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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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what side are you on?

sirius black x reader (romantic, to platonic) regulus black x reader (romantic, eventually) james potter x reader (if you squint)

summary: you were born into a pureblood family and taught a special ability since birth, you’ve been used your whole life and you start to want a change.

warnings: arranged marriage, abusive parents, talks of miscarriage, mentions of death, angst

a/n: basing the power off of a heart renderer from shadow and bone, so credits do that. i also added in a scene from call me by your name because i couldn’t resist. will be a multi part series. reader is slytherin.

part one , part two

Life hadn’t always been easy for you, it was something that seemed so normal at this point. You were born into a pureblood family, one of the sacred twenty eight. When your mother married your father they placed the expectation for her to bare his heir just as they did to everyone else. Your mother tried so hard to perform her duty, but pregnancy after pregnancy she had failed to do so, even though it wasn’t her fault. Each child that she had lost picked away at her soul, and she swore the last time she was pregnant that she would be done after that. She never even wanted kids in the first place.

That’s when you came along, a healthy daughter, but hardly what her husband had wished for. This daughter couldn’t carry on the family name. Your mother was so displeased with herself, the secrets the woman would share in whispers across the board got to her. So in attempt to save herself and her husband from their reputation being ruined, she made a deal with the devil. Tom Riddle himself. She swore that she would train her daughter to become a heart render at his own expense if he would marry her off to a respectable family. He, of course— agreed.

Heart renderers were rare, just like a legilimens. It was hard to perfect, but with you at home every day as a child and with lots of consequences if you did not perform to your mother’s liking, you mastered the art. You could do a plethora of things, both good and bad. You could make someone’s blood boil, get them to do whatever you wanted, get them to say things they would never normally say aloud. But you could also soothe a temper, calm someones heart rate, keep them warm. It was a blessing and a curse.

You were presented to Tom Riddle when you were eight, and he held up to his deal. Use you in exchange for a husband who had a well known name, that being Sirius Black. You two were to be married when you turn eighteen. The two of you spent a lot of time together at home, but rarely ever in school. He was a Gryffindor boy who was out of control, you were a Slytherin girl who kept to herself. Tom and his parents hoped this marriage would keep Sirius in line.

Many people at school feared you, in fact Dumbledore gave strict instructions for you to never use you powers in school. You understood this, followed the rules. The students didn’t understand, and would often say nasty things about you and your special abilities. How you were untrustworthy, that they needed to keep a distance from you for their own safety. You had never given them a reason to be scared, and yet here you were. Cursed with a power that only you saw could be good, but many found deceptive.

Now you were in your seventh year, used for your powers by Tom whenever he pleased, and Sirius had gone off the rails, leaving his family behind and the promise he gave to you along with them. Just before he left his home he came to you, he saw the good in you. Tried to convince you to run off with him for a better life, but you knew you couldn’t.

“Come with me, y/n.” he pleaded, looking down at you with hopeful eyes. You shook your head, stepping back from him. You wanted nothing more than to leave, to finally free yourself from not only your mother’s tight grip on you but Tom’s as well. “I can’t.” you whispered with tears in your eyes. Tom would kill you if you left, he had threatened it plenty of times when he noticed you grew weary of the things he made you do, the people he made you hurt. “Why?” Sirius tried to dig deeper, hopefully to make you realize that there was no reason why you shouldn’t go. “I can’t.” you repeated shakily. Everything in you was screaming to run, but you knew what Tom would do. He would hunt anyone you ever cared about, saving you for last before casting the unforgivable curse and take your life. Sirius stepped towards you. “Please.” he begged. You stepped back again, holding your hands up. The two of you turned your head when you heard footsteps coming down the hallway, you mother calling your name. You pushed him forward quickly. “Go.” you whispered with urgency. “Please come with me.” he pleaded. You held his arms in your hands and pushed him again. “Go.” you repeated but this time much more firm. With that he was gone, and you hadn’t seen him for months.

Now you sat by yourself at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. You looked down at the book Sirius gifted to you on your eighteenth birthday just days before he left. It was a muggle book full of poems, something James had shown to him. You two had each other’s backs in the hardest of times. You understood each other on a different level. When he would panic, you would soothe his heart rate. When you would cry he would be there to comfort you. You nervously tapped your finger on the table, turning to see Sirius enter the Great Hall with his friends. They called themselves the Marauders, proud of the shenanigans the four got up to. You didn’t like them, mainly because you were jealous of them. James Potter was from a pureblood family, but nothing like yours. They were loving and kind. Remus was a half-blood boy that was far too good for this world, and Peter was a half-blood as well who was quiet and reserved. They got along with each other so well, you wondered if that’s where Sirius ran off to. To be with them.

Sirius’ eyes scanned the room, and they landed on his brother Regulus. You knew it must’ve been hard for him to leave his brother behind, but then again they were completely different. Unlike Sirius, Regulus was fully devoted to his work with the Dark Lord. You and him rarely ever spoke, mostly because you thought he may be afraid of you. Sirius turned away and sat down with his friends, but you noticed how every so often he would look towards the Slytherin table. Suddenly he stood up, making some excuse to leave his friends, and headed off down the hallway. You took this as your chance to speak with him, standing up and chasing after him.

“Sirius!” you called after him and he stopped in his tracks, turning around with tears in his eyes. “How are you?” you asked politely. “Good.” he lied to your face, but he knew that you knew how he felt. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest, another perk to being a heart renderer. “I— I read the book that you gave to me. The muggle one.” you tried to change the subject, but you couldn’t drop the fact that he was upset. “The poems, they’re really beautiful.” you commented. Sirius only stared at you. “I’m sorry that you’re sad.” you said softly, you always had a way with your words. You knew he was upset about seeing Regulus after months apart, you knew it stung. “I’m saying that because I wanted to tell you that I’m not mad at you for leaving. Not at all.” you explained. You would’ve left too, so why would you ever be mad at him for doing what you couldn’t? “I love you, Sirius.” you breathed out. You didn’t love him in the way many would expect. Sure you had a crush on him as a kid, but you knew the two of you would never work out. You had love for him, though. You held out your hand for him to shake on a deal. “Stay friends?” you asked even though it was a lie. You couldn’t live a double life, that would only put him and yourself in danger. Sirius knew that too. “For life?” he questioned.

You must’ve been ten, maybe eleven— playing in the woods behind your childhood home. You would play there for hours with Sirius. It was a peaceful place, no parents to scold the two of you, just you and him always. You tripped over a rock, hitting your knees on the ground making you cry at the pain. “It’s okay, I’m here.” Sirius comforted you. “For life?” you asked and he nodded. “For life.” he confirmed.

“For life.” you smiled, and he took your hand to shake it. He pulled you in for a hug, signaling he knew it couldn’t happen. You hugged him back, and soon after he pulled away. He stared at you, his eyes flicking between both of yours. He cleared his throat before walking off, leaving you standing alone in the hallway.

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Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter sat in the room of requirement. The year before Dumbledore recruited them to join the Order, a cause to fight for freedom and away from the grips of the Dark Lord. They had been tasked by Albus to speak with a wizard who worked under Tom Riddle, a man who knew anything and everything about their upcoming plans. The only problem was the Marauders were having a hard time figuring out a plan. Once they reached this man during the fall break, they wondered how they would get him to rat out his boss without force. They never had any ill intention, that included torturing this man into speaking. Well— Remus and James had no ill intent. Sirius understood how evil the Dark Lord was, and he wouldn’t draw the line at anything if it meant taking him down. Peter often agreed with Sirius.

“You know what would make this easier?” Remus asked, turning towards the group with folded arms. “What?” James sighed, rubbing his face in annoyance. They had been going back and forth with ideas for hours. They could dress up in a Death Eater’s uniform and pretend they were on his side, but that wouldn’t work. This man was smart enough to know who was and wasn’t apart of the Death Eaters. They could torture him, but that was off the table. They could simply just ask, but when would that ever work? “If we had a heart render.” Remus shrugged and Sirius shook his head. “Absolutely not, y/n is off the table and there’s no way we’re going to find a heart render in time.” he was quick to speak up.

“Why exactly is she off the table?” Remus had peaked James’ interest. “Because I know her, and her family. Her family is like mine but a million times worse.” Sirius explained. “I don’t know about a million—” Peter mumbled and Sirius shot him a glare, making him go quiet. Everyone stared at Sirius with begging looks. “I’m serious, she works directly under Voldemort. She wouldn’t take the shot to betray him even if she had the chance.” he recalled to when he pleaded with her to go with him, and she wouldn’t. “That’s why she was taught heart render powers from a young age, she was literally born to work for him.” Sirius continued. “It doesn’t help that she’s gorgeous.” James added which earned a punch to his arm from Sirius. “Okay, ouch.” James grumbled.

“Okay, so maybe she was born for it. But let’s look at it from her stand point. I mean she was born and taught by her sadistic mother, traded off like she was nothing. Maybe she had no other choice.” Remus tried to be understanding. Sirius had told them all about your story. James pointed at him with raised eyebrows in agreement. “I mean think about it, Sirius. She’s a pureblood Slytherin girl who chooses not to associate herself with the Death Eaters at this school. Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr. She won’t even look at them. Maybe there’s some good in her.” Remus continued. Sirius scoffed. “Trust me, there’s not.” Sirius mumbled and stood up. “We’ll find another way, but y/n is not it.” Sirius said sternly and they all slowly nodded, all except for James. Soon after everyone went back to their dorm and headed to bed for the night. James laid awake, tossing and turning. He couldn’t get the idea out of his head, you could help them. He had been told no on a multitude of occasions, but when has that ever stopped him?

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A week had passed and the four boys walked down the hallway after their classes, all heading for the Gryffindor common room. James turned towards them just as they passed the library, spotting you sitting by yourself inside. This was his chance. “I have to go to— bye!” he lied terribly, running off from them. “What was that about?” Peter asked and Remus laughed. “He probably saw Lily or something.” he teased. James rolled his eyes behind them.

James entered the library, hesitantly walking over to you. You were sitting quite peacefully reading your book. James pulled out the chair next to you. “Hello, y/n. Looking as beautiful as ever.” he complimented and you looked up from your book with a confused and annoyed expression. He stared back and after a beat of silence you finally spoke. “Okay.” you sighed, closing your book and grabbing your things to leave. “No wait, you don’t have to leave!” he spoke up and you turned towards him again. “I’m not a fool, Potter. You clearly want something.” you said in detest. “Okay, fine. I want something.” he finally admitted. “What’s that?” you questioned with an annoyed tone. “I want to know more about heart renderers. Everyone says their so bad but— you don’t seem all that bad to me. I’ve never even see you use it against anyone. Or use it at all.” he shrugged. “So what does someone of your nature do?” he asked. “I think you know.” you sighed. “There has to be some good to it, every horrible thing must have a balance.” James almost begged to know.

You finally gave in. “Okay— I can soothe someone’s temper, slow their heart and make them relax. Which clearly you need because I can hear your heart beating loudly.” you pointed out. “You can hear my heart?” he asked curiously. “I can hear everyone’s. Who is this Lily Evans by the way, every time someone says her name your heart beats quickly.” she observed. “Wait— how do you know that?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and finally set down your book. “When you walked in here Remus said Lily Evans, and your heart quickened in pace.” you teased.

“That’s not important.” James mumbled. “If my heart is beating fast then show me how you calm it.” he asked. “Show me how you can get someone to tell you anything just like Sirius says.” James was trying to gain her trust, to show her he wasn’t afraid like everyone else was. “I can’t, I’m not allowed to on school grounds.” you leaned back in your chair. “No one has to know.” James smirked and you stared at him for a second. He wasn’t lying, and he definitely seemed curious about your power. “Give me your hand.” you gave in. James held out his hand palm up. Your slim fingers trailed down his cold hand, everything seemed to suddenly move slow. His heart beat was loud in your ears, and once your fingers reached his wrist and you touched his pulse, it slowed down to a calming rate. “Tell me what you want.” you spoke softly, your buttery smooth voice being the only thing he could hear. He looked into your eyes, before opening his mouth to speak before he even had the chance to stop.

“I need a heart render, give you the chance to do some good in this world.” he answered honestly. You pulled away and thought for a moment. This was your chance, a safe distance away from Tom Riddle and your mother. This was your chance to finally do some good i with your power. You knew you could trust James, Sirius sure did. They were apart of the Order, something you had grown familiar with when Sirius would tell you about it late hours of the night. This whole thing, him needing a heart renderer, had to do with something like that.

“I’m in.”

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James walked into the room of requirement for their weekly meeting, a proud smile on his face. “I found a heart renderer.” he said confidently. “What? How did you find—” Peter started but was quickly interrupted when you walked in behind him. “Y/N Y/L/N at your service.” you smiled and everyone had a shocked look on their face, Sirius was no exception. “Y/N Y/L/N?” Both Peter and Remus said aloud. You laughed, moving across the room to face all four boys. “I’ve never had that reaction before.” you smiled which quickly faded when you saw the look on Sirius’ face.

“What are you doing here?” he deadpanned. “I’m here to help.” you shrugged. “James here found me in the library and gave me the whole run down on your little issue here.” you looked towards James who still looked incredibly proud at his doings. “What the hell were you thinking, James? She’s dangerous!” Sirius yelled and you looked over at him with a hurt expression. “You didn’t seem to think so when you came to me to calm yourself down.” you exposed him and he glared at you.

“Listen, we could really use her help.” Remus interjected, and Sirius rolled his eyes. “I don’t mean this to come off rude, but how do we know we can trust you?” Peter asked and you looked at him now. “I mean— don’t you work for you know who?” he asked. “It was more like a limited partnership.” you explained without really having to say much. Everyone fell silent. “Listen, if I was really that devoted to Tom Riddle I definitely would not be helping you idiots get valuable information on him. Yet here I stand.” you held out your arms.

“Okay, so say we can trust you. How do we know you won’t rat us out.” Remus asked and you stared at him before sighing. “I have been used by him my whole life, and never have I been given the chance to actually use these abilities for the better benefit of actually helping people. I think the Order can do just that. I know you’re all suspicious of me, maybe you think I’m using my powers on you right now to trick you, but trust me— you would know.”

