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fe-fictions · 1 month

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Accidentally spent three hours scrolling on your blog reading your work it’s,,, addicting,,, can I request some Robin angst (of any kind, I love how just so very primed for angst they are)? Tysm!!!!!! <3

(In honor of recovering like ALL my lonk stories...here's some lonk being scared of holding his baby daughter!!!!)

When Lon’qu first realized children could come from the future, he secretly hoped his would be a boy. There was great relief when Morgan came along, and when he was born, there were no issues.

Then you became pregnant again, with a surprise baby. Both of you were stunned; this hadn’t been planned in the slightest.

Lon’qu’s past fears of having a daughter reared their heads again. He prayed and prayed it would be a boy. But luck didn’t come twice.

When Lon’qu was finally allowed into the delivery room, he found himself staring at his wife, smiling through her tears at a little bundle of pink blankets. A girl...?

“Oh gods... ” Lon’qu whispered, feeling his heartrate pick up. His chest tightened, and fingers shook. A girl. A vulnerable, fragile little girl.

“There you are... Lon’qu, come look at her. She’s got your hair.” You gasped, exhausted from the day’s work. Lon’qu used all the willpower he had to comply, slowly inching towards the bed.

She was pink, and soft, and very small. He tensed up just looking at her. She was quiet; he remembered Morgan was still crying even after you got to hold him.

Lon’qu didn’t know what to think beyond, ‘I have a daughter.’

Gods help him, he had a daughter.

“I wanted to name her Marc... it was Morgan’s... his silly idea but, the more I look at her... the more it fits.” You laughed tiredly, “What do you think?”

“I-I... i-it’s a girl... ”

“Of course it’s a girl, you thickheaded man.” Maribelle waved a hand dismissively at him, “She asked you if you wanted to name your daughter Marc. Aren’t you paying attention?”

“I d-don’t... ” Lon’qu could barely breathe. Your brow furrowed, watching your husband worriedly. He looked like he was on the brink of panic.

“Lon’qu? Are you okay?”

“He’s just starstruck.” Maribelle dismissed your concern, “And you’re just tired. I’ll hand the baby off to him, and you can get some rest. She’ll be hungry in a little while and you need to sleep before she wakes up, again.”

You watched warily as she took the baby from your arms, and tucked you back in.

“Here, now. The father gets to have his turn, too. I’m sure you remember how to properly hold a baby, right, Lon’qu?” She figured as she held Marc out for him to take.

To your dismay, he didn’t budge.

You watched as he backed away, his posture rigid as if he had every intention to run away. You knew he struggled with his gynophobia, but... was it really so bad that he couldn’t even hold his own daughter?

“Well, what are you waiting for? Will you hold her or not?”

“I... ” Lon’qu swallowed thickly, fidgeting as he inched away from you both. He shook his head, “I can’t.”

The shame that swallowed his heart at those words was nothing compared to the look on your face. The tears he could see build in your eyes as he turned away from his daughter.

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It was hours after you had fallen asleep that Lon’qu moved, again. Maribelle had scolded him for a good while, settling the girl in the cradle by your bed. When she left, he finally decided it was time to make his move.

He knew he couldn’t let things be like this. He couldn’t just avoid his child. No matter how terrifying it felt, he hadn’t a choice.

He loved his daughter. He knew it, he just... had to prove it to himself.

With cautious steps, he came to where his daughter laid, grasping the side so tightly the wood could’ve snapped under his fingers.

He looked down at the bundle of blankets, and spotted the little fingers poking through, and that tuft of dark hair. His daughter.

Beneath the layers and layers of unreasonable fear, Lon’qu felt pride. Another child he had with the only woman he could ever love. He tilted his head; that couldn’t be true, anymore. Not now that he had this little girl to look after, too.

He sucked in a sharp breath, steeling himself. With trembling fingers, he reached in, and lifted the girl into his chest.

“... Marc... ” He whispered, doing his best to hold his own.

He felt her squirm under his nervous hold, knowing she could sense his discomfort. He grimaced; babies had a knack for that.

He sat down in the rocker beside the cradle, trying to relax. Deep breaths, he reminded himself. There was nothing to be afraid of.

This was his daughter; his little girl. ... His fragile, weak, vulnerable little baby of a daughter.

“F-forgive me, Marc.” He whispered, voice barely more than a breath. “I... I am only afraid because you are so small. If something happened to you... it would be like losing your mother... losing Ke’ri... all of it, all over again. I couldn’t bear it.”

He clutched her tighter, his head bowed as he gazed down at her peaceful rest.

“I’m sorry your father is such a coward. I should not have refused you. To think I did such a thing when you were just born... you must be so disappointed in me... ”

He shook his head, drawing one of his hands up. He held his finger to her, pushing it gently into her little hand.

His lips quirked a fraction of an inch upwards, feeling her itty bitty little fingers squeeze his tight.

“I... I promise, I won’t let it happen again. I’ll protect you. I won’t let any harm come to you, nor your mother or your big brother. He’ll be most excited to see you, too, y’know.”

He warmed at the feel of her snuggling into his chest, giving soft little squeaks as he spoke. She was so tender. So sweet.

Gods, he loved her so much.

“I promise, I’ll work harder than ever. I won’t... I won’t be scared. Not for you.” He promised her.

When you finally woke back up, your heartbreak was forgotten. There, dozing off in the chair, was Lon’qu holding your daughter, who looked plenty happy to be held by her father.

Though he was terribly embarrassed to have been caught, he came to your side, settling down beside you and doted on his two girls.

He would struggle with his daughter every now and again, but there was no question that he loved her with all his heart.

#lon'qu #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #fe: awakening #lonbin #lon'qu x robin #fem!robin #f!robin #f!mu #fluff #hurt and comfort #newborn angst #lonky loves his baby girl tho ;;;

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dyslexic-mess · 1 year

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So Tim comes home with a baby one day.

Obviously everyone's like o.o!!!!! O^o!!!! Baby!?!??!

Tim explains that he got cloned (happens to the best of us) and he couldn't just leave it and its a baby so he couldn't bring himself toooo...despose of it so he bought it home.

After his usual paranoid 'what if this is a ploy to destroy me' tirade and Tim's 'kons a clone and he's good', Bruce is actually pretty exited to have his first grandchild and everyone else dotes on there new nephew. New borns are difficult but Alfred is the biggest support and the kids host of aunty's and uncles are more than happy to baby sit when Tim needs a brake.

Plot twist.

As the kid grows he starts acting...weird. and not kid weird, just weird. His kainines are a little to sharp, his ears noticeably grow points, his eyes start glowing in the dark. Some of his nonsensical babbling starts to sound like a language, nothing anyone knows though, and Tims pretty sure he saw him float once. Obviously everyone's grown attached to the child and Tim's beside himself because what's going on with his son???

Then, one day, Tim runs into a man. He's got noticeably pointed ears and to sharp kainines and, from his place just behind the streetlights, his eyes seems to glow.

