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veras1ne · 7 months

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✮“Delicate.”

I had SO much fun writing this fic!! I’m so sorry it was delayed a little, there were some time constrictions and I’d much rather give you guys a late fic than a rushed and poorly written one. Anyways, Enjoy!! I can’t wait to see yall on the 31st 🦢 🫧

✰Pairing´ˎ˗📀: Anakin Skywalker x AFAB!Bimbo!Reader

✰ ‧₊˚ Summary 🦢: Anakin was out on a mission, leaving you home alone and an opportunity to hit the town. Nightclubs and dancing sounded perfect until he finds his way back home early.

✰ ;➛ WARNINGS🫧: THIS IS AN 18+ SMUT FANFIC. I am NOT responsible for the media you read and consume! Your warnings are the following: Smut, PIV, Fingering, Cum-Stuffing, Anakin being a master manipulator, Slutshaming, Degrading, Use of She/Her, Mentions of Breeding/Pregnancy, squirting, but no explicit mention of it! Try not to blink.

The sound of your dress zipping up and the spritzing of your favorite perfume filled your ears with excitement. Anakin was planned to be away on a trip for several nights, allowing you to sneak away with your closest friends for a night on the town, going to some of the sweetest clubs in your finest clothing. This would be the perfect chance for you to let loose without being kept on a tight leash by him. You could drink, dance, and enjoy yourself to your heart's content.

Tonight, you were finally free to do all that you wanted. You wanted to be selfish and get dirty and nasty with your friends. Of course you were allowed to go out, but statistics forbid you to be able to wear your tightest skirts and tops that were downright inappropriate for you to wear anywhere else. Personally, you had seen nothing wrong with your choice of clothing, especially when you got dressed just right, knowing that the explicit clothing wouldn’t matter in the first place as your lover would be right there in the event of anything happening.

The tightness made your waist look amazing, and the thin fabric hugged your curves perfectly. In Anakin’s mind, your clothes left little to the imagination—so little, in fact, that he believed he should be the only one to see you wearing the fabric you loved so much. He believed that he should be the only one to take advantage of you and ravage your mind, body, and soul.

He believed he should be the only one to see every nook and cranny of your body—the one that was specially made for his hands. To him, you were a toy, something he could take whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted. No matter where he went, whether it was his bed or yours or the bar across town, you would always be available to him.

You were his property that he owned, and you loved it. He loved that he was the only thing you thought about, that every being in your soul belonged to him, and that your whole life was centered around being him. It pleased him endlessly when his presence seemed to be the only thing to bring happiness and contentment into your everyday existence.

You relished in the knowledge that he knew every inch of your body; everything you did was because of him. His touch was what caused you to cry out of pleasure. He held you, kissed you, touched you, pleasured you, and told you how much he loved you. His missions were an opportunity for you to get wild without his knowledge, to let out a primal energy that wasn't regularly seen in you while under his every beck and call.

You had loved to be under Ani’s watchful eyes, but to live somewhat of a secret second life was something that made you feel sexy and powerful. Sure, others saw you as naive and just a pretty face, but you simply loved it. You loved dressing pretty in pink and always sipping on smooth champagne. In Anakin’s words, you were “ditzy.” And he liked it. It felt good to have you wrapped tightly around his finger.

You were just too good for him. He loved having you completely at his mercy, giving him whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. You were a gift that no man or god could give him. The way you met was almost immediately revealing to your character: him being assigned to nearly babysit you while you traveled with your father throughout the galaxy, accompanying your father as the face of his campaign for his politics.

He became enamored by your innocent beauty and decided he wanted you to be his. You didn’t realize it, but he began to court you, solidifying his belief that you were rather bubble-headed, not that he minded in the slightest way.

He watched you giggle uncontrollably during a joke, hearing him chuckle when you cried out in disgust when you accidentally stepped in a liquid that had taken form on the floor. He had found you absolutely delicious, and his obsession had gotten the best of him. His lust had grown more intense, taking over any sense of logic and reasoning. He would come home after long missions and find you waiting for him, begging for him to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you. Your soft body begged to be touched, but Anakin couldn’t bring himself to give in.

As much as he desired you in the moment, his job had taken priority, and he had to be away from you until now. He hadn’t told you of his return, wishing to surprise you and see your pretty face filled with delight as his boots echoed down the hallway to your door, clacking upon arrival. Although it had only been a few days, to him, it felt like weeks away from your beautiful body, which fit right with his. He had missed you, and he wanted to prove you right.

As you smoothed out your top in the mirror, the jiggling of your front door’s knob caught your attention. Anakin’s voice calling out your name brought a smile to your face, making you rush out into the living room, heels clicking as you ran. The sight that greeted you, however, made your heart leap in your chest.

The man that stood before you was handsome in his Jedi robes. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he smiled down at you, a slight smirk on his lips. Anakin was clearly excited to see you, his arms open, expecting a hug. “Hi Baby! You’re home!” you almost screamed, joyously, running into his muscular arms.

You wrapped your own around his broad back and pulled him closer to you, pressing your nose into his neck and inhaling his smell of fresh soap and pine trees. “I didn’t know you were coming. I missed you so much, baby!” You exclaimed happily, kissing the side of his jawline before pulling away and admiring his strong build.

His face contorted in confusion as he looked at you, seeing you in your pink outfit fixed with your primmed and perfect hair and your finest heels. “What are you wearing, honey? I didn’t think you knew I was coming home.” You smiled at him blankly, not understanding his words. “I was about to go out with some girls from the club downtown; that’s okay, right?" He nodded slowly, trying to comprehend where you got the idea that you could go outside looking like that. “Of course that’s alright,” his voice trailed off as he entered your kitchen. “But I know you aren’t going out dressed like that." You tilted your head, confused. “Like that? What’s wrong with this?” “I should be the only one seeing you dressed like that. Your tits are halfway spilling out of your top; I wouldn’t even be surprised if other men tried to look at you the way only I do," he snapped at you, frustrated that you were trying to question his authority.

You rolled your eyes at his reaction, turning around and beginning to walk to your bedroom. “Oh really? Well, I guess maybe you should change the way you look at me if you hate it so much.” You scoffed as you walked past him, heading to your closet. “Besides, if you hate what I’m wearing so badly, why don’t you come and take it off?" You turned around with a devilish smirk on your face, wanting to see his reaction.

You never expected such a fierce and passionate response. A growl escaped his throat as he stomped towards you, slamming you up against the wall and pinning you there with ease. He pushed you against the wall roughly, ravanging your neck and placing wet, open kisses on your exposed skin. He nibbled on your collarbone, sucking lightly, causing you to moan and shiver. “I could rip your clothes right off," his low voice whispered into your ear, his lips close enough to yours for you to feel his hot breath. “Of course you’d love that, wouldn’t you?" He chuckled darkly as he released his grip on your shoulders and placed his forehead on yours.

The sight of Anakin’s eyes staring straight into yours made you forget all about the situation, instead focusing on the sensation of his hot breath fanning across your skin, his hand coming up to your face, and forcing eye contact between the two of you. “I've waited too long for you, Ani. My fingers couldn’t fuck me like you can. I need you so bad.” Your breathing was labored and unstable, with his hands harshly grabbing your wrists as he pinned you to your shared bed, which had grown so cold on his side.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately, his tongue brushing against your lip before slipping inside, exploring the depths of your mouth. His hands made short work of your miniskirt, and completely demolishing your beautiful designer top.

You were completely lost in him as he devoured you, his fingers tugging your hair slightly as he continued to press you against the bed, your hips bucking and rubbing against the fabric of his pants, the thin cotton of your pants creating friction on your clit that you so elegantly craved.

You moaned loudly into his mouth, his hands still holding your wrists above your head as his mouth roamed over your body, leaving a trail of hickeys all over your neck, chest, and stomach.

His right hand came down to your pussy, pushing your pants to the side as he reveled in your wet genitalia, your pre-cum acting as a lube for his thick and dry fingers, pushing their way into your hole, scissoring them against your walls, and loosening your tight muscles that pulsed against his flesh. You groaned louder than ever as his skilled fingers moved in and out of your slick and swollen entrance, his mouth moving to your breast, nibbling and licking.

A few minutes later, your eyes were closed, and tears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure rocked through you relentlessly.

A low grunt fell from your lips as Anakin removed his fingers from your pussy, placing a kiss on your clit as he replaced his fingers with his erect cock that prodded your tight hole. “I need you inside me, Ani. My pussy has been so empty; missed you so much.” Your encouragement was the final push for him, with his head pushing into your tiny slit.

He was careful at first, making sure to enter slowly and deeply, feeling how good it felt to finally be inside you, a scream ripping itself from your throat, your nails scratching at the sheets beneath your body as you writhed and trembled underneath him. “You’re so tight, my dove. I can’t get enough of you. So beautiful.” He spoke softly, his voice strained with effort, and his eyes focused solely on your swollen opening as he thrust in and out of your body, your back arching against the mattress as he took your sweet pussy apart, splitting you on his dick.

His cock rubbed against your sensitive walls, hitting every part of your insides as he fucked you hard and fast. “I should’ve known you were so desperate for me the moment I came through the door. I could practically smell your desperation like a dog; guess I’m fucking you like a bitch though, aren’t I?” You whined as you gripped tightly to the sheets beneath you. His movements became faster and harder, hitting your most sensitive spot, his hands leaving your body and taking refuge tangled in your hair, pulling it as you let out a pleasured screech.

Your entire body shook violently with each stroke of his cock, gripping the sheet beneath you. His voice deepened as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. “Such a slut, you know that? Your pussy is so deep, she’s swallowing me whole. I missed her so bad and the way she clenched around my fat cock," he roared out, his orgasm rising as you came undone, your juices spurting as you gushed around him, clawing at his back and seemingly drawing blood. "Anakin," you sobbed as he pumped his cock faster, his hips stuttering as he came hard, his seed flooding deep inside you.

With an animalistic growl, he collapsed on top of you. His heavy breathing and harsh heartbeat filled your ears, his large body covering your smaller frame. “Once a slut, always a slut, but at least you’re mine," he muttered hoarsely, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply in your scent, a smile stretching across his face as he placed a wet kiss on your jawline, thrusting into you one last time, pushing his cum deep inside of you.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant, breed you like a little bitch, and let everybody know that this pussy belongs to me."

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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Lol headcanons for Douma and Akaza pregnant demon wives being besties? Like Akaza hated Douma but the wives are like best friends and often go get tea? Like headcanons

The idea of Akaza sat (absolutely fuming) watching his wife having fun with Doma's - both of you laughing and drinking tea like no ones business - all the while, Doma's sat next to him yapping away, genuinely makes me giggle.

Akaza sat there with a face of thunder while Doma's all smiles (≧▽≦) and the wives sat enjoying themselves

Also for those who haven't read the headcanons about the pregnant S/O's both can be found on my masterlist but for ease I've linked them HERE (akaza) and HERE (doma) and while you don't have to technically read them to read this set of headcanons, please give them a read if you want!

I'll be starting with Akaza's reaction first and end on Doma's (^ω^.)

P.S I will be adding more stuff to this later but where i am is currently going through a heat wave and its causing me to melt (T^T) so i'm not running at full capacity

Doma and Akaza's pregnant S/O's being friends - Headcanons:

While Akaza's happy for you (his wife) to have a friend - especially someone who understands on a physical and mental level what its' like being pregnant and is going through the same experiences you are (even if they do differ slightly) - he's just not happy that it's doma he has to hang around with on occasion...

Now, Doma's wife is lovely so Akaza has no problem with her - always respectable towards her (as usually) and she's always a delight to talk too

Plus she's your best friend so it's safe to say that Akaza's always welcoming with her

It's just Doma he has a problem with....

More so than usual..

Always having to tag along when his wife comes over for one of your daily catch-ups especially the further along the both of you are with the pregnancy...

And while akaza understands the need and want to be near his spouse, it had to be fucking doma that was your friends spouse

Your best friend (absolutely lovely) and Doma (her husband) is a combo he hates

Genuinely when its one of your tea "party" meet-ups, Akaza wants to pull his hair out and break Doma's face because he just doesn't shut up - like, at all - once he starts talking

You'd have thought he'd have built up a tolerance for Doma earlier - especially with upper moon meetings and all - but surprisingly he hadn't until now

75/100 Akaza's in protective husband mode

Greatly amused and very happy!

Happy that you - his pregnant wife - have a friend who's going through the same labor of growing a life form inside of you AND it being Akaza's kind wife

Honestly Doma didn't really care who your friends (and their spouses) were until hearing its your bestie and her husband Akaza

The it became a whole other ball game

A game which he absolutely makes the most out of it

Did try to butter-up your bestie to get info on Akaza (for blackmail) but all that happened was they became friends too - Now those two are the one's with all the gossip.... A scarily large amount of gossip...

You see his eyes light up with glee whenever a friend date's been organised cause he knows that Akaza's gonna be there with your friend - at least he's out of your hair for an hour or two even if poor Akaza's the one he's now annoying

God forbid you start making plans in front of him with your bestie

Much like an excited puppy he sits there patiently, listening, waiting for the time to strike to slip in a simple, "Oh why don't you just stay for dinner? Possibly even the night?" - you'd be surprised how many times he's suggested this

There's a 50/50 that he goes off to bother Akaza, ends up in a fight and gets being brought home by your bestie (and akaza) just because you haven't seen her in awhile (and he wanted to bother akaza..)

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avengerscompound · 3 years

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The Tower: Happily Ever After - 5

The Tower: Happily Ever After An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist | Character Refrence PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1601

Warnings: Pregnancy

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children. Yet things aren’t perfect. Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.

Chapter 5: Farewell to Our Old Life

It was kind of strange how little there was to organize for us regarding our move. There was packing, but we couldn’t exactly hire a moving truck so it needed to fit in bags that we could carry or it had to stay behind. That was difficult. We had had a long time to collect a lot of things we considered precious to us. The glass artwork that Thor and I had inadvertently made on our honeymoon was the thing I wished we could bring the most. It would stay in the fountain in the entry and hopefully, we’d come back sometimes and see it.

Thankfully, most of our things were fairly portable. We also wouldn’t need a lot of clothes because Asgard would provide things more fitting for the palace, and it’s not like we would need any furniture. Mostly it was just personal effects and tech that Tony wanted to use there.

Other than that it was just letting the doctors know I was leaving, pulling Marya out of school, and organizing the party.

It was still leaning on the stressful side though - especially considering we were still waiting to hear what the rest of the kids were going to do.

Even though Rose and Paul had appeared closest to deciding to come, it was Billy and Teddy who came back to us first with a yes. They had also said they wanted to do a bonding ceremony when we were there, which added another level of excitement and another level of stress.

Rose and Paul came next. They said that they would try it out and see. The concern about their children’s lifespan was a big issue for them, but Paul also said he’d be crazy to give up at least trying to live on Asgard as actual royalty.

As expected it was Eddie who took the longest to decide. He really did love his job, and I think even with his talk about having children, he, Lyra, and Rory were still right into the rich, young party lifestyle. He was worried about what they’d lose going to Asgard, rather than focusing on the things he might gain.

No one pressured him though. Any questions the three had were answered as honestly as we could and if we didn’t know we’d send word back to Asgard and Loki would come and give the answers they were looking for if at all possible. Eventually, he decided that he’d give it six months for us to settle and make sure things with Stark Industries and the Avengers was transitioning smoothly given our sudden departure, and then he and his family would join us there to try it out. He mentioned maybe doing six months on each planet or returning to Earth for a month or two every year, but we were all just glad he was willing to try it out, and his delayed departure from Earth was a good idea. He even promised to come and visit when his new siblings were born.

When our goodbye party began, the whole family was excited for this new chapter in our lives and sad to say goodbye to the last.

Many of our friends were elderly or had passed on, so the party was going to be a mixture of different people. Clarke was still around, though Jax had passed a few years ago. We’d lost Rhodey and Fury, though Hill was still running the day-to-day operations of the Avengers, even in her old age, and Coulson had retired after years as successfully being director of SHIELD. Vision was the same as ever, and people often came to him for direction when it came to the Avengers. Carol also hadn’t changed though she still spent more time in space than on Earth. A lot of the people we had met that had seemed so young when we met them, were all not officially middle-aged. Even Peter Parker who was only fifteen when I met him was now pushing fifty and had a wife and daughter of his own.

They would all be at the party, including a lot of the new Avengers lineup. Most of whom were much heavier hitters than any of us, even when we were wielding Mjolnir. It was definitely going to be sad to say goodbye.

“It’s going to be okay, you know?” Wanda said, snapping me out of my mini-trance as she ran a brush methodically through my hair.

“No, I know,” I said, tilting my head back.

“Then tell your brain that,” she teased.

I giggled and leaned up and pecked her lips. “I’m sorry. I would if I could. Just hormones I guess. Feeling stressed.”

“Well, stop it,” she scolded playfully. “It’s bad for the babies.”

She began to braid my hair and I hummed as her fingertips grazed over my scalp. “Imagine it though, Elly,” Wanda said. “All the kids nearby - the new babies.”

“You’re a baby-oholic,” I said, laughing softly.

“It’s true,” she says. “I am.”

She ran a hand around my side and pressed it on my stomach. “I can’t wait to meet them,” she said. “They already have such busy thoughts.”

I looked up at her and I’m not sure whether it was the look of pure and complete love in her eyes or the way the light caught in her hair, but I was struck by how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. She smiled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I love you too,” she said and picked up a strand of silver wire with black opal and threaded it into my hair. “All done.”

I stood carefully and straightened out the skirts on my blue lace cocktail dress. “How do I look?” I asked.

“Perfect as always,” she said. “Let's go say goodbye to our friends.”

We made our way down to the party deck where the party was only just starting up. Bruce, Steve, and Clint were all already there, but there was no sign of Tony, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Thor, or Bucky.

Some of our kids were there and their kids all played out in the garden atrium that was built on the protruding wing of the tower and the party deck opened out into. I greeted everyone and as I made my way around the room more people arrived.

Clarke came over and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and smiled, hugging her tightly. She had aged well, not as well as I had obviously, but while her face was lined and she was a little frailer looking, she had kept in good shape and she continued to color her hair. It would be easy to think she was in her early fifties rather than her mid-seventies. Her eyes were what gave it away. What had once been vivid violet had faded to pale lavender and were slightly cloudy. They were heavily lined at the corners, the years having carved deep crevices to mark each time she was happy or sad or angry or worried. It was still my Clarke though and I was going to miss her.

“I can’t believe you’re not going to be here when these two are born,” she said, indicating to my stomach as we pulled apart. She was one of the select group of people I would be totally fine with touching my stomach unasked - but she never assumed. “Where am I going to get my baby kisses from?”

I laughed and shook my head. “I guess you’ll have to visit me on Asgard.”

“You can do that?” She asked.

“I mean… I’m the Queen. I think I can pull some strings,” I teased.

She laughed. “God, thinking of you as a Queen is such a trip.”

“Hey Auntie Clarke,” Billy said, appearing behind us. “I haven’t seen you for a while.”

Clarke hugged him and looked around. “It’s been too long. Where are those kids of yours.”

“Come on, I’ll take you to them,” he looked over at me and narrowed his eyes. “You go sit down, mom. You know you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“I am taking it easy,” I argued, holding up my hands. “I’m just standing here.”

“Go on,” he said. “Don’t make me page Dad Tony.”

“Heaven forbid,” I laughed and he wrinkled his nose at me and led Clarke out to the atrium. I got myself a little plate of appetizers and a glass of punch and went and took a seat.

It wasn’t long until the whole room was teeming with people. The Avengers had gotten to be a rather large collection of people since the original six had been reluctantly dragged together all those years ago. Having so many of the people who meant so much to all of us here at the same time couldn’t help but make me think about how I’d first joined this group that would one day be my family.

All those years ago I had been a traumatized woman in her mid-twenties, just trying to get by. I didn’t have many good friends, because it took a lot for me to trust people. It took a superhero to get through and with her, so many other people flooded in after. I was so grateful to them, and so in love with each of them to this day. It would be hard letting this life of ours go, but it was inevitable. I still had my 9 chosen people though, and I always would. I was glad to be taking this next step with them at my side.

// NEXT

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Kenma, Kuroo and Nishinoya finding a pregnancy test

Request: mmmkay, so quarantines got me watching an unhealthy amount of anime, so could i please request kuroo, kenma, and nishinoya finding their fem SO pregnancy tests hidden in their shared bathroom? Thank you! love your writing i cant get enough!❤️❤️❤️ - anonymous

Another pregnancy request? YES PLEASE I LIVE FOR THESE. THEY WATER MY CROPS AND CLEAR MY SKIN. It don’t matter for which fandom it is, a pregnancy and/or domestic request is always a good one. If i get carried away it’s not my fault I can’t help it. Love yaa.💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff mainly, maybe some sprinkle of angst on Kenma’s but nothing major

Kozume Kenma

-You two have been living together for 3 years now.

-Being in a happy relationship since your third year of high school and then going to the same university, your lives were bound to one another.

-You weren’t married and it didn’t really bother you.

-Your friends would jokingly call you Mrs. Kozume and Kenma never denied it, he would usually just wrap an arm around your waist and bring you closer to him.

-So when you discussed kids it was a shocker.

- “I know we are not married and all, if you want to do that first that’s fine I have no problem with that it’s just that....have you seen how Hinata is with his little girl?”

-You had seen how happy Hinata was with his daughter.

-She was a few months old but he was so deeply in love with her.

-And you had seen how Kenma looked at them interact.

- “Okay let’s try, but no vlogging our journey or some shit!”

-You hadn’t seen him agree to something so fast in your life.

-That was about a year and a half ago.

-It has been a hectic ride and a disheartening one at that.

-You had a miscarriage earlier last year and after that you hadn’t managed to conceive again.

-At first you panicked, believing that after that misfortune something broke inside of you and you wouldn’t be able to have a child after all.

-But Kenma, being the calm one in your relationship, took you to a doctor who said that your body was just in shock and you would be able to carry a child.

- “Just give your body some time to rest.”

-It has been five months since that and now you are standing in the middle of your bathroom staring at the pregnancy test in your hands.

-Positive.

-You wanted to squeal and cry at the same time, maybe laugh a little.

-Kenma was setting up his computer to start a stream.

-One that he and 99.9% of his fans had requested to see you in.

-You had been in Kenma’s videos multiple times both on stream and on YouTube.

-Placing the pregnancy test in the cabinet near the sink you walked out and went to Kenma.

-You would tell him after this, give yourself time to control your excitement.

-The stream was going well, you were answering questions *some of them had been asked before but you answered none the less* and giggling along side Kenma as he started telling the story of your failed date at the zoo.

-A monkey had tried to take the flower that he had given you and it bit you in its attempts to take it.

-At some point Kenma got up and went to the bathroom and you were left alone with the fans showing them some of your favorite pictures.

-While you were enjoying the stream Kenma was having a heart attack.

-He had opened the cabinet to get some tissues you stored there and came face to face with the pregnancy test.

-The positive pregnancy test.

-You were pregnant? AND DIDN’T TELL HIM?

-What if it ended like the last pregnancy?

-Oh god he wouldn’t be able to pull out of there this time.

-Your laughter rang through the apartment and reached his ears, breaking his train of thought and bringing him back to reality.

-Walking slowly towards the room his saw you with your back turned towards the door talking to the camera at his fans.

-Right he was on a stream.

-It didn’t matter.

- “Y/N...this is real right?”

-Turning around you saw him in the doorway, head hanging low looking at the stick in his hands his hair framing his features completely.

- “Kenmaaaa I wanted it to be a surprise!!!”

-The chat was on fire as Kenma closed the distance between you hugging you tightly before he placed you in his lap and announced that you would be welcoming another Kozume in the world.

- “And no I won’t be vlogging anything!!!”

Kuroo Tetsuro

-He married you right after he finished university.

-You had known each other since your first year of high school but began dating during freshman year in university.

-Kuroo now an esteemed doctor loved calling you by his last name, it felt unreal.

-It didn’t long for him to start imagining an even more domesticated life with you.

-You worked at the same hospital as a nurse and you usually could be found in the kids ward.

-You were always great with kids, making the laugh and helping them stop crying.

-What did it for him was when you were helping at the new born section and you were cooing at a baby, looking so soft and happy holding the small human that he wanted to have a baby right then and there.

-He saw you again there helping a mother feed her baby and it felt just right.

-On the ride home he popped the question.

- “I saw you having fun in the new born isle today.”

- “Those babies are just too cute, Tetsu!!”

- “Yeah, seeing you got me thinking what our kids would look like.”

-He was trying to play it cool, but you saw right through him.

- “Real smooth Tetsu.”

-Little did he know though that you had already taken three pregnancy test this morning all coming out positive.

-You had left them on the bathroom counter because you were already late.

- ‘I need to hide them, make it a surprise.’

-The drive to your shared apartment was full of laughs and Kuroo’s poor sense of humor.

-It was dad jokes.

-He was practicing his dad jokes.

-Surprisingly he didn’t pressure you on the matter of kids.

- “We’ll talk about it later.”

-He had a small pout on his lips but he soon changed the subject.

-Arriving home you went to place the groceries but you didn’t balance them right and the milk carton fell on Kuroo.

-There was milk everywhere.

-On the floor, on Kuroo, some of it was on you, on the counter.

- “Way to go kitten....”

-He made his way to the bathroom to throw his clothes into the washer and wash his hands.

-Then he noticed the three sticks on the counter.

-Curiousity killed the cat.

-And Kuroo is cat.

-He has been a cat since high school.

-Looking at the sticks it took him some time to realize what they were.

-His eyes widened at the realization.

-Why didn’t you tell him???

-He was panicking ever so slightly, his breathing becoming erratic.

-Well he wanted to start a family with you didn’t he?

-After a few minutes of breathing exercises he still couldn’t decide if he should start jumping up and down from his giddiness or panic some more.

-You on the other hand had juts finished putting the things away and mopping the milk off the floor.

- “What is he doing in there?”

-You know how I said that you wanted your pregnancy to be a surprise?

-And how you wanted to hide the tests before he found them?

-Yeah you forgot and because you were dumb it took you some time to put two and two together.

-Sprinting to the bathroom you flung the door open coming face to face with a wide eyes Kuroo holding the test in his hands.

- “Surprise?”

-He looked at you, opening his mouth and then closing it not being able to find the right words.

-Then he was hugging you.

-He was lifting you off the ground and laughing/sobbing in your ear.

- “Thank you thank you thank you thank you.”

-Now you were sobbing too.

-The rest of the night was spent with you on the couch surrounded by blankets and snacks, while Kuroo did everything.

-He made dinner, he helped you undress and put on your PJs, all in all he wouldn’t let you lift a finger.

-He’s just so damn happy he can barely contain it.

-Next day at the hospital he was bragging to everyone and their mothers about your pregnancy.

Nishinoya Yuu

-Em he’s baby?

-Like literally.

-Living with him is like living with a five year old.

-And god forbid Tanaka comes to visit.

-Now you’re babysitting two five year olds.

-Anyways.

-Noya our sweet sweet libero here, wanted to marry you since high school.

-He even proposed while you two were in your third year.

-They had just won a very difficult game and he was on cloud 9.

-You had gone down to congradulate them on their win and give a few victory smooches to your boyfriend when you were tackled to the floor by a very sweaty Noya.

- “Y/N BABY DID YOU SEE ME????”

- “Yes I did, babe.”

- “I’M SO HAPPY I COULD MARRY YOU RIGHT NOW!”

-Awkward silence.

-He didn’t even look sorry after he said it.

-It didn’t sound like it slipped either.

- “What I am going to marry you so why don’t we do it now?”

-Fast forward five years and he truly kept his promise.

-You two share a nice apartment and are living a happy life.

-Not a peaceful one.

-Peace is not an option with Noya.

-Come on...

-You two hadn’t really talked about children but you knew he was great with kids.

-You saw how he got whenever your nephew and niece came to visit.

-He would be so playful with them but simultaneously protective and careful which was surprising because well he was Nishinoya.

-So when you started feeling sick one morning your first thought was to take a pregnancy test.

-You see Noya em likes to feel free....if you know you know.

-When the test came out positive you were both excited and nervous.

-What if he didn’t want kids?

-What if he left?

-Noya would never leave you and he would insist you went through every difficult situation together as team but you weren’t in the best state of mind at the moment.

-You were drawn out of your thoughts when his voice rang through the apartment.

- “Babe, Tanaka is here could you get the door?”

-Leaving everything as it was in the bathroom you went to open the door.

-your brain was running on autopilot.

-You had no brain cells to spare at the moment okay??

- “Heyyyyy Y/N how are you?????”

-And so the game night the two of them had planned began.

-You were making dinner waiting for Tanaka’s girlfriend to arrive so you can talk about your little revelation.

-And yes Tanaka has a girlfriend who is indeed Kiyoko.

-As you were cutting some vegetables, Tanaka stood up and went to the bathroom and at the same moment the door bell rang.

-Not even two seconds passed before you heard screeching form the bathroom.

-You had opened the door and were greeting Kiyoko when you remembered the state you left the bathroom in.

- “YUU HOLY SHIT WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU BASTARD?”

- “TELL YOU WHAT YOU IDIOT?”

- “THAT YOU’RE A DAD WHAT ELSE?”

-Le silence.

-Kiyoko was looking from your stomach to the pregnancy test Tanaka had thrown at Nishinoya.

- “I’M A WHAT???????????”

-Chaos ensued.

-Noya was talking frantically with you and asking you about when you found out, why you didn’t tell him etc while Tanaka was being scolded by Kiyoko for ruining your surprise.

-It was a very eventful night to say the least.

-But a happy one nonetheless.

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Kat Tamin NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: Language, Smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s good with a bit of cuddling afterwards, but only for a bit. After a while, her brain just goes, “Okay, what’s next?”. She’ll talk about what just happened, what you liked or didn’t like, if you enjoyed yourself. She’ll offer you a drink or a snack or a shower if you’re at her apartment. She doesn’t mind if you stay the night, even when you’re just a one night stand. She’ll make you breakfast in the morning then send you home. If she’s at yours, and she’s not staying the night, she’ll give you like twenty minutes of cuddling before calling an Uber to go home.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Man or woman, Kat loves an ass. She loves when you wear tight pants or underwear that showcases what you’re working with. She loves grabbing it, biting it, slapping it. She loves holding onto it when you’re fucking her, leaving fingerprints and nail marks on you.

You love her neck. She has a sensitive spot right under her ear that if you suck on, she’s instantly wet beyond belief. You love to mark it as your own, with lipstick, with your teeth. You love seeing them the next morning, a reminder of your love.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kat loves cum, especially in her mouth; that special nectar that is you. She loves to go down on you, and when you cum, she makes sure a drop isn’t spilled. She’ll swallow everything you have, then kiss you, make you taste yourself on her tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She feels like a bad feminist, but sometimes she just wants to be absolutely railed by a guy. She wants that total lack of control. She wants to be used as a fuck toy, with no concern about her pleasure. She wants to be fucked over and over until she can barely keep her eyes open, covered in cum.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She definitely knows what she’s doing. She may not have a lot of experience with long term relationships, but she’s had quite a few casual relationships. She’s more experienced with women, but she’s had a few male friends-with-benefits situations.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

She loves 69ing, because it brings out her competitive side. She loves it when she’s going down on you, and you have to keep stopping what you’re doing to moan or gasp. She’s determined to make you cum first, and you usually do, with a big groan into her pussy, which usually sends her over the edge.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s more serious in the beginning, not wanting to make a wrong move or say something stupid. Once you’re comfortable, that’s when she gets more silly. She’ll laugh at the noises or the little oops that happen naturally during sex.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kat can be very romantic if that’s what you want. She can go slow, making sure to touch every inch of you, take her time to worship you. She’ll say how beautiful you are, how much she loves you; kiss you soft and sweet while you’re fucking.

J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)

After a long, stressful day, she just wants to relax, turn her brain off. Sure, you making her cum would be nice, but sometimes she just wants to use her vibrator and go to sleep, without having to worry about anyone else.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has a pegging kink. It’s not something she’s explored much, she hasn’t found a guy willing to do it, but she thinks about it a lot. Sometimes, a guy will give her the go ahead to use a finger or two, and she gets so excited. Something about the taboo of it, the total submission of a guy under her, makes her so fucking wet.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Her favourite place is at home, in her own bed. She doesn’t have to worry about roommates, or what your bathroom is like. She likes the familiar surroundings so she can focus totally on you, not whether you’ll be mad when she leaves.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you’ve just met, a good back and forth conversation gets her interested in you. She’s attracted to people with good vibes and a good sense of humour. If all those things are combined, she’ll go home with you.

She loves a strip tease from you, the slow reveal of skin, bonus points if you’re not wearing any underwear. The confident smile of you waiting for her to come home from work, already wearing sexy lingerie is an instant turn on. She loves someone who knows what they want, especially sex.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Since working at SVU, non-con or dub-con is an absolute no. Even if you ask her to take you against your will in a kink scene, she won’t. If a “no” slips out of your mouth, even if you’re just playing, it’s an instant stop. If either of you has had a few drinks, or smoked a bit of weed, she’s reluctant to fuck you. She’d rather just make out for a while, just in case you’re not as in control as you think.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Her head game is immaculate. Guys, girls, it doesn’t matter, her tongue knows exactly what to do and where to go. It may be sloppy sometimes, but it feels so fucking good. As mentioned, she loves drinking cum, draining you dry. After a few rounds, it’s her turn: usually with her riding your face, hands in your hair.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She doesn’t have a preference, likes to decide in the moment. She seems to know exactly what you need/want, and on the rare occasion she gets it wrong, she’s quick to adjust.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s game for quickies, even if you don’t get to do it often, but she’d rather take her time with you, so you can each cum a few times. Sometimes when you’re out in public, she’ll give you a Look, and you know you have to find a private bathroom stall, and quick. She’ll use one hand to pleasure you, the other pressed to your mouth to stifle your groans, a whisper in your ear to be quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s still young, so she may not know what she likes, so she’s all for experimentation in kinks. She wants to explore what makes you feel good, too.

If she’s sleeping with a guy, risk is a no-go. She has an IUD but still makes you wear a condom. She always asks if you’re clean before fucking you the first time. She has no time for STDs or God forbid, a pregnancy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If she’s with a woman, she can go for hours, especially if she doesn’t have to work the next day. Most of that time is spent on you, making you cum over and over until you have to push her away because you can’t take anymore. If you’re too exhausted by then, she’ll use your body to get off: your thigh makes an excellent substitute.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has a vibrator and a couple straps. The vibrator is more for herself than you, but if you have your own, she’ll use it. Her straps are high-quality, in a variety of sizes, and she loves to use them. She loves fucking you with them, making you deep-throat her cock. As mentioned, she wants to peg, so she has a few plugs just in case the situation arrives.

She’s cool with you using straps on her, too. She loves riding a cock, and you love the look on her face when it hits her just right, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s a Service Top, first and foremost. Your pleasure is her pleasure, so she doesn’t like to tease. She’d rather make you cum over and over until you’re so sensitive, you can’t be touched.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s more on the quiet side, she’d rather it be you making the noise. She’ll praise you, tell you how pretty you look with her fingers in you, how good you taste. She lets out quiet gasps and curses while you fuck her. If you’re fucking her hard enough, she’ll start speaking in Arabic. You have no idea what she says but it just spurns you on even further. When she cums, it’s usually with a quiet groan of your name.

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

She has a bit of an exhibition kink, even though she knows she’s the last person who should be doing it. Locked bathroom stalls, private offices, the gym locker room, the darkness of a cab’s backseat, are all fair game. Her favourite thing to do is to get a hotel room with a big window or balcony and fuck you, hoping passerby's can see and hear you when you cum.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We know she’s got a boxer's body, all plains and hard edges. Her whole body is pure toned muscles, with a glorious set of abs you love to lick. She likes to keep herself tidy and trimmed, but not bare. Waxing is very low on her priority list, and if you can’t deal with a bit of hair, she knows you’re not the one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Probably a couple times a week, depending on if you both have the time, and if you’ve had a long day or not. Weekends and days off are when you make up for what you missed during the week, with a couple rounds in the morning and at night. If Kat wants to do it, but you don’t, she’s happy to take care of it herself, and you do her the same courtesy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You always fall asleep first, no matter how much or how little sex you’ve had. You usually fall asleep in her arms, but once you’re out, she moves so she can sleep comfortably, with a bit of space between you.

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heyheshi · 4 years

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“We might be pregnant.”

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written and uploaded: July 11, 2020

🦋 - fluff

🌙 - angst...?

💎 - a hint of smut...?

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The last three weeks have been absolutely divine! Harry managed to convince you about closing your clinic earlier than usual, he said and you quote, "the babies are gonna be safe with their parents, lovie", so that's what you did, you closed your clinic early for the Christmas Season and told your patients that you're just a call away.

You managed to snag a couple of Christmas Gifts for your husband and for both of your families. You were never a fan of late shopping but after the fight you and H had, you've been nothing but inseparable. Always tied on each other's hips and always wanting to feel one another's presence.

Both of your families drove at your house during the 23rd, wanting to spend Christmas Eve together. All you can hear are the joyous laughter and love for one another and you can tell that Harry is savoring every moment for when he leaves for his tour.

You both agreed on visiting him often and staying with him for a month before you go back to your job for another month then visit him again. It will be a tiring process especially for you but it was the best you both can come up with. It was a compromise the two of you can work with and it will be all worth it in the end.

Harry talked about his excitement about his upcoming tour with your families. Everyone spent time with one another but you can tell that Harry enjoyed it the most. Your families stayed for a week, leaving on the 30th.

He's been spending time with the kids the most. With your sister having a newborn and Gem being pregnant for the 3rd time, he caught a glimpse of what it's like being a father. You would often catch him staring at you while holding the kids and it made you smile. You can't wait for the time when Harry is holding your own child but you've talked about not trying until after his tour.

It wasn't Harry's fault though. You never really thought about having an irregular menstrual cycle and was never really bothered by it before the marriage but now it was all that's in your mind. H taught you to love yourself and your body though. He was so understanding of everything which makes your heart burst every single time.

You've been eating more than usual and you always feel bloated. You told Harry that one-night whistle your families were there but he only told you that you still looked beautiful. You have never been a stress drinker though you still drink on occasions, you are more the stress eater type of person.

You've been very stressed about hosting your families for Christmas and hosting the upcoming New Year Party, and the fact that you might not fit in the dress you bought for that event adds to the fire. Harry understood and tried to help you with everything he can to lessen your stress. He once joked about opening your clinic to stress you more so you'll cook more food for him to munch into.

---

It was 30 minutes before midnight. Your friends were scattered around your house, talking and laughing and drinking and catching up with one another while you, however, tried being the best host as much as you can.

On occasions like this, you'd like to at least have a drink on your system but you couldn't risk messing something up, you are a strong believer of the saying, "what you do on the 1st day of the year, will be what you're doing for the rest of the year", so if you are crying on new year then you'll be crying for the year but if you're laughing during the new year, then your year would be filled with happiness, plus you managed to fit in your dress! God forbid you staining it and having to deal with staining your clothes for the whole year.

You haven't seen Harry since Zayn arrived, you figured that the lads have been catching up and the thought made you smile, but right now you really need his help. You're running out of cupcakes, and you don't know what to do!

Someone snaked their hands from your behind and you're startled by it until you smelled the perfume you know by heart and saw the familiar tattoos on the person's arms. You couldn't help but lean back to relax a bit and laced your fingers with your husband.

"What got you so stressed bunny? I can see your frown from the living room. Know I hate seeing you frown baby.", Harry said into your ears that sent chills down your spine. There was no loud music but you're sure that the voices in your house would beat the sound if there was one.

"We're running out of cupcakes! I think it was me, it's all I've been consuming since our guests arrived!", you sighed after you said that but your husband only laughed and turned you to him.

He smiled widely at you. "You're really cute baby.", then bopped your nose with his. "I got us covered angel, there are spare cupcakes in our room."

"H! Why are there cupcakes in our room?!", you couldn't help but laugh at it though.

"Because the tables were full and I don't know where to put it and our guests were arriving so I just put it on the first place that comes into my mind!", H tried to reason you but you were already laughing at him. He pouted at you but couldn't help but laugh along at the situation, he loves hearing your laugh!

"Okay okay baby H, let's get the cupcakes here, yeah?"

"Did you just called me Baby H? Hmm?", he playfully asked you, "We both know that you're not calling me that when we're alone.", he whispered to your ear hotly and you felt your stomach drop. "Why don't we try that theory of yours baby girl? Let's find out if we're really going to have sex every single day if we do it on new year.", he sounds so hot and you're so flustered, and that's when he laughed.

"Gotcha baby! Payback for laughing at me!", the crinkles on the side of his eyes appeared while cackling, he's even patting his knees while doing so courtesy on how much he found the situation funny and you can't help but admire him and laugh along instead of being annoyed with him.

"Oi oi what you laughing about love birds?!", Louis smiled at the both of you while entering the kitchen.

"Nothing Lou, H is just being dramatic.", you said as Louis rounded the table to inspect the food and his eyes landed on the single cupcake at the plate.

Harry noticed, "Mate were just about to get more cupcakes, you can have it."

"Thanks man. And great party you two!", and with that, Lou sauntered out of the kitchen with the cupcake in his hand.

"Guess we really do have to get the cupcakes down now, huh?", you playfully asked your husband as he intertwined your fingers and pulled you upstairs to get the other boxes of cupcakes.

After the party, you really did test the theory of yours. You made love for the first time of the year, before he leaves for his tour tomorrow night.

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Harry has been away for the past few weeks. You never really paid attention to the changes of your body, but your abdomen seems to have a bit bump to it but you're not even on your period. You really don't want to get your hopes up that you're ovulating for the month, your husband is not there anyways.

You used to hate getting your periods when you were still a teen up until your early to mid-twenties, dread for it actually, but now, all you wanted was for your period to greet you even in the most inconvenient times!

You're eating more, but you don't have any weird cravings since you eat almost everything - you're not a picky eater so it was so easy for Harry to take you out on dates and not worry about you not going to like the restaurants he picks at the start of your relationship - so you pass that as your stress. Stress on your job and missing your husband.

But then you started feeling nauseated all the time. It wasn't every morning after you wake up, it's actually in the afternoon. You thought that maybe it was your eyes again. You refuse to wear glasses and contacts even though you're mostly looking at the computer screen so you didn't bother much about it until one day at the grocery store.

"You're glowing, Doc! Early stages of pregnancy don't really look great on everyone but you pull it off!", Mrs. Green, the mother of your patient, said as you bumped into her while running some errands.

You blushed at the thought, "no, I- I'm actually not um pregnant.", you stuttered.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just thought..."

"It's alright, probably just the weather outside!", you talked to her for a couple more minutes before she has to go but during your conversation, you couldn't help but think about it.

Can you really be pregnant?

And with that question lingering on your mind, you went to the pharmacy of the story and bought more pregnancy tests than necessary.

You graduated with a Ph.D.! How come you never thought about this! Yet again, you and H never really talked much about pregnancy either so it wasn't the first thing that came to your mind.

Never in your life you'd have thought that you'll be drinking this much liters of water in a span of an hour. Numerous pregnancy tests wrappers on the small bin on your bathroom along with more than 10 pregnancy tests on your bathroom counter but never once you had peaked on any of it. You just couldn't do it.

You left the bathroom an hour ago and you're sure that every single pregnancy test results are done now.

You're so excited but scared at the same time. You know that Harry would be really ecstatic if he's here but he's just starting his tour, you don't know how he'll react but at the same time, if you're really pregnant then it wouldn't take long for him to accept it.

But you're more scared that those tests may come all negative. You got your hopes really high now and you're really wishing that you're carrying Harry's child. If the tests are negative then Harry wouldn't need to know that this ever happened, but you sure as hell would be really down and disappointed.

You decided to go to the bathroom to finally face your fears. You stood outside of the bathroom door and counted the pregnancy tests on the counter. 15. You don't know what to expect but you pray to God to give you strength no matter what the results say.

You slowly walked inside and looked at the first test. Negative, and boy did it disappointed you more than getting an 88 on your test when you were still in college.

The next pregnancy test came out positive. You froze, one negative and one positive equals negative, so you need more proof.

The third one came positive yet again. You still didn't believe it and look at the next test.

Positive. 3 positive and one negative. You're slowly starting to smile.

The next was another positive. You feel like you couldn't breathe so you look at the next one.

Negative. And there it goes again. All your hopes and dreams crushed. 4 positives and 2 negatives.

The next came out as positive, negative, positive, positive, positive, positive, positive, positive, and the last one was again, positive.

With each look at the pregnancy test, you couldn't help but cry. 3 negative tests and 12 positive tests. This is it, you're really pregnant. After years of trying.

You cried of happy tears and for the first time in your life, you put your hands on your tummy with so much care and look at it with so much adoration. "Are you really there, baby?", you continued to sniffle. "Gosh, I love you so much already. Daddy will be so happy. We get to see him in the next few days!", with that you wiped your tears and looked at the mirror to admire your body.

You took your first body picture as pregnant in front of your huge mirror in your walk-in closet and went to pack for your one month visit to your husband.

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The plane landed a couple of minutes ago and you're on your way to Harry's hotel to drop off your things and go to the arena where he's performing. During the ride it made you think that about how you're not really sure if you're pregnant. You need to get an ultrasound to make sure but you also remembered that Harry would have loved to attend the first time you went to the doctors so you didn't think much about it.

You arrived at the arena after dropping and changing your clothes at the hotel. Harry was having a soundcheck so when he took a break and went backstage to change his shirt, he was so surprised to see you there. He thought you wouldn't be coming until two days before his birthday.

He ran up to you and almost crushed you. You being really cautious, put your arms to shield your tummy before he reaches you. H didn't notice what you did since he missed you so much and just wanted to hold you. When you felt like its safe to remove your arms, you hugged him back and swayed the both of you side to side. His head was in the crook of your neck and is pressing multiple kisses to your skin.

"Missed you so much. Though you're not gonna be here until the day after tomorrow.", he mumbled on your neck still hugging you tight.

"Jeff helped me with everything. Missed you so much more handsome.", then you kissed for the first time after being away for the last 3 weeks.

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It was his birthday. You brought him presents and celebrated really early with him before you both have to leave for his soundcheck. You never would have thought that you're going give him another gift. You were going to wait until Valentine's day to tell him that you might be pregnant but things don't always happen as you please.

Harry saw a pregnancy test laying around his dressing room earlier, it was positive. He thought it might be Sarah's since she and Mitch have been planning on starting a family after this tour, much like you and him, so he didn't dig further to it, as a respect to his friends' privacy.

You weren't acting weird, only when you threw up after lunch, he thought your stomach wasn't used to the food so he let it slide and just made sure you were okay, in which you replied to as "just probably ate a lot". Then it was time for a few shots and a cake before he went to the stage. He's dressed and ready to go, 20 minutes before his last call. Everybody was having a shot and greeting your husband but you stuck to your water and 2 big pieces of cake.

Harry thought you were just hungry since you emptied your stomach earlier so he let it slide again but when you refused a drink, he couldn't help but pulled you to the side and ask.

"What's up with you baby? You sick my love?", he looks so concerned and you found it really cute so you pecked his lips. Hormones.

"I'm not, just really hungry.", you smiled at him. You're good with lying and you get away most of the time with it but not with your husband. No matter how good you are with it, he knows you better than anyone else.

"You refused my drink babes, it's my birthday", he pouted, "it's an occasion my love."

"I know H, I'm sorry, I couldn't drink, I really don't want to.", you tried to reason him but he wasn't having it.

"Don't lie, baby, I know you. Please tell me what's wrong pretty girl.", he took your hands and kissed your knuckles.

"There's nothing wrong with me, I promise. Go on, enjoy you-"

"Harry, 5 minutes!", Jeff yelled signaling Harry to get ready.

"Y/N just tell me. I'm worried, please baby. I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. You're acting really strange and yo-"

"Pregnant.", you whispered.

"Come again?"

"We might be pregnant.", you said in a whisper while slowly meeting your husband's eyes.

"You're what?!", he's jumping on the balls of his feet now.

"Yeah, I might be pregnant.", you looked down, feeling disappointed. This isn't the reaction you were hoping to receive and it made your eyes water.

"How sure are you?", Harry asked in a strained voice. "12 positive tests and 3 negatives...", you said not meeting his eyes even though you can tell that he's looking at your figure.

Then Harry forced you to look at him, cradling your face with his hands. His eyes were so wide and green, blown pupils and you can see the tears starting to form in his waterline. "Are you really?", his voice breaks in the middle. You only nod your head.

With that, he kissed you, passionately. He didn't care that Jeff was yelling at him to go to the stage and that his fellow bandmates are stalling different tunes just for him. He kissed you like his life depend on it until he pulled back and dropped to his knees and lifted up your shirt.

"Can you hear me my love?", he whispered to your small tummy and you couldn't help but tangle your right hand with his hair, not caring if you messed it up, while your other hand is clamping your mouth. You're crying so much. "I love you bubs, daddy loves you so much.", Harry met your eyes and smiled at you.

"Both of you wait for me here, okay?", he stands up slowly while bringing your shirt down. "Eat as much as you please and I'll have some guards near you and give you a seat in here, mkay?", he looks so happy.

"Okay H. But we're not totally sure yet. I only told you, wasn't planning on it until the 14th s-"

"Then we'll go to the doctors first thing in the morning okay? Gotta take care of you more now, the both of you", you smiled at his concern.

"If that's what you want then. But for now, go and please the world.", you slowly pushed him off you.

He kissed you one more time before jogging backwards to the stage while yelling "I love you."

That night he performed with all of his energy and everyone can notice the change in his demeanor. To some, it's probably because it's his birthday but to both of you, there's a different reason behind it.

During the middle of his concert, you saw him whispered to his bandmates and everyone nodded.

“I'm going to sing another song I wrote a couple years ago. This is not on the setlist but tonight I'm making an exception since this is probably one of the best nights of my life.", the crowds cheered for him, "please if you have your phones, open your torches and bring it up in the air. I'm singing without a mic so please be quiet.", the crowds cheered grew louder then he winked at you from the side stage.

"This is Sweet Creature."

And with that, you know that whatever the future holds for the two of you, you'll be facing it together with your small family. You'll be now taking care of your own baby aside from your patients in a mere 33 weeks!

But maybe not "small family” after all, when you find out that you'll be having twins. And you'll have to compromise again about visiting him on tour with the babies on the way but there's nothing in the world you'd want to trade it with.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years

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BTS Reaction: You’re their best friend and are pregnant

When you announced your pregnancy to the boys you thought the whole apartment complex was going to crumble to the ground.

Hoseok and Jin both immediately stood up and started screaming, jumping around and happily dancing. Namjoon just sat there with a fond smile on his face, and you know you heard him quietly mumble that now all the baby shoes that were in his studio could be put to good use. Jungkook just started crying from happiness and excitement, while Jimin was stomping his feet and flailing his arms, shouting and giggling happily and immediately giving you ideas for baby names. And no he didn’t mention Jimin just because it’s his name. He just happens to think it’s a cute name, that’s all. Yoongi was sitting there quietly watching all of the chaos unfold, shaking his head and trying to look annoyed but you would never miss the ghost of a smile on his face.

Taehyung jumped up and nearly tackled you to the floor with the force of his hug.

“This is so exciting! Y/n please make me the baby’s godfather. I will take the best care of this little peanut if God forbid anything happens to you. Heck I’ll do it anyway. Uncle Taetae will take good care of the both of you!”

“Um, excuse me, who says you get to the baby’s god father?” Jimin pokes his cheek with an accusatory look on his face.

“Clearly I am the best candidate, I love kids!”

“You might love them but that doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t, too!”

“Yeah, maybe I want to be the baby’s god father!” Jin chimes in.

“Or me too! I’m more emotionally stable than all of you.” Hoseok argues.

“But I love kids the most!” Taehyung stands from your side and walks over to argue with the others. You watch them bicker back and forth with one another before you flop down on he couch between Namjoon and Yoongi.

“If I would have known me announcing my pregnancy was going to cause this type of chaos I wouldn’t have told you all until I couldn’t hide my baby bump anymore.” Yoongi’s eyes widen slightly at that.

“What do you mean ‘anymore’? How far along are you?”

“Hmm.. almost 4 months now.”

“4 months?! Ah is that why you’ve been asking to borrow my sweaters and shirts so much?” Jungkook asks. He had moved over to sit on the coffee table in front of you after he collected himself and his sniffles died down.

“Yes.. I wanted to wear baggier clothes so you wouldn’t notice. And your clothes are just so comfy and big!”

“Well, consider my closet also yours then. You can wear anything you want of mine!”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You’re really sweet you know?”

“You’re right. I am. Which is why you should definitely make me the baby’s godfather.”

“Oh, Kook not you too.” You groan and throw your head back against the top of the couch.

Taehyung has Jimin tackled onto the ground at this point and is mercilessly tickling his sides.

“Say I’d be a better god father than you!”

“Ne-Never!” He huffs out in between giggles.

“That’s it. Yoongi and Namjoon get to be the baby’s godparents since you all are acting so foolishly.”

“Ha! In your faces!” Yoongi sticks his tongue out at them and Namjoon laughs.

“Very mature, hyung.”

“What? Y/n no! That’s not fair don’t be like that. I’m sorry!” Taehyung moves away from Jimin and scoots closer to you, looking at you with wide puppy eyes.

“Ah don’t do that, Tae. You know I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”

“Exactly my point.”

“Okay how about we just say, all of you are the baby’s godfather. Or uncles. Whatever you want. You don’t have to put a title on it. You all already know you’re the most important people in my life and you mean the world to me.”

“Ah, y/n don’t say stuff like that or you’re going to make Jungkook cry again.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, Jin. You sound like you’re about two seconds away from bursting into tears yourself. I heard your voice crack.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at the two of them.

“I think what they meant to say is. Thank you, y/n. We are honored we mean this much to you and won’t let you down. Promise.” Jungkook and Jin look away sheepishly before turning their smiles on you.

“Yes. All of that. We love you. And we’ll always be here for you through everything. We’re like our own little family unit and the fact that we are growing to be nine is just so exciting!” Jungkook is beaming at you as he says this and it makes a few tears leak out of your eyes. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

“Um.. y/n?”

“Yes, Jimin?”

“If it’s okay with you can I touch your belly? I bet your bump is adorable and I just want to feel the baby, please?”

“Sure. But it’s still a bit early you might not feel any kicks or anything.”

“That’s okay. I just want to let the little one know that I’m here.” He reaches his hand out and rests it on your stomach and it’s then with your shirt pressed against you that the boys can see your little bump.

“Oh my gosh you look so cute!” Hoseok squeals. He places his hand next to Jimin’s and soon all the boys are taking turns resting a hand on your stomach and saying a few sweet words to your baby. This time you do start crying.

“You all are too kind and sweet to me I swear.”

“Nope. This is just exactly how you should be treated. We all will always be here for you, no matter what. Through anything. We’re a family. And nothing will ever change that.” You feel more tears at Namjoon’s words and suddenly you are enveloped in a group hug by all the boys. It’s in this moment all of your worries about being a parent go right out the window. You glance down fondly at your stomach and think that you and your baby are going to be just fine.

#bts reaction #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts #kim namjoon #rm #kim seokjin #jin #min yoongi #suga #park jimin #kim taehyung #v #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook

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ellana-ravenwood · 5 years

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“What it means to be a big brother” - by Damian Wayne (Batfam x Fem!Reader)

I wanted to write a story with Damian as an older brother, and how he came to learn what it meant to…well, basically the title haha. And since quite a few of you lately asked for more Thomas, here we are. I hope you will like it :

My master list : @ella-ravenwood-archives . Links to stories where Thomas appears (for those who do not know who he is) in the author’s notes at the end of the story.

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Right there, with his new little brother in his arms, standing in front of his family...Damian didn't dare to move an inch.

There wasn't a muscle in his body that wasn't tense.

In this exact position, things were going well, so he wasn't about to move. Staying like this forever sounded more and more like a good plan.

Because if he did move…There was a chance he’d drop him.

"You don't have to be so stiff you know ?"

Tim said, amused.

He was the one that was holding the baby just a few minutes ago, and was clearly not as stressed as Damian about it. He was also the one that laid little Thomas in his brother’s arms, and therefor was the cause of the “full body lockdown” Damian was going through.

Slowly, Damian turned his head towards Tim (he couldn't move too fast, because there was a risk he'd drop the baby !) and said through gritted teeth :

"Yes I do. If I don't, I might drop him !"

The word “drop” was resonating in Damian’s head, and it was the only thing he could think about.

Drop. Drop. Drop drop drop drop.

It was starting to lose it’s meaning, and only the fact that it would be terrible if he “dropped” something stayed in the boy’s head.

But then the baby moved, and Damian looked down instinctively.

His eyes fell upon his new little brother’s face and...He felt his heart drop.

What was this feeling ? Why, all of a sudden, did he feel overwhelmed and full of...something ? An emotion he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

It kinda made him want to cry.

His eyes glued to the little body in his arms, trying to understand this intense surge of emotions, he finally raised his head after a few seconds and said, a hint of disbelief in his voice :

“I’m-I’m a big brother.”

And boom. There it was.

Up until now, you had managed to keep your cool, looking at your sons and daughter holding Thomas in turn, and beaming at him happily.

But here, that bewildered look on Damian’s face, and that smile he probably didn’t even notice he had on, was a little too much for your heart.

Damian was the one you were most worried about, when it came to meet baby Thomas. You weren’t sure how he’d react.

All along your pregnancy he was doing fine, and seemed excited about the prospect to have a new brother. But at times, when nobody was looking at him, you noticed the worried look in his eyes, and it frustrated you to no end to not be able to know for sure what your son was thinking.

You’ve always been good at deciphering the Waynes’ emotions, sometimes even better than them themselves. But in that case...You couldn’t quite put your finger on what kind of worries were assaulting your boy.

Was he afraid you’d love his little brother more ? Or that he wouldn’t be the “baby” anymore ? Maybe afraid not to be a good enough role model ? Or to simply to not find a way to bond with him ?

So many questions, and no answers.

Maybe it was a mix of all of that. But you just couldn’t decide. And it was an immense source of stress for you.

But here, right now, as you witnessed Damian smiling widely and whispering “Im a big brother”, your own worries suddenly vanished.

You turned to your husband who was right next to you, and put your head against his chest, muffling a "awwwww" sound that you feared might put Damian on the defensive. Instinctively, Bruce wrapped his arms around you (this called for some “I know, I know they’re cute” support).

God forbid anyone would catch your little buddy being so sweet. Haha. He hated when you called him that.

Sweet.

But he truly was ? He just didn't know it yet.

You were sure no one ever told him he was "sweet".

But he had all this little attentions for you, his father or siblings.

He might think of it as nothing, but you all noticed. You noticed all the drawings he’d left in strategic points for all of you. Or how meticulous he was in preparing pop corn or hot chocolate for movie nights. Little things, that when added, became grand.

You noticed everything. All of you.

Most importantly, you noticed the big changes in him.

Damian was 12 now.

He came into your life two years ago and, after quite a while of him refusing this little family his father made for himself, and making life difficult for everyone…He came around. He understood.

And you never blamed him for being difficult at first, on the contrary. You were the most understanding of them all, scolding your kids or Bruce himself, when they were too unforgiving or frustrated too fast !

It was a team work, to make Damian feel like he was finally home.

Feel like he was amongst his family.

Like Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass were his siblings, and although you weren’t his biological mother, you saw him as your own son too.

It was a learning experience for everyone.

Bruce did a great job at being patient, and teaching him about his own values and such. Forgiving him when he took the wrong decision, all the while still being strict. It was a balance of understanding, softness, forgiveness, and yet still putting important boundaries. Damian never really experienced any of this...

Your kids had some practice at being older brothers, and only Tim needed an acclimating moments...But he was a fast learner. After the first initial bad meeting, they became close. Although of course, they still bickered from times to times. After all, they were little/big brothers. Everything couldn’t always be perfect. Life wasn’t like that.

As you looked at Damian and Thomas, you wondered...Would Damian, just like his siblings, find his own way to become a big brother ? How would he proceed ? He had, after all, a lot of role model for this. But would he decide to take the same approach ?

The future was more unknown than ever, but as you looked at your family surrounding you, and this new beaming little life that entered yours, you had quite the high hopes.

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"July 15th 20?? (I’m not putting an exact year cause ya know, it wouldn’t stay accurate). Thomas : three days old.

I am starting this logbook to understand. I got the idea from Grayson, whom I think got the idea from mom ? I always see him write in that journal of his. I think when he was younger, after he lost his parents and just started to live with father and mom, she suggested to him to write his feelings down. And so he started journaling. He has a bunch of filled notebooks in his room. I saw them a few times, but I never looked. Mom says it’s his thoughts, I would never intrude (okay maybe I “intruded” once. Or twice.).

That’s not the point of this anyway. According to both him and mom, writing down their feelings help a lot. So I asked Grayson if he could give me a blank notebooks, since he always has some in advance. He gave me a stupid bright pink one that sparkles and light up in the dark...But oh whatever, at least like that, nobody will know it’s mine, and will open it.

Now, what is the point of this exactly. Laying it out is suppose to help so, here goes nothing : in this logbook, I am planing to “write down my feelings” so I can understand. I’ve never felt that way before. Love is very new to me, people actually caring about me is very new, having a sort of freedom is new, being happy is new. I’ve come a long way in two years, and I still find it difficult to put words on all the things I feel. Hence, this book.

More precisely though, I will record in this “logbook” (not to confuse with a journal or something), my journey as a new big brother. I think it will help me, to write things down. The idea doesn’t sound as stupid as when I first heard it two years ago. On the contrary, I already feel like my brain is getting more organized about my feelings, just by writing this down. Like now, I understand that what I felt as I held Thomas for the first time was love. And a need to protect him. But it was so instant, as soon as I truly saw him, that it made me wonder...Why ? And How ? Is this what it is to be a big brother ? A sudden instinct coming out of nowhere ?

I will implement my studies of becoming the best big brother (notes for self : competition = hard, have to work very hard), and understanding what it actually means to be one, as it’s a first for me.

My life now is full of “firsts”. But in this logbook, I will mostly talk about being a big brother to Thomas, because that’s the newest and most intriguing thing yet. After two years, I think I know what love is, and what it isn’t. It isn’t praising me for being the best, but encouraging me to always do my best. It isn’t training me and being proud of me when I’m perfect, but accepting my flaws unconditionally. Yes. I think I got love down. It’s in little gestures, like when father goes to the other side of town to get my favorite take away. It is in small (and sometimes big) affectionate things like calling me pet names, ruffling my hair, or making sure I am alright. Love englobes a lot of things (my feelings for Thomas being in it). It took me a while to understand it, and I think if I had a logbook to write my findings down, it would’ve been easier.

So here I am. Starting a new journey of discovery. But with the knowledge I already have. How my brothers and sister are with me. How my parents are with me. How my friends, are with me. What love truly is. I’m not starting this new canvas blank, but with already a large array of color. What I need now, is to make this painting my own.

*There is here a drawing of himself standing at the front of a large pirate boat, ready to start this “new journey of discovery”, with the annotation “I think Grayson would enjoy this analogy of being captain of my own boat, as in of my own destiny. He always enjoyed pirates”*

A plan : 1. Get books on babies. 2. Hanging out with Thomas. 3. Observing how the others are interacting with him. 4. There is no 4 yet. But there will be as I come along, I suppose.”

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It all happened so fast.

Bruce and the kids were about to go on patrol, when you started to scream at him that it was time. In a panic, you rushed to the hospital, leaving behind your children who anxiously waited for some news.

Hours went by, and no news were given.

Everyone slowly started to freak out, but Damian was the one who was touched the most.

When Jason dared to tell him : “Hey buddy, no news mean good news, right ?” in an attempt to comfort him, Damian went on a rant about how this expression was idiotic and made no sense.

No news meant a lot of things ! Like, maybe their father RECKLESS driving got them into an accident, or maybe there was complications with the babies, or they ran in any kind of troubles that prevented them to give news !

No news meant “no news” ! And was in no way, in Damian’s eyes, a positive thing !

It’s as Damian was going on and on about what could’ve gone wrong that could explain the lack of news, and starting to freak everyone out, that the phone finally rang.

“Ah, see ? No news did mean good news.”

Jason said ruffling his little brother’s hair. Although his apparent confidence was only a facade, because Damian’s list of “what could’ve gone wrong” really got to him too (he’d never admit it but Jason was quite the worry wart).

But everything was fine now. He could joke, and tease his brother again. Because...

It was official, there was a new member in the family.

Thomas Clark Wayne was born, on a sunny July day.

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Damian didn’t know how to feel. Or rather, didn’t know what he felt.

He knew that day was going to happen, he saw his mother’s belly grow. He touched it, and couldn’t help but share his parents happiness...but it all seemed so surreal at the time ?

Like the baby would come in a very long time ?

He wasn’t an idiot. Plus, he was already 12 now. He most definitely knew where babies came from (ew) and how they came to life (double ew).

But even with this knowledge, he just hadn’t been able to visualize having a baby brother ?

So when he found himself in the hospital corridors, following after his older siblings, running a little to keep up with their hurried pace, he wasn’t really sure what to feel.

What would he find in that room ?

Probably his mom and father, smiling at him, and holding a baby in their arms...

It was weird. Because Damian had always been the “baby” of the family. Was this spot now his brother’s ? How did that make him feel ? What was his place now, then ?

He didn’t know. He didn’t know !

Did he still have a place ? How was he suppose to know what it was ?

So many thoughts were rushing through his head, he didn’t have time to process any of them that they already were in the room.

The first thing Damian saw wasn’t the newborn, as his brothers gathered quickly around his mom and father while he stayed a bit behind with Cass (who rolled her eyes a lot, whispering : “boys” every two seconds).

No. The first thing Damian saw was his father. His smiling father.

Given the looks his older brothers gave in his direction, Damian gathered that Thomas was in their fathers’ arms. And Bruce was smiling so widely.

It was pretty rare, to see him smile. It only happened when he was with his family. You made him smile a lot, even more so when you both thought nobody was looking at you.

Damian thought that it was the first time he saw this specific smile of his father.

Thomas’ existence had created a new awe induced smile...

Bruce was looking down at his tiny son in his arms, and was just smiling widely and...sort of like a child ?

Like even when he smiled to his wife, or to his kids. Those actual genuine smile he gave them, not the fake "Brucie Wayne" persona ones. They were always very him ? They always had his past in it. When he smiled at them, they could see they meant a lot, because he was able to smile even through all his pain. And they were the one that brought his happiness forth.

Bruce’s smiles to his family were grateful, full of pure joy, and recognition. With a hint of sadness, however. Of traumas he could never forget.

But here, as he held Thomas, it was like he forgot everything, and was carefree for the first time since he was eight.

Of course, it only appeared like that to Damian because he wasn’t quite sure yet about how he should feel. Happy, or jealous ? He never noticed the many times his father gave him that exact pure child like happiness and awe too.

Bruce wasn’t always the best at showing his feelings, a lot of time, he would smile softly, full of love, in the way he was right now, only when he was sure no one was looking.

He most definitely smiled that way to all his children, they just never had the chance to witness it due to Bruce’s own self-consciousness, and not being sure how to handle his own feelings at times.

In that way, Damian and his father were very much alike. You often said so. They sometimes had great trouble expressing themselves.

Which could cause great misunderstanding, like right now.

As Damian witnessed his father smile this way for the first time ever, and wondered...

Wondered if..If Talia gave him to Bruce as a baby, would he have smiled the same way ?

…Probably not.

It made Damian feel all sort of things, to realize that.

Strangely, the emotions he felt weren’t negative. On the contrary, he was glad that his little brother was lucky enough to be born into this family he thought amazing, and would grow up immediately loved and never alone.

Sure, Damian wished it would’ve been the case for him too. But you told him once that the past was the past, and it did no good to dwell on it (he was pretty sure you misquoted Dumbledore from Harry Potter but never said anything), and it really stuck with him.

He would never be a baby anymore, hurting himself and his feelings thinking about what could’ve been was useless. It would only bring him misery. While thinking...Thinking about his new brother having this chance...Well, it made him very happy.

He was glad, times were changing.

“Do you want to hold him ?”

You asked him, taking him out of his reveries about how he realized he only had positive feelings about this new life coming into his.

Good feelings yet, but not enough to dare hold him. Panicked, he took a few steps back and said :

“No ! No no, I’m good !”

You tried to hide your disappointment, and instead gave the boy to your oldest son, Dick. You kinda wished Damian would’ve accepted to take Thomas into his arms. After all, his reaction was the one that worried you the most...

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It’s only as he witnessed all his sibling holding their new brother, and beaming brightly at him, that he felt like he wanted to do that too.

He felt like he was missing out, because they all seemed to thoroughly enjoy holding Thomas ! And he felt like he was building unnecessary boundaries between him and his new baby brother.

What if Thomas thought he didn’t want to be his brother ?

Of course, right now, being only a few hours old, Thomas couldn’t think about that yet. But Damian read somewhere that infants could feel this sort of things. And so he turned to Tim, who was the one holding the baby boy at the moment, and said :

“Can I-...Can I ?”

Of course, Tim understood, and did not hesitate to put his little brother in his other little brother’s arms. He explained quickly to Damian how to hold him, making sure Thomas’ head was all good, and let go (later, he’d admit that he watched YouTube video to know the proper way to hold a baby).

And the rest was history.

“I’m-I’m a big brother.”

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“Friday, October 16th 20??, Thomas : 4 months old.

I found books about babies. Many of them. 36 to be exact. They were in the library, I suspect father bought them to read up on how to take care of a baby. After all, he never had one, since we all arrived around 8/10.

I put in practice what I got from them, and was very successful doing so. Thanks to them, I was able to refine my studies on what it truly means to be a big brother.

(...)”

“Damian ?”

Bruce was looking for you, and guessed you were in your office, which, just like the bedroom you shared with him, was right next to the nursery. Of course.

He knew you must’ve been there at this time of the day because it was your “writing time”, but also Thomas’ “nap time”. In your office, you could make sure to be there for him quickly.

Bruce had just come home and as usual, looked for you immediately. He had a tough day at Wayne Enterprise, and you always were his respite.

But as he walked in front of Thomas’ room (where he was planning on going after seeing you), he was stopped in his track by the door being open, and quite an odd vision.

Damian was standing next to his brother’s crib, an arm reaching out in it. As Bruce, intrigued, approached them, he noticed that one of Thomas’ tiny hand was wrapped around one of Damian’s finger.

Before he could ask what was happening, his boy whispered, as to not wake his little brother up :

“I read somewhere that babies need physical contact so their brain can develop well. A baby that nobody ever touches just doesn’t speak much, and isn’t as advanced as one who received affection. So I’m holding his hand.”

Bruce’s brain went blank, as he looked at the extremely cute scene of his youngest son sleeping peacefully, holding his older brother’s hand. It was too much for his heart, trying to not sound choked up, he asked :

“How long have you been here ?”

Damian looked up, thinking, before he answered :

“A couple of hours ?”

“A couple of-That long ?!”

“Ssssshhh. Father !”

Damian whispered scolding his dad for his loudness. He gave a worried look to Thomas, afraid he woke up, and then turned to his father again saying :

“I heard him cry, and recognized it as being his lonely cry. So I came. Mother fell asleep on her desk, I think she was just too tired to even realize he was crying. I know neither of you have been sleeping very well lately, so no one can blame her. You two work tough jobs, then do the vigilante thing, and have to take care of a baby who doesn’t sleep through the night yet. It’s understandable, to feel very sleepy. So I came.”

Bruce felt it through his entire body. This warm, fuzzy feeling. The same one that he forgot for so many years, until you and Dick came into his life.

“How did you hear him ?”

“I rigged his baby phone to my phone, so it would give me alerts if he cries. Tim helped me develop a sort of app for that.”

This specific feeling he only felt when looking at you or his children. A sort of serenity filling his entire body. Peace.

“I rocked him a little bit. He smiled at me a lot, and cooed too. And then he felt back asleep, but as soon as I put him in the crib he cried again. I figured he didn’t wanna be alone, so I stayed and held his hand, and he eventually fell back asleep. Now I’m too afraid to wake him up if I leave, so I’m here.”

“So you’re here...”

Pride was in Bruce’s heart now. A beaming, strong, huge pride. Pride of having such a sweet little boy. Ah. Who would’ve thought, over two years ago, that Damian Wayne would stay two hours near a baby in fear that if he left, he would wake him up ?

Feeling inspired, Bruce bend down and kissed Damian’s forehead affectionately. This took the boy by surprised, and he literally gasped !

It made Bruce feel a little guilty. His sometimes odd way of loving made it so that he reserved those forehead kisses only when his kids felt bad, or when he through they were asleep (though they never were). Moments of distress; or moment he was sure they wouldn’t notice.

Sometimes, Bruce just wasn’t too sure how to react with his children. Except on definite moments, like them needing him, or them being too cute for him to resist a forehead kiss (they were always adorable, sleeping).

Or, in this instance, his boy doing something so sweet he felt the urge to kiss him with all the love and affection he had.

Now though, a little embarrassed, he took a step back, and ruffled his son’s hair again, saying :

“You’re a good brother.”

And then he left awkwardly, going to your office so he could pick you up and go take a nap with you in your room. Yes. This surge of emotion he felt, as he saw his two youngest children together, definitely called for a nap in your arms. You always had a knack, to calm him, even unconsciously...

Damian stayed in Thomas’ room, a huge smile plastered on his face.

His father just said he was a good brother !

“(...) Continuation of the previous entry (October 16th). I put in practice what I got from them, and was very successful doing so. Thanks to them, I was able to refine my studies on what it truly means to be a big brother.

Now, after four months of studying Thomas’ behavior and such, I came to realize that he has different kind of cry. They are as proceeded : 1. High pitch continuous noise = he’s hungry. 2. When he makes a series of loud “heh” = he’s too cold, or hot, or wet. It’s his sign to express a discomfort. Usually means dirty diaper, if no dirty diaper, means something else and then you have to look for what is bothering him. Example : Yesterday, the bird outside his window chirping was annoying him and keeping him from sleeping soundly. 3. Loud screams punctuated by pauses = He’s lonely. The pauses are him listening in to see if someone is coming to get him. 4. Almost silent cries, when it’s so loud it becomes quiet = he didn’t burp properly after eating and desperately need too. A few light tap on his back will make him feel better very quickly. 5. When he whimpers, it’s usually because he has gaz. Putting him a little straighter helps him...evacuate.

I put this directly in practice today, when I realized he was doing his “lonely cry”. I went to his rescue, and I didn’t mind staying hours with him even though he’s still a little baby and doesn’t do much. He smiled at me a lot, I think he recognized my voice. And my singing (note for self : make sure no one is around when such occurrence happen, almost got caught by father today). Then it felt like he didn’t want to let me go, so I stayed.

Is that what it is, to be a big brother ? Being needed ? If it is, it actually feels nice. It would certainly explain all the time Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass came to my own rescue. Wether help for my homework or to comfort me. But, I do that too, as a little brother ? I comforted them too many times. And I witnessed Jason, Tim or Cass comforting Dick and vice versa and in all ways. So, this means it’s a sibling thing, not quite a big brother thing. Need to keep studying to know what “big brother” is exactly.”

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"Saturday, December 9th 20??. Thomas’ first Christmas/6 month old.

I started to build his gift. I think he will like it. I-”

“What are you doing, Damian ?”

You asked him, walking towards him as he busied himself at the gadget station in the Batcave. You saw him jump in the air slightly, and put away a bright pink notebook quickly.

And then he saw you had Thomas in your arms, and when Damian saw him, he hid whatever he was doing as fast as he could.

“Mom, you’re gonna spoil the surprise !! Get Thomas away !”

Surprised, and without thinking about it, you went to your husband who was typing away on the computer and put the baby in his arms.

Bruce was about to grumble that he was busy and brush the both of you away (he could be a jerk sometimes), but you didn’t gave him a chance, shoving your son in his arms. And when he looked, annoyed, at his baby and how the little one seemed the happiest of them all as he just recognized his father. Bruce’s mood lifted all of a sudden.

He smiled softly, realized he was being an asshole and was going to apologize to you but you were already gone back to Damian. Your husband and baby son exchanged a curious look, before Thomas got very interested in his father “Bat” logo and started to try to grab it, while Bruce smiled softly again and, holding his son in one arm, continued his work.

Balancing family and night activities had been hard for him to get and do, but he had it covered, nowadays. Well. Almost.

Meanwhile, you were back next to Damian, and with a sigh of relief, your son uncovered his project.

It did all kind of things to your heart...

“Damian, is that-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence, too touched. Your son, proudly, said :

“It’s a mobile to go above his bed ! I think he doesn’t like the one he currently has. So I’m making him one with things he’ll like ! See mom, that’s you. Do you recognize yourself ?”

Damian seemed worried about this, and you nodded. It definitely looked like you. So. Your son wasn’t just good at drawing, but also at sculpting...

“It’s for Christmas.”

He said, smile wide. And as you grabbed him and crushed him against your chest, he got a little confused...

"Saturday, December 25th 20??. Thomas’ first Christmas/6 month old.

*There’s here a drawing of Thomas beaming at his mobile above his bed that Damian build for him*

I knew my present would be Thomas’ favorite. After all, it represents everything he likes. I put everyone from our family (Father, mom, Alfred, Dick, Tim, Cass, Jason, and of course, me), and a few of his favorite animals (I used Ace and Titus for the dogs, Tommy is very fond of them). And it makes music, which he seems to enjoy a lot. Especially when our mom, dad or anyone from the family sings to him. I recorded all of them secretly when they sang to him, and made it so he just has to push a button on the side of his crib to turn the mobile on.

I wasn’t even worried that he wouldn’t understand how to make it work. He’s only six months old, but he’s already very smart and curious (I think the physical contact we all gave him is a lot to “blame” for). So when I put the mobile above his bed, and pushed the button to start the voice of our mother, he moved his little arms and legs excitedly and smiled at the mobile widely ! I only had to push the button a few times more, and for our father, Dick, and Jason’s voice to be on for him to notice the button, and to push it himself. Or rather, to kick it or throw himself on it as best he could. He is still not that coordinate when it comes to movements. But he’s smart. He understood that, to have the music, he had to push the button.

He didn’t pay attention to all his other gifts, but mine he loved. It’s because I made it with everything he likes. So of course, he loves it. Is that what it is, to be a big brother ? To know your little sibling and be the best at giving him a gift ? No. That doesn’t sound right. Tim, or Jason, already gave me absolutely useless terrible gift, and yet it still made me happy to receive them, and that they thought about me. Mmm. The researches are still on.”

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“Thursday, March 7th 20??. Thomas : One year and a half.

Father and mom entrusted me with babysitting Thomas today, as everyone was busy. I was very happy to be trusted with such responsibilities. I thought it would be easy, at that age, they're easily manipulated. Well...I was wrong"

************

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOO.”

Thomas was screaming, while Damian was trying to be heard :

“Thomas, listen, you need to put your pants on or-”

“NOOOOO !! NO DAMDAM NOOOOO !!”

“No”, was one of the first word Thomas pronounced. Right after “mama” and “dada” (the jury was still out on which words he said first, and was source of endless bickering between you and your husband).

Then he started to try and pronounce his siblings’ name, although he wasn’t quite there yet. Damian being the youngest and still at home (Dick and Jason had their own apartment by now, and Cass and Tim were starting to be very busy with college), he was able to sort of say his name first.

“Damdam”. Close enough.

But right now, Damdam really wasn’t having a good time.

It started rather smoothly. Thomas was a pretty calm child, so Damian (wrongly) thought it would be all good all day.

Only, it was the first time he was taking care of his brothers for so long. A couple of hours there and there. He made sure to be with him at least once a day, for at least two hours. Most of the time, it was more.

They really started to be very close, sometimes, Thomas would choose Damian over you or Bruce...it vexed the both of you, but you had to put yourself in the shoes of your young son.

Damian only had the good times with him. Playtime, and bed time stories, and such. While you and Bruce had to be strict with him sometimes, and give him boundaries (like no jumping on his bed, or no pulling the dogs’ tails).

Bruce once mentioned that Thomas most certainly inherited your petty side, given the fact he always went to Damian when you scolded him. But when you smacked him on the head, vexed, he said he was joking (although we all know he wasn’t).

In any way, Damian, in that year and a half, only had the good times with his brother. And today, as he had to take care of him all day long, he realized that...it wasn’t always that easy.

Proof : the morning had gone well, but now, it was over, and it was time to put some close on. Problem : Thomas didn’t seem very keen on putting pants, today.

It started slowly, as if it was a game.

Thomas ran around the room, laughing, repeating : “no ‘an’ !” (which probably meant “no pants”). Up until Damian tried to take his father’s strict tone and said :

“Ok Thomas, enough now, you need to put your pants on.”

Well. That didn’t play well in Thomas’ book. Frowning, he said :

“No.”

“Yes, Tommy. It’s day time, you need to put pants on.”

“No.”

“Yes. Come on, I’ll help you.”

“NO !”

Thomas ran away from Damian’s grasp, and your son was so surprised that he wasn’t able to catch him right away. He caught up to him though as Thomas was climbing a couch, sure that he’d be out of reach at its top (probably not understanding that Damian wasn’t as small as him...).

Once on the top of it, he sad down and put his hands in front of his eyes, clearly thinking he was hidden, now.

“I can see you Thomas.”

“No.”

“Stop saying no, I can see you.”

“No.”

“Come on Thomas, I’m not playing anymore, I can see you, and you need to put some pants on.”

“Noooooooooooooooo.”

“Tho-”

“NooOOooOOoOOoOOoOoo noooooooo.”

“Thoma-”

“NoooOOoOOoo no no no no no no no !!!!”

Damian realized trying to talk it out wouldn’t work. His brother was probably too young to be reasoned with. Quickly,he scratched his head to find a solution.

Maybe making him laugh again ? Like Dick did with him at first.

It felt like such a long time ago, but there was a time when Damian was a really big brat. He still was, sometimes, he wasn’t perfect of course. But he improved a lot.

Regardless, one of the way Dick would make him stop being bratty, was making absolutely awful jokes and trying to make him laugh by doing stupid things. Ok. Here we go then :

“Hey hey Thomas look, look !”

“No no no no...No ?”

Ok. Good point. Thomas was now watching Damian doing backflips and running around. Beaming, the little boy smiled widely and clapped his hands.

YES ! Damian most definitely won. He stopped doing his acrobatics and turned to his little brother, saying :

“Ok, time for pants now.”

But Thomas frowned again, as if vexed he fell for the show, and gave Damian a definitive :

“No.”

Well. That was a fail. What did Jason do again, to stop one of Damian’s own tantrum ? Oh. Right. Um. That probably wouldn’t be a good method with such a young kid. Skipping that one.

Tim ? Tim would talk to him about his favorite things. Video games, or whatever. And blackmailing him a lot (as a good big brother). Damian wasn’t too into blackmailing, but he was kinda running out of ideas.

This was the first time Thomas was being difficult with him, it was too new, he needed more data to know exactly how to react !

So, blackmail it would be.

“If you put your pants on, we’ll watch your favorite movie !”

This seemed to peak Thomas’ interest. He looked at the Tv, then at his pants. Then at the TV again and...oh...Ooooh...Damn it ! Damian could see he almost got him. But it didn’t work, his brother shook his head “no” so strongly he almost fell of the couch.

Ok. What were the options left ? What did Cass do ? Mmm. She would hug him and tell him things would be alright. Which worked for him, given his past, but Thomas was a little over one and had a normal happy childhood so far !

They couldn’t relate to their past, like Cass and him did.

Ok. What would his mom do ? Well, with his mom, Damian had the intimate feeling that Thomas would’ve put on his pants without a word. He knew she wasn’t joking around. He’d never pull this sort of things with her.

He would though, pull that with his father. And what would Bruce do ? Either let it go, or, if he was in a bad mood, be very strict and force him to put his pants on. Nobody said his father was perfect...His mother, neither. She could be implacable in her way of educating her son.

Thomas was a calm boy, and was of course allowed to have tantrums. Their mother was mostly understanding. But if she was tired, she’d be less patient...It wasn’t always easy, raising kids. And the gods knew the Waynes had a LOT on their plates, at times.

MMm. Damian didn’t want to force him to do anything, or to lose his patience.

And then it hit him. The solution was right in front of his eyes. Of course. It was so simple !

"(...) Continuation of last entry (March 7th)

New observation after today’s babysitting : toddlers sometimes focus on one thing so much they don't know how to react, and therefor, explodes with feelings

I found that my siblings tricks to calm me down would not work on Thomas, because he isn’t me. We don’t have the same personality, or background. I never even noticed before, how Dick, for example, used different methods to comfort all of us. Adaptability is key. Like how father gives us all different trainings, according to our own needs. Little brothers are the same. When mad, they need to be calmed in different ways. Thomas is such a calm kid and has so few tantrum, I feel comfortable doing what I did.

Which brings me to my next point. Being an older brother sometimes mean being the bigger person. Giving up, and letting them do what they want. I never realized how many things Tim, Dick, Jason or Cass gave up for me. But it now becomes very apparent to me. They switched things around in their lives to be convenient for me. Like, Tim used to love playing video games on his own, yet he let me come and play with him even as he doesn’t like multiplayer modes. Jason is afraid of snakes yet took me to Gotham terrarium where there’s one of the largest concentration of snakes in the US when I asked him. Dick gave up on ever taking many hoodies I stole from him back. Etc etc.

Being a big brother means being the bigger person sometimes, and letting the small one have their ways. Dick, Jason, Cass and Tim did it all the time with me, and it’s my turn to do it with Thomas. Unlike our parents, I don’t need to be the “police officer” of the house. I can have only the good times, and when appropriate, just let go.

Today was the first tantrum I witnessed Thomas having, and I decided to let it go. After than, it went all smooth. And honestly, he’s just a bit over one. It’s ok, if he doesn’t wear pants...”

************

Their parents found them both asleep in front of Thomas’ favorite movie.

They were still both in their pyjamas.

“No pants” day became a thing, for the two brothers.

**********

“Wednesday, April 19th 20??. Thomas : 3 years old.

Today, I learned a new lesson. I kind of already knew it before, by observing Dick, Jason, Tim and Cass. But it only became obvious to me today : A big brother is here to help his little sibling walk his own path. And discover the world.”

Damian was looking at his baby brother toughtfully. Mmm. Seemed like the kid liked animals too. Maybe they could bond further over this ?

Your boy remembered that that's how his own siblings handled him. They found common ground on which they could understand each others.

With Dick, Damian learned how to perfect his flips and other acrobatics. They enjoyed the creativity and yet physical training of this “game”.

With Jason, he used to spew all his frustration at him, and Jason would nod and say things like : “that’s right little bird, you tell ‘em !” and just agree with him on everything, even when he was wrong. They could particularly agree on how sometimes, Bruce could be a jerk...And yet wouldn’t wish for any other father.

With Cass, they’d do artistic things. Drawing, or dancing. Sometimes sitting in silence for hours, back to back, while they painted. It was nice. Relaxing.

With Tim...Well, Tim was a big advocate of this definition of sibling, that he made up himself : “The only people who will pick on you for their own entertainment, and beat up anyone else who tries.” So they’d bicker a lot, but then if anyone else was trying to rile Damian up, Tim would appear out of nowhere to give them a piece of his mind.

Yes. Yes. As Damian was observing little Thomas hug and smile at his stuffed animals, and thought that this could be quite the approach.

After all, he really loved animals too.

"'Ook Damdam, ook ! SIMBA !"

Damian had become an expert in his brother's baby talk, and knew this meant : "Look Damian, Look ! A lion"

"No Thomas, not a Simba, a lion. Not all lions are called Simba, just like in the film."

Patience was key. Damian was pretty sure he already told Thomas that exact same thing a hundred time, but for some reasons, the boy stayed stuck on his Disney knowledge.

But today, something different happened. Things clicked in the boy’s head.

Thomas looked at his stuffed animal for a while, and then asked :

"…Nala ? Girl ?"

"…Wether it's a boy or a girl, their names aren't simba or nala, they're lions. And lionness. Simba and Nala are characters in a movie."

The boy looked at his brother, confused, then looked back at his plushy lion and asked, to make sure :

"…Not Simba ?"

"Lion."

"…'ion ?"

"Yes."

"That, not Nemo ?"

OH ! They were making progress ! So far, Thomas didn’t really listen to Damian when he tried to teach him animal names, and just gave them names of Disney characters !

Now, he was pointing at his stuffed clown fish, asking wether he was a “Nemo” or not ! PROGRESS !

Damian smiled internally. Thinking it was cute, you and Bruce never did much to correct your son, which Damian found frustrating. But here they were, him finally gaining grounds !

“Right, not Nemo. Clown fish.”

“On fish.”

“Clown. CL-OWN”.

“O-N.”

“K-K. LL. AON. Repeat after me Thomas, Clown.”

“...Cl...cl...clnown ?”

“Clown.”

“CLOWN !”

“YES !”

“CLOWN FISH !”

Thomas said proudly, showing his plushy. And Damian felt a rush of pride.Yes. That was it. Clown fish. He learned a new thing. And...And he probably wouldn’t have learned it yet if it wasn’t for him ?

Oh. So a big brother also kinda had the role of a teacher. Interesting.

And as Thomas ran to his father and screamed “CLOWN FISH” at him, Damian couldn’t help but being proud of him. Even though their father was clearly confused, as the little boy now was running to Alfred to show him he knew what a clown fish was, and didn't give further explanations to Bruce.

“Clown fish ?”

The big scary bat repeated, utterly confused. By a three years old. What was it again ? Best detective in the world ?

************

“GWAYSON !”

“No Thomas, no, I’m Dick, not Grayson !”

“...Dick ?”

“Yes ! Damian, stop teaching him that my name is Grayson ! Ugh. I swear, he hangs out wayyyyy too much with you. I need to spend more time here...”

Damian grinned slyly, and Dick rolled his eyes. Thomas was growing up fast, and it made sense that he sometimes seemed closer to Damian, whom he saw the most.

Dick and Jason had their own place, and both Cass and Tim were busy with college. Damian was still in high school, and a lot home.

Although they weren’t seeing each others as much as he wished, the youngest Wayne and the oldest one still were extremely close.

In fact, Thomas was very close to all his siblings. They almost were all like second (or third, or fourth) father, and mother. They were so much older than him, of course they’d have this sort of status at time.

Their parents would take a lot care of him, and he was also very much a “daddy’s and momma’s boy” (like all his siblings really, though they’d never admit it).

But Thomas did spend a lot of time with Damian, and wether it was on purpose or not, he took a lot after his mannerism and such...just like Damian used to copy his older sibling mannerism, and so on and so forth.

“Gwayson” though, he could avoid.

Dick rolled his eyes again, and smirked at Damian, before returning to play with Thomas.

************

“Thursday, July 23rd 20??, Thomas : 4 years old.

Today, father and mom told me I was to take a night off and not to go on patrol. And that was a very big inconvenience. I had things planned, to prove my valor. I was about to sneak out anyway when (...)”

Damian, his costume on, made sure his parents were busy before starting to come in action.

First, he had to wait for his father to go on patrol, and join his other siblings out. And for his mom to get in front of the Batcomputer to monitor everything.

Then, he had to wait for Alfred to put Thomas to bed, and to go himself sleep, the baby phone near him, just in case, even though Thomas was already 4 now and had full nights. The butler would never just leave him like that, even if his room wasn’t too far.

Finally, he'd just have to sneak out by...

“DAMDAM !”

Damian jumped in the air, surprised, and turned around.

His little brother was right there, in front of him, smiling widely.

“Thomas ? How did you get here ?”

“I jumped out of bed, and walked.”

Thomas said the most natural way ever, as if it was obvious how he got there, while it was almost 1 am and was supposed to be in bed.

“It’s way past your bed time buddy.”

“I can’t sleep. Mama and daddy awe not hewe. Cassie and Tim either. Alfwed is sleeping !”

“Well you should be sleeping too !”

“But I can’t ! I just told you !”

There was a short silence between the two, and...Oh. Oh he dared.

Thomas was giving his older brother his world famous “puppy eyes” (a method he directly stole from Damian, of course). And as usual, it worked.

Damian took his mask off, sighed and said :

“You want a bed time story ?”

“YES !”

And without invitation, the boy jumped on his brother’s bed, slipped under the covers, and waited patiently for Damian to go fetch the book they were currently reading.

“(...) Continuing last entry, (July 23rd)

And then Thomas fell asleep in my lap, and I realized something. I guess it was good, to have a night off. If I went out, I would’ve never made this important discovery : Tonight, I have learned that to be with the ones I love is enough. And that I do not need to chase after anything else to be happy.

It’s a discovery I thought I made long ago, but as I felt more big brother than ever after reading him a story, it truly hit me. Being me, and being with them...It’s enough. I don’t need to have more. And maybe, maybe being a big brother means to simply be there when you feel lonely ? Like Thomas, tonight, as our parents were away, and none of our other siblings were there. Like me too, when I had nightmares and went to hide in Cass, Dick, Jason, or Tim’s bed...whoever was available when mom and dad weren’t.

Mom and dad. They do their best. And their best makes them the best parents anyone could wish for. But they have a lot to do, wether in the day or at night. So sometimes, it comes to me. Or to my older siblings, to take care of each others. To take care of Thomas. We have to be there for each others, always. Being a big brother means taking the time to be there. Simple.”

************

“Look Damian, it’s a freakin’ elephant !!”

“Um, what did you say ?”

“It’s a freakin’ elephant !!”

Damian looked around at the disapproving looks he got, and couldn’t care less. Of course, he wasn’t particularly thrilled about his little brother using “freaking” but oh well. It was to be expected, when everyone around him used it (and in some cased *cough* Jason and you *cough* used even worst).

But as Damian came towards his little brother, he realized something. Something that made him burst out laughing.

Thomas was starting to read on his own now.

It was exciting, to witness Thomas’ progress as he slowly but surely learned how to read. And it felt so nice, to participate in said progress. To be there every steps of the way.

Damian shared the pride Thomas felt whenever he showed his parents how well he’d gotten at reading.

And it was so nice, to see his mom and dad congratulates both of them…Thom because he really started to read well, and Damian for helping him out.

Far were the frustrating days when Thomas was a stubborn toddler that refused to call animals by their “actual names”.

Damian spend many hours trying to explain to his younger brother that no, mice weren’t called “Mickey” and elephants “Dumbo” !

Nowadays, the little boy knew what the animals’ name actually were. Which didn’t mean no incident ever happened…Like today.

It was Thomas’ sixth birthday and he asked to go to the zoo (Damian definitely had an impact on that boy).

“Look Damdam, it’s a freakin’ elephant !!”

The boy said excitedly, pulling his brother’s sleeve and pointing at the elephant’s massive enclosure. Damian shook his head, slightly shocked.

Not because his brother just called him “Damdam” (it was the nickname Thomas gave him long ago, when he couldn’t pronounce things quite right, and it just stuck), but because Thomas’ words were very much unlike him.

Their parents were a bit further, being disgustingly cute together, holding hands and all, and trusting Damian to keep an eye on Thomas (they knew he’d never let that kid out of his sight, plus Damian was almost an adult, now, he was responsible…sometimes).

“What did you say, Thomas ?”

“It’s a freakin’ elephant !”

The boy seemed so proud of himself. Damian knew elephants were some of his brother’s favorite animal, but he just couldn’t get over the fact that his precious little brother just used the word “freaking”, even if it really wasn’t a bad one.

That’s when Damian noticed it. The plaque giving informations about which kind of elephant it was. …His laughter resonated in the entire zoo. Both you and Bruce went to see what happened, and were face by a son shaking with laughter, and another little one that seemed very confused. When you asked what happened, Damian barely manage to say, pointing at the enclosure next to you :

“It’s a freakin’ elephant !”

And there, there came the laughter.

Yes. Yes it was an “freakin’ elephant”…Or, for those who weren’t as new at reading as Thomas was, an “African elephant.

Damian later shared what just happened with his older siblings, and they in turn gave him many occurrences of him being naive or such sometimes.

Like that time Jason made him believe that the hays in fields covered with white plastics were marshmallows’ fields...But instead of being vexed, Damian laughed with them.

Because that was what being a little sibling meant. And being the older one meant to see the evolution the small one went through, witness it all, and help out. Be there.

Finally. Finally Damian felt like he truly understood, what it was to be a big brother ?

**********

“Saturday, July 12th 20??, Thomas : 6 years old.

It took me six years, but I think I know now. After countless study and experiment. After spending hours and hours with Thomas. I think I know what it means to be a big brother.

First I had to understand what being a sibling meant. And that was easy. I had good model. Dick, Jason, Tim, Cass. They’re the best older siblings you can wish for (after me, of course). They helped me understand so much...Thanks to them, I finally got what it was, to be a sibling. And here it is :

Being siblings means our bond is stronger than any outside force, and we always have someone to lean on. It means late night pillow talks, awkward phone conversations, and insane laughter. It means calling each others over for no reason other than to sit in silence or talk for hours about nothing. One minute I'll be talking to one of my brother about Harry Potter, and the next I'll be talking to my sister about the newest music we're listening to.

But being an older brother...Being an older brother goes beyond just that. When you’re the youngest, sure you’re there for them, and you help out. But most of the time, you’re the one being helped, and having the most support. While still having fun ?

Being an older brother, it's keeping that balance between letting out my inner child (which I didn’t even know I had for the longest time, and was let out thanks to my older siblings at first) but still looking out for my little brother.

Basically, it means having a free therapist and the greatest confidante you could ask for. I went to my older brothers and sister many times, in time of need. And Thomas comes to me often, too. When it’s things we can’t tell our parents, you know ?

Being an older brother means being there for your little one through thick and thin. There were many times I had to stand up for Thomas even when it was difficult, whether it was to our parents or someone else. And there were even more times when Dick, Jason, Tim or Cass stood up for me.

But it also means being a little strict at times. I came to realize that when Dick told me to do something, or Tim, or any of them...It came more from the fact they wanted me to not get into trouble than anything else, and that...That I realized with Thomas. Sometimes, you have to tell your little sibling what to do. But some other times, it’s totally ok to let go.

Being a big brother means loving and supporting your little sibling no matter who or what they choose to be or do. That’s what my brothers and sister showed me, and my parents too. And that’s what I discovered with my own little brother. So what if we didn’t have all the same interest ?

Being a big brother means celebrating individuality and being proud of the fact that your little brother/sister is a part of your family. I’m glad we’re all different, with my siblings. And I’ll never make Thomas feel bad for that. It’s good, that he’s the calmest out of all of us, and had a different kind of life.

Maybe being an older brother means that occasionally, I take advantage of the fact I can tell Thomas what to do (and how easily he listens to me), but...I am his biggest fan. If he falls, I will always pick him back up (right after finishing laughing, like Jason would say).

Yes. It took me six years, but I think I finally know what being a big brother means. I’m glad, because this is the last page of this logbook.

One day, I think I’ll give it to you, Thomas. Just in case. If you’re going through a tough time, or you’re not sure of who you really are. To remind yourself I went through the same thing.

To remind yourself I had to write, for six years, certain important interactions I had with you so I would understand a simple concept such as “being a big brother”.

And that Dick did too. It wasn’t easy for him to go from a circus life with his parents to Wayne Manor with mom and dad, who were both rather young at the time, and inexperienced.

Jason came from the street, rejected by everyone. Do you think it was easy for him to acclimate to a life where he could finally be at peace ? Nope. And then, when he died and came back ? Ask him, and you’ll know.

Cass came a long way. Now, she speaks a lot, especially to you. But she used to be “mute”. And had a hard life. You should ask her, sometimes.

Tim struggled with being ignored all his life, and then he came in and suddenly had siblings, and “real” parents. Then I came along and fucked things up a bit (don’t swear)...but he came through, understanding what a big brother was supposed to be.

We all came through. Mainly because we had each others. So please Thomas, if you ever feel down, just come to me. Or to them. To us. We’re your older siblings, and that what it means.

I’m here for you. We’re here for you. Forever.”

The end

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So, y’all know I was very nervous about posting this. I hope it wasn’t a total fail and you enjoyed reading it ? Thank you for reading, and as usual, if you liked it and all, comments and reblogs are always more than welcomed :). Here we go. See you next time with another story. Now, I’m going to go hide in a whole out of fear that you guys will hate this and how different it might be from other stories (as it’s mainly Damian/Thomas centric).

For those who do not know who Thomas is and are curious, here are the stories from my main Batmom timeline in which he appears : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper, Shaky steps and bad teaching, Polichinelle, “Go away, you’re confusing my baby”, How do you make babies ?, Wild Child 2, “We want them back” and After Batmom’s death

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Day 10: Wednesday 25th of March.

Hello guys, what's up? I bet you really wanna know if I finally had my answers about the Winter Soldier's research. Alright so before you get too much excited about it. No. Nothing. Niet. Nada. The big giant black hole of emptyness. (Am I getting a little bit overdramatic? Maybe a bit. But you know what we say "We all need a drama queen" 😉 ) What can I say about today? I drew a lot. I don't know why since few days I can't stop. I get really inspired, maybe it's because I see Steve drawing a lot too. After that, I started to play a bit of my guitar,

Bucky was with me and I swear he was so focused on the instrument. "You wanna try?" I asked him. He told me no, that he didn't wanted to break the ropes then he show me his metal arm. I never thougt about that but it must be really complicated to live with that sometimes. (Even if it's so fucking beautiful and stylish) So I asked him if it was hurting. His answer was: "Not really but it's a bit heavy you know." I just nodded and kept playing for him because he was enjoying it so much. I started to play "The Sound of silence" from Simon & Garfunkel and guess what? He sang while I was playing. It was really touching. Bucky got a deep voice, really beautiful and he definetely knows how to sing. I enjoyed this peacefull moment with him until the craziest thing happened. When we get to lunch, I finally faced Howard and told him: "Dad, seriously, can you tell Bucky that I was joking about your pregnancy, it's getting embarassing." Bucky looked at me with wild eyes like "WTF??????" And I just laughed a bit. "Sorry it was all a joke it was just so funny to make you believe such a crazy story." I said. Bucky turned red, I mean crimson red you know? From embarassment. Howard just frowned his eyebrow and told me "What do you mean a joke? I'm pretty much sure that the Caeserean section that I get was not that much funny, you know? " So I was like: "Dad, come on. Enough jokes. It can't be possible. I know that mom is my mom. And Steve can't make you pregnant. Right, Steve?" And that's when my whole world have been turned upside down! My Dad Steve looked at me with confusion and frowned. " I don't get it. He said. Tony, I think you old enough to hear the truth now. Howard and I have maybe get a bit too far against the nature on this one but we made you with all our love and we couldn't be more happy about it." I froze. Everybody here knows Steve Rogers, right? There is something that my father Steve is really bad at and this thing is LYING. My dad never knew how to lie or maybe I'm mistaken because this story is clearly crazy, right? I finished my lunch with no other words and I just had a second of interrogation when I've seen Bucky had a little smirk. My fathers are definetely trying to make me believe they made me together. But it can't be true right? Fuck, another obscur story that I need to clarify!

In the Afternoon I decided to make a gift to Bucky so I asked my dad if I had the permission to go in his lab. (It's still better when he gives me the permission, otherwise when he catches me he can forbid me to enter for weeks. 😑 ) He said no at the beginning because he was sure that I was about to do crazy things just like what I did when I get back of Afghanistan. Then I told him my project so he said yes! I was so fucking happy to go there again. In case you didn't get it, my father's lab is a real Aladdin's cave for me, you know? Why?

Because there is so much technology, so much tools and so much inspiration to create the greatest objects that I just feel really at my place there. Plus, robots and tools are not that much talkative an can't be oppressive for an introvert like me. You didn't knew that I was an introvert, right? The Truth is I am. When I was a kid I used too play alone almost all the time. I didn't really like the company of kids of my age. And Howard decided that I needeed some training you know? If you're an introvert in our business, you get eaten by all the sharks. So I became the perfect fake extrovert... That's why sometimes I really need to be isolated from the group you know? Shit! I get too far on my explanation! Let's take back what I was saying, should we? Alright... So! I decided to build an arm for Bucky. (While he was discovering the Sims on Steve's computer and building an amazing house.) I thought that titanium and gold could be great and a bit lighter than his actual arm. After that I thought about something, he probably miss the sensations. So I get a crazy idea of latex and silicone to do a fake skin on his arm. I could put sensors in it and relied it to his nerves, like that he could actually feel things. Have sensations back. When I finally get this idea, I started to be a bit tired. Howard was with me all moment long and he told me that I should go to sleep. I stay a bit longer and after an hour our two, he insisted for me to get out of the lab and that I could keep going tomorrow. So, I decided that he was probably right, and actually I was too excited about the idea of coming back tomorrow, so I get out and go to my room to sleep a bit. It was 1 a.m. at this moment and when I entered my bedroom, Bucky was there half-asleep. He flinched in surprise when I turned on the light and so do I because I didn't have seen him. "I'm sorry, I wanted to show you the house that I made. So I wait for you and I think I fell asleep a bit." It makes sense, right? Even if he didn't had the computer anymore, that he was in pajamas and that he had Bobby (the Teddy Bear) with him. GOD! He wanted to sleep with me but he was too embarassed to admit it!!! I can't breathe anymore! This is too cute!!! So I asked him really calmly and casualy. "You wanna stay?" He nodded. HE. NODDED. SO YES! HE STAYED!!! OMG Am I going to sleep every night of my life with Bucky? Because this is the best thing ever! The guy is handsome, confortable, soft, and he smells fucking good! What more can I need, right? Good Night everybody ! Hope you have the best blankie with you. Mine's name Bucky and he's the best on all Earth.

Love on you, your family and your friends. And don't forget to stay home! P.S.: No, really, Bucky is smelling fucking good, is that normal? Damn! (his body is fucking warm too, you know?😍)

#tony stark #tony stark x bucky barnes #This is a Winteriron Story #winteriron #winter soldier #Steve Rogers x Howard Stark #Steve Rogers #Howard Stark #day 10

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Buraiha Love Pack AU Pregnancy Headcanons

Who. Is. The. Father?!!!!

Like legit no one knows. Danielle has one on one sex with each of them, and sometimes they just forget a condom.

But it lowkey doesn't matter. Like whoever the baby looks the most like is the father.

But that aside they are all excited for the baby's arrival

Overprotective husbandos much? Like Danielle isn't allowed to do anything on her own anymore, for fear that she might hurt herself or the baby.

It's sweet but a little suffocating

Danielle now sleeps in between Oda and Dazai, just in case anyone invades their home they’ll have to get through the three of them before they get to Danielle.

Oda will legit carry her wherever she needs to go.

Need to go to the bathroom? Carries her. The kitchen? He’ll carry her there too. The store? He will legit carry through the store no place is off-limits.

“Where are you going, Danielle?” “To the library” “...” “Oda? Oda, I can walk myself. Oda!”

Ango is in charge of keeping track of Danielle’s doctor appointments and monitoring what she eats.

“You need to eat more protein Danielle it will help with the baby” “I know Ango”

Dazai is in charge of keeping up with her cravings, during the pregnancy. He whines and complains, but he does get her whatever she needs.

“Osamu! I want pickles and ice cream!” “Ugh, okay, fine” “....” “Can I have some?” “No, these are my pickles”

Normally one of them will accompany Danielle to her doctor’s appointments if one can’t go then one of the others will. God forbid if they all can’t go, then Danielle just doesn't go to the appointment at all, the appointment comes to her.

The doctors have noticed how Danielle comes in with a different male each time, but they don't say anything.

When Danielle’s belly starts growing it is almost impossible to tear any of them away from her baby bump. Ango even made a schedule for who gets to cuddle with Danielle’s stomach.

“It’s my turn to cuddle with Danielle-chan’s stomach Ango!” “Your turn ended thirty seconds ago!”

All three males love talking to the baby, sometimes they’ll talk about random shit, but other times they just talk about how great their mom is gonna be and how they’re gonna grow up protected and surrounded by love.

“You’re gonna have the most perfect mom, she’s kind, she’s beautiful, and she makes the best crab dishes in the world” “Osamu, can we have crab for dinner?” “Of course love”

When the baby kicks for the first time everyone loses their shit! Like it was Dazai’s turn to cuddle with Danielle’s stomach, and he’s just humming to the baby while Danielle reads, and suddenly they both gasp and look at each other. “The baby just-” “Yeah”. Cue excited screaming

Ango and Oda rush into the room ready to fight someone. “What is it?” “What’s happening?” “THE BABY JUST KICKED!”

The four spend the rest of the afternoon feeling Danielle’s stomach and waiting for the baby to kick again. It does.

The Agency gets together and throws Danielle a gender revealing party, even some of her friends from the Mafia attended, Nina dragged Chuuya along with her, and they didn’t stay for long.

The baby is a girl, they haven’t decided on a name yet.

Nursery building is up to Oda and Ango since Dazai can’t be trusted with a hammer or any other building tool.

It turns out really pretty, and Danielle is very happy with the end result.

And late at night when they’re laying in bed together Dazai, Oda, and Ango love to kiss and worship Danielle’s stomach. Danielle finds it really sweet, and cute but she doesn’t quite enjoy it when she’s trying to sleep.

“Guys the bump will be there tomorrow” “Shhhh, Danielle-chan let us have this moment with our child”

Breakfast in bed becomes a regular thing. Ango or Oda, since Dazai can’t be bothered to get up early, make breakfast for the four of them, while the other two stay in bed and cuddle with Danielle to keep her warm.

Basically it’s a time of love, warmth, and happiness in the household.

A/N: I honestly have no idea where these came from I just thought of them right of the bat. I might do more Burahai love pack headcanons later we’ll see.

Spoiler Alert! I’m gonna do more, ABO Headcanons come up next.

For some of my group chat friends: @atsushi-stan-draws

#danielle x burahai trio #Headcanon #Danielle Osa #my ocs #My writing #I didn't know I was capable of writing such fluff #Wow #I've peaked #ya’ll I am so proud of these #Burahai Love Pack AU #ship: buraiha love pack

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Killer Queen: Chapter 8 - Scandal

Summary: Life is easy when things go your way. I know this from experience. I also know that that can disappear in an instant and that you have to be able to rely on your friends. Luckily my name is Arabella Ruth White and I’m the fifth marauder. But I want to show you the girl behind the mask. It takes a lot of work to be this fabulous, darling.

A/N: If I got any information about Diwali incorrect, please let me know so I can change it. I'm not Hindu and all of my research was done online and I dread to think how reliable that actually is. Also, happy late Diwali since it wasn't that long ago. That's a lie but let me have this, please.

Drunk Ruth is the funniest thing I've written in a while also more writers need to try writing drunk narrators for their stories because some wack shit comes out of that. Bonus points if alcohol is not featured in the scene at all. Double bonus points if you're writing in the third person. Extra double bonus points if the narrator almost reveals important events that haven't happened yet (could be used as a plot device). The drunkenness was definitely not inspired by the amount of Echo Falls I had last night.

Me?? Including my feminist shit in my stories?? More likely than you think. Please don't start arguing over abortion in the comments though, please. Thank you kindly. I just felt the need to yeet in my opinions about it after all the shit that happened in the USA.

Sorry for not updating for about six months. It is a bit ridiculous, I know, but oh well. Half-term ended up being a lot busier than anticipated and I had a lot of writer's block and procrastination when I finally got around to writing this. And I did my research and Diwali actually fell on Sirius's birthday in 1975. You would not believe how happy I was about that. If you caught the Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference I love you. The title for this chapter came from Queen's 1989 album, The Miracle.

Word Count: 3.2k+ (hopefully that makes up for the delay)

Inspiration: You Can’t Make Me Love You by -FromEden- on Wattpad, All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on AO3, The Boy Who Killed God by @sirius-black-killed-god

Warning(s): talk of pregnancy and abortion, underage drinking (although it’s in the UK so it’s fine lmao), swearing

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Never before had Diwali fell on and around Sirius's birthday. James had joked about it many a time in the past but the look on his face when he discovered the date of the next new moon in Astronomy was one of surprise and amusement. This meant Sirius's usual birthday celebrations - a.k.a. a ridiculous party - would have to be slightly altered. Not that the birthday boy minded an awful lot. He was rather fond of the traditions involved and his face lit up like the diyas themselves. The day before had been spent creating Rangoli patterns on the floor of their room, Kingsley thankfully not minding as it was part of James's culture. Also, as it had been a Hogsmede weekend, we spent the majority of the day following James around so he could buy new things for the Hindu new year. And also to get Sirius's birthday presents when he was too distracted by the games in Zonko's.

James's parents had sent a huge box fall of diyas, all varying in colour and size, that had required four owls to carry. Along with it was a lovely heartfelt letter to all of us, reminding to stay safe and revise and all that, but to also have fun with whatever we were getting up to. James definitely teared up at one point but he remained in denial. Silly billy.

Now, after knowing James for a good four years, my knowledge of Hinduism was rather extensive, if I do say so myself. So according to James, Diwali lasts for five days with different festivities on each day. This year, it had started on Halloween so as soon as we returned from our epic prank, we quickly set up with the help of a spell or two and then let James do his thing. The same pattern repeated until now, which was the fourth day of the celebrations and James's favourite day, in his not-so-humble opinion.

Last night had been spent by setting off as many fireworks as we could possibly do, using the fact that it was Diwali to our advantage. They couldn't exactly tell us off for celebrating a festival, right?

Today was the first day of the Hindu New Year so, of course, we had stayed up last night to welcome it properly. This meant we were all a little tired, especially since we woke up a little earlier too.

The night to come appeared to be rather busy so, while Peter went to get some breakfast for us all, we set up the new diyas, cleared the ones that had burned out last night and fixed the slightly smudged rangoli patterns. Once James had declared everything good enough for tonight - which, as you can imagine, took quite some time - we headed down for our first lesson of the day.

Fucking Herbology.

Sirius did, on many occasions throughout that lesson claim that since it was his birthday, he legally didn't have to be there because he was "Sirius McFucking Black and no man can tell me what to do from this day forward".

Unfortunately for him, Professor Sprout was no man and in fact a very angry woman who "will still give you detention Mr Black if you continue with that language in my classroom".

Suddenly, a petite, barn owl flew in the classroom with a letter in its beak. This could only mean one thing: an escape route. I rapidly tapped on the arms of the boys, not once taking my eyes off of the owl, "Teacher owl, teacher owl, teacher owl, teacher owl."

They all snapped their heads up to look at said owl, who was now perched on Sprout's desk. The teacher took the note - the owl took its leave - and she read it carefully, squinting. A look of both gratitude and distaste made its way onto her face. Definitely for one of us, then. The boys seemed to think the same as I was met with excitement and intrigued looks when I turned to them.

"White!" Sprout's voice boomed throughout the greenhouse, holding up the letter. Groans of disappointment rippled throughout the class and people started going back to their work. She handed me the letter and I opened it without haste.

Dear Miss White,

Please go to my office right away. This is a matter of urgency. You are not in trouble but this does, however, concern your family.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore.

P.S. I have been rather fond of chocolate frogs lately.

Now, unsurprisingly, I had received enough of these notes in the past to know that the whole chocolate frog thing was just a hint for the password. Not very subtle but oh well. The matter at hand was obviously what the fuck this was about. I wasn't in trouble for starters which was, quite frankly, weird. A million possibilities ran through my mind as to what this could be about. It involved my family and was serious. Did someone die? Merlin forbid it but at the current state of the wizarding world, I couldn't help but consider it. It was certainly a possibility, as much as I wished it wasn't.

"What does it say then?" James asked in an extremely disheartened tone.

"I need to go and see ye olde Dumbledore. Doesn't say why," I started packing up my stuff to leave.

"Someone's in trouble!" Sirius said in a sing-song voice that made me want to punch him in the face.

"No, it clearly says I'm not in trouble, you dickhead!" I yelled as I smugly strolled out of the greenhouse.

"Bitch!"

"Twat!"

"Prick!"

"Wanker!" I ran out as quickly as I could after that, leaving Sirius to get into trouble with Sprout. That was my birthday present for him. I practically sprinted to Dumbledore's office, every cell in my body bursting with curiosity. Once I arrived, I pretty much fell into his office from pure exhaustion. Exercise and I were not on good terms. I picked myself up from my mostly ungraceful entrance to see two people already sitting opposite the headteacher.

"Ah, Arabella, glad to see you received my note. Take a seat," Dumbledore greeted me and gestured to the chair closest to me. I cautiously took it and only then did I get to finally see who I had the pleasure of having this meeting with. None other than the Head Girl and Boy. Or otherwise known as my cousin and her boyfriend. Melanie and Filip. The golden students of Hogwarts. Everybody idolised them and for good reason. Seemingly perfect, they were the Athena and Apollo of our school. Smart but not bookworms. Kind but not pushovers. Beautiful but not vain. So it was no surprise to anyone when the titles they held were bestowed upon them. I, for one, did not believe in soulmates but Melanie and Filip came pretty damn close. Melanie was the daughter of my mother's twin sister. Two years older than me although I think I had corrupted her more than she had me. The type of cousin that you only saw once in a blue moon but when you did, all hell broke loose and you had the time of your lives. I knew very little of Filip but his reputation of being an all-around nice guy preceded him for miles. Their presence was some form of comfort to me because I couldn't possibly be in trouble if they were here too.

"May I ask what this is about?" I looked around the room for it had fallen silent. Melanie uncharacteristically refused to look at anything other than her lap. Filip was gazing off into the distance as if he was a model. Dumbledore was just being Dumbledore so no changes there, not that I expected any.

"Melanie, would you like to explain?" the headmaster asked to which the girl in question frantically shook her head.

"I can't," her voice, no louder than a whisper, broke halfway through. My heart instantly dropped, this couldn't possibly be good. She was usually so strong, so independent. I didn't recall ever seeing her cry so this must be a big deal. Filip grasped her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Filip?" Dumbledore tried a different strategy.

Clearly struggling with his words, he ended up just murmuring, "Melanie's pregnant."

And so it seemed that even the finest china you had ever seen could be chipped. Misfortune would always be lurking somewhere in the shadows, ready to strike at any given moment. Nobody was ever safe from it, not even the few angels who walked among us. Out of all of my friends, Melanie would be one of the last I would suspect of being pregnant. This list of friends included my male friends so that was saying something.

But at the same time, who was I to judge her? It wasn't as if I was a virgin either. That ship sailed a long time ago. She was allowed to do whatever (and whoever, if you know what I mean) she wanted. Providing she wanted this to happen. Not the baby but the cause of it. Some people can be absolute twats sometimes but if the father was indeed Filip, surely that wasn't the case.

Regardless of how it occurred, they now had to work out what they were going to do about it. Would they be expelled? Arrested? They were both 17 and therefore adults in the wizarding world. They would be fine, right?

"Ari?" Melanie spoke up, audibly calmer than before and much more like the Melanie I knew and loved, "Say something please."

Only then did I realise that my rather extensive thought track meant that I had not yet said anything. "Sorry, I just- what are you planning to do about it?" That was my top priority for I needed to know how to support her. I couldn't care less about her decision but I did care about her.

"Wait, you're not mad?" relief visibly flooded every cell in her body like a waterfall. I hated that she had been expecting anger and disgust when I would never be like that towards her, even if I wanted to.

"Darling, of course, I'm not mad! These things happen, OK? I just need to know what you want to do about it."

She bit her lip and exchanged a quick glance with Filip, who had been gradually relaxing since I had first spoken, "We're not sure just yet if I'm honest. I was wondering what you had to say on the matter?"

"I will support you no matter what," I answered truthfully, "You want to have the baby? You have the baby! I will be that aunt who corrupts it as much as possible and you know it. But if you're not ready then just abort it! No one will hate you if you do, it's just a fetus the size of a grain of rice for crying out loud! It's entirely up to you, my dear."

"Well said," Melanie smiled slightly. Dumbledore cleared his throat and we all turned to him.

"Just as Arabella kindly put it, you do indeed have the choice. The baby won't be due until August and, seeing as you will no longer be at Hogwarts by then and will both be 18, you hold the right to keep it."

A long, rather awkward silence ensued, which was understandable given the situation. Melanie's glazed eyes told me she was deep in thought but a small, impatient part of me just wanted to break her from her trance, shake her up and down and yell at her to make a decision. I told myself to shut the fuck up because this was a huge decision to make and could potentially affect the rest of her life. Regardless of her choice, this would become something that would certainly loom over everything for a while at least. Besides, it was easy for me to tell her to hurry up because I wasn't going to be the one to raise the damn child. Or children. Twins were common in our family. Luke and Rhea for example. And my mum and Melanie's mum too.

"I'm going to keep it," Melanie whispered. I almost missed it due to the voices inside my head. I still didn't believe it.

"Really?" I asked, sounding a lot more incredulous than I intended.

"Yeah, I, sorry, we," she squeezed Filip's hand back, "We always knew we would have kids after Hogwarts, so why not get a head start?"

I had to admit she made a valid point and, if the look on Filip's face was anything to go by, this baby would grow up having two loving parents. Though, I couldn't ignore my instincts screaming at me to stop her, to tell her that this was a bad idea, to tell her that this wasn't going to go according to plan because nothing ever does. Even while I watched Dumbledore promise to hide the pregnancy. Even while I watched their faces of glee at the realisation that they were going to be parents. Even while I said my goodbyes and left the office. Even then I stayed silent. Because who was I to try and control my cousin's body?

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The second lessons ended for the day, Minnie collected James so she could take him to the Mandir in Edinburgh, as worship and seeing family was an important part of Diwali. He wouldn't be back until after dinner so we spent the time 'studying' to get Remus off of our backs and then set up for the party later on. Without Sirius looking of course. Although I must say getting him to bugger off for a while was easier than expected and may or may not have involved an extreme game of fetch. Let's just say that Snivellus wasn't all that pleased to find me lobbing his beloved textbook down the stairs.

All of the stairs.

Personally, I found it hilarious but Lily had a slight difference of opinion. Even when I tried to defend myself and call it my other birthday present to Sirius.

Regardless, it got one of my crackhead friends out of my hair for a while. We managed to hang banners from the ceiling, enchant a disco ball to whizz around like a not-as-dangerous bludger and cast a spell that meant glitter would just hover in the air to give the common room a glitzy feel to it.

Perfect for Sirius's sixteenth birthday. Although that concept alone was a little hard to comprehend. The fact that he had the mental age of a six-year-old was seriously convincing me that his birth certificate was wrong. That would explain a lot except he was still a fucking tall bastard. Although seen as I was only five feet one, everyone was tall compared to me. Apart from Alice, the fucking midget. She may or may not be only half an inch shorter than me but that half an inch made all the difference ('That half an inch made all the difference': title of Marlene's sex tape).

Moving on, the party itself started at around 9 so as to give everyone enough time to get ready. In that time, I managed to throw on a silver glittery jumpsuit with flowy legs and matching heels, do my hair and makeup and put on my accessories; all of which take longer than you first expect. An animated look was painted onto Sirius's face when we gave him permission to open his eyes and see what we had definitely put effort into creating for him. 'Permission' seems like a strong word until you learn that we had to hex his eyes shut to prevent premature peeking. We know him too well.

We had David Bowie records blasting from my poor record player all night, and while I tried to sneak in a couple of Queen ones every now and then, James just reprimanded me, saying that "it should be up to the birthday boy" and that "I would get my turn in a few weeks anyway". To which I did what I do best and sulked next to the drinks table by myself, thinking of ways to piss James off that I would almost certainly forget by the time I was sober. I was coming up with ways to fuck up the wanker's beloved broom while having a few gulps of what I believed was firewhiskey, when Remus approached me, tension oozing from every part of him. He grabbed the rest of my drink, downed it all in one go without a trace of a grimace, before turning to me and huffing deeply.

"What's up, buttercup?" Okay, so I might not have been entirely sober enough to deal with can-and-will-kill-you-if-you-do-so-much-as-breathe Remus but I'd be damned if I didn't give it a good go. Besides he wouldn't dare murder me. He loves me but he's bloody terrified at the same time, the same goes for pretty much everyone now I think about it.

Okay back to the issue at hand. Remus just gave me one of those looks that pierces your soul so sharply that you have to look down to make sure you haven't just been stabbed. Once I got past that armour of I-know-your-entire-life-story-and-I-would-sell-it-for-half-a-pizza-and-a-milkshake, I found a look of such hopelessness that I found myself unwillingly sobering up slightly, "Darling, what's going on?" I leaned in, knowing full well that he was going to be as quiet as possible with his reply. God, I know too much about these crackheads.

Of course, I was right with this assumption as he mumbled, "I got into a fight with Idania," he looked at me with a sorrow that I wasn't used to seeing in any of my friends, let alone at a party.

But I could only see red because I don't care you the fuck you are if you hurt any of my friends then you better fucking pray for your life. Jaw visibly clenched, voice dangerously quiet, "Where is she?" My temper was inches away from bubbling over when he didn't respond, "Where the fuck is she, Remus?"

I made to move, tunnel vision without even knowing what happened, but he grabbed my arm first, an iron grip from years of stopping me from launching punches at certain people, "No, Ruth. I wouldn't let you even if I knew where she was." He stared at me in a way that was scarily reminiscent of McGonagall and I knew I couldn't just leave him like that.

"What happened then?" I was trying my hardest to calm down and decided that my best shot was to drink some more.

"She saw some of my scars and asked where I got them from and I wouldn't say and it just escalated from there. What was I supposed to say? There's nothing you can say in that situation that won't worry her," he sighed and gulped another drink down.

I furrowed my brows, concentrating on thinking of a solution, though nothing came to mind. He had a point after all, what do you say when that happens? It all comes down to violence in one way or another and you can never not stress someone out with a cause of pain. "She'll come round if she's worth keeping."

A tiny flicker of hope danced in his eyes, minuscule but still there, "I hope to Merlin you're right."

"Honey, same," I pushed a cup of something into his hand and grabbed one for myself," But for now, we can get pissed off our asses and worry about this tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Oh fuck yes."

#marauders #james potter #Sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders headcanon #marauders imagine #marauders fic

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Finding Home - Chapter 4

Finding Home: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC (Daisy Adams)

Word Count: 3313

Warnings: Angst, mentions of torture, violence, major character death, mentions of sexual abuse/rape, pregnancy, smut (vaginal sex, oral sex, pregnancy sex, Bisexual MMF threesome)

Synopsis: Daisy Adams has abilities. She can read minds. Force her thoughts onto others. As a child, she is taken by Hydra and raised as a weapon. Daisy finds another and speaks to him in his dreams. He has been taken too. He wants to return to the man he loves. Can she get them back together? Will she even want to once she realizes that she’s falling in love?

Chapter 4

Living at the Avengers tower ended up being the best thing that had ever happened to me. They accepted me as one of their own very quickly. I was given free rein of the building and even allowed to leave whenever I wanted. I spent whole days out in Central Park, sometimes just laying in the sun. Something about being with these people affected my abilities. They were stronger now. It was much less common to meet a mind that I couldn’t affect a little. I was able to cut out the background noise. I have no idea what it was. Being around people who I actually considered friends? Being able to go outside? Maybe it was being pregnant? Maybe the baby shared my powers and we were using them together?

One of the Avengers, Bruce, shared his body with another. Kind of like Bucky and the Winter Soldier. Bruce had done it to himself though, and it was hard to know when the other guy would take control. I helped put in triggers to break him free when the other guy took over.

I wanted so badly to go out into the field and see my triggers at work in a real situation but Steve forbid it. I know not many of the others thought it was a good idea either. I wasn’t exactly a fighter, and there was the whole pregnancy thing. Tony would take me if it were up to him, but he was the only one. So instead it was down to Natasha to unlock Bruce from the other. I liked knowing that it worked though. It gave me hope that if we found Bucky I could still help him. When they got home I’d talk to Nat, scan her mind as she told me all about it. It made me feel happy and confident in what I was capable of.

Steve and I fell into this very domestic relationship. He wanted to look after me the way I had Bucky. Look after Bucky’s child. He doted on me. Making sure any cravings I had were satisfied. When I complained about pain, he would give me back or neck rubs. There were concerns about Hydra coming for the baby or there being something unusual about the pregnancy or birth-given my powers and the fact the father had been given super-soldier serum, so specialists were brought in. Steve attended every medical appointment I had. He got extremely excited about getting to see the baby via ultrasound. I didn’t mean to, but I fell for him. Hard.

I think part of it was that I had grown up loving him. He was Steve. Bucky’s Steve. I shared Bucky’s feelings with him so often, that I had loved him before I even had met him. Partly it was the attention he was giving me. I’d been starved it my whole life. It was like a drug. Mostly it was just that Steve was everything Bucky had always shown me. Fierce. Loyal. Kind. How could you not fall in love with him?

To everyone on the outside, we were a happy little family. Except we weren’t. He was so obsessed with keeping Bucky’s baby near him that he blatantly ignored the fact he was having feelings for me too.

When I had been there for around two months a man came. They said he was a god. I could barely even touch his mind. When I tried it was like trying stare into an eclipse. He always knew I was doing it too, and he laughed this big booming laugh and told me to keep trying, one day it might work. His name was Thor, and he wanted to find a scepter. The group all worked as a team following leads on where Hydra was hiding. They’d go out together and come home completely battered and empty-handed.

They had come home from one such mission, I was watching TV with Sam and Steve came in slid into the couch next to me put his head on my lap and kissed the swell of my belly. I stroked my fingers through his hair. He was exhausted and frustrated. His body covered in scrapes and bruises. He also thought he’d broken a rib. The pain radiated out from him into me.

“If you let me come with you, I’d be able to tell straight away if the scepter was there,” I said.

“No, Daisy. It’s too dangerous.”

“I’m not helpless you know. I go out with Sam sometimes.”

“Hey, don’t bring me in on your domestics.” Sam yelped.

“Only when I’m absolutely sure it will be safe. These missions are to Hydra bases, there is always fighting.”

“I wouldn’t even need to get out of the jet.”

Steve sat up and looked at me, his eyes narrowed. His mind was full of anger and fear. “I said no. So drop it.” He stood up and headed towards the bathroom. “I’m going to have a shower.”

“You’re in trouble.” Sam sang as Steve disappeared into his room.

“I wish he wouldn’t touch me like that all the time. I’m so fucking horny.”

Sam laughed. “Well don’t look at me. I’m not going to get in between you two.”

“You two. What two? There is no two.” I muttered under my breath.

Sam scooted a little closer to me and put his arm around me, hugging me. “Daze, you can read his mind. Surely you can see he wants you. It’s pretty obvious to everyone else.”

“Oh I can see, Sam. I can see everything. In fine detail. If I bring it up he says he can’t because I’m Bucky’s girl.” I snapped. “Bucky’s girl. He’s Bucky’s girl.”

Sam burst out laughing. “Did you just call Captain America a girl?”

I got up. “I’m going to talk to him again.”

“Good, you should.”

“Well, I am.”

Sam just laughed and waved me away.

I sat at the end of Steve’s bed waiting for him to come out of the shower. When I heard the water switch off I projected that I was in his room so he wouldn’t just walk out naked.

Steve opened the door and stood, leaning in the doorway a towel wrapped around his waist. “If it’s about coming with us again …”

“It’s not about that.”

“Are you okay? Is it the baby?” He started approaching me and I looked into his mind. I had to dig around a little, his main thoughts were a concern that there was something wrong with Bucky’s baby. That’s how he always thought about it. It was Bucky’s baby. Not my baby. His.

I found what I was looking for, he had an image of himself dropping his towel and coming for me, pushing me back onto the bed and entering me. I pulled it up and pushed it back onto him.

He stopped dead and scowled at me. “Get out of my head, Daisy.”

“Like I can help it.” I shrugged.

“You could not use it against me like that. I don’t mean to have those thoughts.”

I sighed and patted the bed next to me. “Steve, you’re not even the only one in this building who has those thoughts. The more obviously pregnant I become, the fewer people have them about me, but you should see what Tony thinks about doing to Natasha. It would make your head spin.”

“But he’s with Pepper.” He sat down beside me but he wouldn’t look at me.

I shrugged again. “Sometimes people think things, and they’re intrusive. They don’t mean them. It just happens. That’s not what’s happening with you. You do actually want that - me.” I groaned and flopped back onto his bed. “Steve, I grew up knowing Bucky. Like really know him, in a way most people wouldn’t know another person. You keep thinking of me as his. You know who was really his?”

Steve shook his head. He knew the answer. He didn’t want to hear it.

“You were his, Steve. You will always be his. I know you feel the same way about him too. That’s okay. But Bucky isn’t here. When I was with Bucky it was just because I was there and you weren’t. He loved me, but not in the way he loves you. Now I’m here. Do we really have to pretend these feelings we have for each other aren’t there because this is his baby? We may never see him again …”

“Don’t say that.”

“… and if we do. If we do - he won’t want me. He’ll want you. So stop thinking of me as his.”

“I don’t know if I can do that, Daisy. I keep thinking about how maybe we can be a family. I can be the father to Bucky’s baby because he isn’t here. I do like you. I – I want you. But you’re pregnant to my best friend.”

“Then I need you to leave me alone. I can’t be whatever it is you want me to be. All I can think of right now is sex. If it’s not going to be you, I want to be able to find someone else. That’s not going to happen if everyone thinks you’re my boyfriend.” I stood up. “I’m sorry, Steve. That’s just how it has to be.”

I turned to leave and he grabbed my hand. “Please, don’t do this.” His heart was breaking, I could feel it like it was me. And it was. I didn’t want this, but I couldn’t keep actively hurting myself like I was.

“Steve. You’re hurting me. Is that what you want? To just have me living in the room across from you in pain?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then figure out what you want. If it’s not me, then let me go.” I pulled my hand free and left.

“Seriously?” Sam said as I came back into the common area.

“Yes. Seriously.”

“The dude is an idiot. I’ll talk to him.”

“You do that. I’m going to go buy a vibrator or something. I can’t take it anymore. He was sitting up next to me naked.” I groaned.

“That was way too much information, Daze.”

“Too much information would be what you just thought when I mentioned buying a vibrator. So choke on it.”

Sam laughed, and I headed out.

Natasha had agreed to go out with me because I had no idea what the hell I was doing. We had a really great time. I was fast thinking of Natasha as a big sister. It was what she wanted. She had this loyal protective streak that she wanted to hide from everyone else. The fact she knew she couldn’t hide it from me made her happy. Weird, I know. She kept thinking about all the things she could teach me about and of us going out on the town together.

We actually ended up spending most of the day shopping together. Neither of us had ever done that before. Not really. Her childhood had been even more fucked up than mine had been. Finding this normal thing we could share was kind of amazing really. It was nice to know I could even pass for normal.

We passed Stark on the way through and he made a flippant comment about us being trouble, all the while projecting pain and loneliness at us. I stopped and hugged him, he clung to me and I didn’t let go until he did. When he did he made a joke about how bad I wanted him. I let him have that. As I walked away I turned to him and he offered me a weak smile.

Natasha stopped at her room door and gave me a quick squeeze. “Thanks for asking me to come out with you. I had fun.”

“Thank you for coming, I wouldn’t have known what to get. I hope you and your friend have fun with those.” Her friend is Clint. Everyone knew it, we pretended we don’t. She winked at me and disappeared into her room.

When I got to mine, I flopped on my bed. I pulled out the new vibrator and shook it out of the box looking over the instructions while I sipped on my Starbucks coffee.

My door opened and Steve walked in. He saw the vibrator on my bed. I considered hiding it but changed my mind. If he was going to just walk into my bedroom without knocking, that was his problem.

“Oh god, I’m sorry.” He said backing towards the door.

“It’s just a vibrator, Steve. Considering the shit I’ve seen in your head, this is pretty tame. It’s not like I’m using it.” I sighed. “What do you want?”

“Is it so bad you would buy that?”

I put the vibe into my bedside table and beckoned him over. He came and sat on the bed next to me. “Steve, it’s literally all I can think about. You’ve been so great going out and getting me mashed potato and gravy from Popeyes and then stopping at the ShakeShack any time I have the urge. But other than my weird desire to mix carbs and chocolate, sex is the only thing I think about.” I paused for a moment. “Can I show you something? It’s pretty full-on.”

Steve looked at me with his eyes wide.

“Just in your head. Calm down.”

“Sure.”

“Lie down with me.” He reluctantly lay down on the bed, and I lay beside him facing him. I put my hand on his cheek. “This was something I saw in Bucky’s head once. It’s been playing in my head on repeat for the past month.”

I closed my eyes and projected the scene.

Bucky sits on the bed, his shirt off, he pulls me into his lap. He pushes my hair to one side and kisses along my neck. I’m wearing the only outfit I ever wore when I was in Hyd r a. White t-shirt, loose-fitting white pants with a string tie. I’m not pregnant in the fantasy. He palms my breast and beckons to Steve. I’ve altered Steve in the fantasy. When I saw it in Bucky’s mind it was little Steve. Skinny Steve. I’ve made him the Steve I know because it’s my fantasy now.

Steve walks over pulling his tight, light blue shirt off, displaying his firm chest for us. He leans in kissing me first. His kiss is fierce like he wants to claim me. His tongue battles with mine. Bucky raises his head from my neck, and Steve’s mouth moves to his. When he kisses Bucky it’s more tender. As they kiss, Steve’s hand travels down my side, and presses between my legs. The other hand he uses to grip Bucky behind the neck.

They break their kiss and pull my shirt free. Steve helps me to my feet and Bucky pulls my pants down. I’m standing naked before them. Bucky’s hands caress my ass and he lifts me. Steve catches my legs, hooking them over his shoulders and his face pushes into my cunt. He’s lapping at my folds while I’m being held aloft. I let my head fall back onto Bucky’s shoulder and he catches my mouth with his.

They move me to the bed, Steve continuing to lap at me. His fingers working in and out of my wetness. Bucky pulls Steve’s pants down, and then unzips his own fly, positioning himself behind Steve.

“Daisy! Stop!”

I opened my eyes. Steve was scowling at me. I have made myself so turned on I could feel my wetness through my jeans. I squirmed uncomfortably, my leg touched against Steve, and I could feel his erection up against me.

“You didn’t like it? I know you think of being with me like that. Of being with Bucky like that.” I asked.

“Daisy, those thoughts aren’t for you.” He snapped. He is clearly embarrassed.

I frowned. “You think I don’t know that? It’s not my fault I can see them.”

His face softened, he felt sorry for me. “I know. It has to be hard having people’s thoughts intrude on you all the time. And to add to that the life you’ve led. But you’ve got to stop using them against me.”

“I’m not using them against you. This is my fantasy I’m showing you. It was Bucky’s fantasy. It’s not my fault you’ve had the same one.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, Daisy? Why would you show me that?”

“You wanted to know about my urges. Those are my urges, Steve. I want you to fuck me. I want us to be together. Or try for that. But really, I just want to have sex. I need somebody to or I’m going to lose my shit. I want that person to be you. I don’t know how much clearer I can make it.” I was almost yelling. I have never sworn at him. Not that he’s never heard me swear, but I’ve never directed it at him and it’s has shocked him.

“Okay! Okay!” He groans rolling over and sitting up. “Can I say a few things? Ask you some questions?”

“Sure.”

“You keep telling me how you know that I want Bucky and that he wants me. That you know we will be together if we ever find him again.”

“Uh-huh.”

“That doesn’t turn you off? That I like men the way I like women?”

“Why would it? As long as you like women, then it doesn’t affect me.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. In his head, I could see he’s always been afraid that people would reject him for those feelings. Ostracize him. “Why would you want to be my second choice?” He asked.

I rolled over and put my head in his lap. His hand went to my stomach and stroked over the small bump like he’s on autopilot.

“Being your second choice is better than being most men’s first choice. You’re a good man, Steven Rogers. I know you wouldn’t hurt me intentionally. When you can see into people’s heads, it makes you not like a lot of people. I like you. I also know you feel the same way as me.”

“Daisy, I’m confused about my feelings. I don’t know if the way I feel about you is because I love Bucky and he loved you. I don’t know if it’s because I keep thinking of how much I already love his baby and how I want to be in its life, and it’s made me start thinking of us as a family. I don’t know …”

“Steve,” I said cutting him off. “I know exactly every confused thought you’ve had go through your head. You think I don’t have similar concerns? I don’t know if I feel the way about you because I spent 20 years sharing the same dreams of you as Bucky did. Those are the feelings we have though. We either act on them and see what happens or you cut me loose. I can’t just be this idealized idea of Bucky’s love. I was never that anyway. I was a friend who was there when he woke up. I was the person who assured him his mind was his when all he had was that.”

“I don’t think I can just have sex with you. I need more than that. I would want to take you out first. I need to court you.”

I groaned. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me and I just want to punch him. God damned pregnancy hormones were going to kill me.

“That doesn’t help my current predicament much.”

He laughed. “I know. I’m sorry. Will the thing you bought today be enough until I’m ready?”

“I guess it will have to be.”

// NEXT

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Pregnancy

Another of my fluff attempts, i was a bit worried about this one cuz i didn’t really know how to approach the pregnancy idea but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out . I hope you enjoy <3 Love, Dia~~

“Must you do that?”

Sasuke asked his wife, he found her new…’habit’ strange. They had just had sex less than a few seconds ago and she was sitting on her back with her legs up the wall. Hinata looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“Yes I must. I read that this helps, if I sit like this gravity helps your sperm get to my eggs and it increases the probability of me getting pregnant”

“Hina, baby, I doubt you need to do that, at the pace we’re going I’m amazed you didn’t get pregnant years ago”

His blue-haired lover sighed but also chuckled a little. He wasn’t all that wrong. They have been careful until a few days ago when they both decided they felt comfortable enough in their lives to try for a baby. Their income was stable enough, they were at the right age in both body and mind, and their relationship was so comfortable that could allow another tiny human to enter the equation.

After about 10 more minutes of sitting like that and talking to her husband she finally got up and went to the kitchen to make herself some tea. The water wasn’t boiling yet when Sasuke emerged from their bedroom as well, he walked up to Hinata and kissed her temple, she was looking around their living room deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

“We’ll have to baby-proof everything…I came up with over 20 ways that the baby could get hurt just in the living room in under 5 minutes. That’s a problem”

Sasuke looked at her with a rose brow, but her expression was dead serious, which made him laugh. She wasn’t even pregnant yet and she worried about the baby getting hurt. He ran his hands though her silky hair and whispered in her year how much he loved her.

Hinata didn’t appreciate him laughing at her, but the caress and the whispers earned him forgiveness. The couple started kissing, Sasuke quickly put his wife on one of the counters and stood between her open legs, the kissing turning quickly to a heated make-out session. Had the tea pot not made a whistling sound they would have tried for a baby right in the middle of their kitchen.

“Bad timing”

Sasuke said as he extended his arm to turn off the stove and picked up his wife and took her back to the bedroom while she was giggling. Half an hour later Hinata once more stood with her legs up the wall.

3 weeks later

Hinata had just woken up, she looked over to Sasuke still sleeping and smiled at his peaceful face, she couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. Yet the movement made her feel strange. Her eyes widened, and she got up in a haze and ran to the bathroom. The sudden movements woke Sasuke up and he looked alarmed when he heard Hinata throw up. He walked into the bathroom to hold her hair back and rub her back. That particular image reminded him of collage. He had done that exact same thing quite often in their second year. That was Hinata’s ‘party’ phase. It was also influenced by the fact that her father got re-married. It was also the year that they started officially dating, despite being ‘on-and-off’, as their friends said, for over 2 years.

“You feeling alright, love?”

She had flushed, washed her face and brushed her teeth. Hinata turned to her husband, both hands over her stomach.

“Sasuke…I think, there might be a possibility that…”

His eyes widened when he understood her line of thinking, but nodded trying to keep cool. They weren’t sure , he couldn’t get his hopes up yet.

“I’ll go buy you a test from the pharmacy, alright? Do you need anything else?”

Hinata bit her lip, she felt like crying, smiling, dancing and jumping around. But Sasuke was right, they needed proof before she did her happy dance.

“Only the tests. Buy more than one from different brands. Just…to be sure, ok?”

“Alright” he said, kissed her cheek and ran down the stairs to the car and drove to the closest pharmacy. He went to the pregnancy section and took one test of every brand they had. The older lady at the counter only smiled at him when he placed over 6 pregnancy tests on the counter.

“What result are you hoping for?” she asked while Sasuke took his wallet out.

“Positive.” His answer made her smile even wider.

“I hope to God it will be as you wish. Knowing you’ll be a parent is a blessing”

Sasuke thanked her and left in a hurry to return to Hinata. She was in the kitchen drinking some water. She giggled when she saw all the variety of the tests.

“You bought a lot. I’ll have to drink more water to try them all”

The Uchiha smiled at her and filled her glass of water. After finishing that glass, she went into the bathroom and a few minutes later every test was on the sink carefully placed on a paper towel. Sasuke set the timer for 10 minutes.

Hinata preferred to wait in the bedroom with Sasuke, her head on his lap, him running his fingers though her hair. The Uchiha male wanted to tell her that it was fine if she wasn’t pregnant, that she shouldn’t be disappointed, but couldn’t manage the words. When he saw Hinata throw up he said he wouldn’t get his hopes up, but apparently, he had done a very poor job at that.

Hinata opened her eyes and looked up at him. She extended her hand and touched his jaw, lazily moving her hand down his neck than up again to his lips, her fingers stopping for a second there. He took the opportunity to place a kiss on her finger tips and she giggled at him.

Their small cozy bubble was disturbed by Sasuke’s phone. Both of their hearts started beating faster, Hinata’s stomach knotted up and Sasuke’s throat dried up.

“We should go look…” He said and she nodded. Hinata walked into the bathroom first and turned around to him.

“C-could you stay here…?”

Her request broke his heart, but he understood so he turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. Hinata started screaming and she ran into the room jumping up and down with one of the sticks in hand, it had 2 lines on it. She was pregnant!

Sasuke stood up and kissed her while spinning her around multiple times before letting her go. Hinata didn’t stop spinning she was dancing around laughing and he watched her, with this heavy feeling in his chest. He didn’t realize he was crying until Hinata pulled him in a hug and patted his head.

“We’ll be parents”

“Yes”

“We’ll have a family”

“Yes”

“We’ll have a baby”

“Yes”

The fact that Sasuke was so emotional he started crying touched Hinata so much. She remembered the day of their wedding, how he started crying at the altar while saying his vows in front of everyone. How he almost started crying again in the limo on the way to the after party.

They started cleaning up and calling everyone inviting them for dinner tomorrow night. Sasuke called his family, Hinata hers, and all their close friends.

The next evening their house was filled with the people they held dear. Itachi put a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder.

“I didn’t realize this was going to be a... party”

The couple smiled. They didn’t share the news yet. Just moments ago, the last of the guests arrived. Sasuke cleared his throat and held Hinata closer to him with so much care. Everyone was looking at them, not really sure what to expect from the two.

“We’re expecting a baby”

The room was silent for a moment. The first to say anything was Mikoto, she hugged both of them and thanked Hinata for offering her her first grandchild. After that everyone started telling them congratulation. Hinata’s father was one of the last to hug them, he even hugged Sasuke, despite their issues, it was a happy moment. While he hugged Hinata he whispered into her ear things nobody heard but the girl started crying and holding him closer, both Hanabi and Neji exchanged a look, they knew it had something to do with Hikari.

Naruto and Ino were loud and both blonds were on the edge of tears. Because their best friends had an aura of happiness around them. Ino knew Hinata wanted to try for a baby, and she was so glad they did it. The was no doubt in her mind that Hinata would be an amazing mother. In collage she wasn’t so sure about Sasuke, but upon seeing him as a married man, Ino knew he would be one hell of a dad.

4 months later

At the moment Hinata was staying on her back with her hands over her mouth trying to stop herself from laughing. Because her husband was reading a bedtime story to her tummy. At the end he kissed the side of her belly and told their child to sleep well.

Sasuke had went full-on protective dad already. Hinata was never alone, he didn’t forbid her from doing things, so she still went to work or shopping and cooked, but he or Ino or Neji were always there with her to make sure she was fine. Even at work Sasuke had Naruto keep an eye on her since they both worked for the same law firm.

“We’ll know tomorrow if it’s a boy or girl. Are you excited?”

Hinata opened her eyes when she heard her husband ask her that. A few days ago they went on a control, and Tsunade gave them an envelop with the baby’s gender inside of it, but they decided to give it to Choji to make them a cake. The cake would be white on the outside and the inside frosting pink if it’s a girl and blue if it’s a boy. Only he and Tsunade knew the gender, everyone else was bound to find out tomorrow when Hinata and Sasuke cut the cake at the ‘revealing party’.

“I am. What do you think it is?”

“A girl.”

Hinata already knew Sasuke wanted a girl. He wanted someone to spoil rotten. Someone to look up at him with her huge eyes and tell him she was his princess. Fathers are their daughters first love. But she also knew that if it was a boy Sasuke would love him just as much. He would tell his son how proud he is of him every chance he had.

“What about you? What do you think it is?”

Hinata had her suspicions it was a boy. But they’ll have to see tomorrow.

Before lunch that Saturday everyone was gathered in the Uchiha yard, they were sitting in a circle around the table with the cake on. Hinata and Sasuke were all smiles. They were holding the knife together, and once again Hinata was reminded of their wedding day. She had the same feeling when cutting her wedding cake.

They placed the slice on the plate. The frosting was as a blue as the clear sky.

“A boy” Sasuke whispered and kissed her ear. The congratulations kept coming from everywhere. They were waiting for a baby boy to join their family.

2 months later

“How do you like the name Hajime?”

Hinata wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“I don’t want to count our babies. I know he’s first, I won’t forget that, ever”

He smiled at her. They have been trying to find a fitting name for the past few days. Sasuke was sitting on the bed with Hinata lying between his legs. Her belly was quite large as the due date was approaching. She was already almost 7 months in.

“I like Hibiki…”

The name itself was fine. But it didn’t tell him anything.

“No…”

Hinata sighed. She had her phone in hand, looking up baby names. Right about now she regretted not having chosen baby names in middle school as many girls had done. It would have been easier if they had only a few to choose from.

“Maybe we need to see him, to find something perfect.”

“Maybe…”

She didn’t like the idea of going in labor with no idea for the baby name. While scrolling a name caught her eye. She opened her notepad app and wrote it down. The conversation was closed, and she kind of wanted to keep the name to herself for the moment.

6 weeks later

Her pregnancy was quite easy to carry. Sasuke, Ino, Neji, and all their friends were a great help, making it easier on her, but the baby also wasn’t very hard on her, not kicking much, not giving her cramps, she sweated a little more than normal and needed to pee every hour or so, but the biggest issue were cravings. She’d wake up at 3 in the morning craving cream puffs and pickles.

Sasuke always obliged and brought her whatever she desired, but he always laughed at her a little, and to be honest she also cringed a little every time the baby thought it was a marvelous idea to put mustard (something she hated) on a bell pepper (another thing she wasn’t fond of) and eat it with vanilla ice cream.

Yet whenever Hinata craved tomatoes Sasuke couldn’t help but melt a little, it was proof that the baby had something of him, he wanted to eat something he liked eating. Hinata adored the way his face lit up whenever she asked for tomatoes, so sometimes besides the things she craved she’d add tomatoes just because it made her husband happy.

Hinata woke up at 5 in the morning thinking she had to pee but a sudden pain hit her, she shook Sasuke and the male was up.

“What do you wanna eat?”

“No, not that. I…I think the baby is comin.”

Sasuke panicked a little but calmed himself down quickly. They made plans for this situation. The bags were packed he only needed to help Hinata to the car and take the 2 bags they had. On the way to the hospital Hinata called her father, Sasuke’s mother and Ino. Right as they got out of the car Hinata’s water broke and her contractions started to be more frequent and painful.

A nurse brought them a wheel chair and took her to an empty room, Hinata had called in advance to tell Tsunade they were coming. The blonde female soon came to see the Uchihas. Hinata was squeezing Sasuke’s hand every time another contraction hit. His heart was beating faster than it ever had.

Tsunade asked the girl to open her legs so she could see how much her pelvis extended. Sadly, it wasn’t enough for the baby to come yet so they had to wait some more. In the meantime, everyone arrived. Mikoto was next to her son rubbing his back and telling Hinata to breath deep. Hanabi was holing Hinata’s other hand. Neji, Itachi, Hiashi and Fugaku were outside the room. They went inside to see Hinata but left soon after. Running down the hall were a blonde girl and pink haired one. They didn’t even stop to greet the men but went straight to Hinata. Ino and Sakura kissed Hinata’s cheek. Naruto followed them, he only poked his head inside to greet his friends before returning to Neji and the others.

It took a bit over an hour for Hinata’s pelvis to get to the point it was alright to start pushing. Sasuke was looking at her only, everything else was noise. She was squeezing his hand quite badly and she was sweaty and teary-eyed. He only heard Tsunade ask her “On a scale from 1 to 10 how bad is the pain?”

Hinata only said “12” before clenching her teeth and squeezing his hand once more. Mikoto told her not to do that, it was better if she screamed, and oh boy did she listen. Sasuke felt himself tearing up as well when Hinata let out an ear-piercing scream. Everyone in the room was telling her to push and breath and other shit. Hinata was doing her best.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

The room was too crowded and too noise. Everyone stopped talking, the women inside and men outside. Everyone but Sasuke and Hanabi left. Tsunade was now the only one telling her when to push. 30 minutes or so, filled with screams and pain, later a baby cry was heard. The young Uchiha couple were shaking as Tsunade handed Hinata her baby boy to hold. She was tired and kind of pissed off, but everything was washed away when this tiny being was in her arms looking at up at her with pitch-black eyes. He was smiling at her, his head had a few black hairs stands, and to her…he was perfect.

Sasuke watched his wife and son interact for a moment before joining them. Sasuke wiggled his fingers above the baby’s tummy and the little boy waved his hand and grabbed Sasuke’s finger and squeezed. He could barely feel it but, the pressure was there, it was real, he was real. That’s when he started sobbing.

“Hello, I’m your mommy. And this one crying here is your daddy. And we love you so very much”

She had never felt that much happiness in her life. The room filled up once more and everyone looked at the baby in awe. A nurse came to ask Hinata and Sasuke for the baby’s name, so they could finish the birth certificate.

“Daisuke.”

Hinata answered with no hesitation and Sasuke smiled at her, it was perfect.

They were a family, him, her and little Daisuke.

6 years later

Daisuke was walking 2 steps in front of his parents. He was old enough not to need to hold their hands anymore. That didn’t stop Hinata and Sasuke from holing hands. Their baby boy was walking with his backpack towards the doors of middle school. Right before walking in he stopped and waited for his parents to give him a hug and a kiss on the forehead before running in the building.

“He’s growing up so fast…” Sasuke said.

“He is.”

“Thank God Hikari is still only 4”

Hinata smiled and petted her belly.

“And of course, for these two that are still yet to join our family”

“Haru, Yumi did you hear that? Daddy want you to hurry up and come out”

Sasuke smirked at her. She was quite annoyed with the two little troublemakers. The due date was over 2 weeks ago, but they seemed to be too comfortable to get out yet.

Thinking back to how it was before the kids, he couldn’t even remember what he did or how it was before Dai and Kari were born. He couldn’t imagine not hearing tiny steps all around the house, or feel a little girl wiggle her way on his lap when he was reading something, or have Dai join him while he was working so he could tell his dad how he spent his day.

Looking at Hinata, he could not be grateful enough for everything she had offered him.

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「 THE GAMBLER 」

32 • PUBLIC • NO AFFILIATION

DIRECT FROM LE PETIT JOURNAL:

𝙻𝚊 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚞 𝙻𝚊 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝙲œ𝚞𝚛𝚜 — 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚂𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝙻’𝙴𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜’ 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜.

ABOUT:

Your life has always been endless ups and downs. You were born into money but then you were disowned for wasting it all on betting on horses. You won big with what little money your parents left you with, but you put it towards endless pots in underground poker games. There is something about the game that keeps you playing, and damn it do you have an abusive relationship with Lady Luck. You are down and out for the moment. You have ten Francs to your name but you still have the furs on your back and gold adorning your skin. What will you do with your money?

BIO:

(tw: abuse, miscarriage, murder)

0-6 ans

Breathless laughs of joy escaped Monsieur et Madame Dubois when the piercing sound of neonate cries filled the room. They had tried for years for a successful pregnancy, and they were finally here. The smiles were wiped from their faces when the nurse announced that it was a beautiful baby girl. What were they to do with a weak little girl? A girl could not take over the family business, and even worse she wouldn’t further the Dubois name. Monsieur Dubois was a jeweler to the Parisian elite, only with their lavish lifestyle and appearances to be kept, another mouth to feed and the stagnation of the economy in the 1890s, what was once a busy business was now putting them in the red. Though eventually business picked up a little more, his debts made during the store’s slower times had left the Dubois’ always behind the curve, struggling to keep afloat, let alone to catch up.

7-15 ans

Her family’s worsening financial situation didn’t make it any easier for Jacqui’s parents to show her the attention and love a growing child yearns for. Rather, she was met with coldness and the highest of expectations; if they were going to have a girl, she would be groomed to be the most marketable of girls. And for many years, she aimed to be the best to fulfill her parents’ wishes in hopes of finally gaining their affections. She’d spend hours a day walking with books on top of her head, her back as straight as an arrow or practicing table manners and polite conversation. As she aged, she was charming and intelligent with beauty to match, enamoring everyone she spoke to with her quick wit and grace — everyone except her parents. Though most of her efforts went unnoticed and her achievements disregarded, any time she faltered was magnified by her parents; she slouched as they walked in le parc, her legs spread a little too far apart at Mass, she wastoo charming, precocious even and God forbid her reputation be tarnished by her coquettish behavior before they received a dowry.

16-17 ans

Eventually they did receive an offer of a dowry, and all of a sudden, the Dubois’ greatest disappointment was now their final saving grace. All the hard work had paid off, as now her mother brushed her daughter’s long tresses with care. “You’re going to make us very proud, my love.” Jacqueline recalled her mother cooing in her ear, and as the woman spoke of the details of the marriage arrangement, all Jacqui could think about was the first real semblance of endearment her mother offered her.

Gaston Choquette was everything her parents could’ve wanted for their girl; he was handsome, a powerful top-ranking member of Paris’ elite, and most importantly, trèsriche. He was magnificent while courting Jacqui, showering both her and her family with gifts and treasures, offering her the affections she’d been missing out on her whole life. He took her everywhere; shopping on the right bank, his business meetings in La Gavroche, nights out in Montparnasse. It was him that introduced her to the exciting night life of Paris, making a spectacle when he arrived with her on his arm; she was the beauty to his beast… Only she hadn’t learned that quite yet.

18-20 ans

It was at their wedding that Jacqui had seen the first sign of her husband’s carnal nature. It had only been mere moments after their ceremony had concluded, and she was greeted with her family and friends that wished to grant the couple their best wishes. Monsieur Garnier, her father’s business partner of nearly a decade embraced Jacqui, and she gladly embraced him too. He was something of an uncle figure to her, one of the few that indulged Jacqueline with the affections a child should be granted. He was always kind to her whenever she visited the store with her father, giving her all the answers to her many questions regarding jewelry whenever her own father brushed her off, praising her on her great wit during conversation whenever her parents let it go by unacknowledged. Having him at her wedding pleased Jacqueline greatly, but she was sure to never express such pleasure for another man’s presence when Gaston’s fingers curled around her arm, pressing so deep that her bruise had lasted nearly two weeks after that. “I never want to see you with a man like that again, you understand me?” He growled in her ear as they left the church, “We exchanged vows, you belong only to me — now and forever.” There were blackened tear drops on the silhouette of her ivory gown.

With his temper in mind, Jacqueline tried to make the best of her situation and for a little while, it worked. They’d still make a spectacle when they went out, dressed to the nines and having the time of “their” (mostly his) lives as Paris’ most beautiful couple; dinner and shopping in Montmartre and nights out in the liveliest clubs Montparnasse. She was always on his arm, as he spoke about business with his partners, drank like a fish, and gambled away hundreds and thousands of Francs on end, and her rouge painted lips would be curled up in the smallest of smiles. Though Jacqui had trained her whole life to be the best woman she could be, almost all of those skills were locked away in the back of her mind as Gaston’s wife. She spoke very little to anyone and simply stood by him throughout the night until they went home, where she’d have to let him do whatever he desired to her. What else could she do; she was but a weak little girl, non?

But Jacqueline was always an intelligent girl; easily picking up skill and information. If you’re quiet as a mouse, people tend to forget you’re even there and say more than they should. That was how she learned of her husband’s true occupation; he had always said he simply made business deals for his partners, but it didn’t make sense to her that a man only 6 years her senior had made such a name for himself. Les Beaux Voyous weren’t something Jacqueline was unfamiliar with; she had heard of them through her parents’ discussion of their financial situation, and had even seen them at his shop more than a few times when she would visit. It suddenly made sense and when she questioned him further about it, he shrugged it off, “C’est la vie.” When his nonchalance enraged her, he grew enraged too; “Don’t you like the life we lead? I don’t hear you complaining when you wear your furs or your diamonds that I bought you.” And it was true, she didn’t complain; her whole life, affection was granted to her by the material items that she received. Whether it be by gifts from her parents or suitors or eventually her husband, or the attention and respect she received when she went out with shiny pearls on her neck, Jacqueline cherished the products of her bourgeois tastes. That was the last time she questioned her husband’s line of work.

He was a bookie, gambling away money and counting cards so he could turn a profit and as she lingered over his shoulder during their nights in The Blue Lotus or L’Enfer, Jacqui quickly learned that the house doesn’t always win. She figured that if she wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone or truly enjoy herself, she’d at least pay attention while he played and soon enough, she picked up on the games. She had gotten so good merely by watching that she’d even advise her husband on which cards to play next, masking her guidance as sweet nothings being whispered in his ear, or kisses placed on his neck; a happy couple. But it’s easy to call plays when it’s not your money on the line, and one false call on Jacqueline’s part made her never want to look at cards ever again. He had lost nearly 3,000 francs, and when he rose, her husband gave the table a light laugh. “C’est la vie,” he said with a shrug, but his fingers again curled into Jacqueline’s arm as he steered them out of the smoke-filled basement of The Blue Lotus. His words were like spades, cutting into her the entire drive home. She was never to try and advise him again, especially where money was concerned; she was never to attempt to play cards, onlymen were smart enough to play cards.

21-24 ans

Though she could not say the same for her husband, Jacqueline’s life had slowed down significantly. She refused to go out with him anymore, figuring that if she weren’t allowed to enjoy herself while in public, she’d surely enjoy herself at home then. It was a nightly routine for her; give him a swift, emotionless kiss as he left and then within the hour, her girl friends would be over to play their own card games and dominoes while the husbands were out. The women would share a few bottles of wine and bet a couple francs here and there, and just before midnight, Jacqui would clear them out and clean up the house before Gaston came home. She was still great at the games, but she knew better than to let her husband find out that she was playing, let alone with money on the line.

Part of the routine was waiting for him to come home, as they’d been married for a few years now and still were without child. Jacqueline wasn’t sure she had even wanted children, especially not with Gaston, but as the dutiful woman and wife she spent so much time learning to be, she complied. They’d try night and night again, and when his luck on the table hadn’t transferred to the bedroom, again it was Jacqui’s fault and then his fists were like clubs, beating into her body for something that wasn’t even really her fault. Eventually she did fall pregnant, and at first everything was actually pleasant; similar to how things were right before the pair had married. He was lovely and she had finally done something right, and despite all the issues they had had in the past, Jacqueline saw potential for their future. He wanted nothing more than a son, and rather than go out and drink, he would chatter incessantly about the future of their unborn son. “He will be the king of Paris,” he would say, “Just like his father.”

Thankfully, he wasn’t home when she had started bleeding; she wasn’t quite sure what he would’ve done but Jacqueline knew all too well that the man had no boundaries when he was enraged. His prodigy was no longer a possibility, and she knew that she had to work with the hand she was dealt, otherwise the house would win.

So Jacqui had concocted a plan that ensured her victory, and when she came home from dinner with her mother one night, she was greeted with the police at her door. “Madame, ” the captain had said, barely able to look her in the eye, “Je suis vraiment désolé.” He informed the woman that her husband had been very drunk and fell into La Seine, and when his body had been retrieved, he had already drowned and was pronounced dead. After making arrangements with the captain to visit the morgue the following morning, Jacqueline headed inside and called her girl friends and invited them over for a game of spades. She won every hand that night.

25 ans - À present

Following her husband’s “mysterious” death, Jacqueline collected her belongings and as much money as she could, and sold their house. It was with that money that she bought her own beautiful apartment on the right bank and truly began her life. She still had expensive tastes, and satisfied her own appetite while gambling the rest away in hopes of coming out with even more. Jacqui was good, but she already knew that. She played with the big boys, pulling out francs by the pound and counting cards all the way down to the 3 of hearts, but sometimes they were admittedly better. Still, there had to be respect given to a woman who could hold her own in a game of cards and Jacqui came to be known as La Spadille. She was invited to all the tournaments, knew all the passwords to the hidden basements of clubs and if ever she were desperate for a few extra guaranteed francs, she even knew where to find cheap games with the drunk working class men.

A lot of the times she was up, but there were quite a few times where she was down and out. If ever she were running too low on money, she unlocked that little box of skills and traits that she had placed in the furthest depths of her mind and became the most marketable woman she could be. An unmarried woman can only do as much as is appropriate, but a widow? She can do as she pleases. Jacqueline came from money and was married into money, so it was only right that she associate herself with the richest of the rich, even if she couldn’t afford to. She can be seen on the arms of wealthy men, radiating her own excellence as if she doesn’t need them, or she can be seen alone, but using her own charm to cause them to flock to her. In either case, her meals and drinks are often paid for without request, and at the end of the night, Jacqueline is left with more money to test her luck with at the tables in the morning.

CONNECTIONS:

THE ARCHITECT: Cards are one of many games you enjoy, and they are a long lasting competitor of yours. The game is one of many you play and you are happy to move onto something else to quench your thirst once you have won but the twitch in the eye does give you a hearty satisfaction.

THE FORGER: You’ve always enjoyed painting, despite not being very good at it. In exchange for a few lessons, you struck a deal with them to teach them how to play cards (well).

THE SHADOW: The way they hover around you while you work your magic bothers you like nothing else, especially because it throws you off your game. You’re being watched, and you know this. But what are they looking for?

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