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Soul Meets Body

After the final battle with the Netherbrain, you and Halsin have found solace in what was once the Shadowlands. Domesticity and nature interweave with your every day life now that you are parents, but for the past few months, something has been missing. Halsin shows you how much he's missed your body.

Pairings: Halsin (dad!) x fem reader (plus sized after giving birth)

Warnings: SMUT, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), breeding kink, body image issues, swearing, angst, hurt/comfort. 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 5.2k

Requested: yes

A/N: As a plus sized fan fic writer, I hardly see plus sized stuff, especially for Halsin so I decided to write something! This fic deals HEAVILY with body image issues of a plus sized reader after giving birth, so please read with caution if that is a trigger for you! ALSO: based on notes and patch updates from Larian, the Shadowlands were renamed the Reclaimed Lands, and in original notes for Halsin, his last name was Silverborough! So that's why those details are included. Also also dad Halsin is my fave ok bye.

The sun hung high in the sky midday, casting beautiful shadows through the leaves of the trees. The nearby laughter of children cascaded throughout the village, leaving a permanent smile on your face wherever you went. Your baby Lora, wrapped snug in a sling on your chest, cooed as you weeded the perimeter of the village, tossing the uprooted plants in a basket for Halsin to use later on.

Little feet scampered past you, calling your name in greeting as you knelt in the soft earth. Every time a little voice graced your ears, you perked up - what a life you were now leading, filled with such hope and joy. You felt lucky from the moment you woke up, to the moment you went to bed, for three reasons: the beautiful children that graced the Reclaimed Lands, which was once the Shadowlands, your beautiful daughter Lora, and of course, Halsin.

Your life had taken on new meaning once the final battle against the Netherbrain was won. Throughout your journey, you thought that the one thing you wanted more than anything was to return to your old life - to go home to the familiarity of Baldur's Gate. But when you had met Halsin - and subsequently fell in love with him - everything had changed, and you found yourself back in the Reclaimed Lands with the Alderman himself, becoming the unofficial parents of more children you had ever expected to have.

Of course, some adults came to the Reclaimed Lands to start anew as well - people pushed out by the curse returning home, or some wanting a fresh start. The little village you now claimed as your own was growing by the week, and nothing filled your heart more than knowing the love you and Halsin had put into cultivating the safe space.

A mere two months after you had gone home to the Reclaimed Lands, you discovered you were with child, baring the tiny bulge of Halsin's baby. It was no surprise to either of you - the elf who wanted to do things "as nature intended" acted on those natural instincts as often as they found him, and the idea of starting a family together was something both you and him couldn't get out of your head.

Once you had become pregnant, Halsin was unsurprisingly the perfect partner. Caring and attentive, you never needed nor wanted for anything. As if he could read your mind, before you could even ask, Halsin would appear with whatever you seemed to crave. Whether it be the particular berries near the river you seemed to want at night, a massage under his giant hands, or even a shoulder to cry on whenever your ankles swelled or back ached, Halsin was there to provide for you.

Your lovemaking never ceased while pregnant, either - in fact, your sex life with Halsin seemed to do nothing but increase. Often times, you caught Halsin staring at you while you absentmindedly cleaned up after dinner, or played with the children during the afternoon - his eyes falling to your growing belly. At night, while you sat on top of him, legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusted into you, he sucked and nibbled on your swollen breasts, his hands gently caressing your belly and large behind.

"How beautiful you are," He would breathe into your ear, your bodies slick with sweat, "Creating this beautiful life inside of you. You are ethereal...I am in awe. I am not worthy of your beauty." He'd cup your cheek and suck on your bottom lip as you quietly cried his name, tears overflowing from your eyes from both pleasure and love.

When Halsin was feeling more territorial, taking you from behind, but still being more gentle than usual, he would lay his chest flat on your back so he could be as deep as his cock would allow. "Knowing that everyone can look at you and see that I did this," He would grunt, his thrusts strong and pleading, "Knowing I filled you with my seed. That I love you so often and so well that the future is growing inside of you. I need it. I crave it," His would say through gritted teeth, "Everyone knows you're mine. And I am yours. Forever."

Once Loradove was born, your sexual appetite had basically ceased. Nights that were once full of screaming and thrusting and panting were now full of changing diapers, aiding cries, and soft lullabies. Halsin, of course, was the most doting father - taking Lora without asking so you could rest, playing with her so you could do some chores, or even doing the chores himself. He was the perfect father - you knew his urges to have you were increasing tenfold as every month passed that you didn't make love. But you also knew he would never complain...thinking only of his sexual urges made him feel selfish, you knew, and he would never want to act selfishly towards you.

It had been five months since Halsin last touched you in that way. Truth be told, it wasn't just that you were too busy with the village and children and your own daughter to have sex. You also couldn't bare to look in the mirror at your newfound "mother" body. A body that, once, when fighting goblins and monsters alongside Halsin and saving Faerun, was taut with muscles and curves. Now, your belly was soft and expanded, the defined muscles you once had nowhere to be found. Stretch marks decorated you stomach and thighs, and you needed a completely new wardrobe. You dreamed of being the type of mother you had known throughout your years - weeks after giving birth somehow going back to what they once were - small and desirable.

You only felt ugly. Looking at Halsin's body, rock solid and sexy, there was absolutely no way - in your mind - he could have found your softness alluring, especially when he had met the smaller, more attractive version of you. The idea of being fully naked in front of him used to send shivers down your spin and make your heart race, but now, it was enough to make you cry.

A child's playful laugh snapped you out of your day dream, your hand limply holding on to a bundle of mugwort that you had pulled a few minutes prior. Shaking your head, you placed it in the basket near your feet, watching Halsin appear into the village around the bend. A few children had run over to him, immediately hanging on his large limbs like he was a tree branch. He smiled and lifted them in the air, sending them flying before he caught them, gently kissing their temples and placing them on the ground.

As his usual way, he scanned the village, his eyes softening when they found you. You stopped weeding and stood, your smile matching his. A few moments later he was by your side, the children trailing behind him. He bent his head to give you a soft kiss - one that still gave you butterflies.

"My heart," He spoke gently, his hand immediately finding your waist. You winced inwardly as he gripped the soft rolls of your side. He slowly pushed back the cloth wrapping that hid Lora's face, and when her eyes met his, she instantly cooed. The smile Halsin reserved for her appeared on his face, and he gently pulled her from the cloth, holding her close. "My little one. How beautiful you are! Were you helping your mother today?" He eyed you, his eyes glittering. You chuckled.

"Quite so. If she wasn't swaddled, I'm sure she'd be reaching for the belladonna to try and have an afternoon snack," You sighed, smiling and wiping your brow, "She's lucky she's so cute."

"Cute?" Halsin asked, his eyebrows raising, "She's magnificent. Breathtaking. She is perfect...cute is nowhere near the word to describe Loradove Silverbough." Suddenly, Lora screeched, causing Halsin to furrow his brows immediately.

Laughing, you gently placed your hand on his bicep, "I think she also is tired."

He chuckled, pressing a small kiss on her cheek, "I will put her down for her nap. Go, do whatever your heart desires, my love. I will see to it that you have the afternoon for yourself. Daddy's got it from here." He winked, causing you to blush.

How the word "daddy" had changed in your lexicon in 9 months.

A few minutes later, you found yourself at the nearby creek on the outskirts of the village, your sweater off and laid beside you in the afternoon heat. Your feet dangled in the cool water, the laughter of the children still around you as you dozed in and out of a nap in the sunlight. Moments like this one were not rare - with Halsin, it truly was a partnership, splitting responsibilities 50/50.

When you opened your eyes again, the sun was setting, a sure sign of heading home. It was almost dinner time, you knew, which meant that you had spent at least a few hours dozing off by the creek. Your feet, wrinkled from being submerged for so long, felt chilly as you took them out of the water. Holding your shoes in your hands, you made the short walk home, passing by the children being herded inside by the adults.

As you opened the front door to your cottage, a whiff of food hit your nostrils, sending your stomach growling - some sort of roast was being prepared, with the sounds of banging pots and giggling coming from the kitchen.

"My heart!" Halsin cried, "Is that you?"

"Yes, I'm home, Halsin." You shouted back, dropping your shoes by the door.

"Lora! Mama's home!" You heard Halsin proclaim, to which Lora responded with a delightful squeal. You smiled, wiping the immediate happy tears from your eyes.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

As you rounded your way to the kitchen, you found Halsin plating up dinner, Lora in her little feeding chair, bits of mushed food all over her face. She immediately reached for you when she saw you, so you scooped her up, grabbing a towel from a nearby table and wiping her face gently.

"My precious angel, you eat like such a little whirlwind." You murmured, kissing her eyelashes. She cooed and grabbed at your hair as felt Halsin's hand on your shoulder. Turning towards him, he smiled and leaned down to kiss your cheek, then slowly moved to your earlobe.

"My love," He breathed, his voice low. A shiver went down your spine as you leaned into his body. Your eyelids fluttered shut, the familiar feeling of comfort warming your body. He sighed contently and ushered you towards the chair nearest you, "Sit, my heart. Dinner is ready."

You sat, opening your eyes again and smiling. He placed the plate in front of you, and was about to take Lora from your hands but you shook your head, holding her closer.

"I missed her."

Halsin chuckled and sat across from you, "Of course. If she gets too rowdy while you try to eat, I'll put her back in her chair." He made a face at Lora, who made the same one back - their version of a secret handshake.

Idly chatting about your days, you ate dinner slowly, savoring the moments with the two of them. Soon Lora was starting to fuss, alerting the two of you to her nearing bedtime.

You bathed and dressed her, putting her down in her crib while Halsin washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Walking into your bedroom, he was discarding his clothes for the night, slipping into the bed the two of you shared. As you walked in, he smiled.

“Did she go down easy?” He asked. You nodded.

“For the most part. Some tears when she realized that it was bedtime, but she was so exhausted that she went down almost as soon as her back hit the bed.” You took a sleep dress from your closet, putting it over your day clothes. Underneath the dress, you slipped the straps of your shirt off, and then your pants; the way you had gotten changed every night since Lora was young. Halsin said nothing of the intricate dressing, but you knew he watched you every night, probably wondering why his love wouldn’t stand naked in front of him. You turned and he smiled softly, patting the bed next to him.

As you laid next to him he tucked the blankets to your collarbone, kissing your forehead. “Early night? I have quite the day ahead of me tomorrow.” You yawned and nodded, nuzzling into him.

“Yes. I, myself am also exhausted.”

Halsin blew out the lamp and wrapped one of his strong arms around you, falling asleep almost instantly. You closed your eyes as well, but sleep came harder for you - the nap you took earlier in the day apparently robbing you of sleep this evening.

After an hour of tossing and turning, Halsin’s voice spoke in the dark room. “My love…are you alright? Your stirring woke me.”

You huffed as you moved on your side, throwing your arms at your side in the blankets, “I’m sorry, Halsin. I’m having a hard time falling asleep.”

Halsin was silent for a moment, but you felt him move closer to you, as he had drifted a bit during sleep, an arm wrapping around your waist. He started to pepper kisses on your neck, his breath hot in your ear. Eventually, his hand lightly palmed at your breast, your nipple gently pinched in between his fingers.

“Well…if you can’t sleep…maybe we can make use to the extra time given to us.” He whispered in your ear, rolling your nipple in his hand. Your heart fluttered, but you felt your stomach drop. Gently pushing him away, you turned to him.

“Halsin…” You started, unsure of what to say. This wasn’t the first time Halsin had tried to have sex with you since Lora was born, but every time he had tried previously, your excuses of being tired seemed more plausible. Now that it was five months, you weren’t quite sure what to say.

The hand that palmed your breast found its way to your cheek. “Please, my heart. Talk to me. I don’t want to pry, especially after you have given me the gift of our beautiful daughter…but why won’t you let me make love to you?”

In the darkness, you felt like you could cry. How could you explain to this man - this sweet, caring man - how you felt so uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping together? How you were afraid to show him what your body had become…how you were afraid that, if he saw you, he wouldn’t think of you the same?

It wasn't as if you didn't want to have sex with him - your heart stirred often when you saw him. There were so many nights where you just wanted to reach out to him - to bury his head in between your legs, or take his member in your mouth. Often you were so pent up with sexual frustration that when Halsin left the cottage, and Lora was down for a nap, you had to pleasure yourself in order to find some sort of release.

As his thumb stroked your cheek with such care, you knew it wasn’t fair to him to leave him in the dark like that. To leave him wondering if he had done something wrong, no matter how embarrassing your reasonings seemed.

You swallowed your nerves, placing your hand on his. “My body…” You started, your voice low. You could already feel the tremble in your voice as you held back tears, uncomfortable with your admission of these feelings, “My body is not the same as it was when we first met. When we…first fell in love.”

“Of course it isn’t,” He spoke plainly, “You have given birth, given Lora the gift of life. It is as nature has intended it - change is inevitable, and your body is meant to change when you grow full as one does when pregnant, my love.”

“No, that’s - that’s not what I meant,” You sighed, trying again. “What I mean is…my body is not…as nice as it was when we met. As…beautiful. As…sexy. I’m afraid you’ll look at it and be…disappointed. Dissatisfied.” Though you couldn’t really see him, you cast your eyes down to your sleep shirt, unable to look in the direction of his eyes.

A large span of silence passed. Slowly, he lowered the hand cradling your cheek. Heat rose in your body, flushing your cheeks.

"How...could you say something like that?" Halsin eventually asked, "Your body is beautiful, no matter what it looks like. You think a little softness will deter my yearning for you?"

"It's not just 'softness', Halsin," You said, the tears spilling from your cheeks, "It's...rolls. It's stretchmarks. Dimples and expanded skin where there was none before."

Suddenly, the oil lamp on the bedside table was lit. Halsin stared down on you, his brows furrowed in sadness. He took your face in his hands, kissing away the tears that had spilled.

"Oh, my love," He sighed in between kisses, "If only you could peek inside my heart...inside my brain. So you knew that my words match how I really feel, that I am not exaggerating," Pulling away, he smiled softly and looked into your eyes, "Your body. Is beautiful. It is a beautiful work of nature - of art. Your size does not dictate how badly I want to be inside of you. Your soul does. I love your body in every way it comes...would you stop stirring for me if I had added rolls and marks? If I had dimples on my thighs, or added skin on my belly?"

You smiled at his tenderness, which you always somehow knew he would respond with. "Of course not."

"So please know that when I mean my body stirs for you, I mean it. I would never want you to feel pressured or uncomfortable, but know that I have fantasized about ravaging you ever since the cleric gave us permission to make love after Loradove's birth. If you'll have me...please let me show how much I yearn for you."

You bit your lip, looking at him. He was completely nude - as he slept every night - and was on top of you. The very sight of him was causing an ache in your core, and you pressed your thighs together. Slowly, you leaned your head forward, pressing your lips to his.

At first, it was gentle, but as you felt his body press into yours, you very quickly found yourself get carried away, your tongue pressing into his mouth. Very gladly he opened his mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, and as you felt his erection press into you, you moaned. Nervously, you reached down to the hem of your sleep dress, but desperate to feel Halsin's skin on yours (and to get it over with), you grabbed the dress and pulled it over your head, discarding it on the floor.

There.

It was over with.

The one thing you had been so anxious over - finally being naked with Halsin again - had finally happened. You had discarded your clothes in front of him, being fully naked with him for the first time since you had given birth. Holding your breath - wracked with nerves - you watched his eyes take your body in. He didn't speak for several moments as his eyes moved from your head, all the way to your feet multiple times. He moved one of his hands from behind your back, to slowly tracing lines down your body, sending shivers up your spine. Dipping his head to your body, he started to slowly kiss you, gently planting kisses on your stomach, on your thighs, paying extra attention to the stretchmarks that covered your lower half.

Finally, he looked into your eyes, and you realized they were glassy with tears. He shook his head slowly and he enveloped your lips in a kiss that was so passionate, it knocked the wind out of you. When he pulled away, he cupped your cheeks once more.

"For you to think that you are anything other than beautiful is a thought I never want you to have again," He spoke, his voice low, "I covet every mark, every dimple, every soft roll on your body. Regardless if you gave life or not...your body is a beautiful work of nature, and if I need to make love to you every night in order for you to see it, I will gladly sacrifice." He smiled lightly, kissing you again. Shivers ran up your spine as he lowered his fingers to tease your clit, his fingers weaving in between your folds. Once he felt how wet you were, he moaned into the kiss, "Silvanus help me, you're going to make me finish before I even start."

His touch sent shockwaves through your system - five months of your pent up sexual desires for Halsin were starting to unravel, causing you to careen to your orgasm faster than you ever have in your life. As Halsin rubbed circles on your aching clit, you whimpered, your arms finding their way around his neck. He held you close as he brought you to him, leaning you forward so you were mere inches from his face.