"Look...this is um. This is gonna be a little difficult."

He starts with and Tim blanches, hesitating but not moving. The man holds the back of his neck in an effort to self-sooth, braking eye contact for a moment. He trys again.

"A while ago someone tryed to clone me" a loud pause as a car thunders past. "I went to go and find them but when I got there, they where gone." his hand comes down from his neck to fiddle with his hoodie strings, deep blue eyes looking back at Tim. "I think" another pause, this one silent. "I think you have them, don't you?"

And Tim has his very worried suspicions confirmed. They had tested the baby to see if his DNA had been mixed with someone else's. There had been an indication it was but nothing solid and until the kid had started manifesting all there strange characteristics, Tim hadn't worried about it outside of the usual 3AM panicking.

The man explains that his name is Danny and he has a very...unique condition that certen people have been trying to replicate over the years. That they probably mixed his genes with a normal person's (Tim might have sniggered at that if he wasn't so scared shitless) in an attempt to make the clone more stable.

He apologises for getting him tangled up in this and says if Tim will just show him where the clone is, he'll get it out of his hair and take care of it. This is the point at which Tim puts his foot down. No one is getting his son 'out of his hair' and certnely not 'takeing care' of him.

Strangely enough, Danny seems relieved that Tim is so resolute about it, saying he's glad his son has been so well taken care of and assuring him that he has another clone who he loves alot.

They eventually figure the situation out with Danny explaining more about his 'condition' and even looking sad when Tim describes the boy and how grown he already is.

It turns into a really weird co parenting dynamic that gose through alot of growing pains.

#bek rambles about crap #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp #tim drake #dp x dc #shit my brain spouts at 3am #this could be a dic but honestly Im tierd and only really have the vaugh outline #alot of potentiol for angst and intresting dynamics though #I think it could be a really rich story given the breathing space #Im seeing like #teen parents struggling to coperant #maybe Tims a little bitter Danny missed the newborn stage #maybe dannys a little bitter he did to #also romance potential #maybe #I cant decide if that would be one to many tiings #or perhaps just the perfect amount #lemme mull it over

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saragarnier · 27 days

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Departure

Pairing: jay halstead x reader

Summary: Jay is y/n husband and he left her for eight months to go to Bolivia. When he came back, he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his wife again

Warning: none i guess, maybe a little bit of angst

English is not my first language, sorry if there’s some mistakes!

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When your husband came home that day asking you to sit down on the couch, you didn’t think that he was going to say what he actually said. You two worked at Intelligence for four years and you didn’t think possible for him to change the way he did. When you first met him you immediately knew that he was kind, gentle and a good cop: you knew that he would have done everything to help innocents and to stop criminals, you knew that he was a good person.

And then something changed.

You didn’t know if that was because of his partner, Hailey Upton, or because of Voight; you just knew that you didn’t recognize him anymore. You even talked about it with Adam, your partner, but you weren’t able to find a way to help him get through that.

You just wanted him to be happy again, you just wanted him to be himself again.

That’s why you let him go.

When he told you that he accepted the job in Bolivia you couldn’t believe it, you just couldn’t.

Was he running away from the unit or was he running away from you?

You didn’t know what was true, but you couldn’t just deny him to be happy again: if he needed to go, you would have let him go.

And that’s exactly what you did.

“It will be for eight months maybe a little longer, okay? I will be back home soon.” He said that day, kissing your forehead with glossy eyes. “I love you… i really do but i need to do this. Please don’t be angry with me, i’ll come back to you, i promise. You’re the love of my life, y/n.”

When he left some minutes later to take his flight, you fell on the ground, crying; you needed him near you, you needed him there with you but you just couldn’t deny him to be himself again.

That’s why you didn’t tell him the truth.

That’s why you hid it from him.

When Kim knocked at your door that night after having heard about Jay, you let her in and you just walked back to the couch, where you cried all day.

“Y/n…” she whispered, walking towards you and hugging you tightly. “It’s okay. It’s temporary, right? He will come back, okay?”

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t nod or shook your head in response, you just kept crying again and again and then, after some minutes, you spoke.

“We perfectly know that he can die there.” You said, finally telling the truth, finally admitting out loud what you had in your mind all day since he talked to you.

“Oh, y/n…” she kept hugging you and she also placed her hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you in some way. She wanted to say something, she wanted to help you go through all of that but her eyes fell on it.

It was on the table in front of the couch, exactly where you placed it after Jay left.

“What’s that?” She asked, keeping her eyes on the small object; she reached it and she looked at the result when you didn’t complain about it, then she looked up at you, shocked. “You’re pregnant?”

You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you wanted be alone in your thoughts, but Kim was there trying to help you and you really appreciated that, that’s why you just nodded, answering her.

“Does Jay know about it? Did He really leave you here alone knowing that you’re pregnant?”

Kim knew the answer deep down, she knew that Jay wouldn’t have left you there knowing that you were pregnant but she needed to know it for sure; when you shook your head saying “no”, she hugged you tighter.

“Oh, darling.” She whispered, caressing your back slowly and gently. “You should’ve told him, Y/n, i’m sure he wouldn’t have left knowing that.”

You sobbed, then you looked up at her and you shook your head again.

“T-That’s why i-i d-din’t tell him. He needed t-to go Kim, i c-couldn’t stop him.”

“But he had the rights to know the truth before taking such a decision!” She replied, shaking her head in disagreement.

“When he came here telling me about the job in Bolivia he already took it, he accepted it without even talking about it with me. I would have told him if he hadn’t already accepted it. He told me that he had a flight in few hours, how could i have told him? I know, after all, that he’s lost. He’s not himself anymore and, if taking that job is going to help him, then i will accept it. He said, after all, that’s only for eight months.” You said, even if he said that there was the possibility that he needed to stay a little longer. “When he will be back home, i will still be pregnant and he will be able to be here when our baby is born.”

Kim didn’t agree with you but you was still shocked, that’s why she didn’t say anything: she just hugged you, promising you that she would have help you.

And she did, as all your unit.

Kim, Adam, Hailey, Kevin, Hank and also Trudy helped how they could.

In the next months they helped you, they came to your house to keep you company and they accompanied you to the hospital every time you needed to do a visit.

You were never alone after all, but you knew, however, that the most important person for you wasn’t there. You couldn’t blame him since you didn’t tell him the truth, but still you missed him so much.

Your baby was healthy but he, or she, wasn’t ready to be born yet, even if one week passed since the due date.

In some ways you were relieved because you really wanted Jay to be there when you would’ve become a mother. Every single time someone knocked at your door or every single time your phone rang, you panicked, afraid that something happened to your husband while he was still in Bolivia. You didn’t talked to him in the last few months, mostly because you didn’t want to distract him during a mission and because you were always afraid of blowing his cover.

That’s why you hardly talked to him or contacted him on the phone, and he did the same thing for the same reasons.

Until you didn’t hear anything about him from the army, you knew that he was okay, you knew that he was still alive. And every day you kept going on, holding on this thought, holding on the fact that no one called you, so he had to be safe, he had to be alive.