“She’s right, it’s like a whole other experience.” James laughed and they all turned quickly to look at him. “She used her powers on you?” Sirius asked in shock. “Of course she did, and let me tell you, whatever she did to me will definitely work on that guy we’re trying to talk to.” James defended your case, something you had never experienced before. “Thank you, James. That was really kind.” you smiled and he nodded. “Fine, but after this you’re done.” Sirius was still suspicious.

“Great! When do we start?”

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thxliaaa · 2 years

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it doesn't change anything | steve harrington

synopsis - a baby really does change everything doesn't it? right...?

pairing - steve harrington x reader

warning/s - cursing, mentions of miscarriage, reader being insecure, child birth and i think that's it. feel free to correct me if i'm wrong though.

author's note - thank you all so much for all the likes and reblogs that you have given my story !! i literally did not expect for it to blow up. you guys literally have no idea how thankful i am right now. i really really appreciate it. i love y'all so much !! here's the long awaited pt. 2 to "it changes everything"

part one

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To say Steve was mad would be an understatement. He was so furious at you for keeping your pregnancy from him, he was also furious at you for refusing to go to the doctor to check on your baby, but most importantly, he was furious at himself for being so oblivious. That’s why you were constantly eating, he thought that maybe you were just stress eating. Every pregnancy symptom you showed, he thought that you were just stressed from all of the things happening around you. The thought of you being pregnant didn’t even cross his mind, not even once.

As soon as Steve got home to his apartment, his telephone was bombarded with calls. “Jesus, just fucking wait” he muttered as he made his way to the kitchen. “Hello?”

“STEVE! Come to the hospital as soon as you can, (Y/N) fainted!” Robin frantically explained. For Steve, it felt like deja vu all over again. It felt as if that time you bled on the bathroom floor and not long after, he was greeted with bad news. Once again, he sped through the door, and stepped on the pedal as hard as he could. Even though he was mad at you for keeping something like this from him, he still cared for you seeing as you were carrying his child.

When he got to the hospital, he sprinted towards the front desk wanting to get a response as soon as possible. Again, he fought with the nurse, just like old times. “Relation to the patient?” The nurse asked.

“Husband, I mean ex-husband. I’m the father of the baby she’s carrying” Steve blurted out. The nurse gave him a look of judgment. “I see, she’s in room number 505”

Steve did not waste a second and quickly ran to the elevator. Finally, after what felt like forever, The brunette boy had finally reached the fifth floor where his ex-wife was lying on the bed with an IV connected to her. He also noticed that the kids, Jonathan, Nancy, and Robin were surrounding her.

As soon as he opened the door, Nancy noticed his presence and went to hug him to try and comfort him. “Did they find out why she fainted?” Steve mumbled into Nancy’s neck as they pulled away from the hug.

Before Nancy could even answer, Robin beat her to it. “They said it was cause of stress and fatigue”

Steve glanced at his best friend which was then followed with a nod. He was still in a state of shock. Everything that's happening right now didn’t make sense to him at all, it felt like a fever dream.

“How long have you guys been here?” He asked the three adults in front of him seeing as the teenagers were already sleeping on the couch and on the extra chairs.

“Well after you left, that’s when she fainted. So if you add the time it got you to your house plus the time it took to get you to this hospital. Then that would be how long we were in here” Robin started to blabber. Steve knew that Robin too, was nervous for her best friend.

“It’s fine you guys can go home, I can go look after her” Steve had plastered on a fake smile as his friends all looked at each other in concern. “Are you sure, Steve? I mean we can handle it” Nancy said as Jonathan looked at her then nodded.

“Yes, I’m sure. Besides, the kids need to sleep anyways” The brown-eyed boy laughed humorlessly.

“Okay. You can call us if you need anything. Anything, okay?” Robin stated as Jonathan and Nancy started waking up the sleeping teenagers surrounding them.

They all bid their farewells to Steve as he led them out. As Dustin was heading out the door, he suddenly stopped in front of the adult in front of him. “Hey Steve?”

Steve hummed in reply. “Don’t mess up” Dustin said as he put his hands on the brown-eyed boy’s shoulder. “Gee, thanks for the advice man” He replied as he pressed his lips together.

Dustin gave the boy one last hug as he followed the others. Finally alone in the room with (Y/N), Steve had nothing to do but overthink.

It has been 13 hours since you had fainted and Steve never left your side. The only times he ever did was for bathroom breaks and to get food. However, he never had the appetite to finish them. So they just sat there on the bedside table left untouched.

Steve was pacing the room back and forth, he couldn’t stay still. Just as he was about to call a doctor for the third time, your eyes started to flutter open.

It was bright. That was the first thing you had observed. It took a while before your eyes had adjusted to the brightness of the light bulbs, but when you were fully conscious, you saw Steve’s face in front of you. He had a smile plastered on his face.

“What happened?” You managed to croak out. “Well you fainted last night, and you know, you’re pregnant so we obviously had to bring you to the hospital”

Everything started to finally come back to you. Robin telling Steve that you were pregnant. You and him getting into a fight right after, and the darkness engulfing you later on.

“So you know now, huh?” You laughed without any humor laced into it. “Yes” He replied as you felt him stiffen.

“Why would you keep this from me? This isn’t only your baby, it’s OUR baby”

You stared at him as your face fell. “Well, you didn’t want to stay with me anymore. And I know that if I told you about the baby, you would’ve changed your decision about the divorce”

“Damn right, I would’ve. Being apart from each other won’t be the best for the baby” Steve spat.

“But being with each other won’t be the best for us” You fought back as his eyebrows furrowed in anger. “If Robin didn’t tell me about this, would you have told me at all?” He queried.

You took a deep breath before answering, “Of course I would’ve. You’re the father, Steve.” you held both of his hands. “You have a right to know” you added.

The brown-eyed boy’s face had softened after he was reassured with what you said. He then put a big smile on his face after having a realization.

“So we have a little nugget on the way now, don’t we?” He chuckled.

five months gone

It had been a few months after the incident happened and you were now five months into your pregnancy. Of course, Steve had managed to find a way to convince you to start going to your doctor’s appointments. He had accompanied you to the first ultrasound of your pregnancy, and when he saw the baby’s silhouette on the screen, he couldn’t help but shed a tear.

Today was the day you were supposed to find out what the baby’s gender is. However, even though Steve was practically on his knees begging for the doctor to tell the two of you what the gender was, you wanted it to be a surprise for the both of you. Steve just sighed in defeat knowing that you were stubborn enough to not let yourself lose.

When you got home, Steve stayed with you. He was an amazing co-parent to have with you. Even though you two were divorced, he still showed you that he cared for you. Although, half of you think that it’s only because of the baby you were carrying.

You got too lost in your thoughts to even notice that there was somebody ringing the doorbell. “Hey, (Y/N)! There’s somebody at the door! I would go get it but I can’t because I’m cooking!” Steve yelled from your kitchen.

Pulling away from your thoughts, you got up and went to the door. “Hey sorry for taking long–”

Robin was standing in front of you with your favorite foods in her hand. “Hi” She smiled at you as your face dropped from seeing her. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I figured you and the baby might be hungry so I decided to stop by” She chuckled.

This would be the first time you talked to Robin after the incident that happened. The game nights still happened every Friday. However, even after her many attempts, you still had refused to talk to her. You couldn’t fathom how she was the one person you had trusted, yet she had spilled your secret to the very person you didn’t want to find out about it.

“We’re fine, Steve is making us food from the kitchen”

“(Y/N), how long are you gonna keep on ignoring me? I learned from my mistakes and I only wanted what was best for you–” “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR ME!”

“I trusted you, Robin. I trusted you with a big secret that I had and you have the audacity to make yourself a victim right now?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“I didn’t need you to do that for me. So no, I can’t forgive you right now no matter how many times you apologize. Now, get out of my face before I kill you” You yelled.

“(Y/N)–” “GET OUT!”

Robin put her head down in defeat, she messed up and she knew it.

Just as soon as you closed the door, Steve came running to the front door after hearing you yell. “Hey, is everything okay?” He put his hands on your shoulders. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just about something” You forced a smile onto your face.

Steve smiled back before pulling you in for a tight embrace. “Not too tight. Baby bump” you giggled. “Oop, sorry”

The two of you stayed like that for a while. It was rare moments like this that made you happy. Just the two of you together, against the world.

“By the way food is ready”

three months gone

It was now the eighth month of your pregnancy. You had a baby bag packed and ready to go anytime the baby wanted to pop out of you. Steve was also checking in on you everyday, making sure you weren’t dead yet.

You were in the middle of making yourself pickles with peanut butter on them when you heard a knock on your door. “Just a second” you chuckled as you licked the remaining peanut butter that was on your spoon.

When you opened the door, Steve was standing on your doorway with a serious look on his face. “Oh hi” your face dropped at the expression his face had. “Can we talk? This is really important and I think it’s about time we discuss this” He said with a serious tone laced on his voice. “Oh uhm sure” You said as you led him inside your house.

As the two of you sat on your table, you offered him something to eat, in which he declined and tried to converse with you to address the elephant in the room.

“So how have you been?” He awkwardly asked. “Steve, you’re on the phone with me 24/7. Just skip the small talk and just get straight to the point”

Steve was baffled at her response, yet he complied and got straight to the reason as to why he went to her place in the first place.

“I think it’s about time we talk about our schedule with the baby” He started as you made eye contact with him letting him know that he has your full attention.

“I was thinking we could switch every 2 weeks? We'll live close to each other so he or she won't have to adjust to a new place every time we have her.”

You nodded at his suggestion before opening your mouth to state a query that you had in mind.

“Uhm, what holidays do you want to have the baby?”

Steve thought for a second before replying to your question. “You can have the baby for their first Christmas. I know how important Christmas is for you”

You shook your head at his response. Steve furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“No. We can spend the baby’s first Christmas all together. The baby deserves to have two happy parents on Christmas” you suggested.

The brunette boy sat in his seat with his mouth agape. However, you were getting the wrong idea from his current position. “Only if you want” you added nervously.

Steve shook his head “No, no. Of course I want to. Thank you” He gave you a genuine smile.

Steve couldn't help but smile at what his ex-lover had stated. It was thoughtful of her to say that, and knowing that she still cares for him made his heart skip a beat.

“So do you have any baby names in mind?” You asked your ex-husband to hopefully get your mind off of the conversation you had just a few seconds ago. Steve nodded, “Yeah, I have a few actually”

“Let’s hear it then” you warmly smiled at him. “Well do you remember the flowers I gave you on our first date?” He asked as you raised your eyebrows at him. “Pink lilies of the valley?”

“Yeah! I was playing around with names and I really liked the name ‘Lilliana’. We can call her Lily for short.”

He looked into your eyes, waiting for a sign of approval from you. “It’s really pretty and it has a sentimental meaning attached to it” Steve added.

“Lilliana it is then. How about a boy's name?” You asked him. Steve awkwardly scratched the back of his neck before replying “Well, I kinda forgot about that part”

“What made you so sure that this baby isn't a boy?”

“Well what made you so sure that it’s not a girl?” He asked back at you. “Cause I have motherly instincts, Steve” You scoffed.

“Maybe you should decide then.” Steve offered, which you gladly accepted. “How about Luke? From Star Wars you know? The first movie we watched together”

Steve had a flashback of the night you two went out for a date. It was raining and the theatres were closed, both of you were completely drenched in the backseat of his car before finally deciding to just rent out the movie “Star Wars”. It was also the first time you two shared your first kiss together.

“I like that, very sentimental too” He chuckled as you hid your face to prevent him from seeing the blush that was creeping up on your face. “Luke it is then” you smiled.

“Well since we have shared custody of the baby, I would like for you to meet my girlfriend. Since you know, she’ll be helping me take care of the baby”

Girlfriend. Steve had a girlfriend.

You had completely forgotten about the time you were at the mall when you saw him practically snogging the girl in public. You felt your heart drop at the topic, yet you sucked it up so Steve wouldn’t notice it.

“Yeah, for sure. When though?” You asked, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Anytime, really. We don’t mind.”

“Would Thursday be a good day?” You asked, trying to seem interested in the said topic. “Yeah of course! I’m so excited for you to meet her” Steve smiled in response.

“Yeah me too!”

Nope, definitely not excited

—

Steve was right about her, the girl was a complete sweetheart. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate her. I mean how could anyone?

She didn’t mind that you were having a baby with him, she supported him with all of her heart. Not only that but she was also really beautiful. Like a goddess type of beautiful.

You couldn’t help but feel insecure. In this moment, you knew that you had lost. If it wasn’t for your baby, Steve wouldn’t have stayed in contact with you. I mean who would get back to you if they saw this beauty?

The girl could even be a better mother than you. Just then, a thousand insecure thoughts started to fill your head. In times like this, you could only turn to one person, and one person only.

You dialed the phone number onto your telephone, it was ringing for a few moments until a familiar voice answered. “Hello?”

“Hey Robin, Can you come over?”

Not even a few minutes went by, Robin was already at your house. You had ranted about Steve’s new perfect girlfriend to her.

Robin was in disbelief, “(Y/N), calm down”

“I can’t just calm down, Robin. I look like a huge potato right now because of this belly” You sobbed into the tissue she gave you.

“That’s because you’re pregnant. P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T. Have you seen yourself before you were pregnant? I would’ve totally hit on you if you were single” She said as you laughed at her statement.

You couldn’t stay mad at Robin for that long, of course you wanted to, but you just couldn’t.

“You know what, Robin? I missed this” You smiled genuinely at her. “Me too”

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you. It was unacceptable! I couldn’t believe myself. I only said that because I was worried of you cause if you ever—“ “Robin, breathe”

She exhaled as you giggled at her behavior. “It’s all forgiven now, Robin. Don’t worry about it”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up. “Of course.” You said as you pulled her in for a tight embrace.

“Although, I do prefer you apologizing to me with snacks.” You smiled innocently at her.

“You are such a jerk”

one month gone

Your water had just broke and you had notified Steve about it. He was now going to the hospital as fast as he could.

When he got to your room, he saw you walking around, hands pressed against your waist with your face scrunching up in pain.

“Hi” He smiled nervously at you. “Why are you nervous, Steve Harrington? Are you the one pushing a baby out of your vagina?” You snapped back at him.