"My gorgeous, gorgeous, girl," He whispered, kissing your temple. The combination of his increasingly deep movements on your clit, and the tender whispered nothings in your ear was leaving you overstimulated.

"Halsin...I'm already close." You whined, gently biting down on his shoulder. He chuckled and growled at the bite, taking his fingers off of your clit and inserting two of them inside your cunt.

"Already? My heart...I'm afraid I will be sending you over the edge many times tonight if that's how long you are going to last." As he pumped into your pussy, you threw your head back, pressing your back into the bed. Quickly, he slid down your body, gently kissing you along the way. He never stopped pumping his fingers, but as soon as his head reached your core, he pressed your legs open with his nose to suck on your clit, taking it in his mouth in its entirety. He moaned loudly, his tongue lapping over your entire pussy, the wet sounds emanating from the two you absolutely sinful.

Arching your back, your vision started to fuzz as you squeezed your eyes shut. As you looked down at Halsin, he seemed absolutely enthralled by you, his face reminiscent of the eating a delicious meal. His fingers curled upwards as he continued to switch between sucking on your clit, to lapping at your folds with his large, flat tongue.

"Gods, I'm going to come!" You whined, gripping his hair as he sucked. He didn't deviate from his movements, completely focused on making you feel his ecstasy. As you bucked your hips into his face, your orgasm crashed around you, Halsin inserting one more finger to pump into you to send you over the edge.

You screamed his name, so loudly you felt like you were going to blackout. Halsin continued on for several moments before he pulled away slowly, taking in the sight of you writhing underneath him. His chest was heaving as he gripped your thighs, his eyes dancing as he took you in. When you finally calmed down enough, you opened your eyes, looking into his.

Immediately, you burst into tears.

"I was so scared to do that." You confessed, your tears spilling over. You laughed, embarrassed, as Halsin leaned forward to kiss you.

"Never," He said, his tongue sliding on your lower lip, "Never be scared with me. Never again."

Resting your hands on his solid chest, you felt your desire focus, watching Halsin stroke his cock above you. You moaned at the sight of him - large, and beautiful, and fucking perfect.

You would never go this long without him again.

"Halsin, if I don't have you inside of me soon, I think I'm going to go crazy." You said, reaching down to help him with his strokes. His mouth fell open and he lolled his head back, murmuring your name. He took your hand from his erect penis to his mouth, kissing it gently before he lined himself up with you.

"Anything you desire, my heart." He said, before taking your hands and pinning them above your head. He held your wrists with one hand as he slowly slid inside of you, never breaking eye contact. The further he slid in, the more you two moaned, brows furrowed. Once he bottomed out, he growled. "Hells - I do not think I'll be lasting too long, either."

You laughed and he chuckled, winking at you before he began to thrust. Slow and deliberate, he grunted with his movements, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

You couldn't help but moan - there was no trying to stay quiet anymore. The past few months of not having Halsin had made you so pent up, that any touch from him seemed to cause your core to stir.

Picking up his pace, the headboard creaked. Halsin palmed at one of your tits, dipping his head to suck on your nipple. You arched your back so he could take you deeper in his mouth, and soon, he started to suck on the skin around your nipple. Heat rushed to your head as waves of pleasure continued to spread throughout your body.

As the two of you fucked, you were sloppy, messy. Noise and juices and movements shared between the two of you with no regard, with no holding back. Both of you were desperate for each other's touch, your whole body felt like it was on fire.

Eventually, as Halsin thrusted into you, he spread your legs with his other hand, abandoning your wrists above your head. After he spread your legs, he pressed one of his large fingers to your clit, circling it slowly.

"You, are so beautiful," He spoke, every word accentuated with a thrust, "The most beautiful creature nature has ever created. The most beautiful creature I have ever seen."

"Gods, Halsin - you make me feel so good. You fuck me so good." Your whimpers were bordering on incoherent as he fucked you, but it didn't matter. You were safe - you were fucking the love of your life, and Hells did it feel good.

"That's it," He spoke, moving your legs so you were on your side. He stopped thrusting for a moment to adjust you, closing your legs on his cock so he could thrust deeper, "That's it, my beautiful goddess," He be began to thrust again, and palmed at your tits, "I love this body. You are so beautiful. I love you."

"I love you too," You moaned, your back arching, gripping the sheets underneath you, "Daddy, I love you."

Halsin's eyes were set ablaze at your words. Your use of Daddy before Lora was around during sex, but you had a feeling that it took on a whole new meaning while you fucked him. He smiled, wiping the sweat from his brow. You could tell by his thrusts that he was nearing his edge, which was soon for Halsin.

It seemed the five months had the same affect on him, too.

"Daddy's fucking you good?" He groaned, grabbing a fistful of your ass. He squeezed hard before winding his hand back, giving you a tight slap on one of your cheeks, "You like it when Daddy fucks you like this?"

"Yes!" You screamed, grabbing hold of his forearm, "Gods, you make me feel so good!"

His grip on your ass tightened as he started to switch between his thrusts - slow and measured, and rough, pounding into you so hard his cock coming in contact with your cunt made a loud SMACK noise with every movement. Your walls clenched around him as he roughly gripped your hips, his hair becoming wet with sweat. Every time you clenched around his cock he growled, a noise that reminded you of an animal - feral, full of wanting.

"You're going to make me come," He said, his chest heaving. The sound of his cock and balls slapping against your wet core filled the room at an increased pace, and he didn't stop. "I'm going to fill you, my heart."

"Fill me," You commanded, looking into his eyes. Halsin groaned and leaned forward, his forehead touching yours. With three more thrusts, he growled and released, filling you with his orgasm. A silent scream came from his lips, followed by him murmuring your name over and over again. He bucked his hips a few more times to drain himself in you before he slowly slid out, immediately cradling you in his arms.

Both of you were panting, sweating, but you didn't care. You were holding on to each other for dear life, thankful for how the night turned out.

Halsin kissed every inch of you from your chest up, cupping your face with the utmost care. Pulling away, he looked at you.

"You put the stars in the sky, my heart," He spoke, gently kissing you. "The moon...the sun...they pale in comparison to your beauty," Gently running his hands over your body, he titled his head, "How do you feel?"

Still catching your breath, you smiled at him, "Incredible. Beautiful." You answered, honestly.

Halsin's face lit up and he pressed a kiss to you again. His tongue found its way into your mouth, and soon, his body was pressing against yours again, his pent up desire found his movements.

"If you give me just a bit of time, I would love to make you feel beautiful again." He spoke, sending shivers up your spine. Brushing a piece of hair out of your face, you were about to reply.

Suddenly, Lora cried from her room. Both of you stopped in your tracks, and when you realized she wasn't going to stop, you bot started to laugh. You went to get up from bed, but Halsin gently pushed you down, springing up himself.

"Rest, my love. I have her," He started to walk out of the room, but turned back quickly, "When I come back into this room, you better not have put your clothes back on."

You giggled and titled your head, feeling seductive for the first time in Gods knows how long, "Mr. Halsin, if you don't watch yourself, you're going to have put yet another baby in me."

Halsin's eyes darkened, and you knew you hit his desires on the head. His cock twitched and he coughed, trying to control himself. "Who says that's not the plan?" He asked, before slipping into Lora's room.

You laid back down on the bed, your breathing returning to normal. From the other room, you heard Halsin speaking softly to your daughter, singing her a lullaby to get her to go back to sleep. Pulling the covers over your body, you relished in the feeling of the blankets on your naked skin. Sighing happily, you moved your legs around in the bed, the sensation spreading warmth throughout your body.

How lucky you were.

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bellaxgiornata · 7 months

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Seeking Forgiveness [Part Two]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.7k

[Full summary and installment list for this series can be found here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: I am so happy to see how much love this series has already gotten! And now part two of this angsty series is finally here! The next installment is already written and will be in Matt's POV. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Curled up on your couch, having made yourself as small as possible, you’d been half-watching the series that you had playing on Netflix. Mostly you’d had it on for the background noise, not wanting to feel quite as alone as you actually were. Eyes closed, you lay there huddled under your softest blanket drifting in and out of sleep. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you'd picked this blanket because it had been Matt’s favorite one at your place, soft even to his senses. The pair of you had curled up on your couch underneath it together countless times in the past.

Turning and burying your face into your pillow, you fought down yet another wave of nausea at the movement and attempted to muffle the whimper that slipped out of you at the thought of Matt. It had only been just over a day since your fight with him which had ultimately ended the relationship. He’d never even reached out to you once he’d eventually returned home Thursday night after dealing with whatever had been more important than staying and talking to you. He hadn’t made a single attempt to discuss the important thing you’d told him you'd needed to talk to him about, either, clearly not finding it important enough to give it his attention. And he obviously must not have cared about how hurt you’d been that night when he'd left–which had seemed very unlike the Matt you’d initially fallen in love with.

He didn’t reach out to you all of Friday, either. Not that it had really come as a surprise to you. Though that hadn’t stopped you from staring at your phone on and off throughout the day, willing him to call and apologize and prove that his behavior lately wasn’t really him. But your phone never rang and that only further cemented your anger at Matt. So you never made an attempt to reach out to him in return. Instead, you’d spent most of your day at work crying or trying not to puke in a bathroom stall, barely able to focus on getting anything done.

If Matt had wanted to talk to you, he’d have reached out and talked to you. Things were over between you both now, that was incredibly apparent. Despite how hurt you were about the way things had ended, and how much you'd been crying over Matt and the breakup along with your current situation, you were also absolutely pissed at Matt, too. Pissed that he had treated you the way he had recently–and pissed at yourself for sticking around long enough thinking that wasn’t Matt. Because it clearly was with how often he’d broken promises to you, even if he’d never been quite like that in the almost year and a half you’d both been together. He’d certainly changed on you, showing you his true self which was too wrapped up in playing savior trying to protect Hell’s Kitchen.

Now it was Saturday morning and you’d woken up feeling exceptionally hormonal and nauseous. You hadn’t even been able to finish the buttered toast you’d made this morning in the hopes of settling your stomach, the taste of it so strong that you found yourself gagging until you’d tossed it in the garbage and opened a window to alleviate the smell of it in your apartment. You’d read about the heightened sense of smell for pregnant women just last night when you’d been researching early pregnancy symptoms and wondering what to expect. Immediately your first reaction was to call Matt, wanting to tell him and make a joke about having super senses just like him. But the moment you’d pulled up his contact on your phone, you’d remembered you couldn’t call him.

You’d spent this morning trying your hardest not to think about him and then inevitably sobbing into your pillow when you failed. You had already flipped it around a handful of times now, but still you couldn’t seem to find a spot to rest your head that wasn’t already soaked from your tears. It didn’t help that you were hungry–almost ravenous–but simultaneously disgusted by the thought of any and all food. You were tired, too. A level of tired you’d never felt before, and you figured your past few nights of poor sleep weren’t the only thing to attribute that to.

All you wanted to do today was sulk on your couch. You’d made an appointment for Tuesday with an obstetrician for your first visit and you’d already placed a grocery order last night–making sure you added prenatals and plenty of fresh fruit to your order. Now you just wanted to wallow in misery for a while and pray that the nausea didn’t last the entirety of the first trimester. You didn’t think you’d survive that on top of dealing with a broken heart.

But all your plans to be lonely and miserable fell right out the window the moment you heard a few knocks sound out from your apartment door behind you. Groaning, you buried your face further into the cold, damp pillow. Half of you hoped it wasn’t Matt, the other half of you wanted to smack him with one of his billy clubs.

“Who’s there?” you called out, words partially muffled by pillow.

“It’s Karen,” the familiar voice replied a little hesitantly. “I brought coffee and bagels.”

You groaned again, the few contents of your stomach swirling around uncomfortably at the thought of either of those things. And you loved coffee and bagels.

Reluctantly you pushed yourself up from the couch, pausing for a moment when you were hit with a surge of dizziness. You moaned pathetically, running a hand across your forehead as you waited it out. When the room finally stopped spinning, you fully rose to your feet before taking your time making your way over to your apartment door.

Opening it, you were greeted with the sight of Karen in casual clothes. Which meant she hadn't gone into the office this morning, though judging by the sad smile on her face as she quickly scanned you over, you knew that she'd heard about the breakup. Or at least suspected it.

"Hey," she greeted you gently, holding up the cardboard coffee holder in one hand and the brown paper bag of bagels in the other. "I brought an offering of comfort."

"So you know?" you asked her.

Stepping to the side, you gestured her into your apartment. Karen didn't hesitate, heading straight towards your living room as you closed the door after her. Slowly you turned, trudging your way to your living room and trying your best not to look like you were going to be sick.

“Suspected,” Karen said, glancing over her shoulder at you. “But now I feel like my suspicions have been confirmed.”

Settling down onto the couch beside Karen, you watched as she reached over towards your coffee table and pulled a coffee out of the holder. Turning towards you, she offered it to you with a warm smile. You reached out, about to accept the cup from her hand–desperate for caffeine–but when the strong aroma of caramel and espresso from the latte hit your nose, you nearly retched. Grimacing, you quickly waved a hand at the coffee, shaking your head and cringing away from it. Karen drew her hand back, sniffing the coffee with a furrow between her brows as she eyed the cup in her hand.

"You usually get caramel lattes, right?" she asked, glancing up at you in confusion.

"Yeah, I just–just don't feel like coffee right now," you lied.

"Okay," Karen replied slowly, setting the coffee back down on your coffee table. "So do you want to tell me what happened?” she asked, picking up her own coffee and focusing back on you. “Because Matt was…an absolute mess at the office yesterday. I mean, granted, he’s been coming in looking like shit for awhile now, but he seemed half alive yesterday. Wouldn't say why, either, but I had a feeling it involved you.” She paused, her blue eyes surveying you closely. “And judging by the fact that it looks like you've been crying, I'm guessing it does."

You sighed, gaze dropping down towards your lap. There was no point in hiding the breakup. Not from Karen. She was too perceptive and you knew one way or another she’d figure it out. Plus, it would feel good to not feel alone for just a bit.

“Yeah, we broke up,” you confessed. “Thursday night. And it was…awful.”

She gasped, the noise drawing your focus up towards her on the couch beside you. Her hand had frozen with her coffee cup just before her lips, her eyes wide in shock. A second later her cup was lowering back to her lap, her left hand darting out and grabbing yours.

“Are you serious?” she asked. “What the hell happened? I thought you two were doing so well together?”

Shrugging, you felt a lump forming in your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but stubbornly it refused to disappear.

“We had been until a couple of months ago when things gradually began to go downhill,” you told her. “I knew about him going out as Daredevil. Obviously I had always known about that since we’d started dating. And it hadn’t been an issue because there’d always been compromise in the relationship. But over the past couple of months he’d slowly been going out more and more,” you explained, feeling the tears starting to burn at your eyes yet again this morning. “Until he was going out every single night. For a couple of weeks straight. And he kept repeatedly promising me he’d make time for me over and over, but then he kept forgetting or making excuses and going out as Daredevil instead. And it just–just got to be too much, you know?”

Karen nodded, squeezing your hand gently in hers. “So you ended things with him?” she asked. “Because he kept choosing Daredevil over you?”

You pulled a face at her question, quickly shaking your head. “What? No,” you answered. “I told him I needed to talk to him about something important and he decided that running around as Daredevil was more important than being there for me. And I practically begged him to stay in, Karen. And you know what he did?”

“Something very dumb and Matt-like?” she guessed.

“He got pissed at me like it was all my fault because I didn’t accept what he does as Daredevil!” you exclaimed, anger soon replacing your sadness. “Which is utter bullshit because I have always been supportive of him. Always there to help patch him up and clean the blood off of him at the end of his nights. Making sure he actually ate dinner and helping him remember upcoming appointments because he was always so distracted. Offering him comfort whenever he needed it after a difficult night. And I never once asked him to stop despite how much I worried about him.”

Your right hand curled into a fist in your lap, the memory of the way Matt had spoken to you the other night flooding back. Gritting your teeth together, your focus dropped down to your lap.

“I loved him–loved him even as Daredevil. But I needed him that night, Karen,” you ground out, a tear slipping down your cheek despite your rage. “And I told him that. And yet he still chose to walk out on me.”

Karen was silent beside you for a long moment, her hand tightening around yours. Raising your right hand up, you wiped away a few stray tears with the back of it. You sniffled, your body feeling a confusing mess of anger and sadness that had you wanting to scream and throw everything in your apartment but also curl up in your bed and sleep away your pain.

“What did you need to talk to him about?” Karen asked softly.

Your hand froze mid-swipe of a tear on your cheek as her question broke the silence. Slowly your eyes slid up, landing on Karen’s knowing blue ones. It was like she already could see right through you to the answer. Yet again you realized there was no point trying to hide something from her, especially because you knew you could confide the truth in her.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

Karen inhaled a sharp breath at your confession, nodding her head slowly in response. Once again you tried to swallow that lump in your throat which now seemed almost permanently stuck there in the silence that followed.