You didn’t know when he would’ve returned home, but you just hoped that it was soon; you couldn’t get through labor without him by your side.

That day you was ready to go to the hospital for another visit with your gynecologist. You asked Adam to come with you and he immediately accepted; that’s why, when you heard someone knocking at your door, you thought it was him.

“C-Coming.” You said, trying to get up from the couch where you were waiting for him. Your belly was so big that it was difficult for you to get up easily. “Just give me one minute, i’m trying to get up from the couch.”

At the other side of the door there was not at all Adam, there was Jay with his bag on the shoulder, happy to be home again, happy to be able to see his wife again. But when he heard you saying that she was having difficulties getting up from the couch, he froze, thinking that you might have been hurt at work.

Before he could say anything, the door opened in front of him and he immediately looked at his wife; he was left speechless, standing in front of the door frame, looking at his wife that was definitely pregnant.

“J-Jay?” You whispered, shocked. You didn’t expect him to be there, you thought that he would have informed you before coming home, but he was there, in front of you in all his beauty. Being so far from him for almost nine months was hard for you: you went through hell alone, especially when you almost lost your baby, and having him in front of you was like a dream. You definitely thought that you were still dreaming.

“You’re pregnant.” He said, unable to look away from your belly. He let go the bag that he had on his shoulder, letting it fall to the ground. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he just couldn’t believe it. “Am i the father?”

That was the first thing that popped into his mind when he saw you and he immediately regretted saying that out loud when he saw your face.

“What do you mean? Are you really thinking that i slept with someone else just right after your departure? You’re my fucking husband, of course you’re the father.”

You were so angry.

You didn’t even realize it till that moment.

You were so angry because he left you alone with a baby in your belly, even if he didn’t know it, even if it wasn’t his fault since you decided not to tell him the truth. But you were definitely angry: he stayed away for so long and the first thing that he asked you is if you got pregnant with someone else?

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come back!” He said after few moments, still standing in front of the door, still shocked by the news.

“You took the job before asking me what i thought about it, what did i have to do? You didn’t even took one day to talked with me! You came here, saying that you were going to Bolivia and that you had a flight that same day!“

Jay knew that coming back home wouldn’t have been easy, he knew that you would’ve been upset and you had all the rights to be angry with him, but he definitely didn’t expect to come home and find you pregnant.

“Wait, did you know you were pregnant when i left?!”

You froze, then you stepped back and you invited him to enter the apartment, to talk about it privately.

Jay immediately came in, leaving the bag on the ground, completely focused on his wife. You closed the door behind you two and you leaned against the kitchen counter, sighing.

Jay, even if he was mad at you, immediately walked towards you and helped you; then he took a chair and he invited you to sit down, placing an hand on your shoulder and caressing you gently. You appreciated it but you perfectly knew that you two have still to talk about it.

“Yes.” You answered after that, placing an hand on your own belly, caressing it gently and feeling the baby kicking you hard. “I discovered it the same morning you accepted the job. I wanted to tell you when you came home but you talked first and I couldn’t tell you after that.”

Jay couldn’t believe his ears, he couldn’t believe that his wife hid something important like a baby from him for almost nine months. You should have told him, you should have told him the truth because he wouldn’t have left knowing that you were pregnant with his baby.

“You should have told me, Y/n!” He wasn’t able to control himself, he just yelled at you and, after that, he regretted it. You slightly jumped on the chair, with tears running down your cheeks. You knew that, you knew that he had all the rights to be angry with you but you weren’t prepared for this. You just wanted him to be home because you needed him but you never thought about how he would’ve reacted at the news. You had time to prepare yourself to become a mother and then he came home and discovered that he’s going to become a father in what, few days?

“I’m sorry.” He immediately told you, kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your arms. “I’m sorry i yelled, it’s just that…. I wanted to know, I wanted to be here with you.”

You sobbed and cried, especially when his hands touched you after all that time. You missed him so much.

“I know.” You sobbed, looking at him. “I’m sorry, i wanted to tell you but I know that you wouldn’t left and… you said you needed it, I couldn’t stop you from that. I just wanted you to be happy again, I couldn’t see you so sad here. And… when you came here saying that you accept the job in Bolivia… i just couldn’t take it away from you. You were right saying that i had to let you go, i saw it in your eyes.”

Jay caressed your arms slowly and gently, then he leaned closer and he kissed your forehead.

“I’m sorry i left you alone.” He said, softly. And it was true. All the time, when he was in Bolivia for his new job, he thought about you and he felt guilty because he knew that you were alone, he knew that you would probably have been hurt. That’s why he asked Kim, Adam, Kevin and Hailey to be near you in case you needed them.

“Well, i wasn’t alone, was i?” You smiled softly through your tears; you took his hands and placed them on your belly the moment you felt your baby kicking. “He, or she, was with me all the time.”

Jay felt the kick against his palms and his eyes immediately filled with tears.

“Say hi to your daddy.” You whispered, apparently talking to your baby while looking at Jay in the eyes.

Jay wanted to say something, wanted to kiss your belly and whispered something to it like he was talking to your baby, but before he could say something, you moaned in pain.

“What’s wrong?” He immediately asked, concerned. “Is everything okay, babe?”

You looked down at yourself when you felt your legs wet.

“Oh no.” You whispered.

Jay looked at you, confused. “What’s happening?”

You looked at him and moaned in pain.

“ i think I’m in labor.”

“Fuck.” He said, placing an hand on his mouth after that. “I’m sorry, i swore in front of the baby!”

You giggled and shook your head but you were interrupted by the first contraction; you moaned in pain and you looked up at him.

“Hospital.” You whispered and he nodded.

“Hospital.” He agreed. “Holy shit, I’m going to be a father.”

“Jay.” You said while he took the car keys and the labor bag you prepared some weeks ago; he came back to you and he helped you get to your feet.

“I’m sorry!” He said, referring to his previous words.

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carnation-damnation · 1 year

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Fucking cooks that sa2 thing

#ugh. dude. the.#shadow doesnt know how to mask the tism he's literally like a shaking newborn #sketches #angst #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog

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cologona · 3 months

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I love the angst of Jason losing all his scars to the pit, looking for all the world like he’s in perfect shape -maybe even being told by whoever he goes to for medical stuff that he’s in prime health there’s nothing wrong with him- but he still has chronic pain. He’s been through so much suffering and continues to feel it all the time, but there’s nothing to show for it. No proof. Is it even real? Does it even matter?

…mm Yummy!

#Jason fights recklessly #not because he’s a bad fighter but because he needs something else to distract from the pain alighting his nerves #because he needs his weird newborn adult body marked up again #he needs to look how he feels #angst #Jason todd #headcanon #put a pin on it

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draconic-ichor · 1 year

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Some angsty ER Mother’s Day art brought to you from the newly made Mother: Marika!

