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scarlethexelove · 5 months ago

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Heyyyy!!! " Growing family" literally is curing me lmaooo, ur so awesome sauce 🤠🙌

Could you make a part 3 where reader gives birth??? I would appreciate it smmm!!!

I hope you have a good dayy!!

Not As Planned

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1744

Warning: Shoulder injury, A bit angsty I guess, giving birth, angry reader, fluff at the end, Wanda coming in clutch

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 4

A/n: Sorry it took a bit to get to this and I hope you enjoy. I liked writing this and it honestly got longer than I was expecting it to be.

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“Lizzie, sweetheart, can you come here please.” You call out to your daughter as you hold your stomach. You had felt off and more bloated today than normal. Pain started to slowly increase over time signaling you to the fact that you are going into labor. Normally you would have ignored it thinking that it was braxton hicks but you know better than that. The twins are coming now and you need to get to the compound quickly.

Lizzie runs into the room with a big smile on her face that quickly drops when she sees your face contorted in pain. “Mommy what wrong?” You put on the best fake smile that you can. “Mommy is ok.” She shakes her head not believing you. “Mommy hurt.” You try your best to get down on her level. “Do you remember how Mommy and Mama told you that you are going to have siblings and that they are growing in Mommy’s tummy.” Your daughter nods her head and you smile. “Well your siblings would really like to meet you soon.” The little frown that once covered her face now replaced with a wide smile. “I can’t wait Mommy.” You can’t help but find her excitement heartwarming. “Remember how Mama packed a bag and left it by the door?” She nods her head. “Can you go get that for Mommy?” Without a word your daughter scurries away towards the bag that is most definitely as big as her.

You pull out your phone but have to stop when another contraction hits causing you to gasp in pain and hold your stomach with one hand. “Fuck.” You mumble under your breath. As it passes you pull up your wifes contact and dial the phone. The phone rings through but she doesn’t answer. You let out a frustrated sigh before dialing again. “Damnit Natasha pick up the fucking phone.” You mumble as the call goes to voicemail again.

“What does fucking mean Mommy?” Your head snaps to the direction of your daughter who has dragged the bag into the room. “That is an adult word sweetheart you don’t say that.” She thinks for a moment before nodding. “Otay.” You breathe a sigh of relief but not for long as you grunt in pain as another wave hits you. “Mommy!” Lizzie yells as she comes over to you. She does what she can to try and comfort you, following what she has seen Nat do for you in the past. As it passes you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. “I’m okay baby.” You look at your phone and look for Wanda’s number quickly dialing it.

The phone rings through before you hear Wanda’s voice on the other end of the phone. “Y/n what’s wrong?” Wanda sounds a bit panicked. “I’m in labor and my wife isn’t answering the phone, that's what’s wrong. Ah fuck.” You groan the contractions getting closer together. “I’m coming to get you.” Wanda says and you can hear rustling in the background as she hurries herself to get to you. “Wanda, where is my wife?” You ask as the pain passes once again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Wanda evades your question. “Wanda you better tell me where my wife is or so help me-” Wanda cuts you off. “Don’t be mad.” You grunt. “Wanda I’m already mad.” Wanda sighs on the other end before speaking. “While training a new recruit who has enhanced strength she may have dislocated her shoulder. She’s in medical right now.” You can’t help but feel anger bubbling up. “I’m going to kill her and maybe that recruit too.” You mumble. Wanda does say anything as she drives as fast as she can to you.

You take the to go bag and Lizzie’s hand as you lead her outside and lock the door. You have to press your sweaty forehead against the door as a new wave hits you. You hear as the car rolls up but you don’t move waiting for the pain to subside. “Y/n/n you shouldn’t be carrying that. You hear Wanda’s voice as she quickly makes her way over to you. She takes the bag off your shoulder and wraps her arm around you to support you. “Well when my wife isn’t here I have to do it myself.” You mumble as Wanda leads you to the car. She gets you into the passenger seat first before throwing the bag in the back and getting Lizzie into the car seat she has in her car just for her. She quickly runs around the car and gets back in before taking off towards the compound.

Nat made you promise that you will have the twins at the compound and nowhere else. With Tony hiring the best medical staff in the world she wasn’t taking any chances by having you go anywhere else. You understood and thought it was for the best so you put up no arguments about it.

It didn’t take long before you’re pulling up to the compound. Nat is waiting outside worry etched into her features and a sling holding her arm to keep from moving her shoulder. Wanda barely has time to stop the car before Nat is pulling open your door. She reaches out for you but you swat her hand away. “Don’t touch me.” You turn to get out of the car on your own Wanda coming up next to Nat before you're doubled over by another more intense wave hitting you. “Detka please let me help you.” You grunt. “This wasn’t the plan Natalia. You aren’t supposed to be hurt. How are you going to hold our babies if you can’t move your fucking arm.” She looks like a wounded puppy at your words and almost makes you forget about the pain. She knows that a part of it has to do with your hormones, the pain, but also your fear of her getting hurt. “Detka please. I can still help and it’s only for 2 weeks.” You shake your head and Wanda moves to help you out of the car. “You can’t hold a newborn with one arm, Natalia. You could hurt yourself more or worse yet one of our babies.” You know you’re being harsh on her but you're upset and scared; and your wife is injured when you need her the most.

Nat doesn’t fight back. She gets Lizzie out of the car and does her best to sling the to-go bag over her good shoulder. You see how she struggles slightly as Wanda hurries to get you inside. “Natty please be careful.” Nat smiles as your mood changes slightly. While Wanda gets you quickly to the med bay, Nat has Pepper who just so happens to be visiting today to watch Lizzie. She then quickly joins you.

The doctors are already getting you ready to push the pain overwhelming but it’s already too late to have anything. When your eyes meet Nat’s you give her grabby hands and she quickly joins you by your side. Her hand slipping into yours with her good arm. Wanda is about to leave when you grab her hand. “Where do you think you’re going? I need you.” You tell Wanda she smiles and settles in back next to you on the other side.

The doctor settles in front of you with nurses moving around the room preparing for your twins arrival. “Alright Mommy and Mama are you ready to meet your babies?” You both nod and the woman smiles. “When your next contraction hits I want you to push. Can you do that for me?” She asks and you nod. It doesn’t take long before the next wave hits and you're pushing. It takes everything in you to keep pushing. Nat and Wanda encourage you and hold your hands as you continue to push.

Soon the room is filled with the cry’s of your baby. “A beautiful baby girl.” The doctor holds her up. Tears fill your eyes as you look at yours and Nat’s daughter. You look up to Nat who has tears running down her cheeks. You look back to your daughter as she wails and her cry fills the room. One of the nurses took her away to get her cleaned up. You’re brought back to the fact that you still have one more baby to push out with another contraction. “Come on Mommy, let's meet your other little one. Push!” You do as you're told. Pushing and crying. Soon after more cry’s fill the room. The doctor once again holds up your baby. “A beautiful baby boy.”

You’re now fully crying at your beautiful babies. Nat and Wanda are constantly telling you how well you did. Nat kisses your forehead letting her lips linger there. “You did amazing detka, I’m so proud of you.” You’re sweaty and tired but you feel nothing but happiness. “I love you Natty.” You mumble tiredly. “I love you too Y/n/n.”

Soon your daughter has been placed on your chest while Wanda holds your son. Tears stream down your cheeks causing Nat to gently turn your face to look at her. She cups your cheek in her hand and wipes your tears with her thumb as she brushes it against your cheek. “Are you ok detka?” You give her a small nod. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” You mumble your gaze falling. “No detka I should be sorry.” Your eyes lift to her emerald eyes. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” You nuzzle her hand. “Everything is ok moya lyubov’.”

The room is silent for a bit as you stare down at your sleeping daughter. Your voice is low as you speak. “Thank you Natty.” She looks at you confused but your gaze doesn’t lift. “For what?” You let out a sigh. “For being here.” You can’t bring yourself to look at her. Nat knows exactly what’s going on. Your ex wasn’t there when Lizzie was born and you had to do it alone. She left the moment she found out you were pregnant. Your words break her heart. She brings your gaze to her once again. “I’m not going anywhere detka. I will always be here for you. For our family.” Nat leans down gently kissing your lips. Today might not have been how you planned it but it turned out just fine.

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gucciwins · 1 year ago

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Hey!! Was wondering if you could do a dadrry blurb?? With H and y/n doing tummy time with the bubs on their playmat? 🥺 or just anything cute 🥰

something cute with dad harry as requested 🫶 enjoy, my love

Becoming a parent is something Harry always dreamed about. He looked forward to helping his baby eat, rock them to sleep, and even looking forward to changing their nappy.

He was ready for everything but wasn’t prepared to see his son grow quickly every day. It seemed as if every time he blinked his son, Elio was onto the next milestone.

Even the hard days were easy because of Y/N.

His wife of four years seemed to have the answer for everything. Sometimes, she made it seem too easy being able to recognize the distinct cries of their child, but she reassured Harry that they were learning together.

Work had allowed them both to take time off to enjoy the first month together, but Harry whined about returning to work once his time was up. He just couldn’t bear leaving Y/N and his son so soon. Although work did give him something to miss, he missed cuddling with his son and having that feeding time, but Y/N assured him those late-night wake-ups would still exist. Harry swore Elio grew an inch every time he walked out of the room.

Harry wished he could stay tiny forever, but he was also ready for Elio to start speaking because Harry knew Elio would be the sweetest kid, especially with Y/N as his mother.

The weekends were his favorite because he spent it at home with his family. They would walk around their neighborhood or have a picnic in the park. They were always doing something as a family. Right now, at five months old, Elio loves his tummy time. Y/N would lie on his stomach on a blanket Harry’s mother gifted Elio when he hit one month because his grandparents spoiled him as much as they could on any date and occasion. Elio was laid down with toys around him that he could reach for, which helped with his motor functions. Harry liked joining him as well. Y/N usually used this time to catch up on chores or little things around the house, but Harry convinced her it could all wait today.

She sat on the floor, watching as Harry spoke to Elio. He talked to them about the day and weather, even how the Green Bay Packers were doing during the current season as if he could understand. Harry took Elio’s gurgles as responses and carried the conversation. It warmed Y/N’s heart to see how easily Harry fell into the father role, one he expressed he dreamed about far more than he thought was normal. Now, they sit here, watching Elio, who seems to be an exact replica of Harry except for his cute nose, which appears to be all Y/N.

Y/N laughed as she caught Harry playing with the blocks she had laid out for Elio. He was building a tower, too lost in a trance explaining each step, all while Elio was swinging around a rattle that captured his attention.

“Baby, those are for Bubs,” Harry turns to her, pouting, and while his attention is elsewhere, Elio uses that as a chance to swing his arm around and knocks Harry’s tower over.

Harry turns back in shock, all while Y/N laughs. Little Elio joins his mother in laughing at Harry, who dramatically mourns his eight-block castle.

“Did you enjoy that, Elio? Enjoy making Mummy laugh?” Harry asks Elio in a sweet voice reserved just for him. Elio’s response is two rattle shakes.

“Tummy time over, Daddy wants cuddles!” Harry opens his arms, a gesture Elio has become familiar with, knowing he will be held. Elio replicates it, dropping his toy, and Harry, in one swoop, brings him to his chest. Harry kisses his head repeatedly as he whispers how much he loves him.

“Bring him over!” Y/N makes grabby hands for Elio.

Harry playfully turns away, “my turn.”

“Then come cuddle me.”

Harry thinks that sounds perfect, so as Y/N lays down on their couch, he passes Elio to her so she can rest him on her chest. Elio lets out a deep sigh as he settles into his mother’s hold. Harry knows Elio loves Y/N; if he had to choose a favorite parent, it’d be her. He understands Y/N’s perfect. She’s a perfect partner who loves him and respects him. Harry always feels showered by her love, and it’s not different for Elio. It‘s clear Elio loves receiving all her love, too.

Harry lays down with his favorite people, his hand resting on Elio’s bum for support, and he knows life does not get better than this.

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Sparkles - Harry Styles

happy new year folks! this is my NYE gift for all of you, hope 2021 will treat you well and see you soon with hopefully a lot of content! thank you for being here with me this year, 2020 was an emotional ride for me, but tumblr remained my happy place. thank you for all the support you showed me and my art this year, cheers to a new one! enjoy this little soon-to-be-dad!harry piece as celebration

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Harry finishes up the last touch on the virgin mojitos, adorning his work he did with the sugar-coated edge of the glass, feeling quite proud how he nailed it. He softly hums along the music that’s flowing from the record-player as he cleans up after himself, leaving the kitchen spotless, just when he hears his name called out.

“Harry? Can you help me?” Y/N’s voice comes from their shared bedroom and he is quick to drop everything to come to her rescue.

“Coming!”

He shuffles into the room, finding his very pregnant wife sitting on the edge of their bed, her favorite pair of heels at her feet that go well with the loose dress she is wearing. She has ditched wearing anything tight a while ago, feeling way more comfortable in baggy clothes since her bump started showing. He never tried to convince her to wear her usual clothes, he has read enough to know how much she goes through with her body image during pregnancy, so he just always wanted to make sure she feels comfortable over fashionable. Also, she looks breathtakingly beautiful to him regardless of what she is wearing. Or what she is not wearing…

Her eyes lift up to him as he appears in the room, she is leant back on one arm behind her while her other hand is cupping her bump.

“Can you please help me put them on?” she pouts and Harry is on his knees in front of her without a second thought. It’s not the first time she struggles to put her shoes on, but Harry doesn’t mind helping her do such mundane things, if anything, it just makes him feel involved, like he is able to take just a tiny part of the hard side of pregnancy away even if it’s just as small as putting on her shoes or shaving her legs in the parts where she can’t reach anymore.

“You sure you’ll be fine in heels all night, baby?” he asks, carefully sliding her slightly swollen feet into the heels, but they luckily still fit.

“Already packed a change, don’t worry,” she grins, her hand running up and down her stomach as Harry finishes up the task. Smirking up at her he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to her bump, cupping the sides in his palms. Though he can’t wait to finally meet their little baby girl in just three short weeks, he gotta admit he’ll miss the bump.

Over the course of this pregnancy, he has grown to love this state of the woman he is in love with. See her go through the changes, experience new things and grow a new life in her own body, it’s been a privilege to be by her side through the journey and Harry can’t wait to see her do it again whenever the time is going to be right.

Standing up he helps her to her feet, she smoothes out the soft fabric of the dress that reaches just above her knees.

“You look amazing, baby,” he smiles, kissing her lips softly.

“Thank you. What time is it, should we leave?”

“Let’s drink our cocktails and then we can leave,” Harry nods. They move out to the kitchen and she squeals in happiness seeing the mojitos she requested from him earlier.

“These look so nice!” she gasps doing a little happy dance as she takes the one Harry hands her. “Is yours alcohol free too?”

“Of course.”

“You know you can drink, right? I don’t mind it.”

“I know. But I don’t want to,” he smiles down at her, clinking his glass against hers. “Cheers, baby.”

She smiles up at him stealing a quick kiss before they both taste the drink.

“Mm, this is amazing, H,” she nods to herself, gulping from the cocktail again and again.

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Yes. Can’t wait to have one with actual alcohol in it,” she smirks making him chuckle. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her head before chugging down his own drink.

Not so much later they get in the car and head over to one of their friends’ New Year’s Eve party they’ve been invited to. Harry was hesitant to accept the invitation at first, knowing well she would be close to full term at this point, but she seemed too excited to go out, something she hasn’t done too much lately. Pregnancy has made her way too tired most of the time to even leave the house, her natural habitat became their king sized bed, wearing mostly Harry’s jumpers with just her knickers.

Upon arriving to the party that’s held in a penthouse, Harry keeps a hand on her lower back at all times, making sure she is okay, whether it’s about needing something to drink, to eat or if she decides to change her shoes. That happens quite fast, barely over an hour into the evening Y/N makes her way to one of the plush couches and Harry gladly helps her get rid of the torturous heels and put on her ballerina shoes.

It’s past eleven when he first lets her out of his sight, only so she could go to the bathroom, though he asks if she needs help with that as well.

“I think I’ll manage,” she smiles at him, hand sliding to the back of his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss.

His eyes cautiously follow her disappear down one of the hallways, nursing the same soda he opened an hour ago. He returns his attention to the conversation they were in before her leaving and barely notices that she is taking way too long in the bathroom. When he realizes that she hasn’t returned, he excuses himself from the little group to go and find his wife. Dodging anyone who tries to pull him into another conversation, he makes his way down the hallway he last saw Y/N waddle away. It’s not his first time here, so he knows exactly where to find the bathroom, however, his eyes fall on something that diverts from his destination.

Walking past one of the many bedrooms, he notices an all too familiar pair of slightly swollen feet propped up on the edge of a bed through the door that’s ajar and a smile falls on his lips right away as he pushes it further open. Lying comfortably on top of the king sized bed, there is Y/N resting on her side, the only position she can sleep these days, hugging one of the giant pillows to herself, snoozing adorably.

Harry knew she would get tired way too early, though she was convinced it wouldn’t be a problem, staying up past midnight, yet here she is, sleeping the night away while the party is still buzzing outside. Her shoes are abandoned at the leg of the bed, purse tossed to the nightstand and Harry swears she probably came in to just lie down for a bit because her back was starting to hurt, but eventually fell asleep.

Walking inside he closes the door behind him, the bedside lamp illuminating the room enough for him to navigate to the other side of the bed as he kicks his shoes off. He couldn’t care less about all the people outside, it doesn’t matter that they probably should be out there mingling, right now he just wants to hold his pregnant wife and have a nap with her, regardless of the fact that they might miss midnight.

As soon as he lies down behind her, his arm circles around her, hand coming to rest just above her popped out belly button and though he tried to be as careful as possible, she still wakes up, blinking at him over her shoulder a little groggily.

“Harry? I fell asleep,” she whispers, partially to herself, rather than to him.

“I know baby. It’s alright.”

“M’sorry, I just came in here to have a breather, but I just felt so tired,” she adds, yawning into her words at the end.

“Don’t worry. Wanna stay a little longer or do you wanna go out?”

“How much time do we have until midnight?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows before her eyes go wide. “Wait, did I sleep through midnight?”

“No, you didn’t,” he chuckles softly, kissing her shoulder. “Want me to set an alarm for us?”

“Please,” she nods, dropping her head back to the pillow. He fishes his phone out of his back pocket, setting an alarm ten minutes before midnight so they have a little over twenty minutes to rest before they have to emerge from their temporary bedroom.

Dropping the phone behind him to the mattress, he places back his palm to her bump, gently caressing it as she leans back against his body, enjoying the warm embrace of him. They both doze off soon, the party outside is long forgotten as they enjoy some alone time, but those twenty minutes go by faster than they wanted it to and they are shaken up from their shallow sleep by the sound of his phone’s alert.

“Ah fuck,” he slurs, blindly tapping around the mattress behind him until his hand finally finds the phone and he turns it off.