“So he doesn’t know?” she eventually asked.

You shook your head. “No,” you answered. “I found out Thursday morning. Told him earlier in the day that I really needed to talk to him. But he wouldn’t stay and talk that night. He was rude and mean and then he just left. Never tried to reach out to me afterwards. So we’re just…done. And now I’m trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to raise a child alone in the city.”

Her brows shot up in surprise onto her forehead. “Alone? Why would you be raising it alone? Are you not going to tell Matt he has a child?” she questioned.

Expression shifting quickly, you shot Karen a flat look. “Come on, Karen,” you said. “Of course I’ll tell him. But let’s be real here. Matt isn’t going to want to be a father. The man barely takes care of himself. He can’t even commit to a relationship without messing up his priorities. You think he’d want the responsibilities of having a child? Because I sure as shit don’t. Not after seeing him the other night.”

“Okay, yes,” she agreed, nodding again as she reached over to set her undrank coffee onto your coffee table. “He’s definitely got his flaws. But we’re talking about Matt here. He’s got a big heart underneath all that stubborn, self-flagellating bullshit. He would never turn his back on you–” she abruptly raised a hand to cut you off the moment you’d opened your mouth to counter her comment, “ –or at the very least, his own child.”

You shook your head, running hand across your forehead. Karen meant well, you knew that, but she was wrong. She hadn’t seen him going out every single night, fixated on that stupid Russian mafia like you had for weeks now. She hadn’t seen him that night when he’d talked to you the way he had. A couple of weeks ago, you’d never have believed that was Matt, either.

“I don’t think he’d not have a relationship with his own child,” you told her slowly, “but Matthew Murdock would never want to be a father. There is nothing more important to him than this goddamn city that he thinks he has to protect. So yes,” you stated, “I’m clearly doing this on my own, Karen.”

A slow, sad smile spread over her lips at your words. Shifting uncomfortably on the couch under her stare, your gaze darted over to the unopened bag of bagels on your coffee table. Your stomach gave a hungry lurch at the smell of the cream cheese. Reaching out, you grabbed the bag and immediately began to open it.

“This is the first thing that has smelled good in days ,” you told her.

She laughed lightly, picking her coffee back up and taking a drink. You immediately pulled out one of the packages, ripping it open before tearing a large bite out of the bagel. Somehow it tasted exponentially better than you remembered bagels ever tasting before.

“Have them both,” Karen urged. “I take it you’ve been experiencing pregnancy symptoms already then?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed out, chewing a bite of bagel before swiftly swallowing it down. “I feel like I’m always nauseous and tired. And I’ve been getting headaches nonstop. I’m hungry but almost everything I normally eat sounds and smells absolutely disgusting lately. I couldn’t even stomach buttered toast this morning–I had to open a window just to get the smell out of the apartment.”

Karen winced beside you. “That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, it is,” you replied. “And I researched other symptoms common in pregnancy, and you know what? They don’t sound much better, either.”

Karen’s fingers drummed lightly on her coffee cup as she chewed her lip, eyeing you. You continued to devour the bagel in your hands, your eyes narrowing as you watched her. Eventually one of your brows raised at her in a silent question.

“I don’t know if this is a stupid question,” Karen began cautiously, “but are you…excited at all? About being pregnant? I mean, I know this clearly wasn’t planned and it's all new to you still if you only found out on Thursday but…you’re having a baby. Have you–have you processed that yet?”

Lowering the bagel down to your lap, you let Karen’s question settle in your mind. You really hadn’t given that too much thought in the few days since you’d found out you were pregnant. Admittedly you’d been too focused on initially trying to tell Matt the news. But then when that didn’t go as planned, you’d been trying to deal with the pain of a broken heart while trying to set up an appointment for an obstetrician and also trying to read up on information about early pregnancy. You really hadn’t thought too much about your feelings.

You knew for a fact you wanted this baby, though. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about that. Not that you had issues with the alternative, but you’d known the moment you’d seen those two pink lines on that pregnancy test that you were keeping it. No matter what that meant.

“I haven’t really thought about it, no,” you admitted quietly. “But I do know I want this.”

Nervously chewing your lip, you wondered how Karen would feel about a big reason that you were so certain. Would you sound ridiculous considering how things had ended with you and Matt? Was it ridiculous? You weren’t entirely sure of the answer yourself.

“I don’t really know how to explain it but…as angry as I am at Matt and as much as I’m trying to move on from him,” you slowly admitted aloud, “I know there’s–there’s always going to be feelings there for him. That some part of me will always love him. And this baby–” you continued, your left hand unconsciously landing affectionately over your abdomen as your eyes began to water, “–it's a part of him. A part of us . Back when things were good between us. And even though this pregnancy wasn’t planned and it’s not what I would’ve initially chosen to have happen right now, I can’t help but love this child already.” Lips trembling, your gaze dropped down towards your abdomen, your hand continuing to gently rub across the top of it. “I can’t help but already love the fact that it’s both Matt and I in there. Even if I want to scream and slap the shit out of him right now for how much he hurt me.”

A few more tears slipped out of your eyes and you sniffled, turning your head and wiping the dampness on your cheeks onto the sleeve of your shirt. You felt Karen’s hand gently grasping yours again, the one you had resting over your belly. Glancing back towards her, you saw her send you a watery smile herself, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “you know you’re not alone going through all of this. I’m always here for you. And whenever you tell Fog and Marci, I know they both will be, too. I know I can’t speak for Matt, but know that you’ve always got us.”

Your heart twisted in your chest at her promise. The pain of Matt not being in the picture was a sharp contrast to the love you felt right now from your friends about this situation. A smile gradually spread across your face, tears still trailing their way warm and wet down your cheeks. Though this time not entirely from sadness, but also from gratitude that your time with Matt had at least brought you such wonderful friends.

“Thank you, Kare,” you croaked out, reaching across the couch and quickly wrapping her in a hug. “You don’t know how much that means to me to hear. This is…definitely scary trying to navigate alone right now.”

“Well I’ll always be here for you,” she promised again, hugging you tightly back. “ Especially when you need someone to go baby shopping with you or to help put together a baby registry for that shower you know Marci and I are going to throw you. And I’d love to help you pick out little outfits for a girl or a boy anytime.”

You laughed, touched by her enthusiasm as the tears fell a little harder. You eventually pulled away from Karen, wiping a hand across your eyes as you tried to will them to finally stop falling. You’d already spent too much time crying this morning as it was.

“I think it’s a bit longer before I know the gender,” you told her, the faint smile still on your face. “But maybe an impromptu baby shopping trip is in the cards soon. Once I get a little farther along.”

“How far are you?” she asked curiously.

Her blue eyes dropped down towards your stomach, though you knew there wasn’t a baby bump visible yet.

“Nearing six weeks,” you answered, your smile growing a little wider. “At eight weeks I’ll have the first ultrasound, which I’m honestly a little excited for because I think it’ll make this all feel even more real.” Your eyes dropped back down to your abdomen, the smile still lingering on your lips. “And that’s when I’ll get to see them for the first time. Hear their heartbeat.”

At the mention of your baby’s heartbeat, a sharp pang hit you straight in the chest. Your smile faltered instantly as a thought struck you in that very moment.

Matt wouldn’t need one of those machines to hear their heartbeat.

Your jaw clenched tight, your hand gripping firmly around the partially finished bagel you were still holding. More thoughts suddenly began to race through your mind as you sat there on your couch, briefly forgetting Karen was even there.

How would Matt feel when he heard his own child’s heartbeat for the first time? Would it affect him at all? Enough to ever make something else more important to him than just Hell’s Kitchen?

Because after the other night, you didn’t think anything could do that.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock angst #matt murdock #daredevil

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loganthrives · 14 days

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RimWorld: Anomaly

I want to tell y'all a story.

So. RimWorld's fourth DLC Anomaly released this week, and for the past two days I've been playing it almost non-stop. I'll put it below the cut because its obviously a crapton of spoilers, but I'm just kind of blown away at how much story this DLC adds to the infamous story generator game.

Like, I have over 4,000 hours in this game and this is the first time that its felt like its telling me an actual story.

Spoilers ahead! TW: child death in the context of this cruel cruel video game:

I had this colonist join named Bristle who was described as a "leathery stranger" with a unique ability - he can blow up animals (and people, presumably) with his mind into hunks of twisted flesh. I said, sure, why not! Join my colony, what's the worst that could happen?!

Well, the worst that could happen is he went and studied a monolith on the beach outside of my base and it teleported him into a strange grey labyrinth. Pretty much just as soon as he got here, he's now trapped in some kinda void maze. Great!

It took me a couple of rooms before I noticed the markings on the floor, so once I realized I could read them I examined every single one I could find.

The messages are... Evocative, but they start giving me names. I'm wondering this whole time, who is Raisa? And who is Tom? I checked all of my colonists - I don't have anyone by either name. Are they people I should know? Or... People I haven't met yet?

Fortunately, because Bristle had literally just joined my colony, he came with his own rifle and 12x fine meals, so he could actually bum around and hang out in the labyrinth for a pretty long time. I ended up mapping out the entire thing before his last 6 meals disappeared from his inventory.

I found a couple rooms with fleshspikes - those are these pink little flesh monsters with a giant protruding spike coming out of their heads? - but thanks to Bristle's ability to explode creatures with his mind, I just... Exploded it.

I also found a couple groves of trees underground, a couple of horses randomly, and some bottomless pits. I was tempted to walk over one just to see what would happen (and savescum out of it ofc), but I didn't end up doing it.

I'm really concerned about Tom and Raisa though. Are they okay? Did they make it out?

I'm especially concerned about Tom. That... Doesn't sound okay.

And then I push through yet another door.

This is Raisa... And Tom.

I gasped out loud in real life. Nora came over to check on me because holy shit, that's so sad. Suddenly their notes makes sense. The obelisk abducted a woman and her child, and they got stuck in here for who knows how long. The wounds they had indicated that a fleshspike had done this to them.

I went to the exit - I had found it earlier, I just wanted to keep exploring. Thankfully, everything that had been left behind was kicked out of the labyrinth with Bristle when it collapsed on itself and the obelisk itself vanished from sight.

Including Raisa and Tom. I had to give them a proper burial. Wish I could've done more.

The messages were all from Raisa after she lost her son Tom.

I had done the two researchers one ghoul story start because I wanted to dive right into the DLC, and one of those researchers, Rose, arrived pregnant. Baby Thorn is almost three years old and still doesn't have a name.

Its kind of funny, because when I first landed she idly wandered near the monument, and I had one of those gamer coincidences where she walked by it right at the same time I got the notification that she was pregnant.

So I wound up continuing this colony even though it was a crap start, thinking I'd get some kind of void baby out of the deal? Nope, normal baby, normal birth. He's just chilling in his crib being looked after by the whole community as happy as can be. She must've been pregnant on the screen where I selected her for my colony and I just missed that detail.

Another funny thing about this kid, is that his father is Unknown, and apparently Rose's ex was the ghoul Kaito that I also started with. So, presumably, it was her ghoul (ex) husband's son, but the game's code doesn't seem to be able to link him as the other parent, either because he's a ghoul or because it happened as part of the game's starting conditions. Also she's actually gay on her character sheet, so I dunno how that worked for them? Ehh, I'm not gunna judge.

Anyways, I'm thinking about naming him Tom.

Here's hoping he has a long and full life.

#rimworld #anomaly #anomaly spoilers #tw: death of a young child #in a video game #I see that as potentially triggering even still #anyways I'm invested

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for cutting off a work friend?

A few months ago, I made a friend at work that was actually my friend and not just a work friend. We would go and hang out, we got our significant others to come with us on outings, it finally seemed like I had a real connection with someone my age. My spouse made mention after our last outing that it didn't really feel like we (my spouse and I) were contributing to meaningful conversation, like my friend and her boyfriend would listen to us for about 3 seconds before they got bored and started talking to each other and not us. I had noticed it too but I was so happy to be hanging out that I brushed it off. She would also text me on my days off, but only about work. It seemed like all we talked about was work despite how I was always saying that talking about work off the clock was distressing to me.

Two weeks ago, one of our coworkers called out sick. Both my friend and I are supervisors, and I was off when this happened so my friend was pestering this girl about why she called out. She then texts ME (on my day off) to say that the sick girl was pregnant and that's why she called out. I didn't really see why I needed to know that,as long as sick girl had her doctor's note she was fine and she did so I didn't care. Over the course of my weekend (2 days), my friend had told every other employee in our department that this girl was pregnant, and I don't find out about it until I get back to work and pregnant girl comes to me crying about how everyone knows this extremely private shit about her. I'm horrified. I also found out through pregnant girl that my friend had lied to me about the way she got the information. She had harassed and called and texted pregnant girl endlessly until she got the information out of her, and then messaged everyone else on either snapchat or texts "Hey don't tell anyone but [Name] is pregnant".

My "friend" was off that day so I spent the whole day and the following 2 days cleaning up this mess, which is when I found out more from others.

I had recently taken a week off for very bad back pain, so bad I could not do my job properly. I had gotten it approved and worked through my pain up until my week off, and all through the week my "friend" was texting me about work and even tried to call me in, which made the others mad on my behalf because they knew how much pain I was in. All during this week I was gone, she was talking about how I never do anything at work and that I should've just worked through the pain because now she "had to work 7 days in a row". First, she volunteered to come in on the weekend to work because that's the only two days that I managed the floor by myself and our manager certainly wasn't coming in on the weekend, which is how she got to that many hours.

Second, I do the MOST at this job. We're at a restaurant and I will host, expo, serve, bus, reset tables and I have the other servers repeatedly tell me that I do the most out of any manager, so fucking try again with that "she doesn't do anything" shit.

This made me so upset that I decided then and there that I would be civil, but I would only talk about work at work and answer emergency calls. I didn't feel comfortable hanging out with someone who so readily trash talks me when I'm out sick and so easily tells others big secrets that shouldn't be shared. And it tears me up inside because I thought we were friends, she was my only friend that is not my spouse and my neighbor, and she was the only one my age. I pretty much leave her on read for every text she sends me unless it's a work question, and she just told me she's going to quit soon. I know for certain it's because pregnant girl is filing a lawsuit against her for abusing her supervisor status to obtain and then share private medical information, but I shouldn't care. I don't want to care because she hurt me. I was halfway tempted to tell her I'm glad she's quitting but I'm not really only because now we're going to be even shorter staffed as school starts back up and all our servers go back to school.

TLDR: I refuse to contact my co-worker outside of work because she betrayed my trust and another girl's trust, now she's quitting work so I'm going to be cutting contact with her completely. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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yantalia545 · 1 year

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Yandere Axis + Russia with an accidental pregnancy

Germany:

Oh man, Germany is one of the last people on earth who would want a child. Not that he doesn’t like children. It’s just that he doesn’t know the first thing about them and after years of war and suspicion of others, he’s not the most in touch with feelings. Which is why he took you in the first place.

Germany is a careful man and made sure to take all the precautionary measures he could to ensure this exact thing wouldn’t happen, but lord and behold somehow this child had managed to worm their way past them all. Either this child is persistent or fate just can’t give Germany a break

However it happened, Germany is going to hit the books like he does in any situation he doesn’t understand. No matter how many book, baby help blogs, and news letters he can find though, he just can’t sink the feeling that he won’t be a good enough father to his unborn child.

He’ll expect the same thing from you. He’s read dozens of times over how naïve parenting is the leading cause of early death and he won’t have that happen to his child. You’ll be expected to read too. He may even sign you up for parenting lessons or get you private trainer if you’re still being house trained.

Germany had also read the common side effects of going through a pregnancy and is well prepared for that. Ice and heat pads, supporting pillows, pregnancy safe vitamins. He’ll even satisfy any food cravings you may have just as long as you been well behaved and taking your pregnancy seriously.

If you thought Germany was controlling before you got pregnant then think again. This man is going to literally hover over you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or your child. He’ll even start controlling your diet to ensure that you give birth to a strong and healthy baby.

When the baby does finally come, all hell breaks loose. Germany will have a hard time adjusting to his new lifestyle of raising a child. He’s just never handled something so small and fragile before. He may have thought you were that way too and that’s why he had to take things into his own hands to protect you, but this is just a whole new level. For the first few weeks, Germany can hardly even hold his own child without thinking of every possible thing that could hurt you or his child.

I hope you enjoyed your time outside while you could because you’re not going to be having any of that for at least the next few years or so. Germany just can’t control his fear of something tremendous happening to the either of you so he’s taking every precaution he can. Heightened security, baby proofing everything in the house, and him only working from home being just a few of the things he’s changed.

The two of you are now his whole world now. Can’t you see that he’s only doing these things because of how much he loves the two of you?

Italy:

Very sneaky this one. He may or may not have either poked a hole in the condom or purposely forgot to put one on the last few times he’s did the deed with you.