#just babies…#angst art #I’m not sorry #blood tw #newborns #the omen twins #mohg #morgott #marika #Queen marika #elden ring art #my art

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brindashard45 · 9 months

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More Cover (sketched)

Scp X Robot Trains Au version [angst/sad], this is where Scp-4641 [Duke] begin her life and being experimented with the unwanted, near-death experience tests and forced to impregnated with a fertility egg implantation, which she could bear a offsprings within 15 months and maybe experimenting on her offsprings that resulted deaths and terminations at the secret place of the Scp foundation facility’s laboratory and light containment room zone, before her escapes…

It is being inspired by the special song of “More” from “Halsey”

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Do not steal, reposted, or trace without my permission!

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Fanart for @dooniicheezii @mamawolfy @mica-mice @chocolatedeersandwich @daleblackberry @ggangsury @futuristictyrantearthquake @timidgarden7 @darkaudi @wally-darlings and the others I know the most.

who is alway stay by my side and support both of my emotions, mental health, my depression, and anxious that was already went inbalanced and becoming unstable, which it is still hurts a lot.

just right after my discord alt account of galarmonarch_queen_kaystar45/Galar Monarch|Queen Kay’Star got hacked.

But, I only have three more discord account were safe and sound.

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Main account: galarmonarch_queen_dukestar45/Galar Monarch|Queen Duke’Star.

Second account: gigantamxed_duke_shard/Galar Monarch|Gigantamaxed!Duke.

Third account: GalarMonarch|Queen Brinda#9476/GalarMonarch|QueenBrindaShard.

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But, I won’t even better, after it happens…

But, I’ll like to thank you for supporting, helping me dealing with my mixed and unstable emotions that I’ve been through my hard life and I won’t even getting better.

But, please send a fanart to me, make me feel better

Thank you.

#art #sketchbook #robot trains #robot trains duke #Gigantamaxed!Duke #Gigantamaxed!Dukarina #gigantamaxed #Duke [Scp-4641]#Scp-4641 #Newborn Baby [Scp-4641-A]#Scp-4641-A #scp fandom #scp fanart #scp foundation #scp oc #robot trains oc #fanart #my ocs #angst/comfort

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painfulrant · 1 year

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Part Four: The Night

JJ Maybank x Reader

Part Four

Angst, Fluff

Once they arrived back at the Chateau, JJ was out of the Twinkie and on Y/n’s side of it in seconds, holding his arms in the position she instructed with hopeful and excited eyes. She couldn’t help the smile and giggle that left her lips before she gently laid the newborn in his arms. Grabbing the remaining bags and box she got, she followed J and the baby inside.

“I may need your help setting up the crib.” She called out to him when she noticed him trying to sneak away with the baby.

“You got a crib?” He asked, walking backwards and sticking his head around the corner.

“Yeah, they have it in this box. It’s not a very good one… it was only $49.99 but it was small enough that I could pack it around and it’d work for the night.” She called back over her shoulder, putting the baby’s bottle in the microwave for 15 seconds.

“What’re you doin?” He asked, moving so he and the baby stood waiting behind her. She turned and leaned against the counter waiting, a small grin tugging on her exhausted face.

“I’m warming his bottle.” She answered before hearing the beeps of the microwave. Grabbing it out, she covered the tip before shaking it and gently letting some drip on her wrist to test whether it was too hot for the baby.

“What’re you doing now?” He questioned, watching her every move.

“Testing the bottle to see if the milk is too hot for the baby.” She answered moving towards them.

“Is it?” He questioned looking at the bottle as though it were his soul enemy. A small laugh sounded around them, Y/n shaking her head.

“No. It’s not gonna hurt him.” She reassured him. “Give me the baby, and then grab the crib and baby clothes please.” It wasn’t so much a question but rather a demand. When he reluctantly handed the baby over, she gave him a sweet reassuring look.

“He’ll be here when you’re done setting the crib up and I’ll even let you finish feeding him.” With that, she gently swood the baby while walking with the bottle in hand, heading towards the guest bedroom. She heard him whisper mocking her under his breath, drawing a shake of the head and a knowing smile from her.

Carefully sitting down, she grew comfortable with her knees up and her back supported by the wall, all while making sure the baby was comfortable.

“You’re safe now, my precious boy.” She whispered softly, gently bringing her face down to give him butterfly kisses. “Now let's get you fed.” She offered, bringing the baby bottle to his mouth. She made sure to tilt it just right, propping her arm up with pillows, while exhaustion plagued her.

JJ sat on the living room floor trying to figure out how exactly to put the crib together. It had been about five minutes and he was already about to give up. However, as he clipped the last piece together, a surge of pride rushed through him while he fisted the air, a small ‘whoop!’ coming from him. Grabbing the crib, he slowly and steadily moved it down the hallway and opened the guest bedroom door when he stopped with wide eyes. On the bed, Y/n laid with her hair in a messy bun, a soft glow of love all over her skin, sleepy eyes, and a baby in her arms, feeding.

He stared awe struck for several moments before Y/n finally noticed him and tilted her head in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” She slurred out from exhaustion.

“You’re beautiful.” He answered immediately, surprising himself when he realized he had said it out loud. A soft smile formed on her lips, a smile that made his heart speed up and warmth form in his cheeks.

“Wanna feed him?” She whispered, the baby’s eyes fluttering open and close every few moments. She breathed out with a soft sigh, looking down at the small baby in her arms.

“He’s fighting sleep.”

That was all that was said before he quickly set the crib beside the bed and moved to sit beside her. She gently sat up, removing the bottle from the half asleep newborn, bringing out a round of weak cries. He was soon placed in JJ’s arms, Y/n setting the pillows up under his arms and giving him the bottle for the baby.

“How..” He began but stopped feeling embarrassed from his lack of knowledge.

“How what, my love?” She encouraged softly, sitting forward to grab the baby clothes.

“How do I feed him?” He rushed out, looking up waiting for the judgment he was sure to receive. What he got instead was a warm smile and loving eyes that shocked him.

“Here. Hold the bottle at this angle-” she instructed once more, moving his hands so he was doing it, “and then make sure he doesn’t choke on the milk. You hold it at that angle to make sure he isn’t getting too much air when he’s drinking.”

“Alright.” He nodded, switching his eyes between the baby in his arms and his baby who sat beside him, pulling tags off a newborn pj onesie and a onesie with pants and a newborn button up shirt.

“These are his outfits for tonight and tomorrow.” She answered, looking at the bag that laid on the bed with horror that shortly turned into disappointment.

“What?” He asked, not liking the look on her face. He knew it wasn’t directed at him but somehow that made it worse because he knew it meant that she was disappointed in herself.

“I got diapers and baby powder… but I forgot the baby wipes.” She whispered defeat. He looked down, having just realized the baby wore nothing beneath the blanket.

“Well lucky for you, he hasn’t pooped.” He stated, guessing that was the end of the conversation and hoping it would cheer her up. It didn’t though.