“Geez, no need to be aggressive”

“Shut up before I kill you” You gritted your teeth together as another contraction hit you.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He asked as he was panicking. “I need this baby out of me right now. Can you do that, Harrington? It’s freaking Christmas Eve later yet I’m spending it at the hospital in pain” you took a deep breath before laying down on the bed again.

“Hey, I’m here okay?” Steve kissed your forehead as you smiled at him. “I know, thanks for coming.”

“Well I mean, do I have any other choice?” he joked as you playfully punched his chest at the remark he made. “I’m kidding. Just try to rest ok?” he kissed your forehead again before he got to rest himself as well.

He woke up 8 hours later and spent the last 2 hours watching TV. The time was now 11:35. Steve decided that you also needed food to at least make your Christmas Eve happy. He saw that you were still sleeping, so he quietly made his way to the door and bought some food.

Steve was gone for 20 minutes. 20 minutes tops. Yet when he came back, you were surrounded by doctors as you were pushing this baby out.

He dropped the food he brought to the table and rushed towards you to hold your hand.

“Push, (Y/N), push!” The doctor was encouraging you to do so. Even though it was painful, you complied with them. “I can see the head now. You’re doing so good (Y/N)! Just one more. One more!”

Steve’s hand was sweating, he was nervous at the situation happening in front of him. As he was about to say something encouraging to you, he was abruptly stopped by the sound of a baby’s cry.

“It’s a girl!”

And just like that Steve’s life flashed before his eyes.

six months gone

Your daughter, Lilliana, had just started teething. She would bite anything her teeth would grab a hold on.

One of her newest victims was her father.

“Ow! You hurt daddy, Lily.” Steve pouted as he played with your daughter. Lilliana started laughing at his gesture. “Oh, so you like it when daddy gets hurt?” He put his hands on his chest as your daughter started laughing more.

“Honey, I’m home” you shouted as you heard laughing from upstairs. As you climbed up the stairs, the laughing started getting louder and louder. “What is going on here?” you chuckled as you watched your husband fake crying. “Well, Miss Lily here thinks that daddy getting hurt is funny”

You laughed at what Steve had said. “Is that true, sweets?”

“Is that true?” You bopped her nose as she laughed harder. “She's been biting an awful lot lately” Steve said as he grabbed her from the crib and held her in his arms. Lilliana took this as an opportunity to bite him again. “OW!” He flinched as the little devil in his arms started biting him again. She laughed once again, as you stared at your little family lovingly.

nine months gone

Lilliana had just started crawling, and she was not normal. She was crawling backwards, which was weird.

“No Lily, you crawl like this. Forward, not backward” you showed her how but she disregarded it and just continued to crawl backwards again. “You never listen to mommy, don’t you?”

“Steve!” You called out from the living room. “Yes?’ He stuck his head out of the kitchen. “Why is my baby crawling backwards?”

“Wait what?”

“She is! Like look at her!” You exclaimed as Steve sprinted towards the living room. He looked at her then started laughing like a maniac.

“Oh my god. I live with two babies” You rolled your eyes as Steve started cheering Lilliana on. “You’re supposed to be teaching her how to crawl properly, not encouraging her”

“This is how I crawled as a baby. Beeboop beeboop” He started laughing again as he watched your baby crawl backwards again.

You sighed at the sight of them. “Like father, like daughter”

five years gone

It was now Lilliana’s first day of kindergarten. She made sure to prepare everything she needed the night before. You were proud of your daughter for being independent and very mature for her age.

“You sure you got everything, love?” You asked again as she sighed at you. “Yes, mom”

“Was that a sigh I heard?” Steve pointed his eyebrows at her. (Y/N) laughed at the scene that was unveiling in front of her. “Okay honey, you need to go now. Promise me you won’t cry?” Lilliana just nodded in reply as her parents kissed her forehead goodbye.

“I need to go now bye mommy, bye daddy!” She said as she gave a kiss to the both of you on your cheeks once again.

You and Steve stood there in surprise. Lilliana didn’t even cry

“What just happened?” Steve was perplexed. “Well that was anticlimactic.” Your eyes widened at the little girl’s gesture. “I expected her to beg us not to go.” You added as you turned to look at Steve who was standing beside you bewildered.

His little girl was all grown up.

seven years gone

“No! Lily favors me!” you heard shouting from Nancy and Jonathan’s living room. “No! She said that I’m her favorite!” you heard another one fight back.

You made your way to their kitchen and saw the kids, who were now young adults fighting over your daughter.

“The last time I saw Lily, I asked her if I was her favorite and she said yes!” Lucas raised his voice. “Because you were the only person there, dipshit!” Dustin snapped back.

“Hey! Hey! Language! My daughter's right in front of you guys.” Steve interfered with the argument.

“But Lilliana is always excited to see me” El said softly. “You’re lying!”

“She loves me cause I’m the only one that has unique and beautiful hair” Max rolled her eyes as if she was pointing out the obvious.

“Shut up, Max. Nobody likes redheads!” Mike said to her. Max gasps at the statement that he made. “Well clearly Lily does!”

The young adults were fighting over who your daughter favored. You mentally slapped your forehead at this pointless argument.

The yelling was starting to get louder and everyone was basically using this as an excuse to judge each other and before you decided to start to intervene in the argument unfolding in front of you, Steve had beaten you to it.

“Guys, it’s obvious she favors me” He rolled his eyes.

thirteen years gone

Lily had just arrived home from school, sulking. You noticed the change in her behavior after she slammed the door to her room. “Hey! No slamming the doors young lady!”

Wiping the excess water off of your hands, you went up the stairs and made your way to your daughter’s bedroom. You heard sniffling from inside but before you could even open your mouth to speak, you heard your husband’s voice coming from inside.

“Hey, he’s just a stupid boy okay?” Steve said as he pulled your daughter in for a tight hug. “He doesn’t deserve you and you certainly don’t deserve someone who acts like that” He added as Lilliana started sobbing into his neck.

He rubbed his hand comfortingly up and down Lily’s back as she was letting out soft sobs. Steve was the perfect dad.

fourteen years gone

“First day of High School! You made it honey!” You and Steve were ecstatic for your daughter. Even though she acted as if she didn’t care, you knew deep down she did.

“Do you have everything packed?” Steve, once again asked for the ninth time. “Yes, dad” Lilliana rolled her eyes.

You chuckled at the father and daughter. “Hey don’t you dare roll your eyes at me” Steve pointed at her.

“One more picture!”

“What? Mom? No!” Lilliana protested. “Pretty please?” you pouted at her which was then followed by Steve doing the same thing.

“Please Lily, this’ll be your mom and I’s remembrance that our little girl is growing up–”

–

“Mr. Harrington, are you there?”

Steve was abruptly awakened from his daydreaming. “What?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “We said, what do you want to name your daughter?” The nurse in front of him replied.

(Y/N) looked at Steve for reassurance that he can name their baby. As Steve caught a glimpse of his daughter, tears started forming in his eyes.

“Do you want to hold her, Mr. Harrington” The nurse asked as Steve can only do so much but nod. He was stunned in place, no words were able to come out of his mouth as his only focus right now was on his daughter.

(Y/N) smiled at the two, it was her little family.

“Merry Christmas, Steve”

And Lilliana did have two happy parents on her first christmas, because at exactly 12:00 am of December 25, 1990, a baby girl was born to Steve Harrington and Y/n Y/l/n.

three years gone

“Are you excited to be the flower girl, Lily?” Steve enthusiastically asked his daughter who was in front of him. She nodded shyly as Steve tickled her. Her laughter was music to his ears, he could never get enough of her.

“Ooh, it’s time. Are you excited to see mommy in a dress?”

“Yes!” Lilliana jumped up to show her excitement. Steve then grabbed her and twirled her around in the air. “I better go inside now. You go wait out here okay?”

Lilliana nodded as Steve went inside the chapel to wait for a special someone.

“You may now kiss the bride”

Everyone around them whooped and cheered at the newlyweds, and Steve was one of them.

No matter how bright and cheerful the aura around him was, he was fighting the urge to break down inside of the chapel. No amount of happiness could replace the misery he was feeling inside of him. And he hated it.

However, in his mind, the only thing keeping him intact was that you were happy. Lily was happy. And he prioritized your happiness over his, even though it pained him to do so.

As the newlyweds made their way through the aisle, he made eye contact with you who was now hand in hand with your new husband. You gave him a nod to let him know that you acknowledge his presence in your wedding. He did the same thing as well.

It should’ve been him standing there with you. Yet, that was not the case.

In the end, (Y/N) and Steve never lived happily ever after. Just because a baby is born doesn’t mean people automatically get back together. Although, they did spend a happy life with their daughter, Lilliana, just not altogether.

Steve was wrong, a baby doesn’t change everything. Because if it did, there would be a happy ending to this story. The two of you would be together. And Steve Harrington wouldn’t have to watch the love of his life say “I do” to Eddie Munson.

But, there’s no fairytale in this story, and that’s just how life is.

jk i’m not that cruel there’s an alternate ending to this story. i feel like my love for angst is too much right now. I NEED TO MAKE SOME FLUFFY IMAGINES

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Trying Again | TW00

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, insinuation of sex

Prompt: Reader was distressed after meeting a friend’s newborn baby due to past trauma. Soft Toto steps in to take care of the reader.

“Y/N” You could hear Toto’s voice even before he entered your shared bedroom.

Getting hold of his happiness he finally informed you about Laura giving birth to a healthy baby girl. Laura, one of Mercedes’s top executive, was also a close family friend of yours.

You could totally relate to his over-excitement because you were elated too.

You both made it to the hospital as soon as you could with happiness gleaming off your faces. You weren’t sure what you were more happy about, a little angel becoming a part of the family or you finding a sweet thing to spoil and shower all your love upon.

“Congratulations” you said or rather sung, hugging the new mother and releasing as soon as you heard the muffled words, “Thank you, y/n” which made you realise that the excitement got the better of you.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a big hugger” You move away and explain with an apologetic tone with her just laughing it off.

You were about to throw in inquiries about her health when a pair of large hands clutched onto your wrist dragging you away.

“Omg, y/n just look at her. Isn’t she the cutest little thing ever.” Toto whispered, his face resembling the joy of a ten year old seeing a candy bar. Your better-half looked so cute that you almost had to force yourself to look at the fragile thing lying in the crib with eyes open wide, looking with astonishment.

The moment you looked at her, you fell in love. You’ve seen new born babies before but why did this feel so different? The day you heard about their pregnancy something inside you changed and you didn’t know why.

And this was all you could think about on your way back from the hospital but somewhere deep down you knew why you were feeling the way you did. The flashbacks were more than enough to tug at your heart.

“Hey, what’s up?” Toto spoke up breaking the lingering silence in the car. Your eyes met with his for a brief moment before he diverted his attention back towards the road.

Taking advantage of the moment, you turned your head to look out the window – choosing not to answer. The blanket of silence once again engulfed with none of you uttering a word for the rest of the journey.

It had been at the very beginning of your marriage that Toto had accidentally knocked you up. And before you could figure out your exact feeling for the unborn, it had slipped through your hands - result of an unfortunate miscarriage.

The loss had obviously left a hole in your chest. But like every situation where you’ve been pushed against the wall and you’ve bitten back, you acted the same then too.

Like a supportive partner Toto had asked you about your feelings, probably to share the loss you both had suffered, but you played unfair and shrugged the matter rather harshly and he never brought it up again. And now in this moment sitting beside him, you didn’t know how to communicate your feelings to him, you didn’t know how to ask for the chance to lean on his shoulders, you didn’t know how to ask him to hold you when you were falling so hard.

Once you both were back in your shared bedroom you gave the excuse of washing off the hospital smell and escaped to the bathroom. However, the shower failed to bring any warmth to your freezing heart.

You got out of the shower and slumped to the floor. You body just gave up with the sorrow weighing you down. And at that moment you heard the door to your ensuite open and saw a worried Toto standing by the door.

He leaped towards you as soon as his gaze fell on your crying structure muttering “Jesus, y/n”.

“Are you alright?” He said crouching down beside you. And those words were enough to break your composure. You started sobbing uncontrollably.

You vaguely registered being pulled onto his lap between repeating I’m sorries. You didn’t know what you were sorry for more; for the loss of your unborn child, for not allowing him to comfort you; for not comforting him? So you just tucked your face in the crook of his neck and let his large arms engulf you.

After what felt like an eternity and your sobbing reduced to hiccups, you pushed back from the nook you were hiding in. He held your face between his hand and said “There nothing to be sorry about my love.”

“I should be apologizing for not taking into account that you might still be hurting. I thought you were over it. I shouldn’t have taken you to the hospital today.”

And suddenly you were aware of the situation you were in; ugly crying on you husband’s lap. You tried to get up but his strong hands forbade you.

“Talk to me baby” Toto said, concern etched in his voice. You hards started awkwardly playing the collar of his white shirt which now carried the evidence of your breakdown.

“I want to try again Toto” The words slipped through your lips but he didn’t say anything.

After a moment you looked up and realized he didn’t have to because his eyes, the warmth and love for you in them did all the talking. He leaned down and pressed the gentlest of kisses on your lips.

Between those soft kisses he got up with you in his arms and proceeded towards the shower.

“I already showered Toto”, you said voicing your confusion.

“Oh, we’re not showering, baby!" The smirk on his lips clearly conveyed what he had in mind.

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topguncortez · 8 months

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Secrets Out || Dragon & Rooster

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synopsis: Dragon and Rooster have been waiting for the right moment to tell the squad the good news, but one quiet WSO lets the cat out of the bag

word count: 3.4k

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of still birth, nausea, mentions of vomiting, cursing

It wasn’t that Dragon and Bradley didn’t want the squad to know about their good news, it was that they were scared to tell them. They both knew that the squad would want to know if something happened to either of them. The bond that had been created between all of them during the Uranium Mission was one that was not going to easily be broken. They were a family. And over the years their family has grown to accept new members, some of them children, some of the partners, some of them new pilots. But one thing about them, was they always had each other's backs and were there through the good times and the bad times.

Bradley respected his wife’s decision to not tell the squad. Dragon didn’t like pity and the looks and sympathy that the squad had given her after their last loss was hard for her to bear. Rooster had never seen his wife so upset before, and it nearly broke him in two. But now, she was starting to show, and Rooster had to bite his tongue during almost every conversation he had with the squad to keep from spilling the secret. And the squad was starting to catch on to her change in daily activity.