He just can’t help it! He just wanted a little bambina so badly and you kept saying no, so what else could he do! Not even his puppy eyes and hours of dragging you through baby stores would change your mind. How could you not see that tiny human clothes are just so dang cute!?

When you found out about his sneaky deed you were very upset, but it was nothing a little, okay few hours, of forced snuggling couldn’t fix. It may have taken quite a few of those. Italy did start to cry when you started to yell at him, but he would never do anything to hurt you.

Italy was never one to punish you even before your pregnancy so your mood swings would be dealt with hug therapy and gaslighting. How can you still be mad about it after two weeks!? Shouldn’t you be happy to have a baby?

It has to be a girl. Italy hopes and prays everyday and night of your pregnancy that your child turns out to be a girl. He was nothing more than to dress her up in cute outfits and paint the days away.

Weirdly surprising though, when his little girl does finally arrive he’s an outstanding father; Helping with feedings, changing, and calming down his fussy baby. Italy’s a pro at them all. He may or may not have gotten a lot of advice from Hungary while you were pregnant though.

Did I mention spoiled. Italy is going to spoil the crap out of his little bambina. Dozens of adorable outfits that match the whole family or just mommy and daughter, a whole room dedicated to art and play, ice-cream before dinner when your child is old enough. There’s little to nothing that he won’t do for you and his daughter. Well, except maybe do anything without him. He just wants to join in on the fun too.

Japan:

Although he wasn’t expecting it, he will use it to his full advantage. Japan will most certainly use your child as a reason to permanently glue to him. It would be a terrible thing to separate or abandon your own child. So many children become traumatized from experiences like that. You wouldn’t want that to happen to your own child now, would you? You want to be a good mother and give your child the best life full of happiness and love.

Like Germany, Japan also doesn’t know the first thing about raising a child, but he won’t ever stop trying to be the best father and give his child someone they can look up to in life.

If you’ve been good, you may be able to use your pregnancy to your own advantage as well. More time outside, picking out your child’s necessities, even foods you’ve been dying to have. Japan would gladly give you them all in order to support a healthy pregnancy and have something to bond over.

Just don’t go thinking that more outside and public time will get you anywhere close to escaping him. With your pregnancy, Japan is going to be more inclined to watching over you and his unborn child.

If you think he took a lot of photos in the past, then girl you don’t know what’s up cuz it only gets worse the further along you get in the pregnancy. A maternity photoshoot is a must with him. Japan wants to savor every moment he can and use any opportunity he can go get close to you.

When he holds his newborn child in his arms for the very first time, something in him just clicks. It’s like a hole inside him that he didn’t even know was there was suddenly filled. This child. A product of the both of you formed into one being. Is this...what it feels like to be a father?

Photos. Pictures upon pictures, sketches and paintings alike will be dedicated solely on you and your child. To him, the three of you together are the most perfect moments in his life. Why would he not want to capture every moment he can in permeate ink? And you were so perfect. Watching you with his child never failed to make his heart swell. You’ve even began to open up to him like you did before your kidnapping. Was this just the thing you two needed to bring the two of you together?

Russia:

I could see Russia on both ends of the spectrum. Maybe this was on purpose, maybe it was just because this man has never heard of condoms before, unless it’s to mess with America.

Either way, Russia is going to love every moment of it as well as take advantage of it.

Now that you are bearing his child, there’s no way you can leave him now. This child is the ultimate symbol of your love for each other, so why are you crying? He’s watched you in the past with children,(Most likely without your knowledge), so he knew from the very start of it all that you would make a very fine mother. Your nurturing personality may have been what started his obsession with you in the first place.

Russia already was the type to keep you close, so of course, that only doubles when he finds out your pregnant with his child. He wants be with you every step of the way and make sure your safe at all times. Nothing bad will ever come to you or his child.

Speaking of which, you will begin to notice that the staffing around here has been cut tremendously. The only people you notice that are left around here are the Baltics, but don’t count on them. They’ve been wiped into shape long before you even got there of the boundaries they must abide by when around you and to alert Russia of any interactions you guys have.

Don’t get my wrong, the Baltics do feel remorse for you. In fact, their even more horrified for you when finding out about your pregnancy. Or maybe it was due to their fear of a spawn of Russia running around the place. One Russia was already terrifying enough for them, they most certainly don’t need another.

Security was already close to nonexciting in Russia’s home. After all, no one was better suited to protect you than Russia himself. That and, Russia is easily jealous of others when it comes to you, so he was already looking for ways to minimize your interaction with others.

When your child is finally brought in the world. Russia becomes ecstatic. At last, he finally has the family he’s always dreamed of. He may even breakdown into tears Russia didn’t even know he had when holding his newborn child for the very first time.

Anything and Everything he does will always involve you and his child. The world outside is cold and harsh, but inside, it’s warmed by the love you all share for each other. At least in Russia’s demented mind. So why would anyone ever want to run or hide away.

Although, I can’t shake the feeling of how amusing Russia will find it to beat the Baltics for making his child cry. Even if it was because they took away something that could potentially hurt the child. In Russia’s mind, they made one of his most precious possessions cry and now they must be punished! ^J^

He’ll stand over their beaten forms with his trusty metal pipe in one hand and his giggling child in the other. The way they clap their hands and laugh hysterically at their father’s work is more than enough to make Russia smile for the rest of the day. Much to yours and the Baltics horror.

#hetalia #hetalia russia #hetalia germany #Hetalia Japan #hetalia italy #yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere russia #yandere germany #yandere japan #yandere italy

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mageofseven · 11 months

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Our Child: My Turn

Mammon mpreg

Mammon's turn! Let's see how he and MC end up having Mammon carry their daughter Cassia!

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"Mammon..."

The demon was staring at the pregnancy test in the tense woman's hand, brain buffering worse than a YouTube video.

"You...shit." The man cursed, instantly regretting it as he looked up and saw his girlfriend crying. "Babe I--c'mere."

The woman hid her face in the crook of her boyfriend's neck as the greed demon was internally panicking.

He didn't mean to make her cry, honest! When his brain finally realized what he was looking at, all the man could think was how he fucked up once again.

He and MC have literally only been dating for the last month and sleeping together for the last two months. The demon kept telling himself he'd read up on the that birth control rune he's heard about, but just kept forgetting to do it.

Now it's too late; he knocked his girlfriend up and caused her to cry...

Moments like this, Mammon really felt like his brothers were right about him; he was scummy, the lowest of the low, and his stupidity and selfishness has resulted in his Human carrying his kid

Something neither of them was ready for. I mean they only just started dating! And now he's gone and ruined everything.

"I'm sorry, babe; I fucked up, I know it..."

"No!" MC jumped back to meet his eyes. "No, it's my fault; I'm the one pregnant--"

"And I'm the one who put the kid 'n ya."

The demon brought her closer to him once more and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I ain't goin' anywhere, babe." He promised softly. "Whatever you wanna do, I'm here for ya, got that?"

MC nodded as she sniffled.

Honestly, neither of them knew what to do. MC wanted time to think things over and of course Mammon was okay with this.

The man's anxiety was high for weeks and MC's wasn't any better. The couple didn't say another word another word about it, about the baby slowly growing in MC. The human never brought it up and her boyfriend was worried he'd make things worse if he tried to talk about it when all the woman wanted was time to think.

During this time, neither person brought up their dilemma to the other brothers; MC was terrified of what they'd think of her and also didn't want the other brothers hovering over her while she had such a big decision to make. Mammon, on the other hand, was scared shitless of what Lucifer was going to do to him when he found out and, in truth, he really didn't want his younger brothers giving him shit for it either.

MC's morning sickness started making things difficult though.

Obviously, it wasn't the woman's fault, but she was puking so much during the day that it would be weird if the other brothers didn't notice.

At first, they worried that the human had the flu. All of the brothers hovered around her after a bout of morning sickness.

Lucifer had the twins go grab some meds for nausea from the kitchen and felt the woman's forehead with an ungloved hand.

No matter what MC said to the other men, they wouldn't leave her alone. Saying she was 'fine' was not an acceptable answer since they knew she had been puking.

Both MC and Mammon were on edge, but neither could figure out how to get the others to leave her alone.

Lucifer could tell the two were hiding something and was losing patience with the couple.

"Are either of you two going to tell me what's going on or do we really need to take the long way around and make things worse?"

Devil, the second brother felt like shit. He couldn't bring himself to say it though. I mean yeah, this was his secret, but it was also MC's and it was his girlfriend who wanted it to be a secret to begin with.

Because of this, the demon couldn't say anything to his brother.

"Damn it..." He cussed under his breath, his older brother's eyes still drilling into him.

"...I'm pregnant." MC said softly.

All eyes jumped to the human in surprised before darting back to Mammon

And boy, if looks could kill...

MC rushed over to her boyfriend and stood in front of him, as if she could stop the onslaught of judgement from his brothers with her body alone.

"Guys, just don't." She begged them. "It's me, I'm the stupid one, I--"

"Babe."

MC glanced over her shoulder and found her boyfriend staring intensely at her, surprising the human.

He stepped around the woman and pulled her close to him.

"This ain't on you. You can't take the blame for me." He turned to his brothers, his arms still around. "Yeah, I fucked up, okay? I fucked up like I always do and it's worse, I know."

His eyes rested on Lucifer's.

"But I ain't leaving her. I'm takin' responsibility and doin' whatever she needs me to do." He said to his older brother. "Punish me, tie me to the ceiling, scream my name and how I fucked up again...but I'm gonna stay by her and do whatever she needs from me."

The room was quiet. Lucifer pursed his lips as he stared at his younger brother.

Finally, Lucifer stepped forward and laid his hand on Mammon's shoulder, causing the younger demon to flinch.

"I'm proud of you."

...what?

It took the younger brother a second to realize what he heard and another to realize it wasn't the pride demon's weird attempt at a joke.

"...why?" Mammon instantly regretted his words, worried about being called stupid for the billionth time.

"Mistake or not, you're owning up to it." Lucifer told him. "You are standing by MC's side just as you should; you're there for her."

Lucifer took his arm back and folded them across his chest.

"However, what is it that you two plan on doing about this?"

Mammon looked over at MC, whose head was hanging low.

'Shit.' The greed demon thought.

He could tell this conversation was upsetting her, but he also knew all they could do at this point is finish it up so he can focus on comforting her.

"She--"

"I want this baby." The human looked from Lucifer to her boyfriend. "I want this baby, Mammon."

His chest tightened, but he still pulled her in for a hug as she cried.

The couple didn't notice it, but the oldest brother quietly led the others out, giving the two some time alone.

Now that it was decided, the couple had a long road ahead of them 😅

MC's morning sickness only got worse. Even when she entered the second trimester, she was still puking non-stop.

To make things worse, she couldn't eat anything without with it coming back up immediately. It was a battle just trying to keep the woman from getting dangerously dehydrated and getting food in her was nearly impossible.

Mammon tried to comfort his girlfriend, but in truth, the man was terrified. Things did not look good for his Human or their child.

Hell, MC was losing weight. That's not supposed to happen with pregnancy.

This led to Satan using the diagnostic rune on the human...and learning just how fragile they were. Both mother and daughter (as they all learned now) were incredibly weak. At this point, either MC was gonna miscarry and lose the baby or they were both going to die.

Mammon was a mess. In his mind, his fuck up just became so much worse and he was about to lose both of his girls. This was a period where MC became the one comforting him instead of the other way around.

Satan promised to look into solutions for the couple, but even he didn't seem too sure he could help.

Days went by. MC became weaker. Mammon didn't leave her side a single time.

On the fourth day, the blonde knocked on the couple's door and ask Mammon to talk to him out in the hall. The greed demon complained, but stepped out with him

And discovered that the wrath demon actually found a way of saving MC.

The method...honestly made the second brother uncomfortable, but he was desperate and up for anything.

The two men opened the bedroom and Satan winced at the state he saw MC in: barely conscious and struggling to breath; that was how weak the woman has become.

The blonde checked her over with the diagnostic rune once more just in case. Both the woman and the child were in a really bad condition and at this point, it was just a race of who died first: MC or her daughter.

Satan hurried with the preparations, drawing the ritual runes on both MC and Mammon before taking MC's shirt off completely (both men were sorry!) and laying her on top of Mammon, bringing the two stomach to stomach.

Honestly, the men couldn't be sure if MC could hear them while in this state, but they talked to her and explained what they were doing, albeit in a rushed way.

When Satan started the chanting, MC cried out and feebly tried to push away from her boyfriend; the human had no clue what was happening and only felt the strange feeling in her belly that made her panic.

Mammon continued to hold her close and kept apologizing, begging her to stay still and saying it'll be over soon. The woman only heard a bit of his words.

Eventually, the sensation left the woman and traveled to her boyfriend. The sensitive man whined and panted from the intense feeling in his stomach that was making his lower torso expand.

It was overwhelming and scary to the boyfriend, but he never let go of MC or asked Satan to stop.

Finally, the blonde stopped the chanting and the ritual was complete. Mammon now carried his weakened daughter in his new belly.

Satan rushed to get a potion for MC, one that wasn't safe for her originally because of her pregnancy, but now just might save her life.

Mammon gently slid the woman off him and pulled blanket over her bare chest.

The blonde came back with the potion and put it up to her lips, making her drink the bottle's content.

It only took a moment after the bottle was finished for MC's breathing to become more stable.

From there, the woman slept for awhile before waking up, feeling like she was starving, but strangely not nauseated.

That's when she noticed it--her belly was gone.

The woman started to panic. Where's her baby??? Did she miscarry???? Was it all some bad nightmare???

The door clicked open and in came Mammon with a tray of food for her (Asmo cooked and made him take the food to her), a blush on his face

...and a belly he never had before.

"Mammon?" The woman's eye were wide.

Her boyfriend carried the tray over to her and laid it on her lap.

"Please just eat, babe." He said softly.

The woman wanted to push things, but the look in his eyes, the softness of his tone...she couldn't help but just do what she was told.

MC quietly ate the food while Mammon sat at the end of the bed and covered his new belly with his arms.

Minutes went by and the human couldn't stand it anymore.

"Mammon..." She tried again, lowering her soup spoon. "What happened?"

Her boyfriend closed his eyes.

"You...you almost died." He said softly.

MC started to panic again.

"I...Mammon! Where's our daughter?" She begged. "Please, please don't tell me she--"

"She's fine." The man gave a sad smile before patting his new belly. "Papa's got her now."

That's when he told her about the emergency ritual and how he's now the pregnant one in the relationship.

MC was shocked; she didn't think such a ritual could have existed, but she was definitely seeing the outcome of it.

"But...is she okay? Are you?"

"We're fine, babe." Mammon assured her. "Babygirl needs a few days to chill and get nutrients from me or whatever, but Satan said she'll be fine."

The woman tried to move the tray from her lap so she could crawl closer to him, but was still too weak to move it.

"'Ey! None of that!" He scolded her for the attempt. "You gotta be gettin' your strength back, got it?"

After months of seeing her starve and then watching her almost die, this man wasn't taking any chances.

Once she finished her food, Mammon set the tray aside on his dresser before laying down with the human and pulling her close.

MC couldn't help staring his belly, making the demon blush.

"You're really...carrying our daughter?" She asked softly. "You did this...to save me?"

"'Course I did! How could I just go and let you two die on me?"

"You really do love me, don't you?"

Mammon let it slip and said the big L word not long before they discovered she was pregnant. They hadn't even dated for a full month at the time so instead of saying it back, MC just told him he was sweet and kissed his cheek

But...his words were real. Tears filled the woman's eyes, causing her boyfriend to wipe each one that fell with his thumb.

"C'mon, none of that." He told her as he wiped another away. "'Course I love you. I never woulda said so if I didn't, now would I?"

MC leaned in and hugged her boyfriend as tight as she could in her weaken state before laying her hand on his belly.

"I love you too, Mammon." She whispered. "So, so much."

Things between the couple were great there on out. MC slowly gained weight and was able to eat properly again.

Mammon's body was able to handle the pregnancy better than the human's and didn't suffer through the same intense nausea she did. That is not to say he didn't have issues with his new body however.

Hell, finding out his dick up and left him scared the man the point where he screamed when he found out. Yeah, it was good that his daughter had a proper 'exit' or whatever, but he liked that part of his body!

This combined with his ever-growing belly made the man self-conscious and, honestly, scared as hell.

He didn't truly recognize himself in the mirror anymore when he saw his naked body and he hated it.

Luckily, MC was always there for him, always telling him how amazing and 'manly' he was because, honestly, one of his main issues was no longer feeling like a man anymore and no longer feeling like his body was his own.

MC snuggled and kissed her boyfriend whenever he needed it, trying to help him through his dysphoria as much as she could and her boyfriend appreciated it.

Somedays, her love was probably the only thing that kept his spirits up and it only made him fall farther in love the woman.

When the day of the birth came, boy was it loud. Unlike Beel, who was pretty quiet and had a pretty big pain tolerance in his part, Mammon couldn't handle the early contractions without cussing and making sure everyone around him knew.