“Yeah but we gotta get the dirt off him and if he does poop then we’ll have nothing to wipe him with.” She answered, looking at him with tears in her eyes. Tears that made his mind and heart scream at him. He hated when she cried, it tore his heart.

“Cupcake, we have rags and working water. John B finally paid the water bill.” He announced. Looking down at the now sleeping newborn, he smiled. “He’s asleep. I actually put him to sleep!” He whisper-shouted with excitement causing a bubbly laugh from his love, doubling his pride and joy.

Not only did he put a baby to sleep but he also got his love to laugh during a stressful situation. Two birds, one stone. This was going to be a fun night.

#jj maybank x reader #jj mayback imagine #sad thoughts #newborn #outer banks #angst and fluff #JJ maybank father #part 4

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virgil-is-a-cutie · 19 days

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Ya know that au where Charlie visits Heaven as a child bc there was an agreement she'd visit every 3 months and stay with her parents back in hell for 1 month

No yeah I'm thinking of a heartbreaking prompt for Lucifer with that

#jenny speaks #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #just angst for my man #will they force him away from his newborn he struggled to give birth to???#yes but its heaven theyre cruel what do u think

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djdangerlove · 11 months

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I have so much to do and so little attention span to do it.

#I have so many things I have to do for 911hiatus #and I want to do something(s) for the 911 angst fest thing #and I have to continue to apply for jobs so I can leave my current one #I have to edit the photos I took for my sister’s newborn pictures #and the. also make her a surprise book with them #and I have so many fic tabs open I have no idea how I will catch up

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fe-fictions · 2 years

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Euhehehehehe I don’t think Frederick has had enough stress put upon him, so how about Robin bleeding pretty bad after she has Morgan and you can just feel the soul leaving the poor man’s body?

(I swapped it to Marc because I think I've done a few Morgan stories~ enjoy some angst featuring Stressed Fred and Toddler Morgan! ; U ; )

It was the day of your daughter’s birth. Morgan was the healthy age of two when you first discovered you were with child again, and just over three when you went into labor.

A nice age gap between the two of them, you thought they’d grow up to be the best of friends. You and Frederick were quite excited to welcome another little one into your home, and a most unexpected one at that.

However, 12 hours ago was when you’d gone into labor. You had yet to come out of it, and Frederick was becoming more and more concerned the longer it took to hear anything.

Well, aside from the cries of pain and the worried communication muffled between clerics. He had considered breaking down the door several, several times. But he also knew that it might not be a good idea if he didn’t want Maribelle to ban him from the space.

So instead he waited. Morgan was in the care of Chrom and Sumia, which meant he could play with Lucina and Cynthia all he wanted. He wouldn’t have to worry like Frederick was, right now. As far as he knew, everything was going great and he’d be getting a little brother or sister in no time.

Eventually, Libra stepped out of the delivery room, looking utterly exhausted.

Frederick all but lept on top of him.

“Sir Libra!”

“Captain,” The priest sighed his name, too tired to offer his usual patient smile.

“Robin- is she all right? Is the baby here?”

“Not yet. She is progressing slowly, but we have yet to see any signs of danger or concern. It is simply a harder labor for her than Morgan was.”

“I see.” He found some comfort in knowing what was happening was not uncommon, or something to be worried about. But knowing you were having a harder time with it than when you had Morgan, it still ate at him.

“Do we have any idea when she’ll deliver?” Frederick asked worriedly, but Libra shook his head.

“It can’t be much longer, but she hasn’t fully dilated yet.”

“Can…can I see her? A-at least until she’s ready to deliver. I want to encourage her, or at least be there to lend her support.”

“You know the rules as well as I do, my friend. If I could let you in before the delivery was done, I would, but….I’m afraid that is not something even the Exalt could do.”

“I know.” Frederick swore to himself, running a hand through his hair. “Well…I do not wish to keep you. Please, continue with what you were going about. A-and if something changes soon, please-”

“You will be the very first to know.” Libra put his hand on Frederick’s shoulder.

Unfortunately for Frederick, it would all get worse before it got better. The midwife had sent out Libra, Lissa and Maribelle at various points to restock or fetch something for you. Each time, he could hear you struggling for a few agonizing seconds before the door closed again.

You were dilated, at last, another hour later.

Vaike and Sully had come to support their captain, waitin gwith him and trying to get him to eat something, at least. He wouldn’t be any good to you if he fainted from the stress in tandem with not taking care of himself.

At some point he was able to eat some bread, but he barely remembered it. What followed was a blur of noise. The doors were opened, and Lissa announced the birth of the Captain’s very own baby girl.

A healthy six pounds, four ounces, and had a shock of dark brown hair just like her brother and her father.

The baby was here. It was done.

Frederick hurried past his cheering friends and the relieved clerics, rushing to your side.

He found you slumped back in the sheets, looking utterly spent. You were pale, you were covered in sweat and your hair was a matted mess, but gods if you weren’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever set his eyes on.

It had frightened him, if only for a moment, when he realized you looked much more tired than you ever had when Morgan was born.

Your eyes were barely open.

But you still smiled when he came to you, kneeling beside the bed. A bundle of blankets held weakly in your arms shifted just slightly, the tiny cries emitting from it a welcome sound to both parents.

“You did it, Robin. You did excellently. Our daughter…we have a daughter!” Frederick whispered with such joy in his heart.

You nodded at him, a meager laugh falling from your lips.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

“She’s absolutely beautiful.” Frederick replied, breathless, peering into the squirming bundle.

A bright pink face greeted him, tiny fingers opening and closing in search of something to grasp.

Quickly, Frederick pushed his own finger into her tiny hand, which settled her just enough.

“She is?”

“She is, Robin. Look at her, she’s…she’s the image of perfection.”

Neither of the parents noticed the growing flurry at the foot of the bed.

Worried murmurs and quickening steps between the medical staff.

“I can’t…see.”

“What?”

Frederick paused, tearing his eyes from his daughter to look at his wife.

You were somehow paler.

Your breathing was shallow, and you had your eyes open, but you weren’t seeing him.

You couldn’t see him.

“Robin?” He grasped your shoulder, squeezing tight. “Robin, what’s wrong? What’s going on?”

He stood from your side, and it was then he realized the atmosphere of the room had shifted wildly.

“She’s still bleeding. We can’t stop it-”

“We need more hands. If we don’t get this under control…”

“Maribelle?” Frederick left your side, reluctantly, but the panic was setting in.

She managed to glance over at him, and that was when he saw the fear in her eyes.

It froze the blood in his veins.

“She’s losing too much blood.”

“No-”

“We need more clerics. Can you-”

He was out the door before she could even ask. He burst through, startling the Shepherds that had gathered to congratulate the couple.

They didn’t expect Frederick to sprint past them all and race down the hall.

He veered past Chrom and Sumia, not even realizing they were carrying the princesses and his son.

“Papa!!”

“W-was that Frederick?”

“It was,” Sumia’s face clouded with worry, watching Frederick shoot past. “Do you think…something’s wrong?”