“Why am I so tired?” she breathes out rolling to her back, staring up at the ceiling with sleepy eyes. Harry’s eyes wander down on her body and he can’t help the smile forming on his lips seeing her bump towering high. He is still struggling to wrap his head around the fact that there’s a tiny baby girl in there, his baby girl.

“Because you are growing our baby. That needs a lot of energy,” he mumbles kissing her tummy softly, running his hand up and down on it.

“Do you think she’ll look more like you or me?” she asks excitedly, tangling her graceful fingers through his hair as he presses his cheek gently against the side of her bump.

“I hope she’ll take more after you,” he smiles at her.

“Really?”

“Of course. But like, with a hint of me,” he adds, making her chuckle.

“I want her to have your eyes. I love them,” she muses and reaching out she runs a finger delicately through his left eyebrow, bringing it down the side of his face until it reaches his lips. He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the pad of her finger, tugging her smile wider with the softness of his actions.

They hear the buzzing increase outside, so they figure the countdown is close. Though the both know they should be heading out to be with the rest of the guests, neither of them moves.

“I’m a little afraid though,” she whispers as the smile falls from her lips.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’ll be weird that it won’t be just the two of us anymore.”

“Do you… regret…?” he implies hesitantly, a little afraid of her answer even though he knows it.

“Of course not,” she breathes out with a soft smile. “I wanted this. We both wanted, right?” Harry nods at her question. “I just… I’m a little afraid we will lose… us. You know what I mean?”

“I think I do,” he nods again, pushing himself up before he scoots closer, caging her between his arms on the bed as he holds himself up above her. “And I promise you I will never stop working on us. I’ll try my best to keep these sparkles alive for as long as we live.”

“So you still feel the sparkles?” she asks with a shy smile, hands sliding to the back of his neck as she starts playing with his curls.

“Of course I do,” he smirks.

“Even after spending five years with me, you still haven’t gotten bored of me?”

“I could never,” he chuckles shaking his head dramatically, making his curls brush against her forehead.

“Yeah?” she giggles. “Not even when I’m making you watch Big Hero 6 for the millionth time?”

“Not even then,” he assures her. He could never say no to her pouty look whenever she is trying to make him watch it again, because it’s her favorite Disney movie of all times. If anything, he cherishes the moments when she is all cuddled up to his side and quotes the lines perfectly, eyes shining so brightly. He would do anything to make her happy.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” The countdown begins outside, yet they still don’t move. Staring at each other, they preserve this precious moment, one of the last ones where they are on their own. Her hands go to cup his cheeks, her thumb running along the soft skin under his eyes.

“I love you. So much,” he breathes out, closing his eyes for a short moment to enjoy her soft touch.

“Seven! Six! Five! Four!”

“I love you too,” she whispers, getting lost in his eyes once they lock on hers again.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year, my love. I can’t wait to see what this year brings for us.”

“Happy New Year, baby,” she smiles, pulling him down for a sweet and appreciative kiss, the first one of the year.

They drag the moment a little longer, enjoying the sparkles that are still clearly there, before they pull back, grinning at each other like crazy.

“We should head back, don’t we?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“Can we leave soon though? I don’t think I can stay awake much longer.”

“Of course,” he chuckles pecking her lips one last time before he scoots to the edge of the bed to get off of it.

“Harry?” she calls out and when his eyes return to her frame, she is still lying in the same position.

“Love, we really shouldn’t stay any longer in here,” he huffs, eyes soft on her, but she shakes her head.

“It’s not that. I think… I think I need some help getting up,” she admits chuckling.

“Oh right,” he mumbles shuffling over to her side to grab her hands and gently pull her up until she sits on the edge of the bed. He kneels down without a second thought, putting on her shoes, making her smile. “There,” he breathes out, helping her to her feet. She circles her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible with her bump.

“You are going to be such an amazing dad, Harry,” she breathes out kissing him delicately.

“I hope so,” he chuckles nervously, his hands squeezing her hips gently. “Come on, let’s schmooze a little longer so we can go home and sleep.”

“That’s the best thing you said tonight,” she sighs dramatically, making his eyes go wide.

“Oh really? That was the best?”

“Just kidding!” she chuckles pinching his cheek before adding in a mumble: “Kinda.”

“You’re lucky you are pregnant, I wouldn't let this slide otherwise,” he shakes his head, taking her hand as they head towards the door.

“Oh, but you love me too much to get mad at me, right?”

Smirking he opens the door and holds it open for her.

“I do love you a lot.”

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comfortwriting · 4 years ago

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A Triwizard Baby Part 2 - F.W

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This is Part 2 of The Triwizard Baby Series, you can read part 1 here.

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Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy, Mention of Abortion, alcohol.

"Oh come on, Y/N." Fred begged again "Please!"

"I said no!" You hissed, slapping Fred's hand away from you, storming past him and hurrying to the bathroom, feeling more nauseous than ever.

Clutching your stomach, you fell down onto your knees and hurled yourself over the toilet, vomiting up your porridge and pumpkin juice. At the moment, mornings were cruel to you - your stomach would churn and you had to endure feeling sick, and most often vomiting up your food. You didn't think anything of it, you told yourself you got food poisoning, or one of your potions had bad side effects, but in reality, as you discovered, food and potions weren't responsible for your morning sickness - Fred's baby was.

"Miss Y/L/N, it appears that you're pregnant." Madame Pomfrey announced, handing you the strange plastic stick, pointing at the tiny circle window with a plus sign inside that stared up at you.

You put your head in your hands and sighed, starting to shake, tears filling your eyes.

"I-I don't know what to do."

"Do you want to keep it?"

"I don't know"

"Do you want to terminate the pregnancy?"

"I-I don't know, just give me time to think."

Wracking your brain and trying to think of how you could explain this to your parents, and thinking about your future, Madame Pomfrey walked across the room, sorting through various potions, you could hear the glass bottles knocking over and clinking against one another. Walking back over to you, she handed you a deep purple potion that was misty and looked sparkly when hit by the light.

"Take this once a day, each morning until you know what you want. This potion will hide any indication of pregnancy as the weeks pass by. You'll still experience the usual side effects, but the most this will do is hide your growing bump."

"The usual side effects?" you scoffed "You're saying this as if this has happened to me before, I-"

Madame Pomfrey shook her head at you "You're in here, in a complete pickle on your own because of Fred Weasley" she said quietly, in case any students were now inside the hospital wing.

You swallowed hard, was your love for him that obvious?

"You're not the first girl of his to end up here" she grumbled "And I doubt you'll be the last!"

Fred knocked other girls up? Who? Did you know them? Did they secretly keep the baby?

Everything started to make your head spin, even more, you pulled the top off the potion and necked a tiny drop down, it tasted bitter yet spicy, you could feel a tingling in your tummy.

"If you run out, you know where to find me," Madame Pomfrey said, ushering around you, fluffing up pillows and making the beds "Now, you better be off!"

You were in shock - not just about being pregnant and hiding it, but the whole night in general from what you could remember. One minute you were snogging your best friend, being cheered on by everyone around you, the next minute you were having sex, then you woke up in the morning with a pounding headache and a hangover from hell - which led you to this moment: you were already one month into your pregnancy, and no one aside from Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore knew.

You didn't want to terminate the pregnancy, but you didn't want to raise the child either, you felt lost and afraid, and you had no one to talk to - but in the next week or so, you would either have the support of your family or you would be disowned.

"What's up with her?" George asked Fred, looking around after waiting for you to return to the great hall.

"I don't know, Georgie." Fred answered, feeling pissed off "She's been more distant, after the first task she just.. she's changed."

Fred couldn't remember anything from that night, the next morning he woke up and you were already out of his bed, and no one mentioned what happened because they were going through hangovers from hell too - what did they expect? you were the master of drinking games, and no one could ever keep up with you.

You couldn't face Fred after the night you shared together, your brain warned you to stay away from him, to run in the other direction - screaming, whilst your heart cried for him, calling out his name and screaming at you - begging you to run to him with open arms.

You were frightened, alone, and felt ashamed, how could you bring a child up so young during your studies? how could you tell your best friend that you were carrying his child? how could you explain that you were now forever tied to him whether he liked it or not? You decided that you shouldn't and wouldn't tell him, from what you knew of - Fred couldn't remember what happened that night and you were satisfied, the least he could remember the better.

"Probably her time of the month or something, Freddie, don't overthink it."

Fred sighed "Well I’ve been planning to ask Angelina to the ball, I thought she'd get jealous when I took my time to ask her, but she didn't care."

George nodded, trying to think about what could have caused you to be so distant and moody, even George knew your periods and mood swings weren't that bad.

"I'm not giving up on her though" Fred continued, crossing his arms "by the end of the week she'll be on my arm, I can't turn up to watch the Yule Ball without a lass now can I?"

Tomorrow was The Yule Ball, a formal dance held on the evening of Christmas Day. Before realising you were pregnant, you had picked out a dress, you even got excited with the possibility that Fred would ask you - but now you needed to avoid him at all costs, seeing his face and turning him down once more would hurt your heart more than it deserved.

After taking a shower, you stared at your tummy through the mirror, realising that in a couple of weeks time, it would become more obvious that you were pregnant, and remember that you would need to rely on the potion to keep things a secret.

"Okay" you whispered to yourself "Don't forget, don't let the brain fog get you into trouble."

Drying yourself, you pulled on your clothes, constantly repeating the potion, and your plan in your head.

Walking out of the common room and down the stairs, turning around and walking down the hall, a loud whistle made you jump, Fred was following you.

"Don't ignore me, love, you know it's rude."

You glared at Fred, your heart and head both at war just by the sight of him and the sound of his voice.

"The answer is still no Fred, just leave me alone."

Don't look at him, don't get attached to his baby - stop it - just keep walking.

"Is it seriously too much to ask?" Fred hissed "It's just Yule Ball, not a bloody date!"

"I'm aware, Fred!" you raised your voice, feeling stressed, sick, and drained "No, I'm not going with you, just please - leave me alone."

Fred didn't chase after you, he stopped in his tracks and burned holes in the back of your head. He didn't understand, why were you avoiding him? why did you suddenly hate him after being best friends, inseparable for so many years? did he say something wrong? did he look at you funny? he didn't know, and he couldn't put his finger on the strange feeling clawing inside him.

Fred’s heart split in two, and he wouldn’t let you get away with doing this - he would get you back in the cruellest way possible, he had to make you jealous.

“Fine!” he yelled at you “I’ll ask someone else! Someone worth my time!”

The Yule Ball was underway, Fred had managed to ask out Angelina, Hermione with Krum, everyone with a partner - even those who weren’t happy about it, like Ron and Harry. You, however, were sat in the empty Hospital Wing, with Madame Pomfrey and your parents.

The huge lump kept forming in your throat, no matter how many times you kept swallowing it down. You couldn't keep still, your feet were tapping against the floor and you kept picking at the thread on your skirt.

"So what seems to be the issue?" your mum asked politely.

You stared at the thread, avoiding all eye contact.

Madame Pomfrey cleared her throat "Well, Mr and Mrs Y/L/N, you have been called into this meeting today as you need to be made aware of something that involves your daughter, Y/N. This matter will give us all plenty to discuss, and plenty of choices for Y/N to decide."

"What is it, sweetheart?" your dad asked, holding the hand of his wife.

Tears welled in your eyes again, your vision going like Harry's before the Gilliweed would take effect in a few months time.

"Please don't get mad" you croaked, finally looking up at your parents, staring at their concerned, soft faces "I-I'm pregnant."

Your parents went quiet, exchanging looks, appearing to be concerned, and quite shocked, but they understood - and they were going to get you through this.

“I know you’re scared, Y/N,” your mother said softly “You’re so young, raising a baby whilst being a baby - our baby - yourself.”

“We were young parents,” your father added quietly “it wasn’t easy, but we pulled through, we will support you, please don’t be ashamed.”

“The worst thing is” you choked, tears falling onto your skirt “I don’t even have the heart to tell him, he can’t remember what happened.”

Your mum got out of her seat and hurried over to you, pulling you into her arms, stroking your head as you wept, reassuring you.

“Is Fred the father?” Your mum asked under her breath, hoping her husband wouldn’t add him to his hit-list.

You nodded your head “yes” you sniffled “he is.”

“Now,” Madame Pomfrey huffed “I don’t want you going to that ball, you need to keep yourself safe, the baby needs to be safe.”

Well, you can’t join the dance or drink the spiked punch, but that doesn’t mean you can’t watch from a distance, does it?

Sitting down at the table behind Harry and Ron’s, you watched everyone dance with smiles on their faces, falling in love with their date for the night. You felt left out, quite bummed, and worst of all, you now had to watch the love of your life, the father of your child, mess with you on purpose.

Fred’s eyes meet with yours, his pained heart softens for a moment before remembering what you had done to him, and how you would get what you deserved. Dancing with Angelina, Fred gripped her hand, smirking at you before pulling her in for a deep, passionate kiss.

It felt as if time had stood still, your heart - like Fred’s - split in half, tears formed in your eyes and you felt sick, mortified, and betrayed. Pushing your chair out from the table, you got to your feet and ran away, leaving everyone behind as you rushed to the common room.

How could he do this to you? Why would he do this!

You felt stupid, you were getting attached to his child when you wanted nothing more than to be free - but this baby was the only piece of Fred you could ever have, and for all his faults, and mind games, you wanted to be close to him in any way that you could, no matter what.

Bursting into the common room, George gave you a sympathetic look, stopping his conversation with his friend Matt.

“You alright love?” he asked, his ginger hair lighter from the flickering flames.

You wanted to tell him, tell somebody, you couldn’t hide this anymore.

“Are you?” you asked, walking over them, sitting down on the floor by the fire.

“Not really, no” George replied “My twin brother is dancing with the girl I love, bit shit really.”

“Why have you been so distant?” Matt asked, “George and Fred are worried about you.”

This was it, you had to tell them, your words coming up like vomit.

“After the first challenge, when we attended that party when Fred and I kissed - that night went much further - I’m... I’m pregnant with his kid.” You admitted quietly “I don’t know what to do, I’m in love with him, and he can’t remember a thing, and he’s dancing with Angelina - he snogged her infront of me knowing I was watching him!”

You started to cry, hurt and fury ignited inside of George, everything starting to make sense - your absence, your morning sickness, you constantly clutching your tummy in protection when people bumped into you.

“Are you going to tell him?” George asked.

You shook your head “No, and the both of you aren’t going to tell him either, you need to promise me.”

George loved Fred, hell, twins are inseparable for crying out loud, but right now, George didn’t care about his loyalty to Fred, he hated him, he fucked you over and will most likely be fucking his crush tonight.

“I promise” he muttered, “it’s no one else choice, but yours.”

“That goes for who you tell, and for what you decide is best for you and the baby,” Matt added.

Feeling slightly better, you got to your feet and pulled Matt in for a quick hug, and then pulled George in for a close and warm embrace “thank you” you whispered in his ear, nuzzling your face into his neck.

Now three months pregnant, you were heavily reliant on the potion that deflated your bump, the only person to see it was George - who teared up and rested his hand upon it, wishing you were with someone better than his stupid brother.

Fred leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, staring at you and George talking, why was it that you acted as if he didn��t exist yet you were all over his brother? Was he fucking you behind his back? Did you prefer the twin you didn’t know as much over your best friend? Is this why his twin avoided him at all costs?

With the second challenge only a day away, Fred wanted to patch things up with you in time so he wouldn’t have to go to the second challenge alone, although he asked Angelina to the ball - and they had a good time - she wasn’t you, and he missed you more than he would like to admit.

Walking past to go to Divination, Fred stepped out in front of you, stopping you from getting past.

“Quite fond of Georgie now, aren’t you?”

“Let me through, Fred, I don’t want to be late.”

“Only if you go to the second challenge with me” he smirked, getting his hopes up.

You scoffed “Looks like I’ll have to skip this class then.” You turned your back on Fred, walking away from him, leaving him to feel frustrated and pissed off.

Missing out on the challenge, you went through everything you needed to buy for the baby and everything you would need to learn to make sure you were the most amazing mum. You were content with your decision to keep it, that little piece of Fred you could nurture forever.

With Harry succeeding down to moral fibre, you knew there would be endless parties tonight - Fred fucking another girl, probably getting her pregnant as he did you, just to not remember and move on to the next girl.

You loved him so much, but you hated him at the same time.

Feeling yourself finally doze off to sleep, the lights in your doom room flicked on, and heavy feet thundered into the room, startling you and waking you up. Your best friend and her mini group brought the party to you, holding a bottle of fire whiskey with your name on it.

“Get up Y/N!” she yelled, jumping on your bed and bouncing, the other girls cheering and laughing in the back.

You clutched onto your bump, the potion wearing off as it did in the night.

Sitting up in your bed, your best friend got on her knees, opening the bottle and shoving it in your face, the scent of the drink you swallowed down like water making you sick to your stomach - reminding you of the night you had too much.

“DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!” Your friends chanted.

“No!” you hissed “I can’t!”

The rim of the bottle hit your lips, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I can’t!” you yelled, silencing them “I’m pregnant!”

The girls stopped and stared at you, fire whiskey spilling out of the bottle and onto your bedsheets. Your heart thumped, your best friend’s eyes were wider than you had ever seen.

“Y/N is having a baby!” Katie squeezed in excitement, jumping on the bed, clapping her hands.

Thanks to Katie, the shock dissipated, and your friends were now supporting you, rubbing your back as you cried, and going through the list of baby things you needed: clothes, nappies, bottles, food, a crib, a pram. They were more excited than you, already arguing over whether it would be a girl or a boy, and who would be the better auntie.

They had a feeling that you didn’t want to tell them everything just yet - and luckily enough, they didn't make you, for now - they just wanted you to know that you weren’t alone, that you were surrounded by help if you ever needed it.

Fred stumbled into his dorm room, fire whiskey on his lips, and red lipstick marks on his neck. His brother George, and friend Matt sat on their beds and glared at him, the two of them looking so angry Fred was convinced they were going to rip his head off.

Fred shrugged his shoulders and got into bed - he had the worst night imaginable - every girl he kissed wasn’t you, his heart didn’t mend - it just broke even more, and from what he gathered - you and George were seeing each other behind his back.

He closed his eyes, drifted off to sleep, and met you in his dreams - holding you close, and swearing that he would never let you go.

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lillywillow · 3 years ago

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The Forest Provides

Summary: You and Muriel have been trying for a baby for a long time. One day, Muriel finds a baby alone in the woods

Word Count: 1880

Pairings: Muriel of the Kokhuri x Female Reader

Warnings: Minor spoilers from the main plot, very mild angst at the beginning

Married life with Muriel had been absolute bliss but lately you had felt like something was missing. It wasn’t until you were visiting Asra in town and started noticing the families around that you realised what it was; a child of your own. When you brought up your desire to Muriel, he was surprisingly open to it. After months of trying, you were starting to get a little discouraged.

...

One night, you were lying in bed with your husband, idly tracing patterns on his chest.

“What’s on your mind?” Muriel mumbled, his soft voice pulling you from your thoughts.

“I’ve just been thinking... we’ve been trying for months for a baby and I’m wondering... what if it’s me? What if when I came back... not everything works right? I’m getting scared that I can’t carry a baby... The next time Nazali is in town, I’m going to ask them if they can do a full check up on me.”

“You don’t trust Julian to do it?” Muriel asked, a little surprised.

“It’s not that I don’t trust him, he’s one of my dearest friends. It’s just that Nazali has had more experience. They might be able to provide some answers...” You started to tear up a little at the thought of not being able to have a baby of your own.

Muriel held you tighter. Much like you, he had been having his own doubts about his ability to give you a child. What if it was his fault that he couldn’t give you the child you wanted? Muriel chose not to voice his concerns in order not to worry you further. For now, he would just hold you in his arms and comfort you until you fell asleep.

...

The following morning, Muriel was walking with Inanna in the woods looking for a few more supplies. Suddenly, the wolf stopped, sensing something.

“What is it, Inanna?”

Inanna started sniffing the ground, following the scent in a hurry. Muriel followed, feeling worried about her safety. Finally, she stopped in front of a tree, sitting proudly, tongue lolling out to the side.

“Inanna, what have you...?” Muriel stopped dead in his tracks.

Nestled under the shade of a tree in a basket was a sleeping baby. The infant had a head of soft black curls and was wrapped in green blankets. Muriel gentle knelt down and picked up the precious bundle. Disturbed by the sudden movement, the baby woke and opened her eyes, revealing them to be fawn brown. Muriel froze, afraid the baby was about to cry but instead, the infant simply cooed at him. He noticed a name had been lovingly stitched into the baby’s blanket.

Kalila.

“Inanna, can you see if you can find the parents anywhere?”

The wolf started sniffing the ground and followed the scent for as long as she could but ultimately lost it. Muriel couldn’t help but wonder who would leave a defenceless baby all alone in the woods but then he thought about his own parents and how they gave him up to save his life. Maybe Kalila’s parents were also left with no choice... Muriel decided to bring her home with him.

...

When Muriel arrived home, you ran up to greet him but stopped when you saw the basket he had in his arms.

“What is that?”

“I found her in the woods. Inanna and I looked for her parents but couldn’t find them,” Muriel replied, finding a safe place to put down the basket.

Asra, (whom had dropped by for a visit), poked his fluffy white head from around you.

“A baby...”

“I brought her in. I won’t allow her to end up like us,” he said, turning his head to Asra. Asra gently placed a hand on his friend’s arm with a gentle smile.

You were in absolute awe of Kalila. Carefully, you took her out of her basket and held her close.

“She’s perfect,” you smiled, tearing up a little.

Muriel couldn’t help but smile. At least in some form, he had given you the baby you had so desperately wanted. Then another thought crept into his mind; would he be a good enough father for this child?

“You should get Julian to give her a check-up,” Asra said, gently picking up Kalila for a cuddle.

“Does he have to?” Muriel muttered, somewhat bitterly.

“Asra has a point, Muriel. We want little... Kalila to be healthy, right?” you stated, checking the baby’s blanket for her name.

Muriel grumbled under his breath. He knew you were both right but that didn’t make him like it.

“Right, then. I’ll go set it up,” Asra smiled, handing you back Kalila. “See you in a while!”

With that, Asra headed out the door. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sullen expression on your husband’s face.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re awfully cute when you’re sulking,” you smiled. His face turned crimson.

“I’m not sulking,” he protested, but the pout in his lip told another story.

“Yeah, you are...”

You were suddenly interrupted by Kalila cooing.

“I’m going to be the best mother in the world to you...” The baby seemed to understand you and snuggled up close.

Muriel knew that was true but could he say the same of his parenting skills? Time could only tell and he hoped he would be a good father to Kalila.

...

A while later, there was a knock on the door. You opened it to see Julian standing there with his doctor bag and Asra holding some kind of bundle. Smiling, you ushered the pair inside.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I told Nadia about your situation and she said she was more than happy to help,” he smiled, showing you the contents of the bundle. Inside were all kinds of baby supplies, from clothes to bottles.

“We’ll have to thank her the next time we see her,” you smiled. Muriel made an affirmative grunt.

“So, where is the bundle of joy?” Julian asked, removing his menacing looking coat and gloves.

You went over to where Kalila was cuddled up to Inanna in front of the fireplace.

“I’m going to take her away for a bit, okay? I’ll bring her back soon,” you assured the wolf. Inanna gave Kalila’s head a lick and allowed her to be picked up. Kalila giggled and cooed happily.

“Here she is,” you said, placing Kalila on the table so Julian could examine her.

The doctor began his task but the baby began to fuss.

“Stop! You’re hurting her!” Muriel snapped.

Inanna jumped to her feet, snarling and ready to protect Kalila. Julian raised his hands in defence.

“It’s okay... I’m not hurting her. I think my hands are a little cold. That’s all the problem is...” Julian carefully went over to warm up his hands by the fire, under the watchful gaze of Muriel and Inanna. You kept a hand on both of them to keep them from tearing the doctor apart.

Once they were warm enough, Julian went to continue his examination. Fortunately, that was indeed the issue and Kalila allowed herself to be poked and prodded.

“She’s perfectly healthy. Just come and see me for regular checkups and call me if anything happens,” Julian smiled, putting away his equipment after cleaning it.

“Good. Now get out,” Muriel grumbled.

“Muriel,” you chided.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’ve got to get back to the clinic anyway. You coming, Asra?”

“Yep! Right behind you. I’ll see you two later.”

Asra hugged the pair of you before leaving with Julian. You had wondered why he would be at the clinic with Julian but you decided that perhaps that question was best unasked.

Inanna trotted back to her comfy spot by the fire and settled down again. Muriel picked up Kalila and placed her back next to her furry godmother. The baby giggled happily and snuggled into Inanna’s fluffy side. Muriel smiled warmly at the pair, happy Kalila took so easily to his faithful companion. He watched them for a while before helping you get the place set up for little Kalila.

...

That night, Muriel had a dream.

He was standing in front of a familiar hut, wondering what he was doing there. Muriel was about to knock when the door was opened by an older woman.

“Muriel!” The woman enveloped him in a tight hug.

“Khamgalai? What are you doing here?”

“What kind of question is that? I live here,” she huffed, bringing him inside. The inside of the hut was just as warm and inviting as he remembered.

Khamgalai bustled about, making Muriel sit down.

“Why... why am I here now?”

“The Hermit told me you seek guidance...”

Muriel’s brows furrowed together. He knew what was troubling him but he didn’t want to be a burden.

“You’re worried you won’t be a good enough father to your new found daughter...” It was more of a statement than a question.

Muriel opened and closed his mouth a few times before simply nodding.

“I’m here to tell you that you will be a wonderful father to Kalila... and to the child your wife is carrying.”

Muriel’s eyes widened.

“Y/N is not... I mean... she...”

“Oh, my! Yes, it is still a little too early to tell yet,” Khamgalai chuckled to herself. “But assure you, Y/N is pregnant. Your prayers have finally been answered.”

Muriel stared at the smaller woman in shock. How did she...?

“I answered them. Dear boy, I know you have doubts but I promise you this, Kalila will grow to be a strong young woman under your guidance. You will teach her all she needs to know. Same with the new baby Y/N will bring into the world.”

“But...”

“No buts! No more self doubt! I will come back to smack some sense into you if I have to!”

Muriel managed a small smile and got up to hug Khamgalai.

“Thank you...”

“You’ve got a long journey ahead of you. I will always be watching over you. Rest assured. Give my love to Y/N...”

...

You woke in the middle of the night to Kalila softly wailing. Stirring, you went to get up to tend to her but Muriel beat you to it.

“I’ve got her...”

You watched as he carefully took Kalila out of her basket to give her a bottle. Muriel hummed to her as he prepared the warm milk for her. The baby stared up at him adoringly as she waited, the sound of Muriel’s rumbling voice gently soothing her. Your heart melted at the sight.

When Kalila was fed, burped and put back to sleep, Muriel returned to you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and placed one hand on your tummy.

“You’re going to make a wonderful father,” you sleepily purred, nuzzling him.

Muriel thought about Khamgalai’s words. He suddenly found himself excited for this next chapter of his life, knowing he had all the love and support of his family and friends.

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speechlessxx · 5 years ago

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Bring Him Light - xv (King!Steve Rogers x Reader

FINAL CHAPTER

Chapter Summary: The war has come, separating the king and queen for seven long months.

Warnings: MAJOR character death(s), (complicated) child birth, angst, anxiety, FINAL CHAPTER

Word Count: 5k

BRING HIM LIGHT MASTERLIST

Thank you for riding this out with me, guys. xoxo

<- Last Part

The clashing of swords and hollers of men filled King Steven’s ears. The mayhem took his breath away. In all his years of battles and wars, he had yet to see something this destructive.

From what he was able to gather, the fighting had, thankfully, left the north. King Anthony and his armies were able to push Thanos to the northern border, but that didn’t mean York was winning. The scouts informed him that the enemy was able to cut York’s army to half its size. Steven was also told that Thanos’s army was steadily growing – it was as if every time one soldier fell, two would take their place. York and its king were tired and losing – in desperate need of an assist, whether Anthony Stark would admit that or not.

“Just like old times.” Lord James told his king with a bitter chuckle.

“I’ll get you home, Bucky,” Steven promised. “Back to that lovely wife.”

“Well, my queen would have my head if I let anything happen to you. So, likewise, Steven. Likewise.”

It was different now – the two old friends knew that. Before when they rode off into countless wars together, only Steven had a woman waiting for him back home. Whether it was Margaret or Sharon, he still had a wife. But now, both men had two worried women waiting on them back in Brooken.

Before he had left to lead his men, you cried in his arms, begging him to come back in one piece. The somber moment witnessed by what felt like the entire country. They watched as you wrapped the white fabric – torn from your wedding gown – around the hilt of his sword, kissing the blade and praying for his safety. Brooken watched as their king kissed his queen one last time before mounting his horse and riding off. Everyone – but you most of all – wished for his safe return.

Steven’s eyes narrowed as he withdrew his sword and his fist wrapped tightly around his horse’s reins. Around him, he heard hundreds of swords being drawn from their sheaths. He raised his blade high into the air, kicking at his horse’s hind as he sped off into battle with his army marching behind him.

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Days into the war…

You sat at the fountain – the first place you laid eyes on Steven. The water was no longer running; the irrigation turned off for the cold, bitter winter. The flowers that decorated the garden had wilted away. Only a select few remained. You visited it every day, always with the intention of picking the surviving few. But you could never bring yourself to do it, scaring yourself into thinking that the flowers were Steven’s lifeforce. Instead, you opted to stare blindly at them as if they’d conjure up your husband like magic.

You heard footsteps approach but did not think you were in any danger. An assassin would be taking their strides carefully with light footsteps. This person’s steps were soft but in no way near quiet.

“(Y/N).” Your mother greeted as you turned to face her. She had Morgan in her arms. Your baby sister thrashing about in the thick garments that she was dressed in.

“Mother.” You smiled at her though she saw the sadness in your eyes. You stood and relieved her of the child, rocking slightly to help calm her. “She’s gotten big.” You looked over at your mother who smiled at you both with teary eyes. “Don’t you dare cry.”

“I can’t help it.” She smiled sadly. “Seeing my eldest and my youngest together… It’s heartwarming in this cold, cold times.”

“Did Harvey go with father?” You asked. “I would’ve thought he’d be safeguarded considering he is the heir of York.”

Your mother sat down at the fountain. Her hand nervously wrapped around the pendant of her necklace. You stopped your movements as you stared at her. She swallowed thickly and furiously dabbed beneath her eyes, attempting to stop her tears. She let out a shaky breath, the hot air materializing itself in the cold winter as thick white vapor. You frowned and asked her again.

“There’s something you have to know…” She whispered. You didn’t need to hear the rest of it. Her tone – the grief and the pain, feelings you were all too familiar with – gave it away.

“Mother – “

“You asked before your wedding where he was. Your father lied and told you he was too tired to travel… The truth was…” she took a sharp breath, a few tears fell. “He was too ill.” As if sensing your sorrow, Morgan began to thrash about even more. You shushed her, patting her back soothingly, wishing someone were doing the same to you. “We always thought he was healthy… He gave us no reason to believe otherwise. Then, days after you left, he started coughing up blood. He ran a fever for days, dropping himself into a coma. When the fever finally broke and he woke up, we were told he didn’t have long.”

��Mother, where’s Harvey?” You asked, your voice breaking because you already knew.

“He’s gone, (Y/N). He passed a month ago.”

You bit your lip to suppress the cry that nearly escaped. You continued to hush Morgan, lulling her to sleep. You closed your eyes, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye.” You whispered.

It was a terrible feeling. A closure that you will never get. It left an ache in your chest and the pain only increased when you realized if Steven died during this war, you may never get to say your goodbye either. You may never hold him again, nor kiss his lips. You may never see his smile and hear his laugh. You’ll never hear him tell you I love you again.

The realization pained you more than anything you’ve ever experienced.

And the fact you could do nothing but pray and hope made the pain twice as worse.

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A little over One Month into the war…

Brooken was left with a few guards to ensure your safety. You hated being cooped up in the castle. You felt useless. No word had been brought back about the progress of the war. Your mother encouraged you to take the silence as a good sign – because if things had taken a turn for the worse, Thanos would be pounding at Brooken’s doors, which he was not.

Nevertheless, it left you a worried mess. The ring, a reminder of your union, sat dauntingly on your finger. You often stared at it when you were alone. You’d nervously twist the ring around when you spoke to others – when you told your people that everything would be fine, hoping that they believed you.

“You worry too much,” Natasha told you as you stared into the distance. You often did this at night and in the early mornings. You wanted to be awake for his return. You wanted to be the first one to see him.

“You’re a newly wed lady. Shouldn’t you share my concern?” You asked her, twisting the ring around.

Natasha eyed you, wearily. She glanced down to your nervous fumbling and shook her head. “King Steven has never lost a war.” Your eyes widened as you rushed to your balcony’s wooden doors, knocking furiously on it. Natasha sighed and pulled you back in. “Everything will be right again, (Y/N). Worrying only makes you suffer twice.”

“I’d rather worry and suffer threefold if it meant my husband be brought back tomorrow – preferably alive,” you told her. You took two deep breaths as you tried to steady your breathing. Natasha noticed how you visibly winced and grabbed your lower abdomen.

“What’s wrong?” You waved your hand at her concern. The sharp cramping sensation was from stress – you were sure of it. “If you are in pain, we should seek a physician – “

“I’m fine,” you assured. “It’s from worrying too much, I suppose.”

Natasha frowned as she eyed you cautiously. Ever since the voyage that took the lives of Wanda and your unborn child, you had always worn loose fitting garments – you told her it was because you hated the way corsets made you feel breathless and trapped. However, this morning as she loosely laced you into the dress, she noticed how she didn’t need to pull the laces around your chest as much as she was used to – how your breasts had suddenly increased in size.

“(Y/N) …” She trailed off as you rubbed your stomach, trying to dull the pain. “When was your last blood?”

You frowned as you tried to think. You opened your month to answer but quickly closed it when you realized you had no idea. “No…” You shook your head. You didn’t want to entertain the idea of bringing a child into this world – especially with Steven absent and not by your side.

“Could it be possible?” Natasha asked. “I mean the entire castle knows what you two do at night. You two are not shy when it comes to… keeping warm,” she smirked, “during the winter.”

You shot her a glare and she shrugged. “I suppose it is possible…” You whispered, rubbing small circles around your tummy. “But the idea… This is such a difficult time, Natasha. The uncertainty… Steven’s not here.”

“Yes, but the line needs to be continued.” Natasha said. You gave her a thoughtful glance, brows furrowing. “If Steven falls during this war – gods forbid it – Brooken will need an heir. Brock was next in line, but he’s gone now… If you’re pregnant, your child is the heir.”

“I don’t to live in a world without Steven in it,” you snapped. The idea alone sent chills down your spine.

Natasha nodded, understandingly. She, too, had a husband in this war – one whom she’d only been married to for two months. “But you must, (Y/N),” she whispered. “For, if you are pregnant, you carry a piece of him with you. The child of the north, an heir to both Brooken and York’s thrones.”

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Two and a half months into the war…

The camp had a foul stench that hung in the air. The soldiers were spread about – wounded, exhausted, many both. The two kings tried their best to ration out what supplies they had left. Two and a half months into this war and it felt as if they were nowhere near victory though they were nowhere near defeat, either.

Both Anthony and Steven exchanged blows with Thanos in the past battles that ended with hundreds of men on both sides dead and no one declared victorious. It felt as if every time the north was close to winning one battle, Thanos would retreat – and vice versa.

It was a continuous tug of war that lasted months and showed no signs of ending any time soon.

Steven stared blankly as the moon rose. He thought if you were staring up at it as well. He wondered how many nights you’re spending sleepless and full of worry. He wanted nothing more than to just come home to you – to wrap his arms around your body as you slept curled up next to him.

His hands toyed with the fabric tied to the hilt of his sword. The white had been stained with mud, dirt, soot, and blood. He let out a shaky sigh.

“Miss her?” He turned and saw Anthony slowly approach. He watched as the York king slightly limp over to him and pat his shoulder.

“Just want to go home to her,” Steven responded with a sigh. He felt a bit strange confessing this to her father, but considering James and Sam had both been injured and were resting, he welcomed the company.

“You will.” Anthony told him.

“It feels as if this war will go on forever.”

Anthony chuckled. “What’s the longest war you fought in?”

Steven thought for a moment. He had fought in too many wars, but his first war against the long-vanquished country of Hydra was one he’d never forget. “Four years?” He said though it came out as a question. “Fought for so long the years became muddled together.”

“You married then?”

“It’s different now.” Steven sighed.

“You really love my daughter?”

“Without a doubt.”

Anthony smiled. “I didn’t think she’d get married. She’s too … sharp-tongued. That girl damn near offended every noble I introduced her too.”

Steven chuckled. He always found your bluntness and witty remarks entertaining. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I’ll get you home to her,” he promised, clasping his old friend’s shoulder. “Come now, Steven, we have battleplans to prepare.” He looked over at Steven. “Do you trust me?”

»»————-　⚜　————-««

Three months into the war…

The rounding belly became increasingly challengingly to hide – especially now that the bitter northern winter was ending, and spring was quickly approaching. Though word from the battlegrounds painted the war as gruesome and dark, the life growing within you was a source of light – of comfort – for you and your people.

The midwife, Jean, preformed a trick she learned from her mother. She tied your wedding ring to a string and held it above your swelling belly. She watched as the ring swirled in fast, large circles. “A boy!” She announced to you with a big smile. Your mother clapped excitedly as did Lady Natasha. You were a skeptic, of course, but the idea of bringing a miniature Steven into the world made your heart leap.

The pregnancy had brought you something new to worry about. Due to the trauma of losing your first child, you became extra cautious with this second pregnancy.

“Have you thought of names?” Natasha asked you as she plaited your hair. Your mother laughed at the question as she watched Morgan crawl around the bed with her array of toys.