MC stayed by his side all day, comforting the laboring man and waiting till things progressed closer to the birth.

Once nightfall came, Mammon couldn't handle the pain anymore. He was on the bed panting and crying out to universe to just get his daughter out of him.

Despite the early contractions lasting all day, the active labor lasted about seven hours and MC never left his side.

Finally, crying filled the room and Mammon saw his little girl in MC's arms. He let his head fall back to the pillow and tried to calm his breathing because FINALLY! It's over! Thank the devil it was over!!

MC got their daughter all cleaned up and with happy, tearful eyes, handed their daughter to him. Instantly, a fresh wave of tears hit him as he held his daughter close.

Feeling so very, very grateful that for once in his life, he wasn't a screw up like his brothers said he was. He saved both MC and their daughter, he birthed Cassia and brought her into the world safely.

He saved both of his girls; he didn't screw up and that meant everything to him.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me mpreg #mpreg

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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Tequila Trysts

A night out with the team is all well and good until you remember you have to be a parent again the next morning.

Part of the Drunken Confession series

A gift for @hancydrewfan, who gave me the idea for the fic that this series sprang from, and just because she’s a bestie and I love her ❤️

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Words: 4.1k

Warnings: Brief mentions of pregnancy. Alcohol Consumption/drinking

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Nights out, and getting ready for them, could apparently be added to the list of things in her life that looked different these days.

“Teddy, no not Mommy’s hair,” she says, putting down her makeup brush to release her son's fingers from her freshly styled hair. She kisses his forehead as she readjusts her hold on him, ensuring he was settled on her hip before she goes back to her task of finishing her makeup. Teddy squeals, clapping his hands together as he spots himself in the mirror, and it makes her smile, “Sweet boy.”

Edward ‘Teddy’ Hotchner was 6 months old and, along with Jack, was the centre of his parent's world. He was a miniature Aaron to look at, right down to the glare he had somehow perfected already, but his personality was Emily through and through. He was curious, willful in a way she now saw was a fault now she was on the receiving end of it, and empathetic in a way that made her heart ache. If he thought either she, Aaron or Jack were sad he’d pat their cheeks, smiling at them until they had no choice but to smile back.

“Em, you almost ready? Jess just got here.”

She looks over at her husband standing in the doorway of their bedroom and smiles, “Almost, can you take him? This isn’t the easiest thing to do in the world with a baby on your hip.”

“Of course,” he says, walking over to where she was standing at the vanity, lifting their son out of her arms, “Come on buddy, let’s give Mommy some space,” he takes a step back and she smiles at the sight of them together, matching expressions on their faces, “Jack has eaten his dinner and is already convincing Jessica to play video games with him.”

Divide and conquer had become a key part of their parenting since Teddy had been born, especially if they had somewhere to be. Which is how she’d found herself getting ready for a night out with the team whilst she kept hold of her youngest, whilst Aaron was in charge of making sure Jack ate dinner and then did his homework.

“That sounds about right,” she replies, looking back at herself in the mirror before she picks up her lipstick, “Are you sure-”

“Before you ask, again,” he says teasingly, smiling at her as their eyes meet in the mirror, “Jess is more than happy to watch them both, you know she thinks of Teddy as a nephew too.”

She smiles and nods, putting her lipstick on before placing it back down on the vanity, turning to look at the two of them properly. She suddenly feels anxious despite how much she’d been looking forward to tonight. The thought of leaving her son, even with someone she trusted as much as Jess, made her chest tighten.

Not long after they found out she was pregnant, she and Aaron decided one of them needed to leave the BAU. After a lot of discussion, and more than one argument, they came to the conclusion that it would be her who left. It was a change she welcomed, especially after she got offered a position as unit chief of a different unit. It was mostly office based, meaning unless there was a major incident she could go home every evening. It surprised her how important that was to her, how relieved she felt at the ability to still work but also to be around for her children.

It was only when Teddy was born that she realised it was because she wanted to give them better than what she’d had. Her mother loved her, she knew that, but she had always told herself that she’d do things differently if she was given the chance.

It wasn’t the first time she’d left him with someone else, but he would be in bed by the time they got home. He was a good sleeper, most of the time, and wouldn’t wake up until the morning. It felt absurd in a way she knew she wouldn’t have believed when she was still pregnant, but she’d miss him.

Aaron sees her internal struggle and smiles softly at her. He walks over and kisses her, handing Teddy over when he pulls away.

“He’s due to be fed soon so why don’t you do that now, and I’ll go speak to Jess about your list again.”

She narrows her eyes at her husband as she secures their son in her embrace.

“It’s not a list,” she says, “it’s just some helpful things to remember.”

“It’s a list sweetheart,” he kisses her again before stepping away and smiling as she settles into the chair they keep in their room, her favourite place to nurse Teddy from the moment they brought him home, “I’ll see you downstairs when you’re done ok?”

She hums in response, nodding as she adjusts her clothing. “Aaron, remember to tell her -“

“About the milk you pumped earlier that is in the fridge. And the supply in the freezer. And that he likes bananas, but only if you mash them up,” he finishes for her, and she rolls her eyes again before looking down at Teddy, trailing her fingers over his soft hair as he begins to eat. His hand comes to rest against her skin, tiny fingers over the brand mark she once thought she’d never see the beauty in. She’d struggled with breastfeeding at first, and Aaron has found her and the baby crying more than once at the beginning. They’d got the hang of it, eventually, and she knew she’d miss it when he weaned off of it completely.

“Daddy thinks he’s so smart.” She jokes, and Aaron laughs and turns to leave before he looks back at her. She’s humming gently to their son as she feeds him, content to hold him against her.

“Em?” He says, and she looks up at him, “You look beautiful.”

She beams at him and is suddenly even more excited to spend time with him and the team.

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Penelope all but screams the moment she sees her, running over to wrap her arms around Emily as if it had been months since she’d seen her.

“Peaches, I have missed you,” she exclaims, looking up at Aaron who was standing next to Emily, “Hi Hotch.”

Aaron smiles, shaking his head as he passes them wordlessly, his hand slipping off of his wife’s back as Dave hands him a scotch.

“Pen,” Emily laughs, hugging her friend back before she pulls away, “You work with my team too,” she says, smiling gratefully at JJ as she walks over and hands her a drink, “We spoke yesterday. And today.”

“Yes but it’s not the same,” Penelope says, pouting slightly as she takes a step backwards, “And you haven’t come out since you had that delicious little boy of yours.”

Emily smiles at the mention of her son, leaning in to hug JJ as well, “Well I’m here tonight.”

JJ smiles at her, clinking her bottle of beer against Emily’s as they join the rest of the team. Emily ends up standing next to Aaron, automatically leaning against him as his arm wraps around her shoulder.

“Your boobs look incredible in that shirt by the way,” Penelope says, clearly already a few drinks ahead, and Emily chuckles, looking down at her cleavage.

“It’s all an illusion I’m afraid,” Emily replies, exchanging a knowing look with JJ, “It’s all because I’m Teddy’s own personal dairy cow.”

“Human breast milk contains more lactose per ounce than milk from a cow,” Spencer says, cutting into the conversation, all of them slowly turning their heads to look at him, varying looks of disbelief on their faces, “It’s actually the highest amount of any mammal who produces it.”

Aaron hears Emily suppress a laugh next to him as Spencer finishes his fact. But Aaron’s focus is on Spencer, who is still staring absently at his wife’s chest. He clears his throat, and it snaps the younger man out of it, his cheeks flushing as he looks anywhere else except Aaron and Emily. Derek pats Spencer’s shoulder sympathetically, not even hiding his laughter

“The best part is,” Dave says, shaking his head, “He hasn’t even had anything to drink yet.”

The evening goes on, and as time goes Emily feels more like things haven’t changed even though everything had. Penelope convinces her to do shots of tequila like it was any other night out they’d ever had, even roping Aaron into a couple despite his initial insistence he wasn’t going to join in.

He lingered near her all evening, never out of reach even when he was talking to Dave and Derek, his hand always at her hip. She hadn’t realised how much she missed her husband, even though he was right there with her. Between raising Jack and having and raising a baby, as well as her having a new job that meant she spent less time with Aaron things had changed. It had been an adjustment, not spending all of her time with him, and whilst there was nothing wrong between them a small part of her missed how it used to be.

She also really missed having sex with him. It wasn’t that there weren’t having it. Their sex life was still healthy by any standards, but she missed the stolen moments they would have on cases. Rushed and passionate showers before they collapsed onto an uncomfortable hotel bed together for too few hours of sleep. Brief flashes of time where they could just be Emily and Aaron instead of Hotch and Prentiss, or Mom and Dad.

It had been almost 2 weeks since she’d had him, and she felt on edge. Every nerve ending calling out for him, for the way only he could set her alight.

Later, she’d blame the alcohol, how it made her feel freer than usual, and how close he was to her. The smell of his cologne was always enough to drive her insane, equally alluring and comforting.

They are dancing, pressed together on the dance floor, and she has her arms wrapped around his neck as she kisses him. She can taste the tequila on his tongue and feels how he holds her closer, his hands pressing into her lower back. He was relaxed, not thinking for once about how the team were watching them.

Alcohol always did this to him. It made him looser, more at ease. His love for her on display for anyone to see, no longer able to keep it caged up inside his chest, only usually let out in their home. She grins at him as she kisses him again, moaning into his mouth as she presses her hips into his.

It seems to knock a tiny bit of sense into him, and he pulls away, raising his eyebrow at her.

“Let's go home,” he rasps out, his voice thick in a way that lets her know he’s just as affected as she is. She flashes a look at the team, all spread out across the dance floor or back where they’d been standing all evening, and she realises none of them are looking at them.

She looks back at him and bites her lip, shaking her head at him as she tugs him towards the bathrooms. His brain kicks in after they make it through the crowd, stopping her from going any further by crowding her against one of the walls of the hallway.

“Em,” he says, smiling at her, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “We can’t.”

“Why?” She asks, her eyes shining as she bites her lip again, her hand grasping at the collar of his jacket, “I want you.”

He groans, leaning forward so his forehead is against hers, “I want you too, sweetheart. But-”

“But nothing,” she says, pressing her lips to his, nipping at his lower lip with her teeth, “No one has to know.”

It’s stupid, and he knows it, but she had always been able to convince him of anything. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her fiercely, before pulling away, leaving her gasping as he leads her towards the bathroom.

___

She readjusts her shirt after pulling up her pants, ensuring her bra was covered.

“Can you stop doing that?”

She turns to look at her husband, and smiles at him, looking him up and down as he zipped up his pants, making sure his shirt was tucked back in.

“Stop doing what?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Shaking your breasts like that.”

She looks down and realises she is still cupping her breasts, and she laughs letting go now she’s satisfied her shirt is straight.

“Sorry, honey,” she steps over to him, stumbling slightly from her legs not fully working yet, her nerve endings still tingling, and the liquor in her system. He catches her, his hands at her hips, and she straightens his collar before she leans up to kiss him, “This was fun, we should do it again sometime.”

He runs his thumb under her lip, removing a bit of smudged lipstick, “Have sex in a public bathroom when we have a perfectly good house we can do this any time we want?” He quips, raising an eyebrow at her, and she smiles widely at him.

“Yes,” she kisses him quickly before she pulls away, “Now we should get back out there before they realise we’re gone.”

He follows her out, his arm around her waist as they walk towards the main area of the bar. He’s not surprised to see the team all standing there looking at them, a mix of amusement and horror on all of their faces as they approached. Aaron sighs, preparing himself for the teasing, only slightly embarrassed at being caught out.

Emily takes a drink from Penelope and ignores the expression on her friend's face as she takes a sip.

“Well, what were you two up to?” Dave asks, an amused smile on his face.

“None of your business,” Aaron replies immediately, as if he had any authority over the situation.

“Looks like Prentiss finally got laid,” Derek says, and Emily looks at Penelope, the other woman avoiding her eye contact as it becomes clear the, private, conversation Emily had with her earlier in the evening about missing her husband had been shared.

“Does it really count as being laid if neither of us were laying down?” She asks, the words escaping without her meaning to speak, “I’d say I got fu-”

“Ok,” Aaron says, cutting over her, his brain still working enough despite the alcohol to know he didn’t want her to say whatever she was about to say, “I think that’s enough of that.” He shakes his head at his wife, “So much for ‘no one has to know.’”

“Aaron,” Dave says, his eyebrow raised at his friend, “There’s lipstick on your collar.”

He looks down at his shirt and sees a perfect outline of his wife’s lips on his collar, as well as teeth marks he’s grateful the others won’t be able to see from where they are standing.

“Shut the fuck up, Dave.”

___

Emily groans as she wakes up, her head aching as she opens her eyes, the light too bright for her. She’s briefly unsure what has woken her up, and then she hears it, her son’s cries coming over the baby monitor on her nightstand.

She sits up, regretting the speed of the movement as she sways slightly, blinking her eyes a few times to adjust them. She looks back over her shoulder and sees her husband is fast asleep, and she stands up, Teddy’s crying still continuing in the background.

“I’m coming baby,” she says, even though she’s still in a different room, and she heads towards their bedroom door. She catches sight of herself in the mirror and grimaces. Her hair was a mess, sticking up all over the place, and she still had some remnants of last night's makeup on around her eyes. She was wearing one of Aaron’s white button-downs, a lipstick stain on the collar, and a pair of her pyjama pants.

She groans again as she reaches for a hair tie from the vanity before she leaves the room, throwing her hair up into a bun as she heads towards her son’s room. She opens the door, wincing as his crying gets louder, her head pounding in a way she didn’t remember.

Despite the fact she feels like she’s been hit by a truck, a feeling she was actually intimately familiar with, the sight of her son makes her smile. His face is bright red as she reaches his crip, and his hands immediately reach for her. She leans down and picks him up, her head briefly swimming with the motion, and she lifts him into her arms.

“Hi sweet boy,” she says, kissing the side of his head, smiling as his cries immediately quiet down, “Momma missed you so much last night,” she kisses the side of his head again. She smells the unmistakable smell of a dirty diaper in the air and turns her nose up at it, her stomach turning with it, “Let’s gets get you changed.”

She doesn’t think she’s ever changed him quicker, purposely not paying any attention to it as she disposes of the diaper and switches him into fresh clothes.

She carries him downstairs, unsurprised to find Jack already watching the television, his favourite cartoons blasting throughout the first floor of the house.

“Morning Jack,” she says, and he turns to smile at her. “Morning, Mom.”

Her smile widens briefly, the relatively recent change in how Jack addressed her still enough to make her cry if she thought about it enough, but it turns into a wince as the show he’s watching gets louder.

“Can you turn that down please, sweetheart,” she says, flashing him a smile, “Your dad is still asleep.” It was an excuse that would work, for now, so she was grateful when he does as she asked, “I’m going to go feed your brother, when Dad’s awake we’ll convince him to go get McDonald's, ok?”

“McDonald's!” He shouts, and her head pounds to the point where she can’t cover her reaction, and he immediately apologises, pointing upstairs as if her reaction was to do with the fact Aaron was still asleep, “Sorry,” he says, quieter, “Yay, McDonald's.”

She walks into the kitchen and goes straight to the fridge, grabbing a bottle that she had put in there before they’d gone out the night before. Teddy grasps at the shirt she’s wearing, trying to pull it down, and she laughs, shaking her head at him as she gets the lid off of the bottle one-handed, shifting how she was holding her son so she could feed him.

“Sorry, baby, Mommy is closed for business,” she says, grateful when he accepts the bottle with little to no fuss, yawning as she watches him start to eat, “Unless you like tequila.”

“He’s your son, of course, he likes tequila.”

She turns at the sound of her husband's voice and takes some comfort in the fact he looks as rough as she feels. He’s wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, his hair all over the place and a very visible hickey on his neck just peeking out from the neckline of his t-shirt.

“Morning,” she says, leaning into him as he reaches her side, smiling as he wraps his arms around her and Teddy.

“Morning,” he replies roughly, his voice still thick before he kisses the top of her head, “Is it just me, or do you also feel like you drank all the tequila that place had?”

She chuckles softly, looking back down at Teddy, “That and more.”

Aaron runs his hand over Teddy’s head, careful not to disturb him, before turning his attention back to his wife.

“McDonald's?” He asks, and she’s sure she hasn’t ever loved him more.

“Oh yes please,” she replies, pressing her lips to his, grimacing at the taste of his breath, “Just the usual.”

“More hashbrowns than one person could reasonably eat, and a large diet coke.”

“You’re the best husband ever,” she says, kissing him again, groaning as she hears the familiar sound of Jack’s train set from the living room. “Take Jack with you, whilst you’re gone I’ll hide every toy in this house that makes even the tiniest bit of noise.”

___

They are both sitting on the couch, still in the same outfits they’d woken up in. Emily is sitting next to him, her legs up on the couch with her feet pressed into her husband’s thigh. Teddy is asleep against her chest, content to nap after a very busy few hours since breakfast.

“Hangovers are so much worse when you have to look after someone else,” she grumbles good-naturedly, her hand playing with their son’s hair. Jessica had picked up Jack for a pre-planned afternoon with Roy.

Aaron hums, flashing her a smile from where his concentration had been on the television, the sound on low, “How do you think I’ve felt all these years we’ve been together,” he deadpans.

She scoffs, digging her toes into his thigh in revenge as she narrows her eyes at him.

“You know what I mean,” she replies, “As long as I’ve been in Jack’s life he’s been happy to sit there with cartoons or a game if we want him to,” she kisses Teddy’s head, “Can’t exactly do that with a baby.”

He chuckles, “No you can’t.” His phone goes off in his pocket and he grabs it, his eyebrows furrowing at the text he’s received.

“What is it?” She asks, not missing the change in his expression.

“Dave’s sent me a really strange text,” he says, holding his phone so she can read the screen.

Hope you two are recovering nicely, maybe next time just stay at home.

She frowns, wracking her sore head for one of the hazy memories from the night before that would match up with what he was saying.

“That is weird,” she says, reaching for her phone on the arm of the couch, opening it to the text she’d been sent by Penelope whilst Aaron was out getting them breakfast. “Pen sent me this earlier.”

She passes the phone over and Aaron takes it, reading the message out loud.

“I assume you and bossman got home ok and carried on your activities once you got there.”

They fall into silence for a moment, both of them in deep thought, until it hits them both in the same moment, both of them gasping as they speak at once.

“Oh fuck, we had sex in the bathroom.”

“Oh, Dave is never going to let me live this down.”

___

Six Weeks Later

Emily sighs as the timer on her phone comes to an end and she takes a deep breath before she picks up the test and looks at the result.

Positive.

She smiles, covering her mouth with her spare hand as she suppresses a smile. They hadn’t exactly been trying, but they hadn’t not been trying either. Aware they wanted another child if they could but had limited time left for it to be possible.

She opens the calendar on her phone to do the maths, and freezes as it clicks into place in her head, the one opportunity they’d had in the week in question enough to make her scrunch her nose up.

“Em, you’re killing me here,” Aaron says from the other side of the bathroom door, “What does it say?”

She opens the door, the test still in her hand, and she smiles at him, showing him the results on the digital screen.

“We’re having another baby,” she says, her voice cracking in a way that she should have known to expect. He pulls her into a hug immediately, holding her so tightly that her feet leave the ground. She lifts her head to kiss him, her smile so wide it doesn’t really work.

“I love you,” he says, placing her back on the ground.

“I love you too,” she replies, stamping another kiss to his lips, “You know what this means don’t you?”

He shakes his head, “No, what?”

“It means you knocked me up in that bathroom in the bar.”

She watches as her words sink in, his eyes widening slightly in horror, “No one can ever know.”

She chuckles, stepping back into his embrace as he wraps his arms around her.

“Agreed.”

-x-

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neondiamond · 2 years

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🦋 Recently Read Fics - September 2022 🦋

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 💜

🦋 Fangs Yells by @larrieblr (500, T)

Louis can never remember that he’s invisible in mirrors.

Without the ability to assess his appearance, Louis instead uses the judgment of his two-thousand years on this world to style his hair, palms carefully perfecting the frizzy mullet the band had decided on as their signature look. A stick of kohl rolls around on the counter; he stops it with a knuckle, then draws two strong black lines on his eyelids. A leather vest hugs his shoulders, and a Gibson Les Paul accompanies him to the stage of the castle they’ve seized as their regular performance venue.

🦋 Swings Said by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright (500, T)

A love story told by five swings who each were there to see a piece of it unfold.

🦋 Gray hair is our forever by @beardyboyzx (919, G)

Harry put his lips together and his smile became bashful, one hand coming back in Louis' hair to caress it lovingly.

He had seen Louis' first gray hair.

His boyfriend was growing older and Harry was there to see it happening.

"You've got one gray hair," he said, voice wet but full of wonder, as if that hair was made out of pure silver. "Your first gray hair."

🦋 Wordplay 2022 fic series by @larrieblr (1k)

A collection of lovely 250-word girl direction fics.

🦋 The Dress by @wabadabadaba (1k, G)

Emma couldn’t respond, as they were being ushered off the red carpet. They also realized Harry was yet again holding the train of their dress, even though it really wasn’t necessary. Harry claimed to be picking up the train to make sure Emma wouldn’t trip in their stiletto heels – as if they hadn’t had practice all their life in heels.

Now that they weren’t in front of hundreds of cameras, Emma twisted around to swat at Harry’s hands to let go. Harry giggled and jerked his hands to the right then the left as Emma tried to hit him.

“Harry, honey,” Emma laughed. “I’m fine.”

🦋 No other shade of blue by @sun-tomato (1k, NR)

“And why are we looking for this very particular, impossible-to-find shade of blue?” Niall asked.

“I need it in my house, in my life, I’ve been missing something, and I just know that that’s it.”

“So, are we looking for a paint or a fabric?” Liam asked sensibly.

“I’m not sure,” Harry admitted. “But I can work with either. The colour is more important than the shape it comes in.”

🦋 Falling For You by @louandhazaf (1k, G)

Five times Harry orders very particular drinks, and one time Louis finds out why. Featuring Starbucks’ fall menu.

🦋 Here Take My Sweater by @tommokat (1k, G)

“Just with me for my foot rubs and my sweaters, huh?”

“You got it!”

🦋 between the lines and my deepest desires by @bymadhatter (1k, G)

Harry’s made 4 unsuccessful attempts to get pregnant. On his way after the fifth one, he gets stuck in the elevator with a fellow omega.

🦋 First Checkup by @jaerie (1k, E)

It was months ago that Louis found himself knotted by a stranger after someone spiked the punch at Niall's wedding with sex pollen. Now he has his legs spread for a different reason. Or does he?

🦋 Aqueous Transmission by @littleroverlouis (2k, E)

Louis offers some relief to her pregnant wife, Harry. Then suggests something new.

🦋 All You Need Is Lamb by @loveislarryislove (2k, G)

Louis works at a pet store, and Harry has a dog with very specific tastes. Somehow, Louis is always able to pick out the perfect things that Harry's dog will love. Maybe it's because he's perfect for Harry.

🦋 Congratulations, Mr. President by @onesweetworld18 (2k, G)

Louis holds his first meeting as PTA President at the Boo Hoo Breakfast on the first day of school. Harry is a supportive husband, and Niall is supportive, as always.

🦋 Keep Driving (without me) by @londonfoginacup (2k, T)

It is hour eight of the road trip and Harry Styles is going into heat.

“We should’ve taken two cars,” Ny Oh says.

“We should’ve left Harry behind,” Mitch grumbles.

🦋 The IT Romance Story series by @tommokat (4k, T)

Harry’s new job comes with two main struggles: the technology hating him and the IT tech that’s fixing it all.

🦋 The Origin of Love by @teamlouis2022 (4k, E)

A mini break in the countryside, terrible weather and slow morning sex are the best way to recharge Louis and Harry's batteries after a long tour

🦋 Battle Of The Balls by @greenblueish (5k, M)

“Rim of the hole, Haz, really?” he gazes at the camera again. “This is getting demonetised and honestly, rightfully so. How are we still allowed to make videos? YouTube, why don’t you just do yourself the favour and delete our channels?”

“After everyone sees that I win this game though,” Harry winks, dimples still showing.

or, the one where YouTubers Harry and Louis play Golf With Friends, go to the pub with Niall and return home six hours after posting the video.

🦋 We’re Getting Better With Time by @haztobegood (5k, T)

Hello Harry, this may seem out of the blue, and even weirder if you don’t remember me. We hung out for a few weeks back in the summer of 82. A picture of you showed up on my facebook tonight, I think because we have a few mutual friends on here. I know we haven’t spoken in forty years, but I thought I’d just shoot you a message. I hope you’re doing well. L

Or, the one where Louis is single, Harry is recently divorced, and they reconnect on Facebook forty years after they first met.

🦋 I Remember (The Distances We’ve Covered) by @lululawrence (5k, NR)

@ColleenisStylish: @LouisTomlinson my dad thinks he’s sat next to you on a train from Edinburgh right now, so if you could confirm that would be amazing. His name is Harry and he’s just had white wine and says you’re on red x

Louis glanced at the glass of red wine in his hand before taking a quick look around those nearest him on the train. Just across the aisle in a seat facing him was a man with graying, curly hair falling into his face yet somehow staying above his glasses. He was reading a book as he tapped his foot, seemingly oblivious to everything around him, and there sitting on the table in front of him was a half glass of white wine.

🦋 The Referral by @disgruntledkittenface (5k, E)

Louis has noticed that since he turned fifty, his sex drive has started to slow down. Unfortunately, that’s not the case for his younger boyfriend Harry. A problem solver by nature, Louis wants to do something special for Harry, to show him how much he appreciates him even after ten years together. When he suggests getting a referral for a sex worker to give Harry what he hasn’t been lately, it doesn’t take long for Harry to agree.

And then they meet Tom.

🦋 i swear i could give you everything by @alwaysxlarrie (5k, T)

Louis Tomlinson was not a morning person, so he really should have known better than to start leaving secret notes on coworker Harry Styles' desk before he arrived at the office at 7:30 in the morning. But he had to admit that hearing Harry's reaction everyday was definitely worth it. Not being a morning person might be his downfall in this situation, though.

🦋 Just the Start by @littleroverlouis (9k, M)

Louis is a fifty-two year old divorcé who has fallen into rut. He never anticipated a forced day of self care, and a chance meeting with a charming salon owner would shake him out of his comfort zone.

🦋 serve me up a little hope on the rocks by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (10k, M)

Louis is a bartender who doesn't take drink orders, but just makes drinks based on what he thinks his customers will like. Harry is just another customer. Or is he?

🦋 It’s easy to be loved (I know you wanna be loved) by @djtommotomlinson (14k, T)

Young single father Liam is less than pleased when a group of students rent the house next door on his quiet, suburban street. But then he hadn't expected Louis 'kid whisperer' Tomlinson.

🦋 after hours by @larrieblr (16k, E)

Harry moves like lightning as he slides the books off the shelves into the open, waiting abyss of his bag. Then, as Louis clears the other end of the exhibit just as quickly, he moves on to the display case next to it and the one after that. One flimsy book practically flies open as he picks it up, the paper held together by feeble strings on the spine. He leaves it behind. Not worth selling.

Or, a crime au set in 1980s Chicago.

🦋 All My Roads Lead to You by dandelionfairies (41k, M)

Harry’s stuck in a life he didn’t choose after leaving home at eighteen. Bartending and running drugs were never on his list. Louis is an undercover cop sent in to figure out exactly what’s going on inside of the bar. Neither could have known they’d be drawn to each other.

It’s obvious to Louis that Harry isn’t aware of everything that happens in the backroom. It’s obvious that Nick [Grimshaw] has used Harry’s vulnerability, insecurities, and naivety to keep the man exactly where he wants him.

Harry has never admitted to anyone who he is. They wouldn’t accept him. In fact, he has no doubt that if anyone found out he’s gay, he’d be dead. He doesn’t want to let that wall down for Louis. Because no one can know. But that’s easier said than done. Louis is everything Harry could have ever pictured.

🦋 I Like You, Say It Back by @pocketsunshineharry (43k, E)

“Lou, this is Harry,” Niall says, making Louis pivot straight away to look at Niall with round eyes. “Yes, that Harry,” his friend smirks.

“Hi, who are you? Niall didn’t tell me we were waiting for someone.” Harry says to Niall with a pointed look.

“I’m,” he stutters, “I’m very happy to meet you.” He decides to leave out his name and who he really is. He can already imagine the guy’s smile faltering and him leaving the pub as soon as he hears his name. That’s not what he wants, that’s not what his inner Alpha wants either.

OR the one where it takes a lot of time for Harry and Louis to figure it out. But they do, they always do, don't they?

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly recs #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #mostly read a lot of shorter fics this month as you can see #you can blame wordplay for that lol

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martianbugsbunny · 1 year

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Den of Blankets (A FrankenWolf Fic)

Howdy, sweetiepies! The idea for this basically spawned from “what if Frankenwolf but blanket fort” and I have the delightful @stardreamer28 to thank for providing some brilliant inspo! This is like my softest fic ever, bc blanket fort (and because I’m mostly an angst person despite how much I like the comfy), so get cozy and enjoy!

Victor closed the door to his apartment and dropped his coat and keys on a small table. A spam letter, only the top one on a stack of several, fell onto the floor. We should probably sort through those at some point, Victor thought. There was rarely anything truly important in the mail—usually hospital business was left on the landline answering machine, and after twenty-nine years of living in Storybrooke, Victor knew his billing schedule to a T. Which, to be honest, was exactly why days’ to weeks’ worth of mail tended to pile up on that table before either Victor or Ruby did anything about it.

He kicked the fallen letter under the table so he wouldn’t slip on it when he went to pick up dinner in about half an hour. It was Friday, which meant that instead of either home-cooking or something from Granny’s, he and Ruby were getting takeout from a Greek place on the either side of town. (That, Victor was taking to his grave; he had seen Granny wield a crossbow before, and he didn’t want to incur her wrath. But there was only so much lasagna he could eat in a week!)

Victor went into the kitchen first. Ruby had been on a lemonade kick recently—a pregnancy craving, most likely—and she was always willing to share.

He had just gotten the pitcher out of the fridge when he noticed several of the chairs that usually stood next to the counter were missing.

“Babe, are we redecorating?” he called, setting the pitcher down and heading for the bedroom. He didn’t remember discussing it, but between the hospital and all the baby stuff, he could believe replacing chairs could slip his mind.

“Nope!” Ruby met him in the hall. She looked especially cheerful, Victor decided, and more relaxed than he had seen her in a while. And she was wearing one of his favorite sweaters, which he thought was basically the cutest things in the world. He always bought a little bit big (he didn’t like when his casual clothes felt like they were going to strangle him) so there was enough room to accommodate Ruby’s fairly large baby bump.

“Then what happened to the chairs?”

Ruby chuckled and grabbed his hand. She pulled him into the bedroom. “Ta-da!”

Victor couldn’t help grinning. His wife had constructed a blanket fort in the middle of the room, with a few of their older, thinner quilts and a couple of sheets strung over the backs of the kitchen chairs. He also noticed that most of the pillows were missing from the bed—they collected pillows, like a lot of couples did, but all of theirs were comfortable.

“It’s a werewolf thing,” Ruby said. “Granny told me to expect it around this time.” Victor was pretty sure she meant the time around the full moon, which was coming in a few days, and not the stage of pregnancy she was in. “It’s so comfy, Victor, you’ve gotta come inside!”

Ruby went into the blanket fort first, and Victor followed. Inside it was dim, although Ruby had set up a nightlight so she could read. Victor felt the tension from his latest shift melt off his shoulders. Ruby beamed at him, legs crossed, arms wrapped around a bird-shaped pillow. There was a faint gleam of yellow in her irises, usually brought out by the full moon.

“Can I expect you to stay here during wolf’s time, or are you going into the forest?” One of Victor’s few worries about having a werewolf wife, especially a pregnant one, was that Ruby was always alone during the full moon. There just weren’t any other werewolves in Storybrooke for her to hang out with, and she didn’t generally like the company of human-humans while in wolf form. If she got hurt, it could be hours, maybe even a day or two, before anybody found out.

Ruby reached over to take one of Victor’s hands in hers. “It’s the ideal den, sweetie, of course I’m staying here.” She gestured towards the corner, where her red cloak was neatly folded, ready to keep her in human form. “I’ll admit, not being a wolf for several months isn’t the most appealing idea, but for our daughter I would do anything.”

Victor could swear that at that moment, he fell in love with her all over again. She had always been one of the stubbornest, boldest people he had known, but motherhood had brought out a new kind of fierceness in her that he absolutely adored. “Well then I had better work on some improvements, hadn’t I.” He kissed the back of her hand. “How about some fairy lights? Better for your eyes than a single nightlight and they look pretty.” Victor had several strands of those decorating his office at the hospital. Since remembering who he was, about a year and a half ago at this point, operating had felt more stressful, and he tried to make his office a calming, insulated space where he wouldn’t take that strain with him. Pictures of Ruby in scalloped silver frames crowded his desk, contributing more than anything to the feeling of calm.

Ruby’s grin widened and she clapped her hands together. She looked so excited, her face was turning pink. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that! Teamwork, am I right?”

Victor grinned back at her. “Nobody builds blanket forts like the Frankensteins, baby.”

Two days later, Victor and Ruby were stretched out together in their newly-improved den. Victor was pretty sure it was the most opulent blanket fort ever constructed. Chairs of different sizes from the living room had been dragged in to expand it, and Ruby had pulled out some of the winter quilts to pad the floor.