“Don’t you think it’s weird that Dragon hasn’t been in the air for weeks?” Fanboy whispered or tried to while standing by the coffee pot with Payback.

The taller pilot just scoffed, “No. Someone’s gotta do the classroom stuff.”

“Yeah but. . . It’s Dragon. . . Dragon Trace. She’s the last one who I think would want to spend days in the classroom,” Fanboy responded as Dragon walked into the room. She had a look on her face, her eyes scanning over the break room before turning on her heel and leaving, “See! She didn’t even get coffee! Something is up!”

“You’re reading too much into this,” Payback sighed, “If something was up with Dragon, we would know about it. Drop it and let the girl live.”

But Fanboy was not about to ‘drop it’, he wanted to know what was going on. He liked to say he had a talent for sniffing out things with his crew and finding out whatever they were hiding. He was the first one who figured out that Y/N Seresin was pregnant with Eli. He was the first to figure out that Val and Coyote were planning to renew their vows and tell no one. He was also the first to figure out that Cyclone was going through a divorce. If there was one thing that anybody needed to know, they knew that Fanboy would be able to figure it out.

Dragon sat back at her desk with a sigh. Her feet hurt and her flight suit was a tad too tight. She thought about wearing one of Bradley’s today but they were too long. Yesterday a box full of maternity uniforms had arrived on her doorstep, and she was actually looking forward to wearing them (even if they were ugly). Bradley rolled out in his desk chair and poked his head into his wife’s cubicle, smiling at her as she rubbed her bump.

“What’re you doin?” He asked, standing up from his chair.

“Being used as a punching bag,” She mumbled, poking her belly. Bradley walked to her and kneeled down to be at eye level with her belly. To say he was obsessed with it would be an understatement. He was completely enamored with his wife’s belly. He placed his two large hands on either side of it, stroking the clothing covering it.

“Stop being mean to your mother,” He whispered and leaned forward to kiss her bump. Dragon giggled and ran a hand through his curls, “Not even here yet, and already being a nuisance.”

“Well, it is your kid,” Dragon said, putting her hand on one of his, “Scared that if it’s a boy, they’ll come out with a mustache.”

“And that would be A-Okay,” Bradley said to her bump again, rubbing it, “Do you need anything? Check your blood pressure?”

“I’m fine,” She assured her husband. They were monitoring her for preeclampsia, and even the thought of the word sent a nervous shiver down Bradley’s spine.

“Well, if you say so,” Bradley patted her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her lips, “I got a hop to do. I’ll see you both,” He then leaned down and kissed her belly, making her laugh, “Later. I love you.”

“We love you too, Daddy.”

She watched her husband leave, a smile on her face. She loved those quiet moments when it was just the two of them. Both Val and Y/N Seresin had told Dragon that she should savor those moments before adding another addition to the pairing. Things changed when a baby was added to the mix. Those quiet moments were harder and harder to find. Dragon let out a sigh and ran her hand over her bump, feeling a small flutter from within her. She smiled and turned back in her chair and went back to her lesson plans.

Little did she know, a quiet WSO was watching through the window of the office, placing pieces to the puzzle in his mind.

— — —

Fanboy was taking his time in the locker room, which was strange. He was usually the first one in and out after a hop, stating once that his mom told him humid locker room air was a cesspool for pneumonia, which. . . she probably wasn’t wrong. He kept glancing over his shoulder as Luke talked to Jake, his flight suit tied around his waist and the latter, half naked with a towel around him. Apparently, there was some big news with Texas and Oklahoma that Fanboy could care less about. The moment Jake walked away from Luke, grabbing his duffle bag to go change, Fanboy knew now was the time to strike.

Luke turned back to his locker, smiling at the pictures he had taped up on the wall. He sat down on the bench to untie his boots, when he felt a presence behind him. He blinked a couple of times before looking over his shoulder and seeing Fanboy standing there.

“Garcia? How can I help you?” Luke asked.

“Oh just. . . You and Phoenix are close,” Fanboy noted, leaning against his locker.

Luke nodded, “Well we are dating so I would assume we are close. What’s up?”

“So that means you’re close to Dragon,” Luke again nodded, his eyebrows furrowing, “So if Dragon was. . . I don’t know preg-”

“Cerberus, you motherfucker!” Rooster yelled as he walked into the locker room, a bright smile on his face. Fanboy jumped and took a step back as Rooster tossed his stuff down in front of his locker, “How the hell did you manage to get me, and those two rookies in one sweep?”

“Trade secrets, old man,” Luke said and gave Rooster a fist bump, “But what were you saying, Garcia? About Dragon?”

“Dragon? Is she alright?” Rooster’s face paled at the mention of his wife.

“O-oh! Yeah, she’s fine. Just. . . ya know doing classroom stuff. I was just wondering when she’s gonna fly again,” Mickey shrugged.

Rooster breathed out a sigh of relief, and unzipped his flight suit, “Not for a bit. Maybe after this class gets done.”

Mickey nodded, taking in Rooster’s words as he fell back into conversation with Luke. He finished getting dressed, stuffing his sweaty flight suit and khakis in his duffle bag.

“Fanboy, you’re going to the Hard Deck, right?” Rooster called out before Fanboy could leave the locker room.

“Oh, you bet,” Fanboy nodded. Rooster smiled at him, throwing his towel over his shoulder and walking towards the showers.

It was at that moment, that Fanboy had made the connection, and a burning question popped into his head.

— — —

Even though Dragon couldn’t partake in the usual drinking events at the Hard Deck on Friday Night after a long week of work, she still liked to tag along and be a part of the group. She had changed out of her uncomfortable flight suit and into a pair of jeans cutoffs, a white tank top, and one of Rooster’s Hawaiian shirts. She touched up her makeup and let her hair down, feeling the relief from the tight bun she had been wearing throughout the day.

Rooster was leaning against his Bronco, watching as Dragon walked out of the building and crossed the parking lot. She was always like a dream, but something about the sun hitting her already glowing skin, made her seem angelic. Bradley couldn’t help the large smile that crawled across his face as she walked up to him and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Damn mama, you come here often?” Bradley whispered against her skin, making her giggle.

“You’re ridiculous,” Dragon playfully shoved him and walked around to the other side of the Bronco.

The ride to the Hard Deck was a short one, and it was filled with Bradley’s off-key singing to “Push” by Matchbox Twenty. Dragon sat in the passenger seat, a huge smile on her face, one of her hands resting on her bump and the other in Bradley’s hand. Bradley parked as close to the door of the Naval bar as he could, knowing that Dragon didn’t like to stay out very long anymore.

They had officially cruised into the second trimester. Dragon was feeling better as the weeks went on, however, her energy had not returned to her yet. She was lucky if she could make it to lunch without having to go to Mav’s office and take a nap on the couch. Her sensitivity to smells hadn’t gotten that much better either. In fact, Rooster had to stop wearing one of his favorite colognes because the scent made her nauseous. There was also no longer any coffee-making allowed in the house after Dragon upchucked all over the dining room rug one morning.

“One Budweiser and a game of pool,” Bradley said, as he helped Dragon out of the Bronco, “And then we’ll leave and we can stop at Culver’s,” Bradley swore that he was spending most of his free time going to Culver’s and getting their onion rings for Dragon.

“I’m actually feeling alright tonight,” Dragon grabbed Bradley’s outstretched hand and climbed down from the passenger seat, “We can stay for more than one Budweiser and a game of pool.”

Bradley stopped in his tracks and looked at his wife, “You sure? You just say the word baby girl and we’ll-”

“Yes, I am sure,” Dragon kissed the corner of his mouth, “Now let’s go. I’ve been wanting that peach tea that Penny has on the soda gun all freaking week.”

Dragon and Rooster made their way to their spot in the Hard Deck, hand in hand. The Dagger Squad was already in the back corner, huddled around the pool table, a game already in progress. Dragon dropped Rooster’s hand and walked over to her sister, greeting her with a hug. Jake greeted Bradley by handing him a beer.

Eventually, one game of pool turned into two, and two turned into three. Rooster had kept a close eye on Dragon throughout the night, looking for the first sign that she was tired and ready to go. But the Trace girl was in high spirits, feeling like she had finally gotten out of the brain fog and exhaustion that had been plaguing her. She was now sitting next to Bob at a high-top table, talking about the latest episode of The Mandalorian. Most of the daggers were in their own world, conversing with one another or invested in a game of pool, except for Fanboy.

He had been watching Dragon the whole night. He watched as she subtly handed Rooster the beer that Coyote had placed in front of her. He watched as she held her hand clamped over her mouth when Jake’s order of onion rings was brought out. And he watched as she yawned three times in one hour.

“Do you think Dragon is being weird?” Fanboy asked Phoenix, who was lining up her next shot.

“I think my sister is always weird,” Phoenix shrugged, taking her shot and sinking in the eight-ball. She stood to her full height and looked at Fanboy, “You lose.”

Fanboy squinted his brown eyes at her, watching as she walked over to where Dragon and Rooster now sat. The burning question was still in his head, getting hotter and hotter.

Rooster had his arm wrapped around Dragon’s shoulders as she leaned her head on his shoulder. She could hardly keep her eyes open, the sound of Rooster’s steady heart lulling her to sleep. Rooster had to fight every fiber in his being to not put his hand on her growing belly, something that was now his new favorite activity. It was the one thing he looked forward to at the end of every day, lying in bed with his wife and their unborn child.

“Tired, mama?” Rooster asked, whispering in her ear. Dragon looked up at him, giving him a small smile, “Feelin’ alright?”

Dragon nodded and shifted in her chair, stretching her limbs out. A quiet groan escaped her lips, making Rooster chuckle. She sat back in her chair, her hand absent-mindedly going to her belly, rubbing a small circle, “I’m just tired and-”

“I’m sorry, I just gotta ask,” Mickey spoke up. Dragon looked over at him, her eyebrows furrowed. The whole squad turned their attention to the WSO, and he pointed right at Dragon, “Are you pregnant?”

“Garcia, what the hell?” Cerberus said quickly. Phoenix looked over at her sister, as she stared at the drink in front of her, “You can’t just ask women that.”

“It’s just I have noticed all these things, and she’s not flying, she’s not drinking, she looks like she’s-”

Mickey’s words were cut off as Dragon stood up from the table and walked away. Rooster watched his wife walk out the front doors of the Hard Deck, no doubt going to sit on the beach to calm herself down. She had been planning a way to tell the squad for the past couple of weeks, wanting to wait until she got further along in her pregnancy. Now, it was all laid out in the open. Fanboy felt his heart in his stomach as Phoenix stood up from the table and followed after her sister.

“I’m sorry, Rooster, I didn’t-”

Rooster shook his head, “Yeah. She’s pregnant. She’s about twenty weeks along. She wanted to wait just a bit longer to tell people. It wasn’t long after this that we lost Ida. I think she’s struggling a bit.”

Fanboy felt like he was going to be sick, “Bradley I am so-”

“It’s fine,” Rooster pushed himself back in his chair, “I’m gonna go check on her.”

Fanboy sunk back in his chair, his chest feeling heavy as he stared down at his drink. He could remember the night that the Bradshaws lost Ida. He had been in the backyard with Phoenix helping clean up from their gender reveal party when Rooster yelled for help. Fanboy rushed into the house and found Dragon looking deathly pale, while Rooster was trying to shake her awake. The sound of Rooster’s cries when the doctor told him what had happened stuck with Fanboy. Ever since the Uranium Mission and being Rooster’s wingman, they have had a close relationship. And seeing someone that he considered to be a brother so hurt and lost, hurt Fanboy.

Fanboy shook his head and stood up from the table but Payback grabbed his hand stopping him.

“Where are you going?” Fitch asked.

“To apologize to them,” Fanboy pulled his hand away from Payback.

“Not a good idea, Garcia,” Jake piped up, “Just sit down and let Rooster handle it. I think you’ve done enough for tonight.”

Mickey sucked in a breath and nodded his head, sitting back down in his seat. A couple of minutes later, Phoenix came back into the bar. She walked over to the table and whispered something in Luke’s ear before he nodded and stood up with her. She didn’t spare a glance at anyone at the table, just heading straight for the door as Luke grabbed his wallet and fished out a couple of bills.

“We’re gonna head out. Amelia is watching Piper,” Luke said, “Don’t beat yourself up about it Garcia, it’ll be okay.” Fanboy looked up at Luke and gave him a singular nod, “Night fellas.”

The rest of the night Fanboy sat in silence as the dagger squad slowly fizzled out and he was the last one left. He quietly stood up from the table and gathered the scattered empty bottles to take them to the bar. He settled up with Penny and wished her a good night before walking back to base.

— — —

When Monday rolled around again, Fanboy was dreading going to work. He loved what he did, it had always been his dream to fly and he got to live out that dream day after day. But he feared that he had fractured the whole dagger squad into pieces and he really didn’t want to go face the music. He had been mulling over what he had done on Friday night the whole weekend. He hadn’t heard from anyone except Payback and he was just asking if he had any extra flight plans that he could borrow.

Mickey walked right to his office when he arrived at the hangar, not bothering to stop to talk to anyone. He settled all of his bags under his desk to avoid going to the locker room early in the morning, knowing that Luke, Rooster, and Jake were more than likely showering and changing from their workout. He was hoping that no one else would walk into the office, but his luck ran out when the door opened. Mickey closed his eyes and hoped that it was anyone but Dragon Bradshaw, but then he smelt that familiar scent of vanilla and citrus.

“Dragon,” Mickey said, turning to face her.

“Fanboy,” Dragon said and leaned against his cubicle, “We gotta talk.”

“Listen,” Fanboy set the file down in his hand, “I am so sorry about-”

“Thank you.”

“What?” Fanboy asked, his jaw slightly a jar.

Dragon smiled, “I never thanked you for what you did the night we lost Ida. You. . . You knew what to do. You kept calm, and it kept us calm when everything was falling apart,” Dragon felt tears well up in her eyes, “You have always been the best wingman.”

Fanboy looked down at his boots and sniffled. Dragon was his first pilot before they got split up. She was the first person and for the longest time the only person he trusted to fly him around. It was hard for him when she went to Virginia, he felt lost, like no one else would put up with him rambling about Star Trek or watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy.