Chrom frowned, sharing a glance with his wife. Morgan picked up on the shift immediately.

“Is Mama okay?”

“I’m, ah, sure she’s just fine.” Chrom managed, “But maybe we should take a little break real quick. How about you all go play for a little bit? I don’t think your mom’s had the baby yet.”

Chrom went in the opposite direction of his friend, who just barely made it to the healers.

It was frantic, but he was shouting for help loud enough that anyone in the castle could hear it.

The head nurse all but jumped out of her seat, frightened by the man heaving for breath in the doorway.

“C-Captain Frederick?! What’s going on?”

“Robin’s bleeding out- she needs help, now!!” He managed to explain, “Bring everyone you can! A-and all the staves you have!!”

The next time the Shepherds saw him, Frederick was leading a small army of healers. The chaos that had started in the delivery room was spreading through the castle, now.

Word spread.

The Chief Tactician was in danger.

In all the madness, at least, Frederick did not have to worry about being kicked out of the room, again. He led the charge into the room, making a beeline for his wife.

“Robin!!”

His heart dropped at the sight of you; you were so pale. The baby was crying, barely held in your arms. Worse yet, you weren’t conscious.

“Robin, please-” He choked, reaching for your face. His attempts to wake you were futile. “Wake up. Please, please wake up.”

He did not feel the tears that fell from his cheeks. Shaking hands came around the newborn, taking her into his arms.

“My love…” He choked, time slowing to a crawl.

This couldn’t be the end of your story. Not after everything that happened, after everything you went through.

Your sacrifice had been impossible enough- the worry of Morgan’s birth and the potential for complications, but now- having your daughter had actually made all that fear real.

He couldn’t fathom raising his children- his children- without their mother. His wife. The love of his life, his reason for living, his world.

“I beg of you, Robin…do not leave us. I cannot do this without you. We can’t do this without you.” He clutched his daughter tightly, grasping your hand.

In that moment, your eyes slid open. They were glassy and your vision was blurred. But you reacted to his voice. His breath hitched, finding your gaze locked with his.

“F-Frederick…”

Oh, gods.

“Yes, love?” He took your hand up, your fingers trembling with effort. You were both crying, now.

“I’m…scared…”

“Don’t be.” He shook his head, taking in a quaking breath, “I-it’ll be all right. We’re healing you now. Y-you won’t leave us. You can’t leave us.”

“Her name…” You trailed off, trying and failing to keep your eyes open.

He moved closer, the baby starting to squirm as his hold anxiously tightened.

“Her name…?”

“Marc…”

A tired smile curled your lips just slightly, eyes flickering to the little girl beginning to cry. Frederick would not dare take his eyes off you.

“Take care of Marc, a-and…and Morgan…”

“Robin.” He touched your cheek, feeling how cold your skin had become. “Robin!”

“Frederick!! You’re not supposed to be in here!”

A sudden number of hands were on him, pulling him from the bed.

“No!” He stumbled back, fighting to stay beside you. “Robin!!”

He was torn from your side, forced out of the room once again.

All you could see was the hazy image of your husband, crying out for you while your newborn daughter wailed in his arms.

It became quiet. Then…dark.

Alone.

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There was a moment when your eyes opened, again. At first, it felt like a dream.

Lazy sunbeams drifted across the blankets, a warm breeze swaying the curtains to and fro with gentle pleasantness.

Surely, this wasn’t real.

You turned your head, observing the room. You were in your quarters.

The room was immaculate, clean enough that not a speck of dust lingered anywhere. It was all familiar, everything in its place.

On the far end of the room, past Frederick’s side of the bed, there was a small change.

A bassinet.

The memories flooded back in an instant. Your water breaking, Frederick rushing with you to the medical wing, and then the painful blur of a long labor.

You remembered the birth…Frederick looking at you with great fear, and then…nothing.

Vague crying and shouting faded in and out of your memory. But you were alone in the room, now. No stuffy clerics hovering around you, no husband or son or daughter.

Had you died?

You shifted up on the bed, moving to throw your legs over and rush from the room. The sharp pain in your thighs put a quick stop to that.

You winced, followed by a sudden dizziness that overcame you from the whiplash of movement.

“Robin!”

A startled voice grabbed your attention. You looked up to find Frederick staring in the doorway, arms full with a bundle of blankets.

He was quick to your side, pushing a hand to your shoulder.

“You’re in no condition to be up- you’re on strict bed rest for another week, at least!”

“F-Frederick?”

“Stay right there.” He made sure you were firm on your back before he stepped away, settling the bundle carefully into the bassinet.

The baby.

“She’s…she’s okay?”

“Yes.” Frederick took a deep breath, peering into the cradle with a tired smile. “She has been receiving round-the-clock care from Lissa and Maribelle. Milord assigned a personal wet nurse to us, at least while you’re recovering. She is healthy and behaving normally, thank Naga.”

“How long was I asleep?” You stared at him, though his lips drew into a thin line when the question was posed.

He returned to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand gently touched your thigh.

“I would not say you were asleep, Robin… For a few days, you have been in varying states of consciousness, while you fought to stay…with us.”

Your mouth went dry.

“...Did I...die? Again?”

“No.” He shook his head fervently, “But you were not doing well after the delivery. You were bleeding profusely, almost to the point that healers could not help you. After that first day, they were with you constantly. You had a fever, one morning, and the next your limbs were trembling despite your unconsciousness… You even opened your eyes and looked at me, once. But it did not last long.”

“Oh, Freddy…” You trailed off, seeing how the anxiety clouded his face. He had been worried. Terribly worried.

You were the source of Frederick’s greatest fears…yet again.

“Do not worry about me. You are awake now, and that is all that matters. Libra informed me yesterday morning that he expected you to come around, soon. You’ve been healing steadily since the start of the week.”

“What day is it?”

“I believe it is Wednesday.”

“And, um…when did I go into labor?”

“Monday. Two weeks ago.”

“Oh my gods.” You covered your face with your hands, “I’m so sorry, Frederick. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. A-and after everything, to think…to think I almost left you to raise our children alone. Again!!”

“Shhh… It does not do well for you to be upset when you’re in such a fragile state.” Large, warm hands pulled yours away from your face.

He kissed your fingertips, giving you a smile that you did not deserve.

“But F-Frederick, I almost…a-and Morgan, and our daughter…”

“You did not leave us. I have not lost my wife, yet.” He whispered, touching his forehead to yours. He held your hands to his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong despite the terrors he had suffered in the last several days.

“Even so, I-”

“Do not apologize. If we’d known that having a second child would come with all these risks, I’m sure you wouldn’t have wanted to try, at all. But what’s important is that you survived, and Marc is healthy and happy. All is well.”

“M-Marc?” You sniffled. Frederick nodded, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to dry the tears you hadn’t even realized were falling.

“Would you like to hold her?”

“Yes.”

You vaguely remembered holding your daughter when she was born, cleaned up and swaddled for her mother’s first embrace.

It did not last long, and you could not think of it being a special moment. But when Frederick placed her in your arms, none of it mattered.

The connection you felt to your little girl was instantaneous. Your husband could not stop the smile when the tears fell from your eyes again, utterly enraptured by your newborn daughter.

“She is perfectly healthy.” He spoke softly, settling into the bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest while you cuddled with Marc.

“Does she recognize me?” You sniffled, snuggling her as close as you possibly could. “I can’t believe she had to go so long without me, just after being born…”

“It has only been two weeks, compared to nine months listening to your voice and your heartbeat.” He reminded you, pushing his finger into her open hand as he had every day since her birth. She grasped onto him accordingly, the warmth and familiar sounds bringing the little girl ease.

“That’s true,” You agreed, leaning into him. “I suppose we just have a lot of catching up to do, regardless.”

“You’ll have plenty of time. I spoke with Chrom to approve an extended maternity leave for you. Considering the healing you still need and the trauma all of us went through, he didn’t hesitate to give you a few extra months.”

“I’ll have to thank him.” You sighed, “And you, for being so considerate.”

“You stayed with us, and gave me two beautiful children. It is, quite literally, the very least I could do for you.”

You cupped his cheek, beaming up at him.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. And you,” He added, a father’s soft pride directed to his newborn daughter.

The three of you remained together for the afternoon, with Frederick getting up only to take care of you or the baby, make you some food or help you to the wash room (it had been two weeks, after all).

Morgan would return from his “play date” with Kjelle and Sully, only to find his mother awake in bed holding his baby sister.

The bed got a little more crowded that evening, but you couldn’t have been happier. You survived a perilous delivery, but now, you had a lovely little knight in your family army.

It was the happiest time of your lives.

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winniewings · 2 years

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Her name is Sarah : Part 1 (Bucky Barnes)

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x original female character

Warnings : Past rape, protagonist was sexual abuse victim, past abuse, scars, blood .

Summary : Who could say that a normal night walk would change Bucky Barnes life forever, when he finds a distressed woman with blood stained clothes seated next to a New York's street dust bin , holding her naked newborn baby in her arms staring at the blue eyed man with her vulnareble hazel eyes.

Part 1

A seemingly quiet night walk of Bucky was harboring someone else's loud pain, and that he did not know when he was walking down the street with both his gloved hands tucked in the pockets of his leather jacket. He took a peek above at the velvety sky and spotted a large full moon's mockingly gorgeous features greeting him while he penetrated the depths of a narrow street. His super soldier's senses quickly activated as he saw someone's barefoot moving on the farthest corner of the street, right behind one of the large black dustbins. As an immediate response, he pulled his gun out from his pocket and carefully approached the spot taking slow former assassin's steps with his arm extended ready to shoot... if the need arises. As he got closer, he allowed his brow to furrow, realizing that this was a woman's toes... delicate feminine flesh and bone moving very gently a couple of feet away from his orbs... He did not let his guard down and kept the gun ahead of his body.

When he was a step away from the creature that had aroused his curiosity on another level, his mind shook for a second hearing the sobs of said lady…what really broke his mind wasn't this sound but the sound of a baby's scream-crying.

He could wait no longer and came in front of his target with a brisk but sharp move, pointing his gun at her... however, lowering it as soon as he saw who it was… a disheveled brutally beaten young woman in a light pink nightgown carrying a naked newborn baby in her arms, staring at Bucky with horror as a result of him aiming the weapon at her face while tears streamed down her cheeks under the yellow street lights.. What got Bucky's attention was the woman's one of a kind bright amber eyes when he was staring at her shocked to see her there in such condition.

She was criminally beautiful, even the pool of salty water drawing her eyes couldn't hide the light that emerged from the color of her orbs. What really pulled the former Soviet assassin's ground like a carpet was her state. She was utterly worn out and her face was flushed, with her hair covered in thick layers of sweat and arms in dirt. Then, his eyes fell on the small umbilical cord still attached to the baby that she was holding.

"The baby was only a few days old? Or a couple of weeks… but he is so pink" he thought I'm the baby from a distance.

With every second that was passing, his brain cells were getting caught up in the confusion's net. The scene that really shook every bone and muscle of his body was when he saw your lower half, clothes stained with blood… red hot fluid streams that flowed freely on her legs, that he could see because her nightgown barely reached her knees.

After seeing this, his horrified blue eyes met her honey ones. He read a message written in them, wordlessly she was begging this unknown man for help... urgent aid for her and her newborn son.

"I'll call the ambulance" He declared and did so, without wasting any more time, that he could tell that he had surely wasted processing what he was seeing because it was getting harder for the young lady to breathe with every passing minute.

After he had made the call, he placed his gun back in his pocket and slowly crouched down to her level, very carefully as he did not want to scare her further. After taking a better look at the baby, he realized that the small human was still covered in some white creamy stuff, like it had just been out of its mother's womb only some hours ago, maybe minutes ago… but then... What on earth was he doing here? In the hands of this bleeding beautiful woman in front of the street's trash can? Maybe…she was his mother?

Bucky supported his torso's weight on his thigh placing his elbow there and brought his face closer to the vulnerable female, whose wounded face he closely inspected , finding rashes all over her countenance, a violet eye, then a red one and some deep scratches from where thin droplets of dry red fluid were glued to.

"What happened? Why are you here ?" He managed to ask , placing his hand on her bare upper arm, that made the lady open her mouth widely in shock tainted with horror, becoming breathless in less than 3 seconds petrified feeling the man's touch.

Well that response was due to the fact that no one… but one man…had touched her in the last 20 years. For 20 years, she had never felt no one else's physical contact but that of that bloody man. And that too wasn't for a good reason.

Buck immediately took his hand away from her skin, apologizing for his concerned move assuring her that he had no wrong intentions and saw that the opposite sex was calming down however …just a tad.

The leakage of blood from her body was largely the reason for making her eyelids heavy as her weakness was increasing, due to the agony of physical suffering mixed with her emotional pain.

" Please, don't close your eyes, the paramedics are on their way" Bucky pleaded the woman, whose body was falling prey to unconsciousness and the crying baby in her hands landed on her tender bosom the following second.

"Careful!.. the baby!" He exclaimed when her back rested on the dust bin's wall and her eyes began blinking after large intervals of damned seconds.

Bucks hand protectively approached the baby's soft head to prevent it from getting hurt by any brisk move, making him realize how small the creature was, and one more thing caught his eye... she was wearing nothing underneath her gown, nothing to support her breasts, that showed its perfectly pointy shape through the garment.

At that moment, the man's lungs breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he heard the ambulance's siren coming closer to them.

" They're here! Hold your baby tight! " He said, and she obliged , before he scooped her body in his arms along with her baby who was safe in her embrace and lifted her up.

His eager steps paused when his eyes fell on the ground, on the same spot from where he had picked her up . There was a large dark red circle marked, most probably the source of it being her heavy pouring of vital fluid, that he had initially underestimated…because her garment ( waist down ) was fully drenched in blood.

Bucky carried her in bridal style to the ambulance's stretcher, that the paramedics were preparing and rushed her to the hospital.

The lady was taken to the emergency ward and her baby was driven to the pediatric ward. By that time her youthful breaths had run out in front of Bucky's bare eyes and his heart broke even more when they grabbed the baby from her unconscious limbs to take him to a separate unit while sounds of the sharp ambulance's siren were getting further away from his puzzled body, standing in the corridor of the emergency unit.

Notes: hi guys ! this is a new story , i hope you like its start. Its angsty in the beggining , but the ending will be a happy one . Slowly , i will reveal the full story of the female protagonist and the journey too will be a positive one of overcoming the emotional and past obstacles. I just wanted to write a story in which Bucky has tender moments with the baby , maybe father like scenes . Also , i want the proagonist to fall in love with bucky .I am a mess guys, please tell me if i should continue this story.

please, please let me know in the comments bellow if i should continue it or not. If you want to be added to the tag list, please let me know .

#Bucky Barnes #fan fiction #ofc #bucky barnes x ofc #angst #love #rape #dark past #falling in love #worth it #baby #newborn #bucky barnes and baby scenes #hurt #comfort #love story #slow burn #passion #mystery

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dreamerking27 · 5 months

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newborn gideon angst! 🥰

He didn’t think he remembered dying. He does, now, because he can feel it again. He keeps going. He reaches into the curse, through the curse, and just as he’s starting to feel his legs giving out, he grabs something. A hand, a familiar hand. He pulls. And once again, Ramu is at his side.

Gideon wants to keep pulling him, wants to get them both out of there. But as he starts to take a step, he falls over. And now Ramu is the one pulling him out, and it doesn’t hurt anymore, but Gideon’s not sure it’s a good thing.

#i did say angst #so uh #yeah #gideon my beloved #newborn gideon angst

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thetormentedpoetsdepartment · 2 years

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What are your favorite parts in each book?

Mine personally are the entire first part of the first book, up until the meadow, cause I love how normal bella's life was (with the restaurant scene in Port Angeles being my favorite)

In New Moon when she brings the motorcycles to jacob, and they start hanging out and repairing them, where we also see some glimpses of normalcy for bella

In Eclipse probably the night of the sleepover/engagement, and if I'm not wrong bella's is crying cause edward doesn't want to fuck, which I'm sorry but it's hysterical

Then in breaking dawn i really enjoy the whole wedding and honeymoon, up until the discovery of the demonic pregnancy

I think at the end of the day all my favorite parts have something almost mundane about them hahaha

#honorable mention all the new vampires and powers introduced in bd along with bella just being happy as a vampire #idk im not reading this book for angst so idc if she's not suffering the consequences of being a newborn too much #the Twilight saga #twilight #eclipse #new moon #breaking dawn #bella swan #edward cullen #Jacob black

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addis-posts · 11 months

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Chapter 1 of "Bloody chaos"

Title- Tricked

Words- 828

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Young little Ophelia was fast asleep, it was 2:45 in the morning. It had been a long, cold day playing out in the snow with her parents. It was getting close to dinner time, so she had dinner and got sent to bed.

When everyone was asleep, 2 random pale, blood sucking creatures had came and took her, and she was still asleep. Poor girl was gonna have a bad day in the morning. The three strangers had taken her to their old house, in the middle of the woods.

When the 3 of them had gotten there, they put her on a couch with a blanket, rozalyn going to her room and wait for Renesme to have her plan ready for action

Renesme', one of the vampires had went to another room to talk and plan out how to tell Ophelia. "How are we going to do this?" Renesme had muttered to herself quietly. " we have to figure it out before she wakes up in the next 6 hours," renesme' said, getting frustrated. "I have an idea. We can use Rozalyn's mind to hypnotize her, like she did with the other kid who fucking ran away," Renesme' said, the other two agreeing.

"I'll go get her, and tell her what's happening. She'll know what to do." She said, as she was walking to get Rozalyn. This was so evil, so so evil and they thought it was okay to do that to a 4 year old, who barely knows her ABC's.

As Renesme' arrived in rozalyns room, she whispered quietly "hey rozalyn, I got the plan ready."Rozalyn loved tricking little kids so obviously she agreed. "Okay. We can do it when I'm done with this." Renesme' nodded, waiting for her in the other room.

A few minutes later, rozalyn made her way to the living room, doing her magic. "Annnddd I am done," rozalyn whispered quietly. "Okay good. Thank you roz." Renesme' thanked her.

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"Good morning!" Rozalyn said to Ophelia. "Happy morning mommy!" The little girl said while running up to rozalyn, hugging her with her sweet little brown eyes-'soon they will be red' rozalyn had thought as she was looking into her eyes.

A little while, the 3 demons found toys for her to play with to let her energy out. "Do you want to play with your toys? I found some in the other room," Renesme' asked Ophelia. "Ooohh yes please!" She said while giggling, taking the toys.

After 2 hours she was asleep in the couch again, and while she was fast asleep, they were planning something awfully terrible. "She needs to be one of us, i could smell her blood as soon as you got back last night." Rozalyn has said desperately, sounding as if she wanted to turn Ophelia into a demon she was. Renesme' agreed, making rozalyn happy and going towards the little girl quietly.

When she got closer to little Ophelia, rozalyn got closer to her neck, widening her mouth as she bit her smooth neck.

She didn't move a bit. Rozalyn thought. She was going to be dead/asleep for about 20 minutes, and then, she's gonna be one of them when she wakes up.

As the 20 minutes pass by, she woke up, her soft brown eyes were gone, her peach skin as white as a cloud. Rozalyn and Renesme' thought it was adorable, seeing a new little vampire running around.

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*16 years later* she was now 20, all grown up.

Renesme' and Ophelia had gotten into an argument, because she didn't have anything to wear, so she had one of renesme's outfits on, and she was being dramatic.. the argument had gotten way too far. "WE ARENT EVEN YOUR FAMILY! WE KIDNAPPED YOU WHEN YOU WERE 4 AND USED ROZALYNS MIND TO TRICK YOU INTO THINKING WE WERE YOUR FAMILY!" She yelled, Ophelia's eyes had gotten watery, running out the door, Renesme and rozalyn not caring. "I'm so fucking tired of her. Wearing my clothes without my motherfucking permission." Renesme had said to herself. "Rozalyn looked so mad at Ophelia and Renesme. It was too late before you were gone, they haven't seen you in almost a day after that.

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*20 more years* Ophelia was still in the woods, she had to run away from them. She wanted to see her real family, she hated being a vampire. She liked being in the woods more than being with Renesme and rozalyn.

It was more peaceful in the woods, hearing the birds chirp in the morning, seeing adorable little animals run around the woods. God she loved it.

She thought the woods was her safe place, and it was, but it wasn't until she found a cabin, but she saw people inside it, didn't want them to see her, she was scared to get hurt

Theres gonna be more parts! If you already hate it dont bother reading the other parts!

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