Ruby had done a lot of sleeping; not being in wolf form during a full moon was tiring, but at the moment she was six chapters deep into a book. Victor had been reading over her shoulder, although he was missing some information because Ruby read faster and turned the page before he was done. The words were illuminated by pale pink lights, secured to the top of the fort with a few pieces of tape. (Victor wasn’t sure quite how safe that was, but it looked nice.)

Having a werewolf wife did have its upsides.

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viscountessevie · 2 years

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Kiddo FCs for me:

Edmund: Kate goes into labour two weeks early when Anthony is in Parliament and he gets a message from Violet to come quickly. He just up and leaves, knocking a few people out of his way, races home on a horseback. Violet is there with her but Kate's in a lot of pain and screming for Anthony. When Anthony reaches home he just takes off his coat, rushes in, rolls up his sleeves and goes to sit behind Kate. Kate's leaning on him and they hold hands while she struggles to bring their child into this world. And obviously they cry when they hold Neddy. And everyone is waiting for news and rushes over to meet the newest Bridgerton and Violet cries when she hears his name from Anthony. Her baby now has a baby of his own. He's a sweet boy and he wants to be like his papa but is also wise and patient like Kate. He worships his parents and is their number one champion. Also since he's grown up in a home filled with love, he'll only settle for a love match in the future.

Miles/baby named after Kate's appa (season 4): Comes easier than Neddy but Anthony is taking no chances and wants to be there for the birth again. Of course Anthony refuses to leave Kate's side this time and is at home throughout her last few days of confinement. They are both better prepared for this one. Neddy is waiting with granny Violet and aunt Hyacinth. When he goes to meet his new brother, he runs up to his mama and asks if she's okay and if she was in a lot of pain. And he swears to protect his baby brother because he's the first born of two first borns duh. Miles is a funny baby, he sleeps and cries a lot but he always calms down near his mama, papa or Neddy. Sophie and Gregory are his favourites. Also, he's totally mama's boy.

Charlotte/baby named after Kate's amma (season 6): The easiest birth by far for the most demanding baby. This one is a total hellion like Kate and is stubborn af. She wants all the attention and the good thing is she gets it from her dad and her two older brothers who are even more protective that Anthony or Kate ever were. She's going to give Anthony a lot of grey hairs when she grows up to be the most beautiful woman anyone has ever seen but her parents are proud of how strong, smart and loyal she is. She loves her uncle Michael and is best friends with little Violet.

Oops baby girl/don't know if they'll name her after Mary (season 8): The sweetest little girl to ever exist. Her birth was the most difficult and Anthony cried for days because he really thought he was going to lose either Kate or this perfect little angel. She's everyone's baby now, people literally have her in their arms all the time, she's never put in her bassinet or cradle. And her favourite person in the world is her papa. She has Anthony wrapped around her little finger and she knows it too. She's also the kindest of the lot and reminds Kate so much of her appa!

Related to this ask and this was the essay in question ahaha.

Also I got a request to do Kathony Pregnancy HCs a while ago and that can be found here! Just for this ask and your brilliant writing, I'm going to call you Writer ✍️ Anon.

I mostly wrote about cravings and how Anthony and the kiddos interact with Kate while she's pregnant. I love all the extra details you've given here. Honestly I agree with most of them in terms of the pregnancies!

As for who they are as people, I've been reading so much of @hptriviachamp Trivia's Next Gen HCs and The Courtship of Charlotte Bridgerton series that it has become canon to me. So I do have to disagree with most of these HCs but you’re still valid for how you view the kiddos.

My read is basically on who they are in the birth order as well as agreeing with Triv’s assessments of their love lives. There are some bits that diverge and that’s what I’m going to talk about here [Under the cut cos it got long lmao]:

Edmund:

As much as Kathony tries to raise him to feel loved and like he doesn’t need to have the weight of the world on his shoulders, he is still a first born and we’re all fucked up. We are after all the test children lmao and Kathony isn’t immune to making mistakes raising their kiddos. He wouldn’t feel as responsibility ridden as his parents did because he wasn’t parentified after losing one of them like they were but he is still very protective and feels responsible for his siblings. He’s also very eager for his title and responsibilities as a future Viscount. So personally, I think he is kind of a stiff always trying to be the ‘perfect’ Viscount

And I agree with Triv that Anthony would go easy on him so as to not repeat history with having Neddy grow up too fast but Edmund sees it as his dad not trusting him to take over from him so cue Daddy Issues. He just wants to impress his parents and society, it takes a toll on him tbh. As far as love matches go, while he believes in it because of his parents I think kind of like me he initially ends up with a highly romanticised version of what love should be and has a lot of failed romances in his early seasons and as he hits his late 20s, he starts going for the older women and men - yes our boy is bi as fuck.

This HC is fully credited to Triv but yeah I can definitely see him settling with an older woman, a widow and adopting her child.

Miles or as I like to call him Madhavan:

UO: I’ve hated the name Miles for Miles because it sounds so modern and just doesn’t seem to fit him as a name itself. So I’m taking this opportunity to rename him Madhavan after my HC for Kate’s dad’s name in the show is Madhavan (my usual go to name for him is Thaman but I wanted something close to Miles).

Anyways he goes by Madha and this is where my HCs differ from Triv. I think he’s a PEAK middle child. While Kathony does their best with all the kiddos, I think Miles just tends to be overlooked at times solely because he liked to keep to himself as a kid and is more quiet (kinda like Frannie) so they think he’s independant and leaves him to his own devices. But he ends up feeling isolated in his own family so in his teens to young adulthood, he starts kicking up a fuss to get his parents’ attention. Boy definitely had a scandal or two. Eventually after talking it through with his parents, he mellows out. Meets a girl who actually sees him for who he is and they settled down with your usual picket fence. Most likely the only one of the Kathonys to have a couple of kids - maybe 3.

Charlotte/Charithra:

So I adore her name but I despise the new Show!HC popping up that she might get named after Queen Charlotte rather than Kate’s mom so I AM REJECTING that energy. I’ve flipped flopped a couple of times on what her mom’s name would have been and it was always Chandra/Chandri/Charithra. Chandra sounded too old, Chandri was after my aunt but I didn’t like how it ended with an ‘i’ it looks like an incomplete name when written down lmao. And I think Charithra is a very pretty name and it also starts with Char like Charlotte tho I’d like to think Show!Charithra goes by Chari.

So while I love Triv’s fic and her interpretation of Charlotte, I think Chari would be pretty different. Yes, she is another middle child and is discreet - I agree with Triv on that front but I think while she does go by the book in some aspect she is still an middle child and always needs to make her presence known. I think like Kate, she would be a very formidable and intimidating deb, she’s more subtle with her digs than her mom was. Definitely pansexual and has shacked it up with almost everyone in her season. Tbh, I don’t think she’d get married, I think she likes having her independence. I think she’d eventually retire to the country with her girlfriend - maybe they have the occasional boy toy here and there.

Mary:

She is BABY!! And OF COURSE she’s still getting named Mary, fuck the show canon, Mary is a present and loving step parent and the best of us. Kate is going to honour ALL THREE of her parents with her kiddos.

Anyways like Triv said, Mary is Kate 2.0 a whole ass menace and while Kate was a little beaten down as the Eldest, Mary never had that responsibility and is PEAK youngest child. She constantly reads all the men for filth and is more direct than Chari is. Also she’s a funky little lesbian. The GC’s talked about this before but omg a lesbian version of Persuasion with Mary would be PEAK romance. But yeah she has this angsty romance with her wife before they get together and her wife is the only one who can get her to chill out a little but again she’s Mary and Kathony’s kid - she has no chill. Like Charlotte, she isn’t that interested in kids and can’t have them anyways being a lesbian and all and neither of them want to fuck a dude just to get a baby so they are the funky lesbian aunts who love treating their nieces and nephews.

As for family connections (lmao can’t believe I missed out that part of your ask til I read back everything):

I think the Sharma-Bridgerton family are very close knit. While sometimes, they hid away their baggage (see: Edmund thinking his dad doesn’t think he’s worthy of responsibility and bottling up those feelings and Madha feeling isolated and not telling anyone til his shit ends him in hot water of a scandal.), they all do share their stories, days and talk about everything at family dinner. That being said with the siblings, I think Edmund and Mary would be really close (a lot of the eldest-youngest sibs are very close I wish I had that *cries*) while Madha and Chari are two sides of the same Middle Child Coin.

I don’t necessarily think they default to Mama’s Boys and Daddy’s Girls and love their parents equally but there is a small preference and it’s alternating - so Edmund is PEAK Daddy’s Boy kinda like how Anthony was with Edmund I himself. Madha is close with Kate and goes to her first about feeling left out and looked over and she totally gets it cos we all saw how London treated her. Charlotte is PEAK Daddy’s Girl and his Princess because she was the only girl for the longest time and she had him wrapped around his finger since Day 1. Mary being Kate 2.0, definitely adores and idolises her mom and much like Edmund trying to be like his dad, Mary emulates her mom very often - albeit she’s more unhinged than Kate.

As for the Cousins & Aunt/Uncles:

So my personal HC is that Saphne, Kathony and Benophie are all very close because they all got married back to back and Simon, Anthony and Benedict are all buddies while Kate and Sophie are besties - Daph is close to them too but the sisters-in-laws have a closer bond since they are the only ones for the first decade. Then when John and Michael marry in, they are also close to Kathony because of Frannie (my personal HC is that Anthony and Frannie are the closest and she’s his fave sister).

In that vein all four of these couples’ kids would be close and besties. Solely based on age, I’d pair the following dynamics: - Edmund, Belinda (both 1815), Amelia (1814), Caroline (1816) - Madha, David (1817) and Charles (1818) get up to alot of hijinks - Charlotte, William (1822), Alexander (1820), & Violet (1824) - also of course Saphne’s ABC are there to be older sisters to Charlotte and Violet its a vibe - Mary and the other babies, Edward, John and Janet.

Bonus HC: Edmund unwittingly forms a group of all the first borns and get together weekly to snark about their annoying younger siblings lmao.

That’s my take on the Next Gen! Thanks for this ask Writer ✍️ Anon - can’t wait for your future ones ehehe

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#Bridgerton #Kathony #Kathony's Kids #Bridgerton HCs #Edmund Sharma-Bridgerton #Edmund Bridgerton II #Madhavan Sharma-Bridgerton #Miles Bridgeron #Charithra Sharma-Bridgerton #Charlotte Bridgerton #Mary Sharma-Bridgerton #Mary Bridgerton #Writer ✍️ Anon #Sanji Answer #Sanji Writes

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simonxriley · 2 years

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Pairing: Colonel Albert Reynolds x Major Hattie Cooper

Summary: Hattie celebrates her first mother’s day with her family!

Words: 1,038

Warnings: Minor angst

A/N: This was supposed to be a bit longer but if i wanted it to be posted today i needed to stop where i did. It also doesn’t help that I can’t concentrate for more than like two minutes at a time of something :).

All Hattie could hear coming down the stairs was laughter from Elle. Not just a little giggle she was prone to doing, but full belly laughter. It made her stop on the stairs to listen more clearly, a smile spreading across her face. Whatever Albert was doing to make her laugh that hard made her heart fill with love.

She came down the stairs and entered the living room where both of them were. He was sitting on the couch with Elle laying down on his thighs, looking up at him. She stopped in the doorway, watching them. Albert was making funny faces down at her, forcing more laughter out of her. She’s never heard Elle laugh that hard before, it did bring a smile to her face.

“That’s what I want to hear every morning!”

Her voice ringing out made him turn to look at her, a smile on his face. “You’re awake!”

“Yup.” She walked over and sat down next to him, smiling down at their daughter. “You let me sleep in.”

“It’s mother’s day, of course I’m going to let you sleep in.”

Hattie laughed. She should’ve known he would go all out for today, it was her first mother’s day after all. Who knows how long he’s been planning this, weeks, months, the moment she told him she was pregnant? Could be either one of them. That also means she knows sleeping in isn’t the only gift he got her.

“Alright, what do you have planned for today, love?”

“Check the kitchen table.”

She raised an eyebrow as she stood up and headed for the kitchen, not really knowing what to expect. When she entered she couldn’t believe the size of the bouquet she saw sitting atop of the kitchen table. It was beautiful! The closer she looked at it she saw pink roses and tulips, daisies, and yellow lilies with a little bit of greenery around the base.

As she looked at the flowers she finally came to that little white note peeking out from the abundance of flowers. She gently grabbed it to open it, it read ‘Happy mother’s day to the best mommy in the world! - Love, Elle!’. She closed the note back up with a small smile on her face before turning around to see both of them in the doorway.

She walked over to them, giving Elle a kiss on the head. “Being your mom is the best gift of all! Thank you for the flowers!”

“She knows how much you love her!” He gave Elle a little smile and kissed her temple. “Someday she might know just how far you’ll go to protect her.”

“I hope not.” She took her from his arms to hold her in hers, kissing the top of her little head. “She shouldn’t know what I did just to make sure she had her first breath.”

“That’s true.”

She thought back on the day she found out, all the emotions running wild. She was happy of course, but terrified. Not because she was going to be a mom, it was because she was still working with Anubis. She had no clue what he would’ve done if he found out she was. The one thing for sure is he would’ve killed that child. And Hattie wouldn’t have allowed that.

So she ran to Ba’al for help. He was reluctant at first, but helped in the end. If it wasn’t for him who knows what would’ve happened. And she would rather never know. Her daughter is alive and she’s back with her husband, that’s all that matters!

“What else do you have planned for today?”

“Surprisingly not that much.”

“Really? I thought for sure you would have this whole day planned.”

He laughed. “Elle’s only five months old and you deserve to have a relaxing day, just the three of us. I’m also cooking dinner I had planned.”

Hattie nodded her head. A relaxing day did sound nice, both of them have been working almost nonstop since they joined the SGC. Though she did take some maternity leave during the last few weeks of her pregnancy through the six week recovery period. Which took less time than that thanks to her symbiote.

She did wonder about her recovery time during her pregnancy. Most injuries heal within a day, more severe ones take about a week. It’s normal for the recovery period post-partum to be six weeks, for her it was two. It made her very happy that she decided to give birth at the SGC. It was also just the most logical with her symbiote.

“What’s the dinner you have planned?”

“That’s a surprise!”

She glared up at him and shook her head before leaning up to give him a kiss. “That’s rude. Albert.”

All he could do was laugh as she went back into the living room with Elle. She sat down on the couch, placing her in her lap. The past five months have flown by and Elle was growing like a weed. It was hard to believe that she’ll be crawling soon and then walking and talking. It seemed just like yesterday she was welcomed into the world.

“It’s not rude, that’s how surprises work.” He sat down next to them with a soft sigh, then leaned over to the end table to grab something. “Here.”

She looked over at the black velvet box and raised a brow. It was too big to be a bracelet or a ring so it had to be a necklace. She gently grabbed it from his hand and opened it. Inside was a silver chain necklace with Eleanor’s name written in gold in the middle. The design was simple, yet it would go with anything she wore.

“That’s your name, little love bug!” She looked over at Albert with a smile on her face. “Thank you, love! I’m going to be wearing this everyday.”

“You’re welcome, dear!”

He took the necklace out from its case and stood up, walking behind her to put it around her neck. She looked down at it, grabbing it between her fingers to get a better look. Now she’ll always have a piece of her daughter with her no matter where she goes.

#otp: through the stargate and beyond #colonel reynolds #oc hattie cooper #stargate sg1

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ask-butterscotch-and-friends · 21 days

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The Rest of Our Lives, Part 11

It had been almost a week since Finn spoke to his mother in person. For the past week, Butterscotch and Finn had been juggling between planning their wedding, and finding Finn’s father. Despite being given his name and photo, it turned out there were a LOT of Theodore Richmond’s in the world. So far, none of the ones they found looked even remotely like the man in the picture.

While Finn was at work, Butterscotch rubbed his eye tiredly as he scrolled through the internet desperately to find this man. He was specifically looking for an angel who probably graduated from Harvard, and worked as a lawyer. Butterscotch told Finn that he had simply woken up early to continue the search, but in truth…he didn’t sleep at all last night.

He yawns softly as he stares at the photo Margaret gave Finn, inspecting each and every Theodore Richmond he found to see if their photos matched. It took a long time…but eventually, one hour before Finn was supposed to come home from work, he found a match.

Butterscotch blinks, and takes a look at the man’s profile. He hadn’t changed a single bit from the photo, except this picture was in color. Theodore had emerald green eyes, red hair, pale skin with freckles peppered all over, and a small gap between his two front teeth. According to his profile, he actually didn’t graduate from Harvard…his college isn’t even listed at all. He wasn’t working as a lawyer either, he was a factory worker, living in Toon Long Beach. There was no doubt about it…this man was Finn’s father.

He smiles wide, before typing out a message and sending it to him.