Without thinking, Fanboy launched himself at Dragon, wrapping his arms around her. She let out a surprised gasp and hugged him back.

“I’m still so, so sorry,” Fanboy apologized.

“It’s okay,” Dragon said, rubbing his back, “We were going to tell everyone eventually, we just didn’t get around to it yet. Besides,” Dragon scoffed, and pulled back from the hug, “It was either gonna be you that figured it out or Maverick who slipped up and said something. Besides Phoenix, there is no one in this squadron who knows me better than you. How long did you have to put up with me driving you around?”

“Just long enough for me to stop getting sick after every flight,” Fanboy muttered. He looked up at his friend and gave her a sad smile, “I’m sorry-”

Dragon shook her head, “Garcia if you apologize again, I’m gonna kick your teeth in. And I don’t have the flexibility that I used to with this bowling ball attached to me,” Her hands went to her bump which was now accented by the maternity uniform she was wearing.

Fanboy smiled, and gently put his hand on her belly, “You know I heard that Mickey is a great name for a boy. It means-”

Dragon playfully rolled her eyes as Fanboy listed the history, meaning, and fun facts about his name.

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Vega and Altair's twins

This is a story I've written for a follower on here who is doing an art for story exchange, and wanted to remain anonymous. It's a story of the birth of the twins from their own characters, Vega (female) and Altair (male) - bit of a heads up, they had a previous miscarriage earlier before they successfully managed to bring this pregnancy to term, so it is mentioned in the story. Timezone is set before any modern conveniences. Hope you enjoy...

Vega groaned, a deep, sorrowful keening sound coming from her mouth as she felt the latest in a long series of contractions finally release her from it’s grip. She had been feeling them since this morning, and all through the day until finally at the arrival of dusk, she sent Altair out to do something useful rather than fussing over her.

Both of them knew that the process of getting the babies out of her will take a long time, especially with her first. Both of them had seen enough babies born between them to know it was quite often never a quick process. Both of them knew how everything was meant to happen – but when it was happening to you or your loved ones, that threw everything out of context.

As dusk settled in, and the day started to become cold, she sent out her husband to gather firewood to both heat the house, and boil water to sterilise their tools. Altair grumbled and protested, but of course, he knew that Vega had made the logical choice, and whilst he didn’t want to leave her side in this, her greatest time of need, he knew fine well that she was in the best place she could be right now, and – he admitted – the firewood stocks were getting very thin on the ground.

Vega wrapped a shawl around her as she hefted herself up off the rocking chair she had been seated in. Still very wary about removing her clothes, she had used the excuse that she would need to keep warm until the very end of her labour to conserve her energy and not waste it shivering needlessly. Her bump was massive, protruding several inches in front of her frame – along with her breasts which had grown beyond their already substantial size during the pregnancy, both ripe and ready to feed the children she currently carried.

“Two babies…” she muttered. She had seen it happen only once, and she remembered the horrible, wailing sounds the mother made as she had to go through the ordeal twice in quick succession. What she remembered well though was the pure elation that the mother had felt after all was done, and both babies were in her arms.

She padded over to the door stepped through, then stood, resting her weight against the railing outside watching Altair put logs out onto the cutting area, swing down with his axe and split the logs into shards ready for putting onto the fire. She kept silent, observing her husband as his muscles rippled as they heaved back and forth splintering logs one after another. It was only the onset of the next contraction that broke her reverie as she gripped the railing hard and let out a loud gasp.

Altair immediately dropped what he was doing and dashed over to his wife. His hands wrapped around her from behind – quite the task considering the girth of her midsection – but he had practiced a grab which gathered under her belly and in turn, gave a small lift, relieving the pressure on her abdomen.

“You should be inside, you were complaining about lack of heat earlier.” Altair scolded.

“I couldn’t just sit there and let these happen, I need to move. And I was curious how you were getting on.” Vega retorted, a smirk on her lips, lost to Altair who was behind her. “Seems that the babies wanted to say hello as well.”

Altair let go with one hand and pushed aside Vega’s long, white hair and pressed his lips against the back of her neck – an act which sent shivers down her spine, something not lost on the large man who in this setting all but dwarfed his wife.

“How are you doing my love?” whispered Altair, his breath warm against the prickling back of Vegas neck.

“You know… feeling like I’m being pushed inside out… and right now my legs want to buckle… but that’s nothing to do with our little bundles of joy.” Altair repeated his kiss, an errant breathy groan escaping Vegas lips.

“I want to rest in water. I’ve seen how good it helps with aches and pains.” Vega announced matter of factly. “And I want it warm… so that means more wood.”

“Your wish is my command my dear. Let me bring this load in and we can set the pot to boil to warm the first bath load, by the time I’ve chopped the next we should be able to get a good cycle for as long as this ordeal takes.”

“My hero…” Vega muttered as she was cut short by the cramping sensation taking her breath away, all she could do was moan through the pain until it passed. Altair stayed glued to her until she eventually regained her composure and shooed him away, complaining that if he kept on waiting every time she had a cramp, the babies would be here before the water was even warm.

Altair was reluctant to leave, but knew he must. He walked out and grabbed the first handful of wood to take it to the hearth and set it on fire, whilst he filled the large cooking pot with water and set it away. He made 3 more trips back and forth to gather the rest of the logs that were split and put them into storage for later, whilst finally making another trip to carry the bath into the main room of the house and fill it half way with cold water to be heated by the boiling water later.

During this time, Vega made a conscious effort to not make any noise, though her contractions were unrelenting. She had almost succeeded by doing her breathing exercises (in through her nose nice and deep, slowly blow out of her mouth) and keeping her eyes scrunched tight closed, but she couldn’t help but moan through the peak of the pain. Altair kept on giving worried glances over at her as he passed her on his way back and forwards in and out of the house – she never moved from her position, just swayed her hips back and forward, rocking side to side, taking small steps raising and lowering one foot then the other in some sort of meditative mantra.

Finally, Altair said the water was boiled and started to fill the tub with the remaining scalding hot liquid. He tested it time and time again, adding a little more each time until he decided the water was finally warm enough – he knew that hot water would make Vega sleepy and may hinder the progress of the labour, but water too cool would not provide the relief she desperately wanted.

He walked out and took her by the hand, leading her to the tub. As she was about to step in, he pulled her back.

“Its traditional to be naked during a bath…”

“But I do not like my body. My stomach is all red and scoured by stretchmarks, and my breasts are veiny. I can labour in the clothing I have on and pull off my underwear when it is time.”

“Nonsense… you are beautiful. Your stretchmarks are testament to the work your body has done to grow our 2 babies, and your breasts – as magnificent as they are – are like that to do what nature intended them to do and feed our children. You are beautiful, and I want you to be comfortable. All you will do if you get into that tub whilst wearing clothes would be to end up having them stick to you and be uncomfortable… and you need to have comfort, now of all times… we both know there will be scant time for comfort when the time comes to push.”

Vega smiled, her heart warmed by the words of her partner. She knew he was right of course, but it went against all her inner thoughts to do so. She stepped back away from the tub and started slowly, removing her shawl, to the encouragement of Altair. Next was the dress, and then finally her underwear wrappings across her breasts and her crotch. Finally she was stood in the middle of the room naked, and on full display to Altair.

“Good girl, you know this is for the best.” He added encouragingly.

“I know, I know… but this…” she rubbed across the expanse of her belly “is both beautiful and grotesque. You shouldn’t need to stare at it.”

“Nonsense you silly moo!” he bellowed, somewhat louder than he intended, nerves for the upcoming labour overriding his own sense of decorum – he wanted his wife to be as comfortable as possible, and her old hangups about her body were not something that would help this situation. “You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen.”

“You’re right of course… it still doesn’t feel right…. But I yield to your superior knowledge. Now help me into this tub, I don’t think I can balance with this load in front of me!”

That brought a chuckle to Altair’s lips, lightening the mood as he held Vega as she stepped one leg then the other into the warm water. She got down onto her knees, then finally sat down and swung her legs out from underneath her until she was submerged in the large tub up to her breasts, her belly under the water.

Having such a large tub was a pain to move around the home when they needed it for routine wash nights, but it was always made to double up as a birthing tub, and it being large enough to move around in without being restrictive – and for Vega to open her legs wide in – was part of the intended design.

The sigh as she sank into the water, the warmth soothing the aches and pains in her back was almost musical to Altair. He stared at her as she sat there.

“What?” Vega asked.

“Nothing, I’m just amazed by you. Let me get the next load of water on to heat in case we need it.”

Over the course of the next 20 minutes or so, Altair fussed around the room fetching buckets of water and stacking them up 5 deep in case they needed them and he couldn’t get away, cycling them over the fire so no specific one got too hot or cold. Vega allowed herself to relax, breathing deeply and groaning through the contractions as they happened, focusing inward to try and combat the pain she felt radiating through her time after time.

Suddenly there was a sigh from Altair as she sat and stared into the simmering water in the cooking pot.

Vega opened her eyes and looked over to him. “What is wrong, love?” though she had her own ordeal to undertake, the sigh caught her off guard enough to want to see what was up.

“I just keep on thinking about our previous baby…” referencing an earlier miscarriage the couple had suffered in Vega’s early pregnancy. He was cut off as Vega groaned, the next contraction catching her off guard herself as she was too focused on Altair to prepare herself. He jumped into action and grabbed her hands over the edge of the tub and gave her somewhere to grab. She sequeezed as hard as she could, yelling out as it hit it’s peak, the pain leaving her gasping for breath as she panted through it.

“That was tough…” she whined as she recovered from the worst of the contraction.

“Sorry my darling, I made you lose concentration.”

“No… you had a legitimate worry. I think about the earlier baby too. At first I liked to think he or she was looking over us, a guardian angel of sorts. But now, as I feel these babies move around inside of me, I like to think he or she has been reborn with their brother or sister, and we still get to meet that elusive child… though I may have to have words with it very soon after it pops out, as it has been giving me some serious heartburn and kicking me in some very inopportune times.”

The light hearted comment helped soothe Altair’s worries, and he was left smiling. He stood up and kissed Vega as she leaned her head back against the side of the tub for support, allowing Altair’s kiss to press deep into her, their tongues intertwining, the passion for each other not lost over the years.

Suddenly Vega’s hand grabbed the back of Altair’s head and pulled at his ponytail. She yelled out as a new sensation hit her. “Baby… my body, it needs to push! The first babe, it’s coming!”

“Go with it!” Altair commanded. “You have seen this happen before, know what must be done. I love you, lets bring forth our babies!”

Vega grabbed the underside of her knees and pulled them back as she roared, eyes clamped tight shut as she put effort into the push. It released and she went again, strain showing on her face as she put in the effort. Altair moved into position behind her in the tub as he pulled out a washcloth and dunked it into the tub next to his wife and rung it out, dabbing it over her forehead as she strained.

The contraction let up enough to allow Vega to regain her focus. “This is both so much different to how I imagined it, and at the same time, exactly how I expected it to feel…” she panted with effort before the next contraction begun. Altair shrugged, not fully understanding what Vega was saying, but he knew his job was to just offer encouragement no matter what Vega was feeling right now.

“You can do it my darling. That was such a good effort.”

“Pfft…” Vega made a derogatory noise. “The effort hasn't even started yet… save that for later, when the babe crowns. But here we go….” She once again pulled her legs back and pushed. A good 30 seconds passed, with 3 good pushes involved, gasping breaths between.

Altair gave what little platitude he could to the proceedings with calls out of “good, go again, baby” and “that's it keep it up” at opportune times. He placed his hands into the water and found the tub to be getting cold – noticing Vega shivering a little between contractions.

“I will be back in a second baby” as he stepped to grab an empty bucket and pull out a load of chilled water from the tub. Vega’s eyes followed him around the room as he walked forward, grabbed the bucket, sunk it into the tub and threw its contents unceremoniously out of the door into the world outside. He grabbed a full bucket and slowly emptied it into an area where the hot water wouldn't scold his wife, who yelped and let out a “quick, quick!” command as she once more pulled back her legs and got back to pushing.

Vega felt a little out of sorts without her Altair close to her as she continued to push, but there was no other option as far as her body was concerned – her ability to stop pushing was as unlikely as trying to hold back the waves at the ocean. Her movements caused the newly added hot water to swirl around the tub though and that helped give her something else to focus on other than the gripping pain around her midsection and the feeling of unrelenting fullness between her legs.

Altair looked up from his task of dropping the water into the tub and noticed something between Vega’s legs as she pulled them back.

“I see something!” he sounded excited. The commotion caused Vega to gasp and release her legs as she kept her eyes closed still pushing, one of her hands probing to the folds between her legs. There… probing at it with her fingers, was her bag of waters starting to poke out.

Vega was gasping as she managed a few words between contractions. “The waters… they haven’t broken yet. It’s bulging out of me.”

“Do I break it?” Altair enquired.

“No!” Vega was quick to admonish him. “Let it happen naturally.”

As she let off the pressure of the push as the contraction force ebbed away, the bag slipped back inside, and once more all she could feel was her skin to her fingers, the sensitive lips and nub between her legs which Altair had, on so many occasions, played with and sent sensations through her spine right to her brain. She wondered…

As the next contraction started, she only pulled back a single leg. The second hand rested on her clit and she rubbed slowly. Altair’s eyes opened wide at the view in front of him.

“You… you’re?” he was flabbergasted. “You’re playing?”

“Shhhh…” came Vega’s response. “I want to try this, see if it takes the edge off.”

Vega didn’t speak further, two of her fingers rubbed back and forth as her face scrunched up and she pushed. The effort was there, the bulge appeared back between her lips, the bag bulging out until finally she yelled. Simultaneously, the bag popped underwater, the thin membrane floating away into the body of the tub. Vega flinched as it happened, but she had no time to rest, the contraction was still upon her. She rubbed and rubbed at the sensitive area between her legs, her head lolling back as she groaned mid-contraction. She gasped “It’s working” as she finally felt the contraction release, a gasp escaping her lips.

Altair was transfixed at the display in front of him. Eyes hyper focused on the fingers doing the work. “Your… erm… your bag broke” he managed.