“I don’t want to think of names,” you said, lowly as you nervously rubbed the growing bump. You noticed that you had forgone fiddling with your ring and had begun to rub your slowly rounding stomach when you became nervous. “What if it isn’t even born? I don’t want to be disappointed.”

Natasha gave you a sigh before nodding. She found that you had become quite the pessimist in the three months of the war. Though everyone tried to see the bright side of this situation, you had clung to the idea that everything would go wrong – as if you were preparing for the worst.

“Don’t think like that,” your mother scolded.

“I can’t help it.” You clenched your jaw before quickly unclenching it, thinking the tension in your skull could somehow harm your child. “Has anyone sent any word?”

“Besides the squire that vaguely reported that hundreds of died on both sides? No.” Natasha hummed as she finished your hair. “But you needn’t worry about the brutalities of war. You worry about taking care of yourself and that babe. Have you eaten? Shall I fetch you some food?”

“A lemon actually sounds delightful.”

Her nose scrunched up in disgust. “Just a lemon?” You nodded. “Alright then.” She chalked the strange request to pregnancy cravings.

“Oh, Natasha?” You called out. She hummed in response. “Perhaps you could also get me something sweet?”

“What a strange baby you will have.” She joked. “Strange, royal, and richer than anyone in Brooken. I’ll order the maid.”

You stood and walked over to your bed. Morgan had cooed at you, grabbing your hand and stuffing a doll into it. At such a young age, she had such a big personality – a common trait of Stark kids, your mother joked. She told you a story of how you always stuck your tongue out at diplomats and nobles when you were Morgan’s age – which nearly cost your father many trade opportunities.

You played with your baby sister, making up for all your lost time together. “You’ll be a great mother,” your mother said, suddenly. You smiled at her as Morgan became preoccupied in her own world. “You always took such good care of Harvey… and you took great care of Morgan when she was a newborn… You’ll be a great mother, (Y/N).”

“I hope so.” You smiled. “Perhaps, I should name my baby after Harvey? If it is a boy as Jean says.”

“What a lovely sentiment.” Your mother nodded.

“We can always conjure up a new name,” you smiled, rubbing your belly. “ We’ve got time.”

“Indeed, we do.”

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Six months into the war …

Steven fell to the ground, exhausted from the duel and bleeding from his wounds. Thanos had successfully ambushed their camp – a surprise attack that left the dramatically dwindled down army hopeless and scattered.

He had no idea where Anthony had gone off to when he decided that he’d take on the Mad King on his own. Unprepared for the sudden attack, the Mad King had the upper hand, easily overpowering Brooken’s king.

Steven could hear Thanos’s army approach. In that moment, it felt as if it were one man versus the entire south. Was surrender really an option? No. He didn’t want to surrender to this monster. He just wanted to rest, closing his eyes as he followed the tempting beckoning of death.

He suddenly heard a laugh ringing in his head. Vivid images of his wife flashed before his eyes. Memories of her – her eyes, the feeling of her lips, her skin against his, her smiles, her laughs, “I love you, Steven,” – all calling his name, begging him to come back to her – pushing him to stand.

So, the Brooken King’s eyes shot open and slowly, he got up, refastening his shield to his arm to stop the bleeding from the large gash. Thanos raised his eyebrows with a sense of respect – whatever was driving this northern king must be something worth living for. And to Steven, you were.

“You want to do this?” Thanos taunted from across the field. He gestured to his army. “Are you sure, Rogers?”

Before Steven could respond, he felt the ground rumbling. Thanos’s brows furrowed as he felt the same vibration. Steven turned around and couldn’t help the relieved smile as he saw hundreds of horses approach. Allies from around the continent and even the world – from House Danvers to Wakanda’s reputable armies – all gathered together to take down one enemy.

The battle was long and well fought. Stark and the rest of the soldiers rejoined the battle. Everyone with one mission: strike Thanos down.

Swords clattered against swords and shields. Horses and people were slain. Bodies fell like leaves in the autumn. Steven had again exchanged blows with the Mad King – Thanos ultimately, rendering the Brooken King unconscious with a hard blow with the hilt of his sword.

Thanos raised his blade up, ready to separate the king’s head from his body when another sword stopped the attack. Anthony Stark’s sword hovered over Steven’s unconscious body, deflecting Thanos’s attempt. He lifted his sword up with so much force that the Mad King stumbled backwards.

“Stark.” He spat.

“Made a promise to get him back to his wife.” Anthony Stark shrugged. “I don’t like breaking promises.” Thanos cocked his head to the side with a menacing smile. “Look around you, Thanos,” he gestured to the carnage. Many of the bodies were of Thanos’s men. “You’re losing.”

“Are you making an excuse not to fight me?”

“I’m giving you a chance to surrender.”

The two men circled around each other with their swords drawn.

“Never.” Thanos snapped as he swung.

The clanging of their blades rang out throughout the entire field. It drowned out the other duels around them. Both drawing blood and taking turns giving one another fatal blows.

Steven had only come to when Anthony kicked Thanos’s sword away and plunged his sword through Thanos’s chest. His vision was a bit blurred but quickly cleared as he blinked furiously.

“Surrender.” Anthony seethed, kicking the Mad King to his knees. “Surrender.”

Thanos held his head in shame as he barked orders at his army, telling them to lower their weapons. Steven stared on as Thanos’s men hesitantly followed the order. The field was silent. Had Anthony did it? Was the war finally over?

“You win, Stark,” Thanos smiled, teeth bloody. Steven saw the man’s hand slowly reach behind him. His eyes widened as he tried to warn his friend, but it was too late. With the last of his strength, Thanos sheathed the sharp dagger into York’s king. “If I go, you go with me.”

“Tony!” Steven screamed. He ran towards them. With no hesitation nor remorse, he raised his sword and beheaded Thanos where he kneeled. He caught Anthony before he fell to the ground. “C’mon, Stark, stay with me.” He pleaded. He looked at one of the Danvers knights and ordered her to get a physician though he knew the attempt to save his friend was futile. Steven slapped Anthony’s cheek lightly as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“Steve…” Anthony muttered. “Steve…”

“I’m right here.”

“Tell (Y/N) …” He trailed off, struggling to catch his breath. “Morgan… Pepper…” He heaved. “I love them all…” Anthony had a sad smile on his face. He was leaving York in his eldest daughter’s more than capable hands. Though he knew his wife would be devastated, he knew he was leaving them with no impending threat of a Mad King in the south. “Take care of ‘em, okay, Rogers?”

“I swear to you – on my life, on my marriage – I will.” Steven nodded. Anthony gave him a small smile and a nod before his eyes became unfocused and glossed over. Steven called his name three times – his voice breaking at the third and final time.

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Month 7 – one month after the war.

You were emerged in the crowd, hidden behind the hundreds waiting for their loved ones returns – though many may be disappointed and heartbroken. You prayed you were not one of them.

You were far along your pregnancy, too big to hide the swollen belly. The midwife told you that you had a little over a month left, still very adamant that you had son.

You craned your neck over the crowd, trying to get a glimpse of the approaching men. Natasha gasped as she let go of your arm, rushing through the crowd and into her husband’s arms. You smiled as they shared a tender kiss. When they parted, James glanced your way – you saw the sympathy in his eye and your heart dropped. Your husband was nowhere to be found and the way his best friend looked over at you did not ease your fears.

You clenched your jaw before pressing your lips into a firm line. Tears pricked in your eyes. Your mother’s free hand – the other preoccupied with holding Morgan up – rubbed your arm, comfortingly. You turned to head back inside the castle. You had no intention of crying in front of the entire country, but then your mother’s grip tightened slightly, keeping you in place. You frowned at her before following your eyes.

Relief quickly flooded through you. He was battered and bruised, limping as he walked, but he was alive. You hurriedly cut through the crowd – though as their pregnant queen, your people practically parted to give you way.

“Steven!” You gasped, running up to him.

He stared at you in disbelief. You were glowing in the sunlight – a true vision. But it wasn’t your beauty that baffled him. It was your rounded belly. His eyes watered as he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you into a long-awaited kiss. And after seven long months, you felt as if you could finally breathe again.

Foreheads pressed together, he nudged your nose with his a happy grin on his face. “You’re pregnant.” He whispered. You nodded – you felt so much joy in that moment you were sure your heart would combust. “You’re pregnant.” He repeated, breathlessly.

In the weeks that followed, you were in a whirlpool of mixed emotions. With putting your father to rest and trying to piece together what was left of the north, you were exhausted – not to mention heavily pregnant.

Though, it became easier to shoulder all the responsibilities now that your husband was finally home.

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His paced anxiously as he waited outside the bedchamber doors. He wanted nothing more than to be in that room with you, but the midwife told him it was not customary that the husband be inside.

Steven winced when he heard your scream. The pained shriek would probably haunt him more than his war flashbacks. “IT HURTS… IT HURTS.” You repeated like a mantra. “SOMETHING IS WRONG.”

Steven couldn’t take it. He pounded on the doors. Natasha had cracked it open, but he pushed through it, almost knocking her down. He rushed to your side, your hands desperately grabbing each other. “What’s happening?”

“Something’s wrong, Steven,” you wailed, shaking your head against the pillows. Your face was wet with tears and sweat, and your anxiety was through the roof. “He’s – he’s dying.”

“The queen is losing too much blood, your grace,” Stephen Strange informed him.

“Get him out.” You begged. “Godfather,” you croaked, pleading, “if it comes down to me or the child, choose the child. Do you hear me?”

“No.” Steven snapped. “I will not lose you.”

“Steven…” you cried. “Brooken and York need this heir to survive.”

“But I need you to survive,” Steven pleaded with you. You shook your head, jaw trembling as you cried in pain. “Whatever happens, you save her, Strange. Do you understand me?”

“I – “

“As Brooken’s king I command you – “

“I think you forget that I am of York and she is my queen first.” Stephen frowned at him. “You may be her husband, but she is my queen and I follow her orders.”

Your godfather went to grab surgical instruments and Steven sent a glare his way. “Touch her and I will kill you.”

“Steven…” You whined. He turned his head to you, worry written all over his face. “I love you…”

“Don’t – “

“No, no… I need to tell you that.” You whispered. “Please, say it back.”

“I love you, (Y/N).” He said. His voice was barely above a whisper as he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “(Y/N) – please…” His heart dropped when your eyes rolled back, losing consciousness as you succumbed to the pain.

“I have to operate, Steven,” Strange told him. “She ordered me to save the child.”

Steven didn’t pay him any attention as his grip on your hand tightened. “(Y/N),” he called. “I know you can hear me.” He choked back his tears. “You can’t die. Please don’t leave me. You’re strong – probably the strongest person I know. You can do this. I know you can do this. C’mon…” You were unresponsive, eyes rolled back, and your chest had stopped rising. “My love, please… If I lose you, I am left in the darkness. I will not know how to recover from this loss. Please come back to me, (Y/N). Please.”

You suddenly gasped, regaining consciousness as you sat up. “C’mon, (Y/N),” your godfather prompted as the midwife peered beneath the blanket that covered you.

“Your grace, we need you to push,” the midwife told you.

You screamed through clenched teeth. You grabbed Steven’s hand so tightly his went numb and turned white. “One more, big push, your grace!” You did as you were told, pushing through the pain in muffled screams.

And then the room was filled with a triumphant screeching of a newborn. You slumped back against the pillows, breathing heavily as the umbilical cord was cut and the child was cleaned and checked over.

Steven kissed your temple, whispering praises to your ear. He was relieved that you were okay – that you were alive.

“Queen (Y/N), King Steven,” Strange smiled, cradling the crying baby in his arms. “You have a son.” You reached out for him and your godfather gladly placed the baby boy in your arms.

His wails instantly calmed as he rested against your heart. You smiled down at the red-faced child whose eyes were fluttering close. Steven stared in absolute awe. “We made him.” He whispered to you. “You made him.”

You bit your lip. “Edward Harvey Rogers?” You suggested.

“Edward.” Steven tested, smiling. “Your father’s second name.” You nodded. “It’s perfect.”

“I’ve waited a long time to meet you, Edward,” you cooed to the child.

“As have I,” Steven whispered. You turned to smile at him. He leaned in and pecked your lips before you turned back to take in the beauty of your child.

As you admired the baby boy, Steven admired you, his queen – his wife.

It had been a long, treacherous journey to get here. He had stumbled through the darkness for far too long, but here you were – a beacon, a promise of happiness and a bright future.

The Queen of York and Brooken, the Queen of the North – the Queen of his heart.

The Queen who brought him joy – who brought him a child.

The Queen who brought him light.

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writer-k-pop · 4 years ago

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Baby Tones

블랭키는 어딨어? Where’s your blankie?

Description: Jin is left alone with his daughter and he calls on his best friends for some company. Namjoon is still a little unfamiliar as to how to interact with a baby. Warnings: None Genre: Fluff, Dad!Jin with Uncles!BTS Word Count: 1.5k

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"Should we go let your uncles in?" Jin coos and picks up Yerin. Settling her on his hip, he carries her over to the front door where the boys had been rapidly knocking before Yoongi's muffled scolding voice stopped them.

Unlocking the door, Jin reveals the six smiling guys who are excited to spend some time with their non-blood related niece.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you guys for another hour." Jin comments and side steps to let the guys in.

"We told you we were coming at 1, didn't we?" Hobi questions, plopping himself onto the couch quickly.

"You said 2." Jin says as Taehyung stops in front of him and waves at Yerin with a sweet smile. She gets shy from the attention and presses closer to Jin's chest.

"Oh, Yerin." Jin readjusts his grip on his daughter, "It's Uncle Tae. Say hi." He tries to coax her into saying hello but she just buries her face into Jin's shirt. "Alright alright." Jin bounces up and down and rubs her back soothingly.

Taehyung closes the door once everyone's inside and Jin makes his way to the living room where the others have settled themselves.

"I swear we said 1..." Hobi trails off looking through their very chatty group chat room.

Jin shrugs, "It's whatever. You're here now."

"So how is baby duty without (y/n) around?" Jimin asks while Jin sits on the floor and sets Yerin down on her soft playmate.

"It's not as bad as I thought it would be." Jin answers, "Plus I can rope you guys into helping me so it's not that difficult." He teases while keeping an eye on Yerin as she crawls across the mat towards her toys.

"Who said we're getting roped in?" Jungkook asks, looking wide eyed and playing with Yerin as she giggles at him.

"I got roped in." Yoongi throws an arm over his eyes as he leans back on the couch.

"Keep it in, whiny." Jimin throws Yoongi a glare and switches back to a loving uncle before Yerin can see.

Jin chuckles and lays back on the floor with an exhausted sigh. "She's gotta take a nap soon so if the three youngens could tire her out, that'd make my life so much easier."

"Oh, hyung," Jungkook sits up straight with a calm expression and a hand up, "I've had three coffees already today, I will tire out this child like it's nobody's business."

"He's the energizer bunny." Taehyung giggles and gives Yerin an open mouthed smile as she makes her way over to him.

"When is he not?" Jin questions and turns his head to watch his daughter tap her hands against Taehyung's legs.

Namjoon opens his mouth to answer the question but closes it again when he realizes that he can't recall a time when Jungkook isn’t at least a little energizer bunny.

Yoongi and Hobi chuckle at Namjoon while Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook focus their attention on Yerin who's now crawling her way to Jimin because he has her favorite toy in his hand.

"So what is the wife up to today?" Yoongi asks.

"(y/n)'s at a spa day with her friends." Jin answers.

"Ooh, the spa sounds really nice." Namjoon sighs, "Hey, we should go next week."

"Next week when?" Hobi questions, "We're booked like 24/7."

"Okay, what about the- oh wait, we have the recording that week." Namjoon corrects himself mid sentence.

Jin chuckles, "We'll find a time. Eventually."

"Yeah, when we're all old and tired." Yoongi deadpans and Jungkook quickly covers Yerin's ears.

"Hey, there is a child here." He throws a glare at Yoongi, releasing Yerin's ears from his grasp.

"Says the child." Jimin laughs which earns him a light slap from Jungkook.

Taehyung quickly places a hand in front of Yerin's eyes as she stares at the two youngest members. "Guys, watch the violence. The baby shouldn't learn those things."

Jin waves a hand at the maknae line, "It's fine. She's attacked me and stepped on me and has hit places that I have since become very protective over."

"Dadda." Yerin says, turning and noticing Jin talking and laying on the floor. She crawls over with bright eyes and an even brighter smile.

She reaches Jin quickly and leans against his stomach.

"Hiya, Yerin." Jin pokes her cheek, "Are you having fun with your uncles?"

Yerin giggles and Jin, and the other guys, take that as a 'yes.'

"Where's your blankie?" Jin asks with wide eyes.

"Blankie..." Yerin trails off and looks around to room. She quickly spots the blanket in Namjoon's hands and makes her way over to him.

"Do you guys want anything to drink?" Jin asks, sitting up, "Once she's down for her nap, the coffee machine is out of commission. Too loud." He explains.

"Coffee." Yoongi raises his hand.

"Same here." Taehyung adds and Jimin raises his hand as well.

Jungkook rises to be kneeling but Jin shuts him down.

"No more coffee for you." He gives Jungkook a pointed look.

Jungkook lowers himself to sit on his heels in silent defeat.

Jimin teases Jungkook as Jin makes his way into the kitchen to prepare four cups of coffee, the fourth being for himself. Yerin had him up at 5am.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Namjoon is playing with Yerin under the watchful eyes of literally everyone in the room. They know he doesn't mean to be a clutz but they are still watchful incase anything should happen. So far so good as Yerin is laughing and smiling at Namjoon as he twirls her blanket around her head.

With his confidence growing, Namjoon plays with her more and starts poke her tummy. With one little poke, he momentarily forgets to use his baby voice and reverts to a lower tone.

Yerin pauses and just stares at him.

Namjoon is still thinking she's enjoying it.

Yerin's lips start to frown.

Namjoon is confused.

Yerin's bottom lip starts to tremble and her eyes turn downwards.

Namjoon is now panicking. She's gonna cry and the fact that it was his fault has his eyes wide.

Just as the first cry sounds from her mouth, Taehyung quickly scoops her up in his arms and bounces her up and down in an attempt to soothe her crying.

"Oh, it's okay. It's okay." Taehyung coos as Yerin continues to cry and Namjoon still sits so confused as to what made her cry.

Jimin, Jungkook, and Hobi on the other hand cannot contain their laughter at their leader.

"What did I do?" Namjoon wonders, a little sad that he made his niece cry.

"You're face must've scared her." Jimin laughs out and Jin appears in the room to check on why his daughter is suddenly crying.

Yoongi pushes Jimin over with his foot before explaining to Namjoon, "You're voice dropped like three octaves for a second and I think the switch scared her."

Jin takes a sniffling Yerin from Taehyung's arms and she clings to her father tightly. "It was probably that." Jin tells Namjoon, "She's not quite used to my lower ranger either. I still scare her sometimes." He chuckles and leans back to wipe Yerin's tears away with his sleeve.

Taehyung comes around behind Jin and strokes Yerin's cheek softly. Her eyes slowly blink as sleep begins to sweep her away.

"Is it nap time?" Taehyung coos at her and her only response is to blink her eyes slowly at him.

"I think it is." Jin answers instead and holds her close to his body then turns his attention to the males in his living room, "Coffee's made. Pour it yourself and don't let Jungkook near it."

Hobi grabs Jungkook's shoulders, holding him in place, "I got it!"

Since her uncles had played with her for a bit, Yerin is put down for her nap in record time and Jin is quickly able to join his best friends in the living room.

"Sorry for makin' her cry." Namjoon says as Jin settles onto the couch with his cup of coffee.

"Don't be." Jin says after taking a sip, "She'll grow out of it. And trust me when I say I've made her cry more time than I care to admit for things smaller than a voice change."

"Like what?" Jimin asks, amusement in his eyes.

Jin leans back in thought before answering, "I once touched her pinkie when we were playing and she bawled. I couldn't even calm her down. (y/n) had to calm her down."

"It's from being raised by a giant baby." Hobi jokes.

"I am not a child." Jin defends him then quickly corrects himself, "Er, most of the time I'm not."

"My wife says I need to spend more time with babies." Namjoon nods at himself, "Turns out I do."

Jin sets a hand on Namjoon's shoulder, "When you become a father, instincts will kick in and you'll do just fine."

"Wow," Yoongi jokes with his mouth agape, "The baby became the father in a split second."

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myshipsareendgame · 4 years ago

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SHADOLIN BABY- A CONCEPT THREAD:

-one morning, after the war is over (basically all of our heroes survive), shallan gets a bit sick. she inhales stormlight and some of the fatigue still doesn’t go away. she recalls that she had a bit of wine the night before, but just a little, nowhere near making her get a hangover the next morning. she decides not to tell adolin anything, since she doesn’t want him to worry

-later, she goes to the doctor’s office. first, she approaches hesina so that she can schedule a meeting. “oh brightness! come in, come in! would you like something to eat or drink? i have some fruit and wine if you’d like” shallan just gestures her hand and says “actually, no. i wouldn’t want to drink anything anymore... there’s a small chance i am pregnant. it’s why i came here- to ask you to make a schedule”

-lirin is the one that helps her and promises not to tell anyone, kaladin especially, that she came here as she wanted to do so herself. they run some tests and later she comes to get the results, lirin hands her the papers along with a “congratulations!”

-that night, adolin comes back from training to find shallan sitting on the balcony, with a blanket wrapped around her. he gives her a hug from behind and kisses her temple. adolin asks her what she’s thinking of to which shallan answers with:

“we need bigger quarters.”

“what? they’re pretty big, we have enough space.”

“yeah, for the two of us, but we are gonna need a nursery in a few months” and adolin just gives her the biggest hug and kisses her whole face

-they decide to tell dalinar and navani first over dinner. they are both so so happy for them, navani cries but dalinar holds in tears. later though, when he is alone with navani, he gets very emotional and thinks of how proud and happy he is that his son would be a father

-next come renarin and kaladin who both immediately start crying and planning every big event of this child’s life. kaladin gets genuinely surprised that his parents kept the secret, since he thought they wouldn’t be able to. renarin teases adolin “you? a father? oh almighty” but he is so happy anyway

-shallan’s brothers are very happy for them, promising to be good uncles and take care of their niece or nephew

-jasnah and wit are both so proud of how far shallan has come and jasnah takes the rare opportunity and becomes the softest softie to ever soft... shallan is surprised, but nevertheless happy at jasnah’s reaction

-shallan’s pregnancy goes well, adolin starts singing to her tummy very early on and it becomes a nightly routine. he sings iriali lullabies that his mother sang to him when he was young. but he also talks to the baby everyday as well. shallan finds it endearing and eventually starts doing things like that too

-once her belly gets very big, it’s time for new clothing. since she’s often enjoying staying in and reading/drawing, she spends a lot of time in adolin’s shirts, while he goes out and designs new dresses for her that she wears during meetings and important outings during which she must appear

-gavinor likes to spend time with shallan and keep her company and she thinks its a good thing to get used to a child being around her. once they renovate the quarters and add rooms to it, she teaches him how to paint by painting the walls herself. it’s what starts gavinor’s love for art

-a month before she is due, kaladin and adolin are out in the city getting some new clothes when a messanger is sent to say that shallan is in early labor

-adolin and kaladin FUCKING SPRINT through the entire tower, and adolin is horrified outside the room because shallan is screaming and he is so worried

-both the davars and the kholins just drop everything they are doing at the time and come to see how shallan is doing at the clinic. though, the labor takes a few hours so some, like kaladin and renarin, stay with adolin in the lobby the whole time. others come and go, but everyone comes to check every once in a while

-finally, lirin comes out and offers adolin a hand to say “congratulations brightlord. your wife and daughter are in perfect health.”

-AND ADOLIN JUST FUCKING STARTS TEARING UP “I... I have a little girl? Wh-When can I see her?”

-meanwhile, shallan is holding her little girl in the bed. resting and thinking how she never loved anything so much so fast, she just wants to hold her and thinks “oh! mini me!”

-adolin comes in and just starts fucking crying, rushes over to hold and kiss shallan and thank her for bringing this child into the world

-then he turns to the baby and oh, she is the most divine creature to exist, she is a mini shallan and he just holds her by her little fingers. actually, the baby wraps their entire hand around adolin’s finger, which only makes it more adorable

-then it’s like that scene in friends when mondler get engaged and the others go “can we come in now, we’re dying out here!” and they go “come in!!!”

-the family comes in and take turns but dalinar goes first and just starts crying, EVERYONE IS CRYING. they’re crying, im crying, you’re crying. he has the same energy he had when adolin was born. he wants to buy everyone in urithiru a drink, celebrate the birth of his granddaughter.

-renarin and jasnah look at her and they have the same look on their face, they realize they’re gonna have another baby that isn’t directly theirs but they’re gonna love and cherish as their own. they’re going to spoil this little girl with math magazines, science and history books and ultimately let her know that she should grow into the best version of herself as she can be

-while navani goes to get little gav and wake him up from his nap, the davars get their turn. they are so delighted that their sister brought a new life into the world, almost being able to forget the rough past they had once they look into the child’s eyes

-navani comes in with gavinor and he is overjoyed with the baby, his little cousin that he will play with and protect

-navani is very emotional and talks about how similar she looks so much like shallan. her face is pretty pale, freckled and she has stunning blue eyes, but oh the smile. no doubt is it adolin’s smile.

-they notice kaladin is at the doorframe so they ask him why doesn’t he come in the room and our favorite grump goes:

“i just wanted to check if you are alright, but since it all is, i guess this should just be family now.”

“yeah that’s why you’re staying. i’m counting on you to take your role of an uncle very seriously”. and so kaladin takes the baby and with the first time he holds this little girl, he knows he would give it all to even try and be the best uncle to her

-then wit is the last one and shallan insists that he holds her and finally after inspecting the baby for a bit, wit says “alright. am i the only one who is going to address this baby’s hair. LOOK AT IT! BLONDE RED AND BLACK!!”. it’s a much needed moment of pure laughter in the room.

-when a nursemaid comes to ask for a name, adolin and shallan share a look, before nodding. adolin turns back and says “evi. my daughter’s name is evi.”

-later that night, shallan is resting while adolin is in the nursery and plays with the baby. playing consists of adolin sitting on a sofa and rocking her in his arms while she sleeps, but to adolin it’s the most wonderful thing. dalinar knocks and they have this very soft moment where they talk about how fatherhood changed dalinar and how adolin feels the same thing happening to him, right in that moment. but the real emotional kicker comes when dalinar says “i’m glad that’s her name.” they talk of how sorry dalinar is about everything and how he hopes that adolin knows how much he wants for them to repair their relationship. maybe it’s the emotions, maybe it’s the warmth of a newborn child pressed to his chest or the lack of sleep, but adolin accepts. dalinar somehow forces him to go and get some sleep and promises he would stay with the baby

-dalinar holds the baby and coos “welcome to the world, my little evi.” the next morning, they find dalinar on the sofa, sleeping in an uncomfortable position right next to the crib

BONUS: For all my rlainarin warrior out there, renarin would totally bring rlain to meet his niece and she would be so fascinated by his carapace. like kaladin, rlain would also feel an obligation to be an uncle to this child, further cementing the fact that rlainarin are in love with each other :)

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jobrookekarev · 3 years ago

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New Hair, but No New Engagements

Chapter One of One

Words: 3256

Summary: Link tries to fix Jo’s hair while the two of them talk. Link comforts her about her worries for leaving Luna in daycare, and Jo tells him not to keep pushing Amelia to marry him.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Jo Wilson & Atticus Lincoln, Alex Karev/Jo Wilson (Mentioned), and Atticus Lincoln/Amelia Shepherd (Mentioned).

Characters: Jo Wilson, Atticus Lincoln, and Luna Ashton Wilson.

Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Haircuts, Babies, Serious Conversations, Relationship Advice, and Friendship.

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AN: There wasn't nearly enough of Jo and Link in last night's episode.

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“Are you sure about this?” Jo asked, holding up the mirror looking to where Link was holding a strand of her hair, getting ready to make the first cut.

“Yes, trust me. I'm much better at cutting hair than you are,” Link said as Jo scoffed, remembering the time she tried to cut his hair. “Besides, you've seen how I keep up this beautiful hair.”

Jo rolled her eyes but pinned the towel around her shoulders and let him continue. After they deep conditioned her hair in the kitchen sink and worked out most of the tangles, Jo decided that although some of it could be saved, the majority of her ends were completely unsalvageable. So she put Luna on a play mat on the floor as Link grabbed the scissors.

Jo closed her eyes as he made the first cut. As soon as she heard the snip of the scissors, she opened one eye and looked at it in the mirror she was holding. She let out a sigh of relief as, thankfully, it didn't look too bad. As Link continued to cut, Jo looked down at Luna, she was supposed to be doing tummy time, but she had rolled over onto her back and was currently staring up at the suspended animals while playing with her toes.

“Does Lana have object permanence yet?” Link asked, catching Jo's attention as she looked at him in the mirror.

“Yeah, she’s really good at not fussing when I lose her favorite blanket. We still play peek-a-boo all the time and it's her favorite,” Jo said, looking down at Luna again as she glanced at her, and Jo put her hands over her face before pulling them back and saying peekaboo to her as Luna laughed.

“So Luna knows that just because she can't see something doesn't mean it's not there. The same thing applies to you when you drop her off at daycare. She knows that you love her, Jo. I've seen the way she looks at you, and just because you drop her off at daycare doesn't mean that Luna doesn't know that you love her.”

“Thanks,” Jo said with a sigh, looking down at Luna, who was fixated on her and smiled down at her little girl.

Luna looked over at her with a wide smile as Jo waved at her, and Luna waved her arms as well before looking back up at her toys. Jo couldn't help but smile as she stared at her daughter. Her perfect little girl was so happy. She never wanted Luna to worry about if Jo was going to pick her up from daycare. All Jo wanted was to let her daughter know that she was always loved and wanted.

“I know it's not as easy as I say it is. I’m still terrified that Scout is going to get cancer,” Link said, letting out a sigh as he picked up another strand of her hair.

“Even though I've told you a dozen times that the likelihood of that is pretty small?” Jo said, looking up at him. “By the way, how was his 1-year appointment? “

“It was great, except for the fact that we over shared with the doctor, but Scout is doing fine. He's, he's perfect,” Link said, with a smile as Jo looked back at him, but it quickly disappeared before he shook his head and picked up another strand to cut. “But I still worry, you know, I don't think that I'll ever not worry.”

“I don't think I'll ever not worry either,” Jo said, staring at Luna before looking back at him in the mirror. “And Link, you gotta stop proposing to Amelia.”

“I just want to marry her. Is that so wrong?” Link asked with a sigh, running a comb through her hair and holding up the ends before he trimmed them.

“You're pushing her to do something that she's not ready to do. Amelia has a really good reason for not wanting to marry you. She's been married before, and she loves you, and I can tell that she doesn’t want to rush into a marriage she's not ready for. I was in her position and do you know how many times I turned down Alex’s proposal? He asked me like three or four times before he decided it wasn't enough for him and we broke up for six months.”

“Didn't he also punch DeLuca and almost go to jail at the start of those six months?” Link asked, pausing to turn his head and look at her. “Also, weren't you still married to Paul and you hadn't told him yet, so technically, you couldn't have accepted the proposal even if you wanted to.”

“Yes, but that's not the point,” Jo said, waving him off with her hand as he went back to cutting her hair. “Alex was pushing me to do something I didn't want to do. Both in terms of accepting his proposal and telling him about Paul. We were only able to work things out when he accepted that. Then down the road, I realized that I wanted to marry him, and so I proposed, and we got married. I mean, he still left, but...”

Jo trailed off, she wanted to say that they were happy together, but she questioned how much of that happiness was real. She knew that Link and Amelia were different, but given her failed marriages, sometimes she felt like she had no right to be giving relationship advice. Still, she clung to what was true for her and Alex and what she saw that Link was doing with Amelia.

“Look, it doesn't matter. I still wasn't ready to marry him, but Alex decided that being with me was more important than marrying me!” Jo said, and she waited until he pulled the scissors for her to turn around and look at him. “You have the option to choose to love her and you're throwing it away! Do you think I would do that if Alex was standing in front of me right now? I wouldn't care if he brought an ex-wife and two kids with him. So long as I could have him, I would be happy. Are you telling me that so long as you have Amelia and Scout, you wouldn't be happy?”

Link looked down and away from her. She knew he wasn't quite ready to hear her words. He was still hung up on the fact that Amelia wouldn't marry him. She hoped that he would truly listen to her and Amelia, and they could work things out. Link looked back up and caught her eye again. He didn't say anything as he picked up a strand of hair by her face, measuring it out before he started cutting again.

Jo turned back around and looked down at Luna, who had rolled over onto her stomach. Luna got up on her hands and knees, she wasn't quite crawling yet, but she would hold herself up and wiggle. Jo smiled and held her hands out to encourage her to crawl. Luna got the most adorable, determined look on her face as she moved back and forth, not quite crawling. After a few minutes, she got frustrated and started to cry out, sitting back and holding out her arms for Jo to pick her up. Link let go of her hair, and Jo reached down to pick up Luna before she sat back in the chair and held Luna on her lap.

“You almost did it, Luna, you're going to be crawling before Mama knows it,” Jo said, reaching out and bopping her finger on Luna's nose as Luna almost went cross-eyed trying to watch her finger.

“She is certainly getting close. You'll have to learn how to whip your phone in time to capture it,” Link said as he ran a brush through her hair before he started cutting it again.

“What if she crawls for the first time at daycare and I don't get to see it?” Jo said, her eyes widening as she looked at Luna.

“She's not going to crawl for the first time at daycare. Nothing ever happens for the first time at daycare,” Link said with a little laugh, and she felt another chunk of her hair fall off her shoulders. “The first time she crawls for you is still the first time and she's going to remember if you were there for the real first time or not. You're still going to get to watch her grow up and do so many first, Jo. You have a whole lifetime with her. A few hours in daycare is just nothing compared to that.”

“I know,” Jo said, picking up Luna’s little pacifier with a small brown bear stuffed animal attached to it and waving it around before Luna reached out for it and Jo put the pacifier in her mouth. “It feels so different than when she was in the NICU. Back then, I would visit her whenever I could, and that felt like it was enough. I never felt like I missed anything or like I was abandoning her. Now that she's home with me, it's different, and I don't know why.”

“It's different because she's home,” Link said, pausing to hold a strand of her hair and making sure his cuts were straight.

“I've been home with her for 12 weeks and I still feel like I did the first day I got her. I've barely even unpacked. I've just been living out of boxes for three months,” Jo said as she glared over at the stack of boxes that she hadn’t unpacked yet.

“You've got a 10-month-old baby, a preemie 10-month-old baby girl, and you're doing everything on your own. So long as you keep yourself and her alive, I think you're doing pretty good,” Link said, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“Thanks,” Jo said, looking back at him.

Jo let out a sigh as she looked around the room again. She never imagined her life turning out like this. Even with Luna, the penthouse felt big and empty at times. She was glad that Link was staying with her now. This was the first time that she had lived on her own in six years. She had never gone more than a few months without a roommate or without Alex. As she looked down at Luna, she smiled. Jo could tell she was getting sleepy as she ran her finger over her forehead and down the bridge of her little nose, and her eyes fluttered. It was a trick that Alex had taught her to get the NICU babies to sleep. She knew that even if they were still together, she would have still adopted Luna, but she always thought that Alex would be the one to make her mother or at least be with her through all of this.

“I never thought I'd be doing this alone. I thought that I'd have him with me,” Jo said, looking down at Luna. She had settled in Jo's arms, her eyes were growing heavy, and she struggled to keep them open and soon closed as she fell asleep.

“I know,” Link whispered as they both fell silent, save for the sound of the scissors cutting her hair.

“Whenever we talked about kids, he always got this big smile on his face. He made all these promises to me. He promised me that we would move into a good house in a good school district and that we would go on all of the vacations that we never got to take his kids. Disneyland, and the beach, and roller coasters, and water parks. He promised me that he would change all of the diapers after I gave birth, and I would roll my eyes, but I knew that he would do his best to keep his promises.”

Jo couldn't help but get choked up even a year later. She still grieved for the things that she lost when he left as tears collected in her eyes and a lump formed in her throat. “I adopted Lena alone, and I knew that I was going to be a single mother, but I never thought I'd do this alone.”

“You're not alone, Jo. You have me,” Link said, although he still had the left side of her hair to do. He dropped the scissors and wrapped his arms around her, putting his head on your shoulder. She leaned her head against his, letting a few tears slip out of her eyes. “I never thought I'd find the love of my life and that she wouldn't want to marry me. I never thought that I would be raising my son half the time. I don't want to be alone either, so why don't we stick together? Then we’ll never be alone.”

Jo could only nod as she closed her eyes and shuffled Luna into one arm so she could put her arm around Link as he hugged her. Jo let out a sigh as she let out her tears, although it was just a few. Every time she cried about Alex, she cried less and less. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was what it was. Once she pulled away from him, Link let go of her and gave her a tissue to wipe her face. He double-checked that she was okay before he went back to cutting her hair.

“So if I'm going to move in, we should probably move you and Luna into one of the bedrooms, otherwise it's just awkward,” Link said, as Jo let out a little laugh and tried not to jostle Luna too much.

“Okay, so do you want the bedroom with the fireplace or without the fireplace?”

“The guest bedroom has a fireplace?” Link paused, moving his head around to look at her as Jo nodded. “Yep, and the master bedroom has both a fireplace and this huge jacuzzi tub that can fit like two people.”

“Wow,” Link said with a shake of his head. “It's so weird that you're rich now.”

“It's super weird,” Jo said as she looked around the penthouse a little bit while trying not to move her head. She still wasn't used to it and didn't think she would ever get used to it.

“Alright, I'm all done. What do you think?” Link said as he ran a brush through their hair one last time before Jo held up the mirror to look at her hair.

It was shorter and blond, and she didn't look anything like herself, but she was happy with it. “It looks great. Thank you”

“Don't act so surprised. I told you I know how to cut hair,” Link said as he took the scissors and went to grab the broom.

“It is kind of a little surprising, though,” Jo said as she got up to go put Luna in her crib. When she put her down, Jo lingered there. She held onto the side of the crib and just watched her for an extra second.

“Hey, come help me with this?” Link said, holding out the dustpan to her, and Jo knew that he was trying to pull her away, but she let him and grabbed the dustpan to help him sweep up her hair.

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Later that night, Jo laid in bed staring at Luna in her crib. She just got on her back down and was just watching to make sure she didn't wake up again. As Luna slept peacefully Jo found that she couldn't close her eyes. Some Nights the bed still felt too big and empty, no matter how many pillows she squished up against her back. Every time she reached out to feel the cold space next to her, it was just another reminder of the person who should be there.

Jo let out a huff as she reached out to her nightstand. She sat up just a little bit as she opened the drawer and pulled out the photo that she kept hidden away. It wasn't even her photo and frame. It was the one that Alex kept on his nightstand. The glass of the frame was gone and it was now held together with a little bit of duct tape after she threw across the loft, breaking it. The second she tossed it, she ran to get it and put it back together. Jo looked at the photo, it was them on their wedding day. They looked so happy and he looked so in love with her. She ran her fingers over his face, tracing the lines of his hair and the little curls in his hair. She still didn't know when that love stopped.

“I wish you were here. I wish I would have given you a baby earlier. I wish you would know and love Luna like I do,” Jo said as she let herself whisper aloud. S

She could feel the tears that came up earlier in her eyes again. She took in a deep breath, and she closed her eyes as she settled, and the tears disappeared. Whenever she did that, she didn't know if she was holding in her tears or letting them go, sometimes it felt like doing a little bit of both.

She heard Luna stir and move around and saw her kick in her crib. Jo put the photo down and got up to glance at her, letting out a sigh of relief as she saw Luna was still asleep. She smiled too as she watched her little girl move in her sleep, dreaming of happy things. Her peaceful watching was interrupted by a loud snore from Link as she looked over at him. He was asleep on the couch and spread out with one leg up on the armrest and the other dangling off as he was too big for the couch.

As much as she wished that she had Alex with her, she acknowledged that her life was pretty good right now. She was surrounded by people who loved her. She had a family and a daughter whom she loved more than anything. She was pursuing a new career that she was passionate about. If she had left with him and gone to Kansas, she wouldn't have any of this. She looked back at Luna and reached out, tracing her fingers across her arm down to her hand as her little hand wrapped around Jo’s fingers.

“You are worth the heartbreak a thousand times over,” Jo said, although the tears welled up in her eyes again and this time, she let them fall on her cheeks. “I hope you hear me and I hope you know that. I love you so much, my Little Moon.”

Luna smiled in her sleep and Jo shared her smile. She squeezed Luna's hand one last time before she let her finger slip out of her grasp and went to crawl back into bed. She put the photograph away in her nightstand and moved the pillows up against her back again as she tried not to miss Alex. Instead, she watched Luna in her crib just for a moment. Her daughter would be okay in daycare and she would know that she was loved even if Jo wasn't with her all the time. Then she closed her eyes and she smiled as she fell asleep.

#jo wilson #jolex #alex karev #atticus lincoln #amelink #amelia shepherd #grey's anatomy #spoilers #otp: home and heart #grey's anatomy fanfic #my work #my writing #my fanfiction

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hatake-no-sharingan · 4 years ago

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Time travel AU (Part 2: Minato’s promise)

AU Summary: The world is falling apart, and the Sage of the Six Paths sends Naruto back in time to find his parents and collect the thing that will help him and Sasuke save the shinobi.

Link to part 1: HERE

Part 2 Summary: Naruto tells his parents why he’s come back in time, and asks them to help him save the world. Y/N notices there’s something off with everything that’s going on, but Minato steps up to keep his family safe.

Characters in part 2: Y/N (as Naruto’s mom/ Minato’s wife), Minato and Naruto

Warnings: None

A/N: This is for @itsao-mine, my amazing reader. I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, beautiful. Hopefully you’ll like reading it as much as I’ve loved writing it. I hope everyone else enjoys it too <3 Thank you for being so supportive of my writing.

Minato’s promise

Minato’s mouth dropped wide open. For a moment Y/N thought she imagined the whole thing, but she wiped her eyes and both Naruto and her husband were still in front of her. Minato’s initial shock had transformed into his signature smile.

The resemblance between the boy and him was uncanny. They had the same yellow hair and expressive blue eyes, as well as his easygoing manner. At the same time, he spoke in the same distracted but cheerful way Y/N did. He had the same expressions as her. There was no denying this was their child. But how was it possible?

As if reading his wife’s mind, Minato spoke.

“Naruto, this is very weird so you’d better have one hell of a good explanation on how the same baby she’s carrying is also sitting here all grown up, being a full fledged shinobi.”

Naruto’s stomach made a noise, revealing his hunger.

“We can talk about it over dinner, you both need food to restore yourselves, and so do I, remember I’m still eating for two.”

Y/N served three generous bowls of ramen and had her two ninjas take a seat at the table.

“Wow mom, you really do know how to cook. This is so tasty, maaan I love it. Did you know ramen is my favorite food? Have I mentioned it yet?”

“Well it’s also my favorite food. Don’t I cook it for you often? In the future I mean.”

“Ummm, not really” he laughs nervously “anyway, let me tell you what’s going on. It’s kinda messy really, and a hard story to tell, but I’ll try my best”

Naruto does try his best to summarize everything without getting much into detail, and his parents seem to catch on a bit. Naruto is surprised that they actually believe every word he says and seem keen on helping him, which is a relief, really, because he’d be lost without their support.

“So you’re telling us that in the future, 17 years from now, an evil princess who mysteriously fell from space ages ago comes back to life so she can plant a tree which enslaves all of humanity and feeds on their chakra and the only way to stop it is if you and Sasuke Uchiha, who just so happens to be the cute baby I saw a week ago in my friend Mikoto’s arms, seal her. For that you need to collect a special type of chakra from the Kyuubi because it’s exactly released at the time of your birth and a scroll from the Uchiha Clan which Sasuke is trying to find at this same time, and that’s why the Sage of the Six Paths gave Sasuke the power for one trip in time with his, what did you say it was called?” Says Y/N.

“Rinnesharingan”

“Right, rinnesharingan. So did I understand correctly?”

“Yes you have it all right. So will you let me attend my own birth so we can save everyone?”

“If it’s for the sake of the world I will, right, yondaime?”

“Of course, my love” says her husband.

“Thanks mom, you’re truly the best”

“Come here, let me hold you for a bit, you must be exhausted”

Naruto moves close to his mother, and she embraces him in a tender way he’s never felt before. She strokes his forehead and tries to reassure him that she and his father will help him through it all, but a deep fear settles in her heart.

After spending a few moments like this, and noticing her son is exhausted, she prepares the guest bedroom for him and carefully tucks him into bed.

Once Naruto has fallen asleep, Y/N settles in her couch with a cup of tea in her hands.

“Minato, I’m scared”

He sits on the couch next to her and starts massaging her tired shoulders. His hands are a balm on her fearful soul.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you. I’ll protect you three.”

“I’m worried, for the baby, and for Naruto. I know they’re the same person, but still I worry for them both.”

“I know honey, but think about it this way, if Naruto from the future showed up here, that means the baby will be alright” his warm voice tranquilizes her.

“Still, there’s something off with all this. I mean I do believe him, he’s our son, and I’m oddly happy to have met him. To know that this baby will become such a strong willed shinobi. He’s everything I’ve dreamed our son would be, but this feels weird. He didn’t know who I was. And he makes comments that make me think he hasn’t spent much time with us, Minato”

He knows. He noticed it too, but he didn’t want to say anything about it either.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He planted a kiss on her bare neck “Maybe he didn’t recognize you because you look different in the future. We’ll age, princess. As much as we hate to admit it.” He chuckles kindly, trying to brush off his own concern.

“Yeah I guess. He’s a distracted kid too. Guess whom he got that from?”

Minato laughs gently and encircles his wife’s waist so his hands reach her tummy.

“I’ll take care of my beautiful family. There’s nothing more precious than you. It’s a promise” They fall asleep on the couch, tangled in a loving embrace. Y/N knows her husband’s word is sacred, so she knows she’ll be okay, but there’s a part of her that still feels uneasy.

……

The next day they avoid talking about the topic, and instead, Naruto decides to enjoy the feeling of having his family together until his birth comes up. He helps Y/N do even the most basic tasks, and takes care of her protectively. Minato, Y/N and Naruto fall into a nice, familiar routine for the rest of the week, and Naruto even goes with Minato a couple times to the Hokage office and helps him sort through the day’s work. Time flies by, and he wishes he could stay here longer, but before he knows it, the day before his birth arrives.

He’s alone with his dad in his office, they’re settling everything so they can return to their house where Y/N is waiting for them with a delicious dinner.

“Hey dad, can I talk to you before we go home? There’s something you need to know. I, uh, well I haven’t had the heart to say it in front of mom, but there’s a reason I didn’t recognize her when I came here.”

“We’re going to die, aren’t we?”

Naruto’s stomach shrinks as he wishes he had another answer to that question.

“Yeah”

“I’ve had the feeling, that something might go wrong. That’s why I’ve had Kakashi follow Y/N, taking care of her. The sandaime and I planned the birth, so she’ll be surrounded by security, but I guess there’s no way to avoid it right? I’m just very sorry we don’t get to watch you grow up. Y/N has been very excited since she found out, having a child has lifted her spirits so much.” There’s a deep sadness in his eyes, but he brushes it away, replacing it with a soft chuckle. “But, hey, let’s worry about death later. Now tell me, did you grow up happy? Were your needs covered? Did you have love surrounding you?”

Naruto was taken aback by his dad’s inquiry, he hadn’t expected that he’d care more about his wellbeing than the news he’d just given him. Warmth spread through his chest and a thought crossed his mind I couldn’t have asked for a better family.

“Yeah, you could say my life has been nice, dad. You and mom have nothing to worry about.” His cheeks felt a bit hot “I eat well and I have many friends.”

“Tell me about it kid, I want to hear everything. It seems this may be one of our few chances.” Minato reached out and ruffled his son’s hair.

“Well, where should I start? Oh! I know, this will make you happy. Kakashi is my Sensei. We’ve been on many adventures together. He’s the captain of my team. I’m there with my two best friends, Sakura and Sasuke. Well, things with Sasuke have been rough, and that’s maybe another topic, but he’s the first person who deeply, truly understood me, and I’ve never given up on him. I never will.”

On the way home, Naruto keeps telling him stories about how he grew up, and Minato enjoys every single one of them. When they get there, he acts as if nothing had happened, and Naruto knows, he’s trying to find a way to protect Y/N.

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imlostinsantacarla · 4 years ago

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alwayschic38: Hi! Can you pretty please do another dating Leah imagine?? Like what would it be like to be Leah’s imprint and spend time with her? How would she be towards her imprint? 💜💜

(a/n: heya hun! thanks so much for sending in your request. leah is literally my wife so i’m pumped to write for her at any given time bc my girl deserved better! leah is so precious, please for the love of god, protect her! anyways i hope you enjoy what i’ve come up with also lovely! - admin kat 🌙❣)

Disclaimer: i would like to thank @rosaliehalee for helping proof read, edit and co-write this with me! it means so much to me to have your help! 💕

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Being Leah Clearwater’s Imprint and Spending Time with Her Headcanons:

° Whenever Leah happens to stumble upon any amount of free time, she obviously desires to spend it with you. You are officially her anchor, one of the few people in her life that keeps her sane in her hectic life of shape shifting wolves and vampires.

° Your company is so immensely soothing to her that she often begins time spent with you having a short nap with her wrapped in your arms. Leah doesn’t always admit it but she feels very vulnerable, so when you hold her, all of her worries seem to dissipate. But there are times where she also holds you back and you appreciate that Leah is showing you her vulnerable side, a side no one else gets to see.

° Honestly, Leah Clearwater is just so grateful to have such a supportive, loving, and respectful imprint such as yourself. She never feels alienated around you, instead you radiate a warmth that reminds her of what home used to feel like before her life turned upside down.

° When Leah has a Sunday off, she loves to spend most of the morning in bed with you cuddling. The pair of you will just bask in the warmth she radiates and either enjoy the silence or fill it with hushed whispers.

° Leah loves to have her head in your lap while you read a book out loud to her. Your free hand tends to wander through her hair, which is the fastest way for her to fall asleep. She even nuzzles her face into your tummy!

° She also loves to walk up and down the pebble-filled beaches of La Push, no matter what the weather is like. She’ll hold your hand, fingers intertwined with yours and do mushy things like watch the sunrise and sunset with you.

° You and Leah like to go out on dates whenever you can. These can consist of driving up to Port Angeles or Seattle to grab some dinner and go to a movie, go out to a bar, or just go to a park during the day. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, as long as you’re together. Dates with Leah are always laid back and just chill. She wants you to be comfortable around her. But to be honest, she spoils you rotten because you’re her baby!

° Y’all spend a lot of time with Leah’s family - and at the Swan residence since Sue, her mother, is now with Charlie - and it melts her heart to see you get on so well with Seth, her mother and Charlie. She also likes the fact that you get along with Jacob, Quil, Embry and the rest of the Black Pack.

° Due to Leah being a shape shifting wolf, she has stumbled across a lot of beautiful meadows and places in the woods that she just immediately thinks you would love. So cue her taking you to said places and spending a sunny day there with you - even if it’s raining, you guys will sit sheltered beneath a tree and listen to the rain pattering down and watching nature unfold around you.

° With you, Leah is incredibly playful. She enjoys doing spontaneous things together, such as mini road trips to Port Angeles for food. Sometimes you bring Seth, who’s always beaming from ear to ear as he watches the scenery fly by! You enjoy it when Seth tags along, but Leah doesn’t. You have to remind her that Seth needs attention too, to which she grumbles and pouts at.

° You both go on a lot of road trips together, sometimes taking her family or your family as well. It’s always a pleasant time.

° I imagine that she has a pickup truck that she inherited from her father, Harry. Sometimes, when the normally rainy skies have rolled their clouds out to sea, and the night is clear and bright, she’ll load a bunch of blankets and pillows in the bed of it, drive you both out to a safe spot at night and just cuddle in the makeshift bed she made with you. She’s so warm that you don’t need the blankets. You both stargaze and she tells you all about the different constellations,- something that her father taught her when she was young. The Quileutes were a fishing tribe who used the stars to navigate. She teaches you how to always find your way home, to her. She grins silly when she turns to look at you and you’ve fallen asleep, curled into a small ball into her side.

° Convincing her to take you cliff diving with her was a challenge. She thought it was a dumb idea because the boys do it to one up each other. Plus she heard about that stunt Bella pulled in New Moon and doesn’t want you getting any bad ideas. But once you’ve sold her on the pair of you jumping off together and holding hands, she comes around. She’ll start off on the smaller cliffs and work your way up to the top. She likes the thrill and also seeing how pumped you are afterwards makes her heart swell. And no, she didn’t let go of your hand the entire time!

° When you’re not over at her house or she’s not over at your house, she makes it a habit to call you an hour or two in advance of her nightly patrols. This is a way for her to spend time with you from a distance, if that makes sense? She loves to hear your voice grow sleepy and remind you of how much she truly loves you.

° When Leah is having a tough time with anything, you can just tell the minute that she walks in through the front door. You drop whatever you’re doing, open your arms and she climbs into your lap, whether you’re larger or smaller than her, and crushes you to her. Sometimes she cries and lets out her feelings and other times she’s silent, letting her mood pass over like clouds, acknowledging them and letting it go.

° Food means a lot to Leah, so she thoroughly enjoys cooking and baking in the kitchen with you. Sometimes she’ll let you taste a new recipe she’s made and smears the sauce on your nose because she’s goofy and carefree when she’s with you. Seth tends to walk in and pretends to vomit, only to get a piece of cooked spaghetti thrown at him. Poor kid!

° There’s a 99.9% chance that Leah is picking you up from work everyday. Even if she has patrol, she’ll get Jacob or someone else to cover for her. Honestly, Jacob and the others aren’t mad about it, they’re just happy that Leah is so happy, and glad they don’t have to hear her brooding thoughts anymore.

° Sometimes she’ll wait patiently in the car and other times she’ll casually just stroll into your work, wink, and fire a flirty comment at you. You can’t help but grin and laugh at her, because she’s so cute when she’s a dork. She embraces you, plants the sweetest kiss on your lips and then asks you all about your day.

° You attend a lot of the Quileute tribe bonfires with her and just bask in the relaxing and captivating atmosphere of the stories being shared. After the spell of Billy’s stories lets go, you always catch her beginning to snooze on your shoulder. Paul once dared to stick a wet finger into her ear and got his ass beat.

° You both even spend time at Emily’s. The tension between Sam, Emily, and Leah vanished once she found you. Although she and yourself still hold Sam accountable for the horrible crap he put Leah through, and the terrible scars marring Emily’s face But nevertheless, you just spend a lot of time with Emily because they’re both still best friends. Emily adores you so much and so does everyone else!

° Every second that you guys spend together is literally the sweetest and it melts my heart, okay?!

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warren-lauren · 4 years ago

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Taylor!Daughter reader x Ben Hardy - Don’t Hurt Yourself SMUT

WARNINGS: A little angst, oral f-receiving, fingering, unprotected sex, pregnant reader

"It probably isn't as bad as it looks, love. I'm sure Ben wouldn't-"

"Don't!" You spun around to face your dad. Your eyes wild with anger. "You, you don't get to defend him. Got it?" You snapped. "When it comes to cheating, dad, you really don't get to make excuses."

Roger let out a heavy sigh, "All... I'm saying is, when it comes to stories in the paper, you get all the facts before you start worrying." He dropped the paper back onto the countertop.

The front page glaring up at you; 'Honeymoon already over? Bohemian Rhapsody star caught with someone who isn't his wife.'

"Talk to him, love. Please," Roger gently squeezed your shoulder before pressing a kiss to your cheek and then leaving you alone.

You had a lot to think about.

We just got to let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be baby

Hey, baby who the fuck do you think I is?

I smell that fragrance on your Louis V boy

Just give my fat ass a big kiss boy

Tonight I'm fucking up all your shit boy

When you hurt me, you hurt yourself

Try not to hurt yourself

When you play me, you play yourself

Don't play yourself

When you lie to me, you lie to yourself

You only lying to yourself

When you love me, you love yourself

Love God herself

Ben knew he was in for a long night as soon as he saw the front page of that shitty newspaper. He was ready for shouting and anger and things being thrown at him.But he wasn't ready for silence. The silence scared him more.

"Y/N?" Ben whispered as he stood in the doorway to your sons bedroom.

You were sat in the chair you kept in the room for when you read him bedtime stories. Buddy was sound asleep, his nightlight giving his small face a warm glow and you the lack of a Godess as you sat there with one hand stroking his hair and the other laid on your growing bump.

"Did you fuck her?" Your voice was calm and soft but Ben could feel the anger.

"No." Ben answered without hesitation. He dropped to his knees beside you. "I swear, Y/N, nothing like that happened." He clasped his hands in front of him.

You nodded your head slowlyin silence. "Okay. So, tell me what happened then." You kept your gaze on your sleeping son.

"We were drunk and she's a friend, Y/N. It meant nothing." Ben admitted. "It was only a kiss, Y/N, that's it."

"Just as kiss?" You hissed and began push yourself up. "Don't." You slapped Ben's hands away from you as he helped you up. "How can you say it's just a kiss, Ben?"

"Because it was." Ben sighed as he followed you out and shut the door to your son's bedroom behind him. "Y/N, I married you. We have a son together, and another couple of babies on the way. Why the hell would I do anything to lose all that?" Ben took a hold of your hand.

You snatched your hand back from him. "Why kiss her?" You asked before walking into your bedroom.

"We're friend's! You do it ALL the time. How's it any different?" He shouted.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Ben, I kiss my 'girlfriends', not some bloke I've been working with."

"How many more times. It meant, nothing!"

A small sob broke from your chest. You quickly covered your mouth, pleading with yourself not to cry.

"Love, I know you're angry-"

"Hurt." You corrected him, looking up to meet his gaze. "I'm hurt, Ben."

Ben's brow furrowed as he stepped closer to you. "Hurt?"

You nodded with a soft sigh turning away from him.

"Babe, honestly there's nothing more than friendship between her and me. If I hurt you, I am so, so sorry. It was just a silly, little kiss that honestly meant nothing. It was like... kissing Joe, or Gwil."

You let out a soft giggle as you looked over to him.

Ben gave you a small grin as he moved closer to you and slowly raised his hand to cup your face. "Baby, please tell me you believe me. I can't live with myself with you hating me or, for being the reason you're hurt. Please," He begged, turning your face so you were looking at him.

"I don't hate you, Ben." You sighed as you placed your hand over his. "I just-" You closed your eyes as you let out a heavy sigh. "It hurt me, to see you with her, having fun like we used to. And I'm here, always here alone, and fat, whilst you're off being skinny and gorgeous, surrounded with beautiful young women who don't get cramp when they have sex. Not that you want to, at the moment with me because, I'm the size of a fucking whale." You pouted.

Ben subtly covered his mouth so he didn't break out into a giant grin. You were fucking adorable when you pouted, just like your son. "Are you seriously that stupid?"

Your eyes widened at him. "Excuse me!"

Ben chuckled softly. "I love you, okay." He stepped a little closer to you. "You're smart, and funny, and... amazing. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. You're so, so sexy, but fuck me, Y/N..." He grinned cheekily, his hands slowly slipping over the sides of your swollen tummy and around your waist. "When you're pregnant, filled with my baby, made from our love... Fuck," He groaned, taking a hold of your hand and pressing it against the front of his pants.

Your breath caught in your throat before you let out a soft moan, your hand lightly tightening around his hardening cock.

Ben bit back a groan with closed eyes, "I can't help think about how many different ways I'm going to have you." He groaned, rolling his hips against your palm.

You licked your bottom lip as you watched his mouth fall open, and his Adam's apple bob. "Ben," You panted.

His eyes opened with a devilish grin. "Yes, baby?"

"Fuck me," You begged.

Ben crashed his mouth against yours, holding the back of your head as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

It had been a while since the two of you had been intimate with one another. Ben had been busy with a new project and you'd been busy being pregnant and looking after your three year old, so neither had any spare time to share anything more than a kiss.

You let out a whine as Ben pulled back from you.

"Shh, baby, gotta get you comfortable first." Ben smiled and began to undress you.

Due to being quite pregnant, getting undressed before you had it away with one another, wasn't as sexy as it once was. Ben didn't mind, he enjoyed helping you, pressing soft kisses to newly exposed skin that was working twice as hard whilst your body looked after your unborn children. And to be honest, you enjoyed him helping. You loved holding onto his strong shoulders as he bent in front of you to take your pants off. You enjoyed how he'd kiss your knee and whispered how beautiful you looked.

Ben carefully laid you on top of the bed then moved between to your legs, laying down so he was face to face with your core. "Beautiful," He whispered, leaning in to press a light kiss to your inner thigh.

"Ben, you don't ha-" You let out a sharp gasp as Ben ran his tongue up center of your pussy. "Oh, my-"

"What were you saying?" Ben asked with a cocky smirk as he pushed his middle and index finger inside your hole.

"Shut up," You groaned as Ben sucked your clit, his fingers moving in and out of you slowly a few times before twisting them around at the same time. "Oh, God."

"That feel good, baby?"

You nodded, "Yes, God, yes." You moaned and reached down to grab a hold of Ben's hair, but your bump prevented you from doing so. "Damn it!" You huffed.

Ben pulled back and pushed himself up to look at you with a from and your juice glistening all over his lips and chin. "What's wrong, babe?"

"I can't touch you, Ben. I'm too fat." You pouted.

Ben began smiling at you. "You're not fat." He let out a gentle sigh and moved to lay beside you. "You're pregnant, and beautiful," He reached over and cupped your face with his left hand to kiss you. "Lay on your side, okay?"

You nodded and rolled onto your right side, facing away from Ben. This was still no good, you weren't going to be able to see him now.

Ben laid behind you, slipping his right arm under your pillow and used his left to lift your leg up, slipping his hand around to your front so he could resume his fingering. You let out a deep moan as he slipped two fingers inside you once more. His thumb pressed against your clit, and the new position was driving you crazy.

"How's that feel?" Ben asked.

You hummed, reaching up behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair. Ben's right hand reached round and cupped your breast, lightly pinching your nipples as he leaned down and began licking and kissing your neck.

"Oh, oh God," You pressed your backside against his hard cock. "Yes!"

Ben pushing his fingers in and out of you as he rolled his hips against your backside. pinching your nipple as he ran his tongue up the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the skin.

You cried out as Ben worked you through your orgasm, your cunt squeezing around his fingers, all the time Ben whispered praises in your ear.

"Fuck, baby," Ben moaned as he pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his hand around his hard cock, letting your leg down briefly. He used your juices to lube it up before he pressed the head of his cock into your pussy then picked your leg back up, keeping it in place as he slowly filled your still tight hole. "Oh, fuck, baby."

"SHIT!" You cried, lightly pulling on Ben's hair as you screwed your eyes shut.

"M'sorry, shh, are you oka-"

You nodded, taking a hold of Ben's hand that was on your breast. "F-Fine, just-" You squeezed your walls around him and lifted his hand to kiss the back of his hand. "Fuck, I'll never get used to how big you are." You let out a small giggle.

Ben chuckle, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. "Sorry, love," He whispered, wrapping his arm around you a little tighter, kissing you once more.

You shook y our head. "It's fine. Please, move."

Ben nodded, and slowly pulled back, then back in. The angle meant he couldn't withdraw his cock all the way like he usually does, but it meant he could believe hard and short thrusts, his cock hitting different spots.

You moaned and squeezed around him as he pressed his fingertips against your sensitive clit.

"That's it, baby. Fuck, you take me so well." Ben groaned, rutting a little harder into you.

You bit down onto Ben's arm as to not cry out too loudly as Ben hit your G-spot. You were so close to coming again, and so was Ben. "Please, Ben," You moved yourself back onto Ben, "I'm so, oh God, I'm so-"

"Shh, I know, baby," Ben picked up a little pace and rubbed a little faster on your clit. He leaned down and attacked his lips to your throat, causing you to cry out in pleasure as you came around Ben's cock. "Fuck, yes!" Ben slammed into you one last time as he came, filling you up with his cum.

You laid in silence as you slowly untangled yourselves but stayed laid together with Ben's left hand moving over to lay on top of yours, over the front of your belly.

"M'sorry I hurt you, love," Ben whispered.

You let out a soft sigh, "It's fine, Ben. I think, my hormones may have played a big part in everything."

"Still, I haven't exactly been a good husband, have I? I need to focus on us, our family. I need to focus on our future, and I promise," Ben tightened his hold around you as he kissed the side of your head. "You are my only one."

We just got to let it be

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be baby

Uh, this is your final warning

You know I give you life

If you try this shit again

You gon lose your wife

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rikalovesrice · 4 years ago

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Life Beat (Casperan Family AU Ficlet)

Zoe finds out.

Nari woke with a start. There hadn’t been an apparent disturbance. No loud noise, no sudden movements. It was early morning, eight o’clock or so, and beams of fresh sunlight shone through the single window in Nari’s quarters. Mornings in the Casperan home were still and silent since no one was really an early riser aside from herself. But what had Nari’s aura so excited, humming and flickering and buzzing deep within her spirit, was the undeniable creation of a new soul.

Of course, as the Mother of Life, new souls were nothing new to her. Nari had sensed since the Earth’s beginnings countless souls being knit together in their mothers’ wombs, human and otherwise. But today...Today it was not only close, dare she say just down the hallway, but it was familiar. So indisputably familiar, yet so very different.

Eagerness surging through her, Nari hopped out of bed and made for the door, cracking it open and peeking out just in time to see Douxie sluggishly round the corner towards the kitchen. Normally Nari would have greeted him. But everything inside of her was pulling her in the opposite direction from where he’d come, towards this new soul.

Nari trotted down the hall, an animal following a scent. Douxie had left his and Zoe’s bedroom door open so Nari hurried right in, immediately zeroing in on Zoe lying in bed and scrolling through her phone. Zoe didn’t have time to fully notice Nari before the little goddess was at her bedside, eyes wide and searching.

“W-whoa, Nari?” Zoe sat up, what looked to be one of Douxie’s band t-shirts hanging off her shoulders. She instinctively flinched away when Nari ran her hands along the blankets, right over where Zoe’s stomach was. “Hey, what...What are you doing?”

Nari folded her hands over Zoe’s belly and closed her eyes, breathing in. The new soul’s energy pulsed weakly, but Nari could tell and she couldn’t help but laugh softly. Sweet. Passionate. Gentle. Strong. It was Douxie. It was Zoe. But beyond those layers of familiarity, the soul’s core was a seed yet to sprout and blossom.

“There is a new soul inside of you, Zoe,” Nari said, meeting Zoe’s gaze. “You are pregnant.”

Several seconds passed. The statement had struck Zoe like a spear of lightning through the chest. It was sudden but slow as Zoe processed Nari’s words, until the shocking currents began to ripple through her body, charging her heart as it began to beat faster and faster.

“Wha...W-what?” Zoe continued to stare blankly at Nari. A nervous laugh left her lips. “N-No, that can’t...You’re joking, Nari, c’mon. Not funny.”

Nari shook her head calmly. “I am not lying. I can feel it.” She smoothed her hand over Zoe’s stomach and hummed. “This new soul within you. Your baby.”

Zoe’s heartrate increased with every word. Her throat was starting to hurt. Her palms began to sweat.

“What? N-no, no, no, how can you even -”

“I have sensed every life that has walked this Earth from the beginning of days,” Nari said. “My roots have known each soul as they have come and gone.” Nari studied Zoe’s face for a moment, then frowned in concern. “Are you not happy, Zoe?”

That wasn’t the question. Zoe dropped her phone and gripped the sides of her head. Her shoulders began to shake. Her breathing grew increasingly labored.

“No...No, no, no, no, no...”

“Zoe -”

Zoe threw off the covers and swung her bare legs off the mattress. She marched across the room and carefully but quickly shut the door before pressing her back against it, Zoe held her hands over her mouth, eyes wide and body quivering.

“Zoe, what is wrong?”

“You’re sure?” Zoe asked, voice trembling. “You’re for real? Like you’re a hundred percent positive?”

Nari’s brow scrunched at Zoe’s distress, feeling in her aura. She nodded wordlessly.

“Oh...” A big, stuttering gasp seized Zoe as she slid her back down the door. “Oh my God.....H-how? This can’t.....I didn’t even know I could -”

“I have sensed this less than ten times since the beginning,” Nari quietly said. “Beings like you and Douxie having children together. But it has always happened when the world’s magic was strong. Very strong. And very untamed.” Nari glanced over at the window where she could glimpse the clear blue sky over roof and treetops. “Last night the magical energies were as such. Otherwise, this could not be...”

Nari trailed off, look back at Zoe who was now curled up in front of the door, forehead on her knees, taking deep, shuddering breaths. Nari quietly approached Zoe on all fours before sitting in front of her.

“Zoe...You are afraid,” Nari said softly, reaching out with her aura to feel Zoe’s laced with anxiety.

Zoe let out a long weighty sigh, running a hand down her face as she looked up at Nari. “I mean...Yeah. Yeah, I’m...I’m terrified, Nari, I can’t....” She leaned back against the door and held her hand over her stomach, just barely brushing it with her fingers. She shook her head, her voice a fragmented whisper. “I can’t...I can’t do this, I can’t, I-”

“Zoe.” Nari reached out and gently took Zoe’s hand over her stomach. Zoe met Nari’s gaze, tears beginning to prickle at the corners of her blue eyes. With soft smile, Nari eased Zoe’s hand down so that it now fully pressed on her tummy, then closed her eyes. A breath in and out, Nari concentrated, growing her aura and lightly touching new soul’s energy. She then invited Zoe to open her own aura.

“N-Nari...” Zoe gulped, feeling her invitation.

“Will you trust me?” Nari asked, her dark golden eyes tender.

After only a few more seconds of hesitation, Zoe shut her eyes, her aura metaphorically taking Nari’s by the hand. Nari closed her own eyes again, guiding Zoe to the new soul, which began to pulse more brightly, alert to its mother’s aura. As their energies crossed, Zoe sucked in a breath, her soul suddenly flooded with warmth.

There was a sort of light but intense burning sensation activated in Zoe’s abdomen like a small but brilliant glow in pitch darkness. Zoe’s and the new soul’s auras melded together as if embracing. Zoe felt the fragile pulse of its newly ignited aura, could feel its warmth and radiance in her very bones, in her racing heart. Reaching for her. Flickering and strobing. Zoe could feel it, could understand it clear as day.

It was excited.

Her child was happy.

Sensing that Zoe’s fear had lessened significantly, Nari eased away the connection at that revelation. Zoe took in a deep breath when she opened her eyes. She brushed her face with her knuckles and they came away wet with her tears. Nari inched closer, placing her other hand on Zoe’s shoulder.

“Wow...,” Zoe breathed, curling in on herself again. Only this time, she wasn’t hiding, but cradling her stomach with her hands. “Oh my gosh...”

“Yes,” Nari said with a soft chuckle. “There is no need to fear, Zoe. Life is a gift. This life,” Nari gestured to their hands joined over Zoe’s tummy, “has been gifted to you. Do not be afraid.” Nari smiled tenderly. “I can feel that it already loves you dearly.”

More warm tears spilled down onto Zoe’s cheeks. They remained like that, leaning close, Zoe feeling her baby’s presence and Nari’s comfort. The moment shattered when Douxie’s voice travelled down the hallway and came muffled through the door.

“Zoe, are you up?”

Zoe scrambled away from the door, panic setting in.

“Oh we must tell Douxie!” Nari said. At that, Zoe whirled around and grabbed her shoulders, eliciting a squeak of surprise.

“Don’t tell him,” Zoe said. “Please, please don’t tell Douxie.”

Nari raised a brow. “Why?”

“Because...!” Zoe chewed her lip, confliction on her face. “Because...With everything that’s going on with Lin and those New Order bastards, I don’t need him to have something else to worry about. Especially me.” Because Douxie hardly ever had to worry about Zoe. And now that she was, well, with child, she feared the stress would kill Douxie before the New Order could even try.

Nari crossed her arms and frowned, looking down at the floor. “Zoe...I do not wish to keep secrets from Douxie. This...This he would definitely want to know about right now.”

“I know, Nari, I know.....Me neither.” Zoe sighed. “Look, we will tell him. Just...not now. At least not until the New Order’s taken care of. Then he can know, okay? Please Nari...” Zoe’s hold on Nari’s shoulders tightened, desperation on her face. “Please don’t tell him.”

They locked eyes, Zoe’s pleading and Nari’s uncertain. But eventually, Nari sighed and uncrossed her arms.

“Okay,” she said.

Zoe’s heart swelled with gratitude. She leaned forward, bringing the little goddess into a hug. “Thanks Nari.”

“But you must promise you will tell him when the New Order is defeated,” Nari said, rubbing Zoe’s back.

“Of course. I promise.”

And as if on cue, the door to the room creaked open, startling them both. Douxie stepped into the room, immediately confused as to why his wife and adopted sister were on the floor.

“Oh, Nari! Good morning...” Douxie rubbed the back of his head, further ruffling his bed hair. “Um, why are you two on the floor?”

Zoe quickly rolled out an explanation. “We’re just having some girl talk is all. And uh...” She wiggled her toes. “Nari was helping me clip my toenails. Cause I didn’t feel like it and I didn’t want my nail clippings to get on the bed.” Douxie’s face scrunched. “We cleaned it up already! W-what a girl can’t get help with her toenails every once and a while?”

“Y-yes, I am happy to help.” Nari glanced at Zoe before working a smile at Douxie. “...With toenails.”

“Well um...Alright then. That’s kind of you, Nari.” Douxie gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “I made some breakfast. Hope you’re hungry for blueberry waffles.”

Nari’s eyes glimmered and she hopped up off the floor, strolling into the hallway.

“That sounds great,” Zoe said, getting up herself. “Thanks, babe.”

“Anything for the lovely lady.” Douxie took Zoe’s hand, kissing her fingers before gazing at her lovingly.

Zoe breathed a laugh despite the small blush on her face. “Alright, you big sap.” Even so, she walked into a hug, sighing contently as Douxie’s arms folded around her. They held each other close for only a few seconds before Zoe noticed the distinct smell of something burning.

“....You didn’t take the waffles out, did you?”

“Oh fuzzbuckets!!!” Douxie pulled away, giving Zoe’s forehead a good smooch before scrambling out the door and back to the kitchen. Zoe rolled her eyes with a grin. Then she felt her stomach again, face falling with somber resolution.

Not now. Just...not now.

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hi, I was wondering where I can find the sequel to 'look at the stars (look how they shine for you)'? I remember reading it on your old tumblr but I couldn't find it on your AO3. It's a beautiful story and I wanna re-read the continuation of this story again.

hello! Yes, that’s because I only published it on tumblr. Managed to find it in my google docs, so here you go :)

part one here

“It’s a girl!”

The raw, piercing cry that fills the room following the doctor’s announcement makes Beca’s chest swell with unparalleled awe. She watches in awe as the slimy, unhappy and reddish looking baby is laid upon Chloe’s chest.

“Oh my god,” Beca’s voice trembles with the emotions lodged in her throat as tears freely run down her face.

“It’s okay,” Chloe murmurs to their daughter (their daughter. Holy crap.) as she peppers her forehead with gentle kisses. “You’re okay, baby girl.”

The newborn’s wails subside to small cooing noises, Chloe’s warm skin against her tiny body seemingly reassuring and familiar after her tremendous and emotional arrival into the world.

Beca leans forward to kiss Chloe’s temple, resting her forehead against the side of her head. “You are incredible. I love you both so much.”

Chloe twists her head and they share a sweet, lingering kiss. “We love you, too, Mommy.”

One of the nurses steps up to the other side of the bed once they’ve parted. “Chloe, we have to take her for just a few minutes, okay? We need to weigh and measure her, then give her a clean-up.”

“O-okay.” Their minutes-old daughter fusses again as soon as she is carried away. “Beca, go with her, I don’t want her to be alone.”

Beca brushes another kiss to Chloe’s forehead. “We’ll be right back.”

She takes a few strides to the baby station tucked against the far wall, observing from a few feet away as they weigh, measure and clean-up her daughter before wrapping her in a blanket. She’s carried back into Chloe’s arms and Beca perches herself on the edge of the bed, draping an arm over Chloe’s shoulders as she gazes down at their bundle of joy.

“She’s so beautiful, Chlo,” Beca says softly, brushing her thumb over her daughter’s knuckles. “She has bright blue eyes, the same as yours.” Beca knows a baby’s eyes are likely to change a few shades but she hopes they stay identical to Chloe’s. “Her hair is light red, and she’s got lots of it. And she can’t take your eyes off you,” Beca observes endearingly. “At least she and I have something in common.”

Chloe grins and leans her head against Beca’s shoulder. “Keep going.”

“She’s got her hand wrapped around my little finger. Both literally and figuratively.” Beca says with a watery chuckle, followed up by a tiny gasp. “Oh, her eyes are closing. Looks like coming into this world was exhausting.”

Chloe giggles. “Tell me about it.”

“Hi mommies,” the nurse interrupts gently. “Do you have a name for her?”

“Avery,” Chloe speaks softly. “Avery June Mitchell.”

Avery starts to fuss a few seconds later as the nurse fastens a bracelet with her name to her wrist. She helps Chloe present her breast to Avery, who latches on immediately.

“She’s a trooper,” Beca murmurs with a proud smile, which drops when she catches Chloe’s features crumbling. She pivots to face Chloe, cupping her face tenderly. “Chlo?”

“I’m okay,” Chloe sniffles, wiping her tears with her free hand before she rests it back over Avery’s tummy. “I’m just so happy.”

Chloe has always wanted to have kids, but for many years that wish had been suffocated by the fear of not being a good mother because of her handicap.

“Hey Chlo,” Beca murmurs as they snuggle in bed one week night. “Do you ever think about having a baby?”

“A baby?” Chloe echoes, craning her neck to glance at Beca. It’s something that Beca had been thinking for a while now, but always figured Chloe would be the one to bring it up. She stares at Beca for a long stretch, her mouth gaping wordlessly. Eventually, she sets her head back down on Beca’s shoulder. “I-I do, it’s just…” She sighs as she fiddles with the hem of Beca’s shirt. “I’m scared. What if I’m not a good mother?”

Beca brushes a kiss across her hairline. “Because you’re blind?”

“Well, yeah.” Chloe breathes out. “I can take care of myself now, but another human being? What if I can’t change them properly, or feed them? I won’t be able to see if they’re in danger or… play with them the way a sighted person would.”

“I get it,” Beca says softly as she draws nonsensical patterns along the base of Chloe’s spine. “But Chlo… look at me,” She reaches out to tilt Chloe’s chin up, tenderly cupping her cheek. While Chloe can’t see the confidence swirling in Beca’s eyes, Beca knows she can hear it in her tone. “That wouldn’t make you a bad mother. Your lack of sight wouldn’t change the fact that you’d love our child unconditionally and that you’d do anything in your power to make them happy. Of course it would be challenging and it might take you a little while to learn the ropes but I’d be there to help, every step of the way. We’’d learn together.” Beca pauses, brushing her thumb over Chloe’s cheekbone. “I know becoming a mother has always been something you wanted and I don’t want your inability to see to make you feel like you can’t.”

Chloe remains silent for a few beats and Beca can almost see the cogs churning in her brain. “Do you want this, too?” She eventually asks, almost timidly. “To have a baby?”

“Yeah,” Beca confirms without missing a beat, her smile brightening her tone. “I do. I want to start a family with you, Chlo. Not -- maybe not tomorrow but sometimes down the road. I don’t really want to share you with anyone else at the moment.”

Chloe’s giggle warms Beca from the inside out. “Maybe -- maybe we can start in a year?”

Beca beams, reaching for Chloe’s hand to press a lingering kiss to her knuckles. “Sounds like a plan.”

Beca knows what Chloe means; she never thought it possible to feel this unparalleled type of happiness, as though her heart was so full it barely fit inside her chest. “Me, too.”

The first few days of Avery’s life go smoother than Beca expected. Nurses help them with changing, feeding and sponge-bathing their daughter. Beca is hyper focused through each task, knowing she will in turn be the one to help Chloe once they go home.

“You got it,” Beca murmurs as she stands beside Chloe while Chloe finishes strapping on Avery’s fresh diaper, impressed with how Chloe picked up the skill much faster than she did. Chloe smiles and grabs the clean onesie draped over her shoulder, studying it with her touch for a handful of seconds to figure out which are the sleeves from the legs. After some fumbling to get the onesie over Avery’s head, the baby starts to show her discontentment by wiggling harder and fussing.

“Bec,” Chloe requests.

“Okay, right here,” Beca guides Chloe’s hands a little bit before letting her do the rest.

“It’s okay baby girl, almost done,” Chloe’s soft voice captures Avery’s attention while she finishes fastening the onesie snaps. “There we go,” Chloe reaches out, careful to support Avery’s head as she scoops her up to lay upright against her chest. “We did it!”

As Beca predicted a few years ago, Chloe is an amazing mom. She gets up in the middle of the night to feed Avery and sings her back to sleep, goes to every baby swimming class, takes Avery to the park with her faithful guide dog Joey and reads her bedtime stories in braille.

As she grows up, Avery knows her Mama’s eyes are “broken” and that she can’t see the way Avery can. She understands that she has to be a little bit more patient when it’s Mama that cooks or dresses her, or that she has to come give her toy to Mama when Mama asks what she’s playing with instead of just holding it up so Mama can feel it with her hands.

However, she also understands pretty quickly that she can sometimes get away with things she wouldn’t dare try when Mommy is around, like stealing cookies from the stack when she knows she’s not supposed or drawing doodles on the living-room wall.

“She gets that from you,” Chloe says when Beca slips under the covers after tucking Avery in. “Her mischievousness.”

Beca chuckles, slipping an arm around her wife’s waist as she spoons her from behind. “I can’t really contradict you there.”

“She was too quiet, I knew something was up,” Chloe explains. “But then she gave me her crayon when I asked what she was playing with so I believed her when she said she was coloring.”

“It’s okay, Chlo.” Beca brushes a kiss in the crook of her neck. “We can always frame that part of the wall and pretend it’s an expensive piece of art.”

Chloe snickers, finger feathering back and forth over Beca’s forearm. “What did she draw anyway?”

“She said she drew our family. Two tall stick figures holding hands, two shorter ones next to them and a dog. I think it’s her subtle way to let us know she wants a little brother and sister.”

Chloe turns onto her back. “Yeah?” A smile tugs at her lips. “Do you? Want to have another baby.”

The thought has crossed Beca’s mind more than once, lately. “Yeah. If you want to, that is. I’m also happy with one.”

Beca squeaks when Chloe pulls her down on top of her, locking her legs around her waist. She brushes her lips across Beca’s. “Let’s make a baby.”

Beca backs away. “Hold on, you know I’m not equipped, right?”

Chloe’s giggle fills the room, and it’s still the most beautiful sound Beca’s has ever heard and the grin lighting up her face Beca’s favorite sight in the whole world.

#bechloe fanfic

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dornish-queen · 4 years ago

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Gentleman Jack (An Agent Whiskey Fic)

Characters: Eggsy, Harry, Whiskey (No pairing)

Warnings: language, violence, angsty

Notes: This was written sometime in February. I had no plans to continue but I think @engineeredfiction wants me to finish it. At the point of writing, I have not written anything in ages. This is my kinder writing in action. And the ending of chatper cuts off because I pretty much gave up writing. There is more stuff outlined though. Post Kingsman:TGC.

Prologue: Poppy’s Diner

Harry dropped the red case as the whip wound tighter around his neck. He had no time to input the code to release Poppy’s antidote. Millions of people were going to die if they didn’t do it. Eggsy reached for the case, but heard the click of the gun.

Agent Whiskey stood across from the polished, checkered floor of Poppy’s Diner. His gun pointed directly at Eggsy, while he held Harry in the grip of his whip. Harry stood helpless, staring at this traitor, but not surprised.

“Don’t move kid.” Agent Whiskey uttered coolly. “You try anything funny and I’m turning this thing electric!”

As much as Agent Whiskey liked Eggsy, this had to be done. It was for the greater good.

Eggsy yelled, “Our mission was to protect the innocent!”

Innocent? Agent Whiskey felt his heart burn with rage. The grip on his whip grew tighter around Harry’s neck.

“You want to know who was innocent?” Agent Whiskey said, feeling the lump in his throat grow. “My high school sweetheart. The love of my life. Pregnant with my little boy. He’d be about your age right now, if his momma hadn’t got caught in the crossfire when two meth heads decided to rob a fucking convenience store.”

Eggsy looked over at Harry, who stared at Agent Whiskey. Looking for a moment to attack.

“A world without those people in it?” Agent Whiskey continued. “Sure sounds like peace to me. Good riddance to all of them.”

In an instant, there was a blinding flash. All Agent Whiskey saw was stars as he felt his whip tug at his hand and his natural instinct was to activate it. Electricity zipped through that rope. Get that old man out of the way and then get rid of the kid. That case was his for the taking and all of this will be over.

Agent Whiskey felt a sharp kick to his stomach, which made him drop his lasso. Shit! That old man can fight! He felt Eggsy grab him from behind as he reached for his gun with his lasso. Whiskey’s gun flung in his direction, only to be grabbed in mid-air by Harry.

Two against one normally was a piece of cake for Agent Whiskey, but these were two trained Kingsman agents he was fighting. Agent Whiskey couldn’t help but admire how well Harry and Eggsy fought together. Almost like a father and son. The thought of that just fueled Whiskey’s anger. Father and son. He would have had that, should have had that.

They continued to fight in Poppy’s kitchen. Agent Whiskey managed to get his hands on his knife before Eggsy knocked it into the meat grinder. Agent Whiskey saw Harry coming at him from his peripheral and threw a frying pan at him, hitting Harry square in the head. As Agent Whiskey continued to struggle with Harry, he whips Eggsy with his free hand. Launching the end of the whip into the grinder. Eggsy is a goner for sure. Then only one left to finish off. As Harry and Agent Whiskey struggled with the gun, leaning across Poppy’s counter, Harry fired off a shot, freeing Eggsy from the whip and the teeth of the meat grinder.

As they continued to fight, Agent Whiskey couldn’t help but be distracted with thoughts of his wife. That moment of grief was just long enough for Harry to make his move. Agent Whiskey felt himself being lifted and pushed down into the grinder.

“OH FUCK!” Everything seemed to have moved in slow motion. It felt like an eternity. Well, shit! Is this how it feels like when you know you’re about to die?

Let it be quick and I’ll be with her again. That was Agent Whiskey’s final thought as he was about to be ground into bits. There was, surprisingly, no more anger, but a wave of relief washed over him. In a moment, all of his pain was gone and in its’ place, only love.

Eggsy and Harry stood there in the middle of Poppy’s kitchen, looking at the pile of hamburger that used to be Agent Whiskey. They sighed in relief as they entered the code that would release Poppy’s antidote. They had saved the world again and soon Eggsy would marry his princess. The love of his life, with Harry by his side.

Poppy’s diner, once so vibrant, stood so empty and dead. Not a sound, aside for the faint beeping noise coming from where Agent Whiskey’s remains were. Within that pile of grotesque ground meat, a small blinking light from what was once Agent Whiskey’s eyeball. The blue light started to blink faster and faster, until it was a solid blue light. A high-pitched beep, so high, only a dog could hear. And then, suddenly it was gone. Black. Completely dead.

Elsewhere

Deep in an underground facility in Kentucky, there was a high-pitched beeping. Within the dark, wooden walls, the beeping continued. The room was small and unimpressive compared to the other Statesman warehouses. There was a sign on the outer door of the room.

100 PROOF

RESTRICTED AREA

AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY

Within those cold, wooden walls and sawdust floor, were rows of Statesman Whiskey barrels. This warehouse must have contained at least 20 of these barrels, organized in neat rows of two.

BEEP. In the dark silence of the room. BEEP. The blue light illuminated a single, wooden whiskey barrel in the middle of the row.

The beeping sped up, illuminating the face of the whiskey barrel completely

GENTLEMAN JACK

100 PROOF

The blue beeping light grew brighter and solid until, the round wooden face of the whiskey barrel opened and swung out like a door, with a hiss.

“Protocols have been engaged,” said a female computerized voice.

Instead of whiskey flooding out of the wooden barrel, an arm reached out and a gasp for air. He reached from the depths of the whiskey barrel for anything to grab on the outside. Pulling himself out of the darkness, he fell onto the cold sawdust floor with a thud. Sawdust clung to his wet, naked body. Shivering from the coldness of his surroundings, he felt the sting of stale oxygen in his lungs. The cold burned with every breath he took. Lungs that had not been used for who knows how long.

Flashes in his mind. He shouldn’t be here. He should be with her. That was his last thought. The computer voice echoed through the empty room.

“RE-ANIMATION COMPLETE. WELCOME BACK, JACK DANIELS.”

Chapter 1: Thawed Out

Characters: Whiskey, Champ, Ginger (No pairing)

Warnings: light fluff

Setting: The events of this story take place after Kingsman: The Golden Circle. I won’t go into too much backstory, just enough hopefully.

Jack felt a strong kick upside his head, knocking him back onto the bed. He shook it off before returning to lean his ear against his wife’s baby bump. He listened intently as he heard his baby doing somersaults in his momma’s belly. Jack couldn’t help but flash a stupid shit face grin.

“Whoo-wee! Listen to him go, Baby!” he shouted excitedly. “He’s gonna be strong just like his daddy!”

“And just as handsome.” She whispered as she ran her fingers through Jack’s hair.

He placed his hand on the underside of her belly, feeling the unmistakable hardness of his son’s head. KICK! Another hard jolt knocked Jack back, he could see his little baby foot protruding from the inside of her belly. Jack kissed his son through his wife’s stomach tenderly, working his kisses up until his lips brushed tenderly across her sweet lips. She smelled of flowers today. He took in her smell as he enveloped her mouth completely. The lover’s locked in their passionate kiss, as jack stroked her baby bump, feeling their child blissfully moving around in her belly.

She moved to her side to be more comfortable. Being seven months into her pregnancy and it was taking a toll on her back. Jack felt her back against his chest as they continued to lie on the bed. He rubbed her tummy while his mouth nuzzled against the back of her neck. He massaged her lower back to alleviate some of her discomfort.

“I love you, Sweety.” Was the last thing Jack heard as she drifted off to sleep with her husband cradling her. Jack’s heart swelled with love, as he closed his eyes and felt her head nuzzled against his chin.

A flash of light and there was another voice. An unfamiliar voice.

“A damn shame if you ask me.” The officer said. “Wrong place. Wrong time I guess.”

It was dark and Jack was standing outside of a convenience store. It was just an ordinary night. Ordinary to everyone else, but him. She was only going to be gone for a few minutes. A few minutes tuned into an hour. An hour turned into what seemed like forever for Jack.

Two officers stood outside the convenience store, filling out a report. Jack looked toward the convenience store, he could see the yellow of the police tape surrounding the entrance of the store. Jack walked closer to the entrance of the store, as though in slow motion, knowing in his mind what he would find. His heart dropped at the sight of blood. Jacked moved toward the entrance of the store when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Jack?” the voice was distant and muffled. “You okay, Jack”

A flash of light and there were more voices. Familiar voices.

“Jack, you’re going to be okay.” Ginger Ale said as Jack opened his eyes, squinting at a blinding set of bright lights.

Jack woke to find himself in the familiar, sterile surroundings of the Statesman sickbay. He was submerged in what looked like a cryo cylindrical tube, only it will filled with a warm clear gel. Still groggy and nauseous from waking up, he tried to focus on the two individuals leaning over into the cryo tube. Ginger Ale and Champagne. A sight for sore eyes, literally.

“Hey there. How you feeling?” Champ’s unmistakable voice rang through his ears.

“What’s going on? Jack tried to utter, but his voice was gravely as though it has not been used in a very long time. His voice broke off into a fit of coughing, as he tried to lift himself out of the warm gel. Ginger draped Jack’s body with a thermal blanket as he stepped onto the cold floor of the sickbay, completely unaware that he was still naked.

“Steady Jack.” Ginger said, as she stood next to Jack, providing him with the support he needed to stand. Her voice was soothing to his ears. “Just take it slow.”

It took a moment, but Jack’s head cleared and he remembered everything. He should be dead, ground into minced meat. But how is he here at Statesman sickbay and alive.

“You’re probably wondering what’s going on?” Champ said, as he eyed Jack’s condition.

Ginger and Champ helped Jack to a chair by her desk. Ginger’s chair was cold on his bare ass, but that was the last thing on his mind. She moved to get Jack’s extra set of clothing. She had his pale blue cowboy button shirt with tight blue jeans, boots and denim jacket with corduroy collar. You got to give Ginger credit. She was always prepared for everything.

“Champ?” Jack started. “What happened?”

“You died. That’s what happened.” Champ said, somewhat casually. “You know, Alpha Gel can only do so much, and well, what happened to you, let’s just say us Statesman are always prepared for every outcome.”

“What the FUCK does that mean?” Jack yelled, annoyed, as Ginger brought over a pale blue button-down shirt and tried to help him with it. “Shit, I can dress myself, I’m not a fucking baby!”

Ginger gave up and placed Jack’s clothes on his lap and sat down next to Champ, by her desk.

“You see.” Champ continued. “Statesman have developed cloning for all of our active agents. Every agent out in the field has a clone, just in case of a catastrophic event, we would have a backup.”

“Are you telling me I’m a fucking copy?” Jack said

“No, Jack.” Champ said. “You’re the original. You see, we put the copies out in the field and their minds are linked to their originals that are in hibernation. In the event that the agent becomes damaged irreparably, the original is woken up.”

Jack looked at Ginger, who shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

“Did you know about this?” Jack asked Ginger.

“No.” She said, shaking her head. “I only found out, when Champ was dragging you into sickbay.”

“So, what are you two?” Jack asked, pointing at Champ and Ginger.

“Ginger here is a copy too.” Champ said. “Her original is still in hibernation. Just like how you were, Jack.”

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