I need to protect.” Sam gave me a knowing smile. They both knew I was right.

“That doesn’t make it less dangerous for you to get out there.” Dean tried to argue back. “I’ve been out there for two years, while all of you have been hiding in a bunker. I think I know how to protect myself.” I stated a little smugly if I might add. After a moment of silence I said. “I’m going.” Dean tried to say something but I repeated again. “I’m going. End of story.” I just really wanted to get out.

“It’s settled than.... Welp.. you guys have fun guarding together.” Sam said as he waved awkwardly and walked away.

It was awkwardly silent the whole time we were guarding the gate. We were both trying to avoid each others gazes and there were almost no words spoken the entire time. But after a while I think Dean had enough so he decided to break the awkward silence.

“Why do you wanna go out there? It’s nothing but trouble over there. And like you said you’ve been out there.. So you know what trouble you can get in. Why would you wanna do that?” Dean asked me. Looking into my eyes. We were standing far apart, but I could still see his green eyes that lit up by the dim lantern we had standing on one of the cars.

“Because.. I just wanna get out there and not have to worry about Clark and Jayden being safe.” I tries explaining. It was honestly not so much the teaching that bothered me, I still didn’t really like doing it, but I just wanted to get out. I also think I just wanted to get out there because I’ve been with Clark and Jayden this entire time. I just wanted to know what it was like without them to worry about. Was that selfish?

“What if something happens to you?” Dean said worry written all over his face. “I-.. I can’t think about that. Nothing will happen to me.” I told him, but I was more trying to convince myself, more than anything. I just needed to get out of the bunker. It was honestly starting to feel like home, but I still felt stuck inside the gates. I guess that just happens when you’re out there for as long as I have. But getting a chance to go outside these gates without having to worry about Clark or Jayden for once is something I’ve never have been able to do. And it might be selfish of me to say, but I really wanna go out there like I am not a parent for once. Because I’m not, but I am, but I’m not.. right. This title of ‘mom’ was given to me so quickly and I was ok with it, but I never had the chance to prepare like other parents. I didn’t have the 9 months of build up and then boom you have a baby now. It’s just a lot. And with the whole world falling apart I never really had the chance to process any of it. Besides all of that I made a promise to not tell anyone that I am not the really mom of Clark and Jayden. And maybe to have a chance out there I can pretend I’m not. What a horrible thought to have.

“Are you ok?” Dean must have seen the conflict I was having in my head. I wish I could tell him, I wish I could tell everyone, but even though I’ve been here for a month now how much can I really trust them. What if something went wrong and they’d take them away from me.

“I’m ok. I just.. I don’t expect you to understand, but I’ve been out there for so long and I kinda miss it... I guess. And just being in here makes me feel like I’m stuck. I trust Donna to take care of Clark and Jayden for the time I’m gone.” And I truly did trust Donna, just not enough to tell her or again, anyone that I’m not their mother. “I just feel like being in here all the time teaching is me trying to hold on to something I’m not... If that makes sense.”

Dean sighed. “I can understand that... I’m just gonna be keeping an eye on you, cause I don’t want anything to happen to you out there.” He said quickly. I smiled at that and he gave me an awkward smile.

“Thank you Dean it really means a lot to me.” We smiled at each other and without both of us knowing we kept each others gaze. His face was luminated by the dim lights we had around the gates. His eyes looked dark, but still you could see his beautiful green color. I noticed that had freckles on his face, it was very tempting to come closer to count them. But realizing we both have been staring a little too long at each other I directed my gaze down. Such a creep I am staring at somebody. I laughed awkwardly, hoping to move on from this awkward encounter.

After a while of us just keeping watch by the gate Dean spoke up. Probably trying to break the awkward silence that was hanging in the air still. “Soo.. The sky looks nice tonight.” I looked up. It was a clear night you could count the stars. “Don’t tell anyone, but.. There was one perk about the whole world ending.. No pollution. Nights like these.. They’re normal now and I think that’s amazing.” I laughed.

“I agree. You can finally see the stars. Where I lived before I could never.” I told him looking up at the beautiful sky.

“Oh right.. LA girl.” He noted. And I snorted at that. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked now looking at him, pretending to be offended. “Just saying. City girls have their own occupations. And that usually doesn’t include looking up at the sky.” He said smiling. “Well you know, for your information my family used to take me for camping trips in Arizona or Colorado. And I always very much appriciated the sky. I’m not that much of a city girl.” I laughed. But I dropped my smile soon. My family. Would they still be ok?

“Were they from LA too?” Dean asked looking at me again. “No, they were from Boston. I was raised there. I only moved to LA for work. It’s been so long since I’ve seen them. I was supposed to visit them for Christmas, but.. That obviously didn’t happen.” Dean put his arm around my shoulders. “Hey, they’ll be fine. Boston is not that crowded as LA was. And if they are as smart as you they found a way to make a living after.. what.. two years.. Right?” I looked up and him with a smile. It really was because of my dad who taught me how to survive. I don’t think if he ever showed me how to navigate and make traps I would’ve survived. They’re fine. “You’re right. And it has been seven hundred-sixty-four days since the world ended.” His eyebrows shot up. It looked kinda comical. “You’ve been counting the days.. this whole time?”

I laughed a little embarrassed. “Yes.. Is that weird?” I looked down. “No! That’s great. Now I know who to go to for a birthday reminder.” I rolled my eyes. “I guess I’m your girl for that.” We were leaning against a car that was next to the gate. Dean still had his arm over my shoulders. It honestly felt really nice. It was warm in this cool Winer air.

“Why did you start counting?” Dean wondered. “Well I guess I started, because I wanted to know how long it took until all of this would end. And I just didn’t stop.” I explained. I really don’t know why I haven’t stopped counting. It just became second nature to always remember how long it had been since my life before. “Maybe you still wanna hold on to something from your life before.”

It would make sense. “Maybe, but I’m never getting that back. And I’m not sure if I want to.” “I can relate to that.” Dean said. I looked at him a little questionably. “Well, besides the dying it’s not so bad here. You kinda know what to expect I guess. Besides, we don’t have to pay taxes anymore. That’s pretty nice.” I chuckled. “You ae right about that. No taxes and pretty skies.” Now we were both looking up again. It looked so beautiful and so clear. “Oh and..” I turned my head around to Dean to look at him only to be inches removed from him. I didn’t know he was looking at me. The words that I was about to say are lost. I only could think about his eyes. Being so close I could smell the whiskey coming of his breath and the gunpowder from his clothes. I didn’t notice that I was getting closer to him. Feeling his breath on my lips almost touching. CRACK! We both moved away quickly. Something outside of the gates was moving. We both put our guns in our hands pointing to the direction where the noise came from.

“HELLO!” Dean shouted. He was bang his gun against the gate. If it was the dead it would attract them to come closer, so we could deal with them. But nothing came. “Maybe an animal?” I said quietly. “It sounded too heavy for that. Stay here.” Dean said opening the gate. “What the hell are you doing? You don’t know what it was.” I said shocked, does he want to get killed? “I’ll be fine. Just cover for me if it’s needed.” I angerly put the gun up.

“WHO’S THERE?” He yelled again. “Dean do you wanna get killed?” I gave him a pointed glare. This was stupid. Dean followed the tree line with his gun and looked in the bushes. He saw traces of something and put his gun up looking around. After a little bit of knowing it was clear he motioned for me to come.

“What is it?” I asked walking over to him. “Footsteps. They go that way. Who ever it was left.” I stepped closer inspecting the footprints myself. It was hard to see in the light. “You have a flashlight?” I asked Dean. He handed me one he had in his pocket. “What is it?” He asked. I shined on the footprints. These kinds are familiar.

“They’re military.”

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It's Always Been Molly

John Shelby x OC story

Part Three

A/N: Two updates in one weekend! Who am I lol! Another part is up! You get a glimpse of the Mollys past in this one. I apologize in advance if I offend anyone. Thank you to the person who made the GIF above. I think it might be perfect for this part. Links to the other parts are below. Happy reading!

PART ONE ; PART TWO

Warnings: language, mention of abuse, mention of murder and death, mention of pregnancy and childbirth, angst, alcohol (I’m trying really hard with these btw. If I leave something out I’m so sorry)

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Two days after her meeting with Thomas, a friend was bringing the rest of her things from London. She had to meet him at the train station.

Molly had woken up earlier than usual that day. As she walked down the hallway, she saw Jacobs door open. Walking down the steps, she could smell breakfast being made. She was surprised to see her brother standing by the cooker.

“When the ‘ell did you learn how to cook?”, she said as she sat down at the table and started making her plate.

Jacob came to sit down with the rest of the meal,” The nice nanny Tommy hired to watch me after you left taught me. I think her name was Helen. I just called her Nan. Dad wasn’t happy when he came back, and she was here instead of you.” He looked up at his sister waiting for her reaction.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, “Are we really going to talk about this now? I’ve been back for three days!”, she exclaimed.

“You were never on the receiving end of Richards abuse. Mum and I protected you from that. He killed our mother, but paid off the police to rule it an accident. Then he tried to kill me the same way Jake. And don’t think I don’t know about the time he came home drunk, like he always did, and almost bloody shot you.”

Jacob looked over at his sister with wide eyes. That had happened about a year after she had left. He didn’t know she knew about that. He begged Tommy not to tell anyone, especially her. And a few days later Tommy and Polly had come over to sign him into Helen’s custody, on Molly’s behave and told him his father was never coming back to hurt anyone again.

“I was the one who told Tommy to have the Peaky Blinders finish him. Tommy told me they did it slowly and painfully. A way to punish him for what he did to me and our mother. For all the mental, physical, sexual abuse he bestowed on us. Tommy said in the end, John was the one who pulled the trigger. His way of a vengeance for being half the reason I had left,” Molly continued as she stared right at the brother with no emotion on her face.

Jacob reaches over the table to grab her hand, giving it a squeeze,” I was never sad. I was more relieved. And I’m not mad you called the order. Back then I hoped it would bring you back, but I’m happy you are here now. Even though, it’s my fault.”

“I told you not to worry about that. I’ve got everything settled. We are going to the train station this afternoon to get the rest of my things and then I’m officially here for a while,” she smiled. “Tommy said he called a family meeting to announce my homecoming and employment as the maid for the betting shop. We are both invited. At this meeting you will apologize and Tommy will then make you an offer. You’ll either become a Peaky Blinder or you’ll go to work with their horses. You have the afternoon to decide. And then tomorrow, we both start our new jobs.”

Jacob nodded in agreement knowing he didn’t have a choice. He was the one who let it slip to his friends about his relationship with the Shelby’s. He was going to help his sister make it right.

As the clock struck noon, Molly and Jacob were at the train station waiting for the train from London to arrive. Soon Terry would arrive with the rest of her stuff, and they would never have to see each other again. Terry and Molly had an on then off kind of relationship. He was the landlord of her apartment building. When she got the call, they were off again, so he was relieved when she said she wouldn’t be back for a while. Unfortunately, he didn’t sign up to bring the rest of her stuff to her, so she knew he would be irritable when he got here.

As the train pulled into the station and people started to exit, she could hear Terry grumbling in the distance.

“Molly fucking Payne where are you?”, he screamed across the platform.

“Well hello to you too Terry. This is my brother Jacob. Jacob this is Terry”, Molly said as she introduced them. Jacob stuck out his hand for a handshake, but Terry ignored him.

“Just give me the fuckin’ money, so I can get the ‘ell back to London,” he said dropping her bags at their feet.

Molly handed him his money and he walked away. “I don’t know what the hell I ever saw in him. Must have been all the good alcohol he fed me and the cheap rent,” she chuckled and rolled her eyes.

As they were gathering her bags, Molly looked up to see a man on one knee proposing to his lady with an older woman standing next to her. She thought to herself how cute that was and when they walked past the trio, she called out,” Congratulations.”

This made the older woman look up, and she and Molly’s eyes met. Molly quickly, then looked away, hoping Polly didn’t recognize her, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case.

“Molly Payne. My sweet Molly!”, Polly exclaimed happily. She then grabbed the girl and wrapped her in a hug and kissed her forehead.

Molly then realized the other two people with Polly were Ada and Freddie. She smiled when Ada pulled her into a hug as well. She gave a small hello nod to Freddie and mouthed sorry for ruining their moment. It wasn’t until Ada squeezed her really hard that she felt something poking between them.

Molly pulled away with a giant smile on her face, “You’re pregnant!” She reached to put her hand on Adas small bump.

Ada when leaned into Freddie, “We are! And just in time because by the looks of these bags, it could only mean auntie Molly is back in town.”

“When did you get back? Does anyone know you are here? Does John?”, Polly asked.

Molly then explained that Tommy was the only one besides her brother, who was forgotten during the reunion, that she was here. But everyone, including John would find out tonight. She made them promise not to say anything until then. After they all agreed, they went their separate ways.

As the evening approached, Molly watched out the window as all the Shelbys arrived for their family meeting. Thomas called her after she had returned from the train station to tell her to come over around half past six. He wanted her to knock on the door and wait for him to come get them.

She looked over at the clock. It was just after six. She got up from the sofa to head upstairs. “Hey, let’s start to get ready. We need to leave soon,” she said as she walked past his room on her way to hers. She sat at the vanity to fix her hair and then went over to the wardrobe to pick a dress.

With one last look over herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath to calm the nerves that had suddenly appeared. She walked through the hall and down the steps, she notices it’s twenty past six.

“Jake, please hurry up. I really don’t want to be late,” she said in an anxious tone as she fumbled around trying to get everything together but her hands were shaking.

Jacob came down the steps moments later chuckling,” We are walking across the street. We won’t be late.” He then grabs the girl by her shoulders to stop her, “Molly, Molly! Stop! Everything will be fine. You look great. Everyone will be so happy to see you.”

“Yeah. Okay,” she said not convinced and took another deep breath.

The two then put their coats on and walked out the door across the street. As they approached the Shelby house, Molly was frozen with fear and anxiety. Jacob then took the initiative to knock on the door signaling they arrived. Moments later Thomas answered the door and ushered her and Jacob in.

“Wait here for just a minute”, Thomas whispered, walking back into the kitchen.

“Now, onto the second reason I gathered you all here today. A few weeks ago, someone had broken into the betting shop after hours and took some money we left laying out,” Thomas looked around at each of his siblings and aunt,” Now part of that was our fault, but me and the Blinders found the boys that had done it and took care of them, except for one. I asked him to come here tonight to speak to us about how he will pay us back. Jacob, please come in here.”

Jacob followed Thomas into the room. “Hello everyone. I would first like to say I am deeply, deeply sorry for stealing from you. I fell into the wrong crowd, and they used my relationship with you all against me. I hope you all can forgive me. We will do everything we can to pay everything back.

“We? Whose we?”, Arthur piped up.

“Yeah, whose we? You mean you and the redhead leaving your house every morning,” John said jokingly as he stood to wrap an arm around the boy.

Now with Johns back to her, Molly thought it would be a good time to walk into the kitchen. All eyes were on her except for Johns, who didn’t hear her walk up behind him. Polly and Ada were smiling, Thomas was smirking and Arthur’s mouth just dropped open.

She then cleared her throat,” No, it’s me.”

Hearing the voice John hadn’t heard in eight years, his eyes widened with shock, and he turned around. There was no way he was seeing and hearing correctly. He was speechless.

“Hello everyone. Hello John,” Molly going to grab a hold of her brother.

“Now that Jacob has apologized. I hope you all don’t mind, I’ll be working here, as the maid and nanny for Finn. I’ll also help with your children when needed John,” she said looking at him. His expression still shocked that she was standing there after all these years.

“Jacob here has decided to take a job as a Peaky Blinder, with everyone’s permission. I hope that him joining will help pay back everything you all have done for us. I want you all to teach him how to keep the city safe. I hope to keep this place tidy and up to your standards, as well as keep Finn out of trouble,” Molly continued.

Polly then stood up and came toward Jacob,” He’ll be a good man to help keep the pubs in check,” she then turned to Tommy,” You keep him away from the fighting for now. I can still sense the scared child in him.”

She then made her way over to Molly. She looked at her with sad eyes, sensing the fear in her heart. Polly then again turned to Tommy,” She doesn’t need to be involved. She doesn’t owe us anything,” Polly then moved her eyes over to John, who was now stood leaning against the wall,” She was almost family. She should have been rising with us not under us. Jacob being a Blinder should be enough to cover the damage.”

“A deal has already been set Polly. She and I sat down a few days ago and agreed to the terms,” Tommy said back.

“Well then undo it. The poor girl is still broken, I can sense it. Why would you make a decision like this and not consult the rest of us,” Polly spat back.

Molly then reached for Polly’s hand,” It’s okay Pol. I’ll be alright. It’s just cleaning and watching over the children”, she then reached her other hand out for Ada,” Just think, I’ll be able to help deliver the baby. Just like we did when Finn was born.”

Polly smiles at the memory. Her sister had been having a hard time delivering the little boy, so she had Ada run across the lane for Molly’s mother. Molly had insisted on going with her leaving Jacob with Ada. That was the first time she had ever seen a baby be born. After, Molly had told John that’s what she wanted to do with when she was older. Have babies and deliver them.

“I have something to look forward to, so I won’t be running away again,” Molly continued while smiling at the memory as well. She had looked over at John and their eyes met. He remembered that day too. It was the day he promised himself he was going to make that happen for you. But of course, as time went on, things changed.

“Okay, you both win. I won’t fight it,” Polly says raising her hands in defeat.

Tommy then clears his throat,” Alright then, all in favor of Molly and Jacob coming to work for us raise your hand.” Everyone raised a hand except for John.

He then kicked himself off the wall and walked back over toward Molly. “I know you better than anyone else in this room. Look me in the eyes and tell me you want this. I’ll raise my hand if you really want this,” he said, wrapping his hand lightly around her shoulders, making her look at him.

Molly reluctantly looked up at John, “I don’t just want this John, I need this. I need to do this to help my brother. He is the only reason I came back here.”

And with that, Molly shook Johns hands off of her and backed away. She then noticed John raise his hand.

Arthur then stood up and made his way over to Jacob,” Well, I guess this calls for a celebratory drink,” he then proceeded to pour everyone a drink,” Welcome to the Peaky Blinders kid”

And just like that, it was official. All the Shelbys agreed and it was set in stone.

They all spent the rest of the night catching up and drinking. Molly couldn’t help but notice how quiet John was. She knew he wouldn’t be happy with the decision and what she had said. But he was going to have to deal with it. It was the truth. She came back for her brother.

Or at least that’s what she thought.

(posted 07/05/2020)

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