“I felt it… it brushed against my hand as it floated away” Vega managed, still panting with her exertion. She stopped her rubbing activities as the contraction ebbed away. “Surely the head must be close… let me see if I can feel it.”

She inserted her finger within her folds and smiled. “It’s there I can feel the head of our first baby. I can feel the progress my body is making!” she sounded elated, but it was short lived. The next contraction ramped up quickly, and she resumed her rubbing activity. Her moan started almost instantaneously this time though, and soon escalated to a yelling shout. She couldn't enunciate her words given the situation, but as the contraction started to fade she managed a weak “no bag of waters… it hurts so much more… direct skin on skin contact, rubbing… stretch…”

Altair saw the frustration in her face and scrambled around to be beside her where he laid his hands on her arm. “What can I do…” he was frustrated himself, he was so used to being actively involved, and felt useless at this point.

“Get me a drink love, my throat is dry…” groaned Vega, her voice suddenly sounding very horse and scratchy. Altair pushed himself up off the ground and headed off to get a cool skin of water. As he was away in the kitchen he heard Vega’s yowling pain echo through the family home.

He rushed back in to a scene of Vega having let the second leg go, so they were both thrashing in the water, her fingers rubbing against her clit as much as possible, her second hand thumping on the side of the bath in whatever effort she can do to stave off the pain she was feeling. Altair grabbed the hand and held it tight, feeling Vega respond, squeezing as tightly as she possibly could. He looked down between her legs and his face lit up – he could see something emerging from between them.

He leaned over and took his second hand, grabbing the one that was rubbing her clit, and moved the fingers a few inches south, to feel the skin between her lips. Vega’s eyes shot open, and Altair nodded. “It’s working!” he bellowed. The break in concentration caused Vega to stop pushing and the head shrunk back behind the lips once again, causing Vega to wail “No… Don’t go!”

Releasing the hands he held, Altair instead placed his hands on her face, and kissed her. “You, my darling, are pushing out a baby. You know it will slip, and come, and slip again. You know this in your heart. Don’t get discouraged and work with your body. You know what to do.”

Vega nodded and asked for a drink, which Altair offered her, slowly lifting the skin to her lips as she drank deeply. It was soon time to push again though, so she pulled up her legs with both hands and went back to it. Altair stashed away the skin for future access and situated himself behind Vega, his hands rubbing her shoulders as she tensed up with the push. He lifted himself up on his haunches to see if he could see anything between Vega’s legs as she pushed, but her belly was in the way, and Altair couldn’t get a good enough angle to see anything. He cursed under his breath that he didn't think to have a mirror or something set up in the bath – something he would look to bring a metalworker into the home in time once the babies were born for the next time.

Over the course of the next 15 to 20 minutes, the couple didn't move from their location. Time after time Vega went from wailing in pain, to gasping for breath, back to wailing in pain and so on as she worked seemingly without end to push the head of her first babe out from within her. Altair was frustrated not being able to do anything, just hold onto her and give her platitudes as between pushes, Vega reached down between her legs and felt the progress of her work, at first the head disappeared each time as she let off the push, but slowly and surely the head remained peeking out at the end of each push, each time the stretch feeling greater and greater for her until finally she yelled out a shrieking, horrible scream.

“It burns, it burns, crowning baby, crowning… ooooh” Her wail didn’t end until finally about 30 seconds later she grabbed the sides of the tub, releasing her legs, and almost lifted herself up out of the water, her legs scrabbling backwards trying to find purchase on the slippery base. She jumped and yowled as she finally managed a weak “the head is out… get around and check for a cord.”

Altair didn’t wait, jumping up and dashing around the edge of the tub to see the head of his child poking out between his wife’s legs. The water was tinged with blood, he couldn't tell at this point if it was just coming from within Vega’s womb or if she had torn in the process, but he put that to the back of his mind as he reached in and felt around the neck for a cord. He was happy that there was no risk to the baby, so breathed a sigh to refocus his thoughts and took in the scene.

“How is it…” Vega sounded weak and exhausted.

“It’s beautiful… our baby.” Altair managed. He then realised the thing that was playing on his mind. The head was face up. Normally babies were born face down so their spines could bend with the movements through the birth canal, but if they were in posterior position, or back to the mothers back so they came out face up, that meant it was a much tougher process. Now Vega’s wails were explained.

Suddenly Vega gasped “Hold the head” as she pulled back her legs again and pushed hard, the contraction forcing her to comply, accompanied by a howling yell all through the push. Altair held the head as he first saw the first shoulder, then the second slip out from between Vegas legs, he gently pulled as the torso followed, and the legs. Vega gasped as she felt the weight pass through and out from her, finally releasing a triumphant yell of success as Altair fished the first child out of the bath water, holding it up as high as he could, still attached by the umbilical cord.

“We have a baby girl my love… our daughter. You did it. I’m so proud.” Altair was babbling with joy as he handed the baby over to Vega to hold against her chest, who in turn was crying tears of joy at the completion of the first of her two labours. The babe was making loud and screeching yells until she finally found Vega’s breast and almost without hesitation, latched on for her first feed.

Life was calm and quiet, at least for a few minutes. Altair didn’t make much noise, just simply stand and observe the currently 2 most important people in his life. Vega made cooing noises at the baby, who was more than content to suckle, having undergone her own tortorous journey a short while earlier.

Vega’s wincing face signified the calm had passed and the contractions starting up once more. “Is there anything you need my love?” Altair enquired, very conscious that the baby added an extra dynamic to how she had pushed before.

“No… I don’t feel the need to push with this… let me just…” she groaned, unable to finish her sentence. Altair knelt next to her in the tub, one hand stroking the head of his daughter as the other hand rested atop Vegas on the side of the tub. He looked over to her and noticed the water with its pinkish hue, and the vibrations of Vega’s body signifying her shivering. He dipped his hand into the tub and realised that over the time the water had become chilled.

“I can’t keep you in here, the water is filthy, there’s blood and viscera in here, as well as other waste… I think you should get out.”

Vega nodded. “I think I'll need a hand… my legs are a bit wobbly no doubt.”

Altair knelt to the side of the tub as Vega wrapped her free arm that wasn’t holding the baby around his shoulders. Altair supported Vegas weight under her arms as they stood up together, the blood pink water running down her body as she stood. She took a tentative step out of the tub, and with Altair’s help, finally managed to get both feet onto the ground and stand in front of the fire, using the heat to dry herself off.

The baby didn’t let this movement and jostling distract her, as she continued to feed. The sensation of feeding causing Vega’s contractions to ramp up, and her second breast to leak, something which went unnoticed as the water sloshed up and down over her belly when she was in the tub, but the milky white droplets dripping onto her belly and rolling down the rounded surface was mesmerising to both Vega and Altair now she was out of the water. The grunt of a contraction pulled them both into the moment though as Vega managed to say “I’m pushing…” as she stood bow legged in front of the fire, one hand gipping tight to her newborn and the other reaching out for Altair to grab.

Vega focused on a long, hard push, gravity aiding her in her standing position. Grunting through the length of the contraction she suddenly gasped. “What was that?”

Altair looked down and realised the baby was breech. “That… that was a leg.”

Vega gasped, a look of panic on her face. She had of course seen this before, and she knew that giving birth to twins most likely meant one was upright and one was upside down in the womb, just for the babies to take up the optimal space… but when faced with it happening to you, when you’re already overwrought from the earlier parts of the day… she wasn’t fully aware of it all.

Altair jumped in. “Focus, baby… focus. Nothing new. Just need to push out the body then the head rather than the other way around. Nothing you haven’t done before.” Vega could only nod, the next contraction upon her, her thighs dipping to open up into a squat, her groaning push resulting in the flop of the second leg out from between her own.

Altair realised that Vega was shivering, either a side effect of adrenaline, or simply just because she was cold from the water not having fully dried off her body, so he took the opportunity in between contractions to have her rest against a chair as he dashed to grab something from the bedroom.

Vega watched wide eyed as Altair left, the contraction forcing her to keep on pushing, the next baby’s hips now dangling between her legs. It was moving, slowly but surely, her already raw lips spread around the girth of the body. She whimpered as she pushed, not feeling the need to yell or tire her throat just yet, but very wary of the pain building as she pushed more and more towards the width of the head.

Altair dashed back into the room at full sprint, carrying a fur with him to drape over Vega’s shoulders. She kissed and thanked him as he took back over holding her weight, Altair’s arms wrapping around her torso, in the space between her breasts and her belly. She rested the baby on her thigh as she lowered down into a deep squat, her weight supported by Altair, the widening of her pelvis as she lowered down almost heavenly compared to the tight space she could manage by keeping her balance by herself. With an almighty push, the body was born to the shoulders, the deep squat meaning the legs and body rested against the floor.

“Stay low my baby, push hard… keep that deep squat so our child doesn’t have far to fall when it’s born.” Altair instructed. Vega couldn’t respond verbally, but nodded, her focus remaining entirely on pushing, now the contractions were on top of each other.

Altair started to fret, this breech baby enough of a concern to set his nerves alight and as he held his wife closely whilst she struggled through her ordeal, his eyes darted around the room to see if there was something, anything, he could use to aid in this situation. He suddenly saw the large dressing mirror over the far side of the room. Gently rotating Vega’s body so her legs would follow suit, he moved her the quarter circle he would need to get a view over her shoulder of the reflection in the mirror. At this point Vega had not opened her eyes for over a minute and was pushing with all her might.

Altair saw the red, stretched lips of her vagina stretching out over the slowly emerging head, the baby dangling between her own legs like some sort of parody of a puppet that had it strings cut – just hanging there completely unable to move. But then he realised that it was moving. The legs kicked and the arms wiggled left to right. The baby was fighting to get out as much as it’s mother was forcing it out… but the lack of any where for it to get its limbs to touch were entirely to its detriment.

“Vega, darling, look forward.” Altair said. The calmness of his words cut through Vega’s concentration and she looked forward. That’s when she saw it too. Her second baby. The first still on her thigh, the second dangling there. The head reaching a wide point, and whilst she could only see the back of it, she felt the nose right there tugging against her inner walls. She knew she could do it, she could see the head coming out, and she pushed.

She yelled out, eyes no longer closed watching the show in the mirror. Her squat deepened, her hips widened, and as her voice cracked, her battle-worn throat no longer able to make any more noise the head slipped out.

The noise could be described as a splat. The baby slipping out from between her legs, a splash of amniotic fluid following it down and puddling around the shape on the floor. The room was eerily silent after all the commotion in the moments preceding it. Not the first baby or the second made a noise. Altair gently lowered Vega down to sit as he dashed around in front of her to see to the second baby.

Gathering towels he rubbed the baby vigorously, trying to stimulate it. “Breathe, breathe!” he gasped, panic now starting to set in at the baby’s silence. As if the two children were intrinsically linked the little girl’s eyes stared wide at her sibling, no noise came from her. Then suddenly it came. A watery weak cough, then a second go, much stronger than the first, and the second baby’s wails echoed around the house.

The first baby joined the chorus, and along with Altair’s and Vega’s tear-streaked faces, relief swept over the room. Altair looked down at the bundle held in his arms, still connected to it’s mother by the umbilical cord, and saw between its legs.

“We have a son!” he exclaimed. Bringing him close to Vega, handing him over and then finding something to tie and cut the cord. Finally, the baby was released from it’s connection in the womb, and the four sat in a huddle in the room, simply existing in the moment and not considering anything else.

Finally it was time for Vega to bring forth the placenta, and after a short while, Altair rubbing Vega’s deflated belly as she pushed with the contractions, two separate meaty lumps were caught in a bowl for examination. She laid the babies down and along with Altair, they checked both over and were happy everything suggested everything had happened exactly as it should.

“The two placentas would suggest that they are not identical.” Altair commented.

“I can see that dear… one has a penis, another has a vagina.” Vega chuckled at the obviousness of the situation that Altair had not realised as she kissed and hugged her husband. She certainly needed sleep, and she just hoped her two new additions would give her that small mercy after the night she had bringing them forth to the world.

#birth kink #fpreg #birth #labor kink #pregnancy

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yourgaeyisshowing · 4 months

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Bumps Along the way

Chapter 5: Dreaming out loud

Larissa x Shapeshifter!Reader Pregnant!Reader Pregnant!Larissa

Warnings: Pregnancy struggles, Pregnancy/childbirth, Miscarriages, Mental illness, Swears or curses, Infant Death, Stillborn, PTSD, Panic attacks, Near death experience, Mentions of birth and physical exams, vomiting, Adoption, Parental Abandonment

A/N: This story is going to be heavy. It deals with real-life situations that most don’t understand the pain of. 1 in 4 women will experience this in their lifetime. Remember, you don’t know everyone's history.

Chapter 5: Dreaming out loud

Larissa was sitting at her desk swimming in work and feeling the weight of everything on her shoulders, not to mention the morning sickness was in full swing. To anyone walking in they would never know that there was a bin between her legs just in case her stomach decided to revolt for the third time that day. She was miserable, and as if on cue after your 2nd class of the day you walked into her office with a cup of ginger mint tea to ease her stomach. “Darling, are you okay?” You gently ask as you hand her the mug of tea and start massaging her sore and tight shoulders. Sitting back in her chair, Larissa’s eyes flutter shut for a beautiful moment as she relaxes. After spending some time with her before your next class, you let her know that you’ll be back after your lunch duty is done since the rest of your day is just planning periods due to the seniors being on a class trip.

After you meet up with Marylin for your lunch rotation, you knock twice on Larissa’s office door before stepping inside. Seeing that it was only you she sighed with relief and stayed where she was. “Hello my love” you said quietly seeing her sitting on her sofa with her heels off and her feet up. What you didn’t expect was the dark haired girl sitting in her lap, being gently rocked by her. Wednesday looked at Larissa like a mother to her, and sometimes she would show up randomly at your house or in Larissa’s office. Letting her guard down where she was safe and knew her mask could come off for a while. Today was no different, it was a bad day. Some students made fun of her and one of them in chemistry had snipped off part of her plait. It was devastating to her, and being autistic her walls fell and the string snapped. Wednesday went on a screaming rampage and had a full meltdown. She never lost control, but today she did and the knife dropped hard. Larissa had to carry her out, she after getting back to the office tried to use her fists to fight off the headmaster. This failed rather quickly as the blond was quick to gently restrain her and pull her into a hug with deep and firm pressure, effectively calming the raven down. Wednesday let her mask down with three people and three people only. Enid, Larissa and of course you.