“Hey there. You don’t know me, but my name is Elliott Sweeney. Do you know someone by the name of Margaret Reed? She’d be your former lover, and she had a kid with you in 1905? If yes, then you’re the person I’m looking for. Please give me a call as soon as possible so we can chat. It’s about your son, Finn.” Butterscotch attaches his phone number, and presses send. He also sends the man a modern image of Finn, so he would know Butterscotch was telling the truth.

Within SECONDS, the message is marked as read. Seconds after that…Butterscotch’s phone rings. He answers swiftly.

“Y-ello?” Butterscotch answers.

“Hey, is this Elliott Sweeney? You sent me a message just now saying you knew my son?” The man asks nervously.

“Yup, you’ve got the right guy.”

“Oh thank goodness…how are you acquainted with Finn?” Theodore asks.

“Funny you should ask…he’s actually my fiance. We’re getting married next month. His mother just informed him about your existence…he really wants to meet you.”

“Gods…I never thought I’d see the day! Ever since Margaret told me she was pregnant with him, I’ve wanted nothing more than to meet him! But she never allowed it...so many years I’ve missed because of her…tell me, is she still in Finn’s life?” Theodore asks, sounding cautious.

“She hasn’t been in Finn’s life for 97 years. They recently came into contact again specifically because Finn wanted to know about you…it took him giving her some big ol’ gashes on her face for her to finally give us your name, though…needless to say, he does not plan on getting into contact with her ever again.” Butterscotch answers.

“Haha!” The man laughs, but then clears his throat. “Well, that’s good. You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to meet him. Where are you guys living right now? I could come by with my wife as soon as possible.”

“We’re living in a small town called Fauna. It’s located just outside of Toon Los Angeles. I can give you the address. Though we are moving states after the wedding…”

“That’s only like a 34 minute drive!” Theodore says excitedly. “We’re on our way!

“Great! See you in a bit!”

Butterscotch hangs up. Boy, was Finn going to be surprised when he came home…

#Butterscotch and Friends #Butterscotch Sweeney #Finn Reed #BAF Lore #The Rest of Our Lives

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covingtonrp · 3 months

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JAMESON CARTER is looking for his EX-WIFE. For more details and how to contact the player, read below.

This connection is TAKEN.

Character Name: Jameson Carter

Connection Name: UTP

Age Range: 37-39

Type of Connection: Ex-wife

Suggested Faceclaims: Nathalie Emmanuel (this is who I HC'ed because I think she really fits the vibe but I'm definitely open to others), Shay Mitchell, Lindsey Morgan, Pallavi Sharda, any other POC FC

Details: fertility issues tw, miscarriage tw, infidelity tw,

Jameson and his wife met as undergrads in Emory in an Introductory Chemistry class. They both fell in love very, very quickly, in part because it was both of their first very serious relationship. Idealistically, they got married way too young pretty soon after they graduated (somewhere when they were 21-22 depending on your character's age). They were so hopeful and optimistic about their future together but as they got older, there were a number of points of conflict/incompatibility.

First, Jameson was dead set on being an academic because he was always a bookish kind of guy. She wanted to pursue her career (and during the duration of his schooling she was the one that was their primary income earner), but she also desperately wanted them to start a family. However, she understood his drive and they were both young, and between both their loans and being a single-income household, it made sense for them to hold off.

The next major sticking point was Jameson's educational pursuits and career opportunities taking them around the country. I imagined that she is also from Georgia and had wanted to settle back down. He always knew that eventually, he would settle in Georgia as well, but there was a part of him that wanted to see the rest of the country before making the inevitable return. Once again, she compromised for him because she knew that eventually, they would both move back to their home state. They went from Georgia to Durham to Chicago to Houston, which is where he got his first job as a professor at Rice. As he threw himself into work, this was when she reached her breaking point. She'd waited over half a decade for him to finish chasing his dreams, and it was time for hers. She gave him an ultimatum that either he start focusing on them and their marriage and their future family, or she would have to find someone who would give her what she wanted.

He agreed because he also always wanted a big family, but they did not anticipate how difficult it would be for them to conceive. For nearly two to three years, they were in and out of fertility clinics and doctors offices, and they considered a number of opportunities in case they were unable to conceive naturally. It was Christmas day in his house when she found out, after almost three years of trying, that they were successfully pregnant. Along with them, everyone else in the house found out. This was like a breath of fresh air and the type of shock of happiness their marriage needed to revive it. But it was short lived because the complications began pretty soon after all leading to Jameson making the most difficult decision of his life: his wife or his unborn baby. He picked her, and it shattered her and their marriage. They remained married for a little bit longer but when he got an opportunity to teach in Chicago, she didn't go with him this time. They tried long distance and they tried therapy. But she found comfort outside their marriage (I've left this intentionally vague because the extent and nature of her infidelity is up to you). When he found out, this was the hay that broke the camel's back in their tumultuous marriage. They split up, interacting exclusively through lawyers.

They have not communicated since he initiated divorce proceedings. She found out a few months into the process that she was pregnant (it was his given the timing of things). But seeing how their previous pregnancy went and the state of their relationship at the time, she didn't tell him. Instead she's been raising their daughter on her own. I think age wise, their daughter would probably be around two to three years old. After a few years of raising their daughter on her own, she's come to Covington with her. Her motivations for doing so now are totally up in the air.

I have a lot of thoughts on their marriage and relationship and what went wrong, where they stand, how this can develop, etc. that I can go on and on about, but this is already pretty long so reach out if you want more!!

Contact the player at: @ahalyaxreddy

#literate rp #mature rp #town rp #oc rp #active rp #tumblr rp #wc #fertility issues tw #miscarriage tw #infidelity tw

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waifuoftomonori · 6 months

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Aki After Tentacles: Chapter 1 - Fever (rough draft)

Story Summary: After defending the Princess from a tentacled Void-like monster, Akifusa wakes up biologically female. The only way for him to regain his former body (and hopefully get over his newfound attraction to his male best friend, who also happens to be Shiki’s husband) is to become pregnant. Or: In which I put poor Aki-kun through the wringer once again. *** [Foreword: I’ve been working on this fanfiction for a few months now— since August or so, I believe. It’s currently over 50k words, making it my longest fanfiction so far; I’m typing it up on Google Docs as well— scared to publish any of it on AO3 until I know I’m able to finish it, given my current track record, and it probably needs some editing and revision, but things are looking all right so far. The plot is progressing— yes, it actually has plot, I’m proud of myself. I still enjoy writing it, although some days I find it more difficult to write than others. I’ve reached the point in my writing where I’m willing to embrace dumb or unoriginal ideas instead of shy away from them. I think. I’m still a little shy about sharing this fic, in all honesty, although I had fun writing it. Anyway: thank you for reading this somewhat sloppy rough draft of a guilty-pleasure-slash-crack-fic-slash-smut fic that has spiraled into either porn with plot or just a really kinky, unconventional romance. (First chapter’s tame, though.) I appreciate it.] *** Chapter 1: Fever

The Princess parried a slash from a shapeless shadow-being, her heels churning up dirt from the force of the blow. They’d been fighting in these woods for hours with no reprieve. Their enemies were nearly impossible to track, their forms amorphous even in light, and the slivers of sky darkening through the crooked lattice of branches overhead spared them no mercy. An attempt to retreat would have resulted in massacre.

And in turning to fend off one of the horde, the Princess exposed her flank to another. Akifusa was the only one close enough to see a gruesome appendage, writhing with eerie eldritch energy, lash toward her from the black haze.

Instinct and years of rigorous training kicked in. With a warning shout, he sprang between the Princess and her attacker, muscles convulsing as his form shifted.

The last thing he was aware of, before Tokoyo-gami took over and eliminated conscious thought, was a wave of overwhelming heat as the tenebrous tentacle wrapped around him.

***

The ceiling, at least, was familiar.

Or maybe it was the bitter herbal smell that gave it away. That was probably it. The ceiling looked like most ceilings— which was still reassuring. At least the shrine hadn’t burned down.

They’d put him in Toshi Temple: not the training area where he regularly honed his sword skills, but the adjacent, rarely-used medical room. Poultices, bandages, and healing talismans lined the wooden shelves; two rows of nondescript futons were arranged against the walls (all but his unoccupied, he noted with relief).

But although he recognized his surroundings, his own body felt… strange, in a way that went beyond simple pain.

He heard a door sliding open, followed by soft footfalls approaching over tatami, and then the Princess’s face appeared overhead. Her breath caught when she found him conscious. “Akifusa…” She blinked quickly, but her eyes still glittered with unshed tears. “You were out for so long… I was worried.”

He wanted to throw his arms around her and reassure her he was fine, the mere sight of her in good health had revitalized him, but his muscles protested. Still, his lips twisted in a feeble smile before forming the word: “Princess…”

He paused. That had sounded off, although he couldn’t place why. Did he have a cold or something? Could you catch a cold while you were unconscious?

“Oh. Um, Akifusa? There’s something you should know.”

***

The Princess had told all of them about Aki’s transformation, and they’d all agreed not to say or do anything to humiliate the poor guy… or maybe girl any further. After all, if it wasn’t for Aki’s rushing in to defend his mistress, if it wasn’t for Tokoyo-gami’s power activating when it did, that battle would have ended very differently. It was thanks to Akifusa that all of them were still alive now; even Kuso knew this, beneath his arrogant sneers. And his current predicament sounded unsettling, all of them could agree on that much. (Gentoka didn’t see any reason for embarrassment, and Furutsugu’s first reaction was that it sounded kinky, but they both admitted— eventually— that it would take some adjustment.) They could resist the urge to tease him for a day or two.

But none of them had been prepared for the uncomfortable possibility that female Aki would be hot.

Of all the guys, in fact, Akifusa had seemed the least likely to provoke that particular problem if subjected to a sex swap. Not that this was something they (except Furutsugu, who had a very active imagination and no sense of shame) thought about often, of course. (Highest on Furutsugu’s list were Kodonomae, Kuso, and himself— he didn’t believe in false modesty. Gentoka and Tomonori would still be attractive, but more cute than sexually appealing, though he’d be intrigued to hear the Princess’s thoughts on the latter. The only person he’d ranked lower than Akifusa was the Princess, and he was willing to admit that was probably influenced by his personal bias toward women.)

But when the Princess appeared in the doorway with a blushing brunette at her side, shifting from foot to foot and avoiding everyone’s eyes, the whole room sucked in a breath.

Akifusa’s profile was a bit softer now— chin a bit smaller, cheekbones less square— but mostly the same as it had always been. Choppy layers of straight dark hair tumbled to his waist, with only a simple red ribbon (tied in a bow, as Tokoyo-gami’s had been) restraining them from falling into his eyes. Although his features still couldn’t compare to Shiki’s delicate beauty, all of the men had to admit to themselves, after the initial mental adjustment, that the end result certainly wasn’t repulsive. Anyone seeing Aki for the first time would have never guessed he hadn’t always been… well, a girl. (No one was quite sure on this point; none of them knew much about the powers of shadowy tentacle demons, making it hard to gauge the specifics of Aki’s transformation while he— or she?— had been unconscious.)

But the face wasn’t the part of Aki they had trouble dealing with. It was everything below the face that was the issue.

***

Akifusa’s cheeks blazed as he took a seat in his usual place, feeling his cumbersome breasts jiggle in the process; what was worse, the movement immediately drew all of the guys’ eyes, even though they all hastily looked away a second later. “S-stop staring!” he snapped in that frustratingly high-pitched voice that had replaced his own. “Perverts!”

“Calm down, Aki,” the Princess said gently, sitting beside him. “They’re just not used to seeing you like this. Give it a few days.” There was a noticeable gap on her left; her husband must have been working late. That was too bad. Other than the Princess, Tomonori was probably the one person Aki could trust not to drool over his new figure.

He lowered his voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “But what if they don’t stop after a few days?”

“Then we’ll deal with it from there. But for now, could you try to give them the benefit of the doubt? They’ve been worried about you as well, in their various ways. …And high levels of stress aren’t healthy, especially when your body’s still recovering.”

“…Fine.” Aki bit his lip, shifting position. With every slight motion he made, he was reminded that the body he occupied was female, and judging by the reactions of everyone else in the room, the way their cheeks flushed and their eyes kept wandering to his chest (only to jerk away once they realized they were ogling, to their credit), they were equally aware of this fact. He felt like he was going to explode from sheer mortification.

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s an improvement,” Furutsugu said, flashing Aki a flirtatious smile uncomfortably like the ones he usually saved for the Princess. Akifusa shot him a death glare.

Kodonomae cleared his throat. “Good to see you’re alive.” He raised a hand as if to slap Aki on the back but stopped halfway there, an odd look crossing his face. His massive palm hung in the air for an awkward moment before falling aside.

“Uh. Thanks.” At least he was trying. Still, did he have to act so weird about the whole thing? True, Aki was smaller now (it felt strange being shorter than the Princess, even though it was only by an inch or two), and his body was softer in a few places and slimmer in others, but it wasn’t like a single back slap would kill him.

“Kuso,” the Princess said, sitting up straighter as if anxious to change the subject, “were you able to learn anything from your trip to the spirit world?”

There was a long silence. Aki’s eyes wandered to Kuso and found the Crow purposefully averting his gaze, his cheeks vermillion.

“Nothing of value,” he muttered eventually, crossing his arms. “There were several accounts of similar transformations, but none this… noticeable, and all of the recorded instances wore off after one to five days. For further information, I’ll need to examine the b—” He broke off, face coloring even more violently; Aki gritted his teeth. He’d hated it when Kuso insisted on calling him “boy” in the past, but the god’s inability to say the word now felt like even more of a slight.

Gentoka, who’d been silently eating until now, spoke up. “I tried becoming a woman once, a long time ago.”

All of them stared at him, unsure how to interpret this.

He shrugged, reaching for another piece of fish with his chopsticks. “I thought if Aterui had a child to look after, it would give him something to live for besides vengeance. It didn’t work, though.”

Kodonomae recovered first. “The transformation, or…”

“No, that part was easy, but he didn’t want to mate with me in the new body, so I changed back. …This salmon is quite tasty. We should have it more often.”

Furutsugu smothered a laugh. More uncomfortable silence ensued.

“So… if it’s so easy, can you change me back?” Hope swelled in Aki’s chest, but the fox god shook his head.

“I only know how to change my own form. I thought that was obvious.”

“Then why’d you bring it up in the first place?!”

Gentoka frowned, golden eye fixing on him with complete innocence. “I was just making conversation. Not everything is about you.”

With a scowl, Aki lowered his gaze. ��I know that,” he muttered, ears growing hot.

“Do you want me to say something about you?”

“No, that’s—”

“It’s impressive you can stand with breasts that large, especially with your current height. I only made mine about a third that size when I tried. Your back must be killing you.”

Beside him, Akifusa saw the Princess wince, but he was already surging to his feet, blood boiling, ignoring the stab of agony in his ribcage. “I’ve had enough! You’re all acting like I’m a different person, just because— just because I grew these stupid breasts that I never even wanted in the first place! There’s more to me than just my body, so… so stop panting and knock it off already!”

He glowered at each of them in turn, eyes watering as he clutched his bandaged ribs, but no one seemed able to meet his gaze. Cowards.

And then a quiet, familiar voice ruptured the silence. “For once, Akifusa, I completely agree: they’re idiots, and you’re clearly the same reckless fool you’ve always been. Now shut up and sit back down before you break any more bones. Shiki worked very hard to heal you.”

Relief crashed over him as he turned toward the doorway. “Tomo—!”

Blood-red eyes met his own, and his breath shattered inside of him.

No. Oh no. He was dying.

He was dying, and that was why Tomonori’s features stood out to him in such luscious detail: the lurid crimson of his hair and eyes, the smooth curve of his cheek, those… those soft pouty lips. Akifusa’s mind was clinging to this precious image, knowing it would be his last; he was beginning to feel feverish, heart pounding a million miles a minute.

“Is everything all right, Akifusa?”

“Y-yes, Princess.” He hastily turned away and sat again. No need to worry her on his behalf. After all, as long as she stayed alive, he had a duty to protect her; Akifusa refused to let himself die yet.

“Akifusa.” Tomo’s soft voice caught his attention again as he took a seat beside his wife. A small, sincere smile darted over his lips, eyes clinging to Aki’s for just a beat longer than necessary. “Thank you for saving Shiki. I’m glad you survived.”

Crap. His fever was coming back. *** Hope you enjoyed. There’s a lot more written; I’m not sure yet how much of it to share on here. It’s hard when I have no idea how many people are reading this to begin with. Thanks for reading, though. :)

#hiiro no kakera 4 #work in progress #akifusa oki #fanfiction #tomonori kotokura #shiki ugaya #shiki x aki x tomo #shall we date: scarlet fate #rough draft #aki x tomo #shiki x tomo #don’t you hate when this happens to you?#not much shiki x aki honestly #but he still has a bit of a crush #Aki’s POV is fun to write

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