“She cut her forehead a bit, would you mind grabbing the first aid kit?” Larissa asked you gently, keeping her tone soft and light. You nodded and came back sitting on the edge of the sofa. Seeing Wednesday look up at you, you smiled and moved her bangs out of the way. She stiffened in Larissa’s arms, but as soon as the headmistress started rubbing her back with her nails gently she relaxed and let you clean and put butterfly bandages on her cut. “Darling girl, I want you to come stay at our house tonight. I want to check on that head of yours later and I think you could use some down time, hmm?” Larissa said sweetly as if she read your mind. “I think that would be best dear.” You confirmed, you loved seeing her like this. She had such a nurturing way with the kids and could even break down the hardest walls.

Wednesday was very out of it, exhausted by the events of the day. “Wednesday honey, do you think you could sit on Larissa’s lap and I can fix your hair?” “NO!” Wednesday cried looking up to the blond with big wide eyes. “Honey, we need to fix it so it's even, I promise not to cut more than absolutely necessary.” Wednesday shook her head violently and burrowed into Larissa’s chest. “Careful honey.” She warned, moving the girl's elbow from her stomach. “Mama does it.” Wednesday said just barely above a whisper. Larissa’s blue eyes found yours and you could see she was trying not to cry. “That’s okay Wens, Mama can do it. Do you want to sit with me while she does?” She shook her head and reached out to you. Getting the shears from her desk and a comb from her purse Larissa came back over to you two. She gently undid Wednesday’s plaits and started to trim the bits of hair that were chopped. In all it was only a few inches, but still traumatic to the raven. “There darling, all done. Do you want me to rebraid it for you?” Larissa's voice was soft. Wednesday nodded and wiped a few tears away. Larissa parted her hair and put two braids in place. As soon as she was done Wednesday turned and went right back to Larissa's lap.

“I think it's time to go home sweet girl.” You whispered softly, picking up her book bag and Larissa's purse. After getting everything together the three of you headed back to your cottage. “Wednesday, why don’t we get you something comfy to wear.” Larissa says and goes to the bedroom to pull out a large t-shirt for the girl and a pair of sweats. Once she gets the raven settled you and Larissa both change into comfy clothes as well. Wednesday sits on the sofa while we cook dinner mindlessly working around each other. Unbeknownst to us Wednesday came into the kitchen just in time to see Larissa cradle her bump as she stirred the pasta sauce. “You’re Pregnant?” Wednesday says in a low tone with almost a hint of hurt in her voice. Larissa freezes for a moment and smiles. “Yes little raven, I am.” Larissa puts the spoon down and turns with her arms out to Wednesday.

The dark haired girl takes a few steps and then breaks down in her arms crying. “darling what’s the matter?” The British blond says gently stroking her hair. “You’ll be too busy for me.” She says almost barely a whisper. “Oh my love, Muma and I will always have time for you, you’re family sweet viper.” You say softly. The smaller girl nods and heads for the table as you start to plate up dinner. After the pasta was eaten and a warm mug of cocoa by the fire was had, the three of you started to retire for bed. Larissa handed Wednesday 2 white pills and a glass of water. Once she was done you had assumed she went off to the guest room that contained a few of her comfort items while you and Larissa went to your bathroom to do your skincare and brush your teeth. As you turned to go tuck the raven in you giggled and stopped in your tracks, the blond following suit. Wednesday was fast asleep in the middle of your king size bed, curled up with her soft black weighted blanket. Not wanting to disturb her nor upset her you both climbed into bed and pulled the covers up falling asleep.

Waking up in the morning you both knew you needed to have a conversation with the girl. Larissa brought in three cups of warm English tea with honey and sat down. Wednesday was now awake too, but cuddled up to your chest. “Wednesday darling” Larissa says sweetly handing the cups to you and Wednesday. “Can I ask you a few questions?” She continues gently. The dark haired girl nods her head but stays quiet. “Do you feel safe at home Wednesday? And I don’t just mean physically, but mentally is it a safe place for you to be you?” She asks calmly, but in a gentle manner. Wednesday shakes her head and looks down for a moment before answering. “Yes and no… I know I am different, but Maman says it's just for attention. She doesn’t understand. I know I’m autistic, so I try to hide it because at home it's not allowed.”

Larissa is trying to keep her anger in check desperately, she is beyond upset that her old friend would make her daughter feel this way. “Darling, you don’t have to hide who you are to anyone. You are special because you are you. I understand what it feels like to be an outcast among outcasts, but here you are safe to just be you.” Wednesday snuggles closer into Larissa’s side. “Maman, uses unusual punishments to “Correct my behavior” as she calls it. Food control, forced visions, and other things I'd rather not talk about right now…” Her voice is timid and if looks could kill Morticia would be dead right now if she was in sight. Larissa’s Muma Bear side has come out and you are struggling to keep your own anger in check.

“Darling, what can we do to help?” You ask softly, slowly undoing her messy braids and running your fingers through her hair, which she won't admit, but truly loves. “Am I old enough to decide where I want to live? I mean, I love it at the school, but with the never ending nightmares and the visions Maman sends me, I don’t feel safe in our dorm anymore. Can… Can I stay here?” Your heart beats a bit in your chest and so does Larissa’s. One glance at each other and your minds were made up. “Darling I will broach the situation to the school board, and have a well worded conversation with your parents, but I don’t see any harm in you living with us. We are your parents too, and we love you darling Wednesday.” The little raven nods her head and burrows her face into Larissa’s neck.

This is a side that you and Larissa have never seen from your troublemaker student, Wednesday was allowing herself to be vulnerable. She was always so put together, her walls built up and strong. Face stern with determination, and rock solid always. This young girl was broken, and so love starved. She desperately needed a foundation to lean on and it was obvious that she didn’t have it. While Morticia and Gomez were good people, it was obvious now that their parenting skills were lacking when it came to the child that demanded their attention to cope with her disabilities, but could never get it. So she built walls so high around herself that now you both were sure she couldn’t even find a way over.

After a while of calming down, Larissa excused herself to run back to the school to retrieve her laptop while Wednesday helped you cook dinner. Her actual motive though was something completely different. Locking her office door behind her she sat down at her desk and pulled out a crystal ball from her office drawer. Lighting the four candles she waved her hand over the top and spoke firmly. “I call forth Morticia Addams.” She sat back and waited as the ball swirled with purple and blue clouds.

“Larissa? Is everything okay?” The dove spoke as though she wasn’t waiting for this call. “Cut the bullshit Tish. I think we both know why I’m calling you this late.” Larissa was firm and strong in her voice, not wanting to have a petty conversation. Morticia sighed, knowing this was coming. “What stories has she told you now Lars?” “Stories, that’s what we are calling them? You have always been so obstinate Tish. Look, we are friends, but I have to ask. What the actual fuck. Your daughter is autistic and struggling and you decide that it is just Attention seeking? Your daughter is in a crisis and you couldn’t be bothered because she’s what. Different?” Larissa was seconds from losing her cool, calm collected demeanor. “Don’t even start with me Larissa. She is not autistic, she is a troublemaker. And while I love her, I won't stand for blatant disobedience. We have no problems with our dear Pugsley, Wednesday is just playing you.” Larissa scoffs loudly and has to fight back a sarcastic laugh.

“Fine if she is such a problem, then sign custody over to me until she is of age. I won't keep her from you, but I will take the responsibility of her and she can decide if she wants time with you and I will make sure she is taken care of.” Larissa knew it was a play on words, but she wasn’t budging. She was not going to let Wednesday suffer due to her old friend being a shitty mother because her daughter wasn’t exactly like her. “Excuse me?” Morticia says in a rather nasty tone. “You heard me perfectly clear Morticia.” Rolling her eyes the dove pinches the bridge of her nose. “You know what, fine. We will let Wednesday choose. You want to be her mother so bad, fine. Watch how fast she comes crawling back and away from you.” Larissa had never heard this much venom come from her old roommate. “Deal, I’ll send the paperwork over to you tomorrow morning. Have a good evening Morticia. Oh and please refrain from sending wicked visions to our dear Wednesday.” With a sweet customer service smile Larissa ended the call by blowing out the candles. The blond took a moment to catch her breath and let out the sigh of frustration she was holding onto. Putting everything away she reached into her filing cabinet and pulled out a stack of paperwork and put it in a folder to take home with her. She grabbed her things and headed back to the cottage, visibly worn from the conversation she had and feeling the day start to wear on her shoulders. As she walked back from the school to the place you called home to ran her hand soothingly over her bump. “Little one, your life is going to be so crazy… and so full of love.” Continuing down the path she made it back with a smile on her face and kicked off her shoes and jacket.

”I’m back my loves.” The blond Britt called out sweetly, making you poke your head around the kitchen door. “Just in time, we are putting dinner on the table now love” you said as you gave her a sweet kiss and one on her belly for good measure. Wednesday walked out just in time to roll her eyes in mock disgust before actually giggling. “You two are so cute it actually makes me nauseous.” Wednesday said and walked over to give Larissa a hug. “I’m glad you’re back.” She said in a whisper, Larissa ran her fingers through the girls hair and hugged her back leaving a kiss on her head as they broke their hug. The three sat down at the table to enjoy their dinner, Wednesday and Larissa went to reach for the salad tongs at the same time and as their hands touched Wednesday’s head was thrown back into a vision. At the same time Larissa hissed in pain and clutched at her swollen abdomen. “Riss!” You yelled immediately torn on what to do. “Get her, I'll be okay! She might hit her head again!” Larissa called as she backed away a bit from the table to breath through the sharp pain.

#larissa weems #gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #principal weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x y/n #wednesday #larissa x wife!reader #pregnant larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa x morticia #Larissa x Daughter!Wednesday

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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hi i hope you dont mind but if you're not that busy is it okay if you write this? huhu thank you!

reader telling jjk men (geto, gojo, nanami, toji, choso) that they are preggo and they've been trying for a few years already and are already thinking of surrogacy. please please please this can be months after they have a miscarriage too!

a rainbow baby! 😭

Hi hon!!! Sorry this came so late I got a bit caught up with school than my mom and aunts wanted to have dinner so that’s what I did today! Tysm for the request! I try to remain as respectful as possible when I write requests like this or about sensitive topics so pls tell me if I misphrase or say anything poorly so I can correct it!!

Ps. I didn’t do choso because idk his personality well and I don’t know if I’m confident in writing him😭

Tw- mentions of past miscarriages, rainbow baby, infertility, surrogacy, anything mentioned in the request, grief, (in Geto’s people besides parents try and explain death and miscarriage to the twins so reader gets upset)in gojos the pregnancy is both unplanned and not known about, birth, pregnant reader if your uncomfortable with anything relating to loosing a child/pregnancy I advise that you do not read this one! Pls let me know if I missed anything!!

Geto

He took it hard, he loved the twins with his whole heart he truly did but he missed having babies to look after, maybe it was just baby fever but he felt like your little family wasn’t quite complete.

Unfortunately when you’d found the missing piece, it didn’t work out, unfortunately in your second trimester you had miscarried. You and Geto were both devastated, and everyone for a while everyone treated the two of you as ticking time bombs ready to explode at any moment.

The girls didn’t quite understand, they knew that they were supposed to have a sibling soon and now they weren’t going to but that was it, they couldn’t comprehend it yet and the amount of times you both had to stop people from explaining it to them horrified you.

This time when you’d fallen pregnant, you decided that maybe you two should keep this one a bit secret just in case, so when you’d first told Geto it was in the safety of your bedroom you’d sat beside him your hands behind your back before quickly pulling out the test.

“Are you serious” his voice is a bit quiet as it crackles.

You were his only weak spot, of course besides his children…but of course he would never let you know that…not like it was obvious or anything. He practically sobs when you give him a little nod, he lets out the same quiet muffled sobbing noise when he sees his son for the first time laid on your chest.

Gojo

Honestly it hurt you a lot. His family was really into the idea of you carrying a biological heir, but sometimes it felt like you just weren’t capable of doing so. Honestly you’d started to even look into surrogacy because you couldn’t handle all the unfortunate things that continued to happen every time you would even talk about pregnancy.

When you’d been getting intense abdominal cramps you decided maybe you shouldn’t test it and checked yourself into the hospital, where you found out you were in labour, within the hour Gojo had arrived to see you sat up in the hospital bed with the cutest little baby girl laid on your chest. You smile dazedly as he stares down at the two of you in wonder.

“She’s real” he whispers as he touches the little fluffy whisper of hair she has. His fingers just barely graze her scalp and she scrunches and thats what triggers his tears.

Nanami

It was just bad news after bad news, it was beginning to feel like maybe you shouldn’t have a baby at all. Of course when Nanami had heard you mutter this one night after you’d talked about trying for a baby again, he smiled guiltily, “if this doesn’t work there’s surrogacy or even adoption” he knows that you don’t want either of those, you want what everyone else is able to have, he can hear the way you cry in the bathroom after another negative test about how unfair it is and how cruel the world can be.

But this time there’s no crying no shouts of how unfair it is, there’s silence and Nanami at first thinks you’ve fallen and hurt yourself but when he hears your squeal he knows that isn’t the case.

He pushes the door open softly to see you holding the test you smile up at him as you show him the two little pink lines, “it’s positive” you tell him and it takes a moment to register but when it does he’s got a wide smile as he bends down softly peppering kisses along your face.

Toji

He was rather reserved already but after you’d lost the baby, it became worse. Toji not only was reserved but he was reclusive, not eating dinner with you and Megumi not even greeting you anymore.

He’d come out at night and creep around the house to avoid seeing you two, he didn’t understand how to process the loss and had resorted to cutting off the world while he grieved.

One of these nights however he’s not quiet enough and you flicker on the lights, Toji is stood over the sink as he chugs down tap water.

“Toji” you call out, “Will you come to bed?” And when he lays down beside you it feels like heaven. He’s wrapped in your warm embraces as you whisper soft reassurances he doesn’t tell you that your comfort and soft touch made him cry long after you fell asleep.

Almost a year after that, you’d fallen pregnant, and Megumi was the one to help you tell him as he pranced around the house all day in a tee shirt that said big brother on it.

Honestly it was adorable and you loved seeing little Megumi be so happy when his dad furrowed his brows holding his boy up by the armpits to get a good look at what his shirt said glancing down to your belly than back to Megumi before his eyes meet yours.

“You’re serious?” He asks still holding up Megumi.

You give him a little nod paired with a nervous giggle and he sets Megumi down softly going over to hug you as Megumi continues to stomp around the kitchen.

If anyone wants to see anything else pls let me know!! Omg guys!!! Do you want to see reader and maybe like teen Megumi?(reader is with Toji, but maybe like reader being a mom figure to Megumi and while he’s got a fever he unintentionally calls her mama, which he hadn’t done since he was really young?? And Toji like hugging reader a bit when she cries because she misses him being a baby and being affectionate???? I’m gonna sob someone request it pls???)

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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Rebirth au: whos him that papa arc is talking about? Finally some context as to WHY they're an asshole to Jaune, and is Jeanne gonna make it into the harem?

The Cold Heart Truth

Acheius: Okay… Okay… Head count… Jaune, Jeanne, Saphire, Saphron…

Juniper: Luna, Janette, Carol, Angela, Thiriana… Yeah, that’s all of them.

Luna: What’s going on mom?

Saphron: Dad’s gonna tell us why he doesn’t want, Jaune to be a, Huntsman.

Carol: Oh this should be good.

Angela: I wonder what this will be about.

Jeanne: Dad’s going to explain why he won’t let, Jaune train to become a, Huntsman.

Janette: Oh this should be good.

Jaune: It better be…

Thiriana: Okay, Dad we’re all here, explain why you won’t let, Jaune become a, Huntsman?

Acheius: …

Juniper: It’s okay, Dear, we’re all here with you.

Acheius: Okay… This happened years ago… many years ago…

Saphron: How many years ago?

Acheiss: Enough.

Saphron: That’s not a…!

Juniper: Save your questions for later, Saphron.

Saphron: Sorry.

Saphire: Go on, Dad.

Acheius: Haaa… Okay… So your mother, and I were on our way home after a trip from the hospital. Your mother was about five months pregnant at the time, we went to see how the baby was doing. The pregnancy wasn’t go that well. Not that it was bad, but it wasn’t that well…

Thiriana: What’s was wrong?

Juniper: It was my first pregnancy. We weren’t sure what would happen, so we went to the hospital to see how things were going. Everything was fine.

Saphron: I thought you had a hard time with my birth?

Juniper: Both set of the twins were harder to deal with…

Jeanne: Sorry…

Juniper: Don’t worry. Keep going, Achi.

Acheius: Well, we were on our way back with a caravan, merchants, people fleeing, Vale. And a couple of, Hunter’s. I was nervous beyond belief, I wanted to get back home as fast as I could because I was freaking out about the baby, and your mother.

Carol: Not much has changed has it?

Acheius: Ha! No, no it hasn’t… Anyway, you can all probably expect what happened…

Jaune: A Grimm attack?

Acheius: Yeah… Typical, Grimm attack… But… by the time I realized we were under attack… the cart that had been carrying us had been flipped over… and… and…

Juniper: And, I lost the baby…

Saphron: Oh gods!

Thiriana: Saphron wasn’t the first?!

Janette: W-What?!

Coral: You had a miscarriage…?!

Angela: Mom, are you okay?

Jeanne: Excuse me! I need to… Hrk?!

Saphire: Me too!

Luna: The baby…

Jaune: …

Juniper: Uhh… We’ll continue our story when your sisters come back.

Acheius: They’re taking this better than I expected…

~~~

Juniper: So… Everyone feeling better?

JS: No…

Carol: That was to be expected…

Janette: No shit! It’s not every day your mom tells you she had a miscarriage! How else did you expect them to react?!

Coral: You know that’s not what I meant, Jan!

Janette: Then why the hell are you making jokes?!

Coral: How the fuck do you expect me to take this?! Making jokes is the only way I can… I can handle… THIS?!!

Janette: Have you ever heard of a thing called timing?!

Thiriana: Enough! Enough you two… Neither of you are helping… You’re just making things worse…

Carol: Ah! S-Sorry… I didn’t mean to…

Janette: Sorry…

Jeanne: Jaune…?

Jaune: …

Jeanne: Jaune, are you okay…?

Jaune: It was a boy… Wasn’t it?

Juniper: What?

Jaune: Mom was five months pregnant; you can tell the gender of the baby by then… You don’t want me to be a, Huntsman because you’re scared. Scared because you don’t want to lose another son, aren’t you?

Acheius: Ha! Haha haaaa… You’re damn right I’m scared…

Jaune: …

Acheius: Haa… When you said you wanted to become a, Huntsman… I haven’t felt such fear before in my life… I laughed at you not because I don’t think you couldn’t be a, Huntsman, Jaune. You’re damn clever boy, more so than most people think. You would be one hell of an impressive, Huntsman. I laughed because… Because it’s a defence mechanism! I laugh when I’m scared, and when you said you wanted to be a huntsman… I’m terrified to lose another son… I… I can’t handle it… I can’t handle it again…

Luna: I’m confused… Why are you so hurt about this, Dad! Mom lost the baby not you!

Juniper: Luna!

Jaune: But, Dad couldn’t do anything.

Luna: W-What?

Jaune: Dad was with, Mom in the wagon, they didn’t even know the, Grimm was there. Dad is beating himself up because if he was outside watching out for, Grimm, instead of watching over, Mom like he did. Well… Maybe none of this would have happened. And, that’s what’s eating away at, Dad so much, isn’t it?

Acheius: Hehe… Haa… Like I said: He’s a damn clever boy… Yeah… That’s why I’m so upset… I couldn’t do anything to save my unborn son… I’m a failure…

Jeanne: For what? Y-You said it yourself there wasn’t anything you could do! Yes, you lost your first son, but you have, Jaune! You have all of us too!

Saphron: And, you’ve done a damn good job of protecting us! Yes you may have failed… But, it’s like you say: “So long as I can stand back up…”

Acheius: “Any lessoned learned is worth the price…”

Saphron: Yeah…

Jaune: …

Jaune: Dad…?

Acheius: Jaune…?

Jaune: I’m going to be a, Huntsman… No matter what you say I’m going to become a Huntsman. So… Will uou train me to become a, Huntsman. To become the, Huntsman that you needed that day. Please!

Acheius: …

Jeanne: Please, Dad?

Acheius: …

Juniper: Achi…

Acheius: …?

Juniper: He will become that, Huntsman. No matter what comes his way, he will become that, Huntsman. You know he will.

Acheius: Haaa…

Acheius: I’m going to make it hell, for both of you.

Jeanne: Oh! I’m so excited!

Jaune: Ha. Bring it old man.

Acheius: Oh, you’re gonna get it now. Come on uou two. Its time to train you into some, Hunters!

Jeanne: Whoo! Lets fucking go!

Juniper: Language young lady!

Jeanne: Sorry!

Jaune: Thanks, Dad. I’ll make you proud.

Acheius: Ha… You always have, Jaune. You always have…

///

So… Yall still angry at, Jaune’s dad for laughing now?!

Hmm?!! Hmm?!!

HMMM?!!

Seriously, it surprised me how upset you lot were. Gave me some good story idea though so… meh. Whatever.

#rwby #jeanne arc #juniper arc #jaune arc

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just a silly idea I had and didn't know where else to put it.

Platonic yandere hotd request or ask its up to you. What if Reader was cursed like dany's baby but survived.

So when Aemma was pregnant she afraid because after so many miscarriages and stillborns she didn't want that to happen again, So she made a deal with a witch or used some type of dark magic to insure that she will successfully be able give birth however something goes wrong, she was pregnant with twins. Both were supposed to die but because of the magic one survived (the reader), although she look like a human but had dragon features such as a tail, wings, horns and a few small scales across her body.

Not silly at all! I quite enjoyed this one!

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The Cursed Dragon

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Aemma had been desperate. She had one child who died in the cradle, two stillbirths, and two miscarriages; Aemma was desperate to have a second child. To prove to herself, and admittedly others, that her womb wasn’t cursed and she could produce a healthy child. An heir would be preferred, but she just wanted one to live.

So after it was confirmed she was pregnant, Aemma was desperate not to lose this one. She sent all the maesters and septas away from her, deeming that they made her worse. Viserys had tried to protest, but the terrified and drained look from his wife gave him cause to listen to all her demands. A shadow witch from Asshai was summoned to Aemma in the dark of night, under the name of a Pentoshi witch, so that Aemma could ensure that her baby would make it. In the dead of night, the two were illuminated by fire from a black candle. The witch whispered to the queen that she was pregnant with twins, that unless she agreed to everything the witch said both would die. Aemma sobbed, saying she just wants a baby, the witch did not seem to respond to her tears asking again if she agreed.

With a nod, the shadow woman took Aemma’s hand not to console her but to run a blade across the palm. Aemma hissed as the woman dripped the blood from the blade onto the flame, the fire growing stronger and harder at the taste of her Targaryen blood. Taking her bloody palm, the witch rubbed the blood onto the swollen stomach and into that blood she designed strange symbols with her fingers. A sharp pain stabbed Aemma on her lower right side of her belly. Their shadows danced on the walls as the witch explained the rest of the ritual. Aemma was not to let any of the maesters or covenant members of the faith of the seven touch her or her baby, to drink only hot water, that when she gives birth it must be alone. Aemma nodded along rubbing her stomach, stopping when the witch said only one child will survive this. With that the strange shadow witch blew out the candle and disappeared into the night.

The next few months were relatively easy, few kicks from the baby and some movement from the left upper side of her belly. The time of her labor was long, unlike her other pregnancies she felt a burning fire in her stomach as well as rapid kicks from one child. The first to emerge was already dead, a curled up baby. The second stilled as soon as its brother exited the womb, once it was birthed Aemma passed out immediately from shock. No one knew she was in labor so no one was around to watch the baby. Once she had awoken Aemma was met with the sight of a whining baby girl, she looked like no baby she had seen before. Little hard nubs were on the top of her head, scales that were soft and lightly red scattered across her cheeks, hands, and shoulders, and two what looked like wings on her back. Most people would have screamed in terror, but Aemma sobbed in relief. She did it. This babe lived.

She called for Viserys and only Viserys to come to her chambers immediately, and the king was stunned at the sight of his wife cradling a small hybrid baby. Both were happy at the sight of the confused baby. Then they grieved over the body of their deceased boy. It seemed they were to only have girls.

That day it was declared that the queen had birthed a true Targaryen child. Blood of the dragon, and fire made flesh. Some nobles were frightened at the sight of the baby, but had been made to kneel at the sight of Daemon and his dragon. Rhaenyra cooed over her baby sister, and held her close when they had the ceremony to burn her baby brother. Her long silver hair was the source of much joy to the baby.

YN first of her name was considered to be the new heir by some, since she had proven to be a formidable dragon. Her wings began to grow wide as she grew with them. Rhaenyra was her closest confidant and was spoiled at each instance. When YN was 8 her wings grew large enough to carry her to flight, creating great fun with her uncle Daemon as they raced each other in the air.

On the hunt of her tenth nameday, YN was enjoying the festivities with her older sister Rhaenyra and her friend Alicent. The young girl was ignorant to the flirting Rhaenyra was having with Ser Harwin Strong. She was also ignorant to the whispers of several nobles who were growing restless as to who the real heir was. If you ask Otto, it was YN she was young but strong and could be molded to a ruler. If you YN, it was Rhaenyra she was the oldest. But no one ever dared ask outloud. One noble didn’t seem to understand that.

“My lady. I hope you are enjoying the festivities.” Some westerland lord asked, interrupting the girl as she was stalking a rabbit.

“My day is fine. Now be quiet!” YN whispered.

“Yes of course. I was just wondering something.” The girl hummed at his response. “Well.. since you might take on the throne one day, there is a rumor about your sister’s child.”

That caused the hybrid to freeze.

“Well, it is believed he is a bastard and my house would just like to know if you are willing to just let them run about with indecency and-”

The Westerland lord was cut off by the princess slapping him hard. Her sharp nails scratched the meat of his cheek and brought him to the ground. He looked up to the image of the princess seething with rage. Her red scales glowing like fire, steam rose from her mouth and nostrils, and her wings fluttered in anger. The sight caused him to scream and run as she stomped back to the camp. Right to her father and mother’s tent.

“YN, my beloved what is-”

“Rhaenyra was insulted. A lord deemed he was in charge of succession and I would pass her, then he went on to call my nephew a bastard. I want him punished.” YN crossed her scaled arms and demanded.

The two monarchs were stunned to silence. An insult to one was an insult to all, their stunned silence did not please the princess who turned to her uncle as he walked into the tent.

“Uncle Daemon, someone insulted Rhaenyra and I want them punished.” Her silver hair reflected her red angry scales. Her uncle could never refuse her.

“Show me his face, princess, and I’ll bring them to the king for justice.” He smiled. YN turned back to her parents, and with a tired nod from her father she and Daemon left the tent to find the traitor.

You do not deny the Dragon her justice. Aemma was desperate for a baby, and she got a dragon in response.

#hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house targaryen #tagaryen x reader #viserys targaryen #aemma targaryen #princess rhaenyra #daemon targeryan #dragon hybrid reader #dragon reader

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jtargaryen18 · 2 years

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Why Your Vote Matters (aka Where I've Been Lately)

Hi there. I'm back today. We got back Thursday but I needed to recover for a day before I tried to get back to something like my normal life. Needless to say, I missed you all. 💕

So, before I launch into this story, two things. First, my family and I are all okay. Second, yeah, I'm going to get a little political here and I try to keep such to a minimum. But I wouldn't do this without a compelling reason.

Trigger warnings for miscarriage, stillbirth, pregnancy, illness, and reproductive health care.

Not far into October, a friend of mine from college invited us out to visit her in California. Like me, she has two little girls. She and I haven't seen each other since we started families so it has been a little while. We got back in touch a few months ago on social media and often talked about how we needed to get together. My Chemical Romance, our favorite band, was playing out there and she got us tickets.

My husband stayed home but I took the girls, yes I made them do school each day lol, and we went out to stay with my friend and her family. Her girls are lovely, her husband is a really great guy.

I should probably mention that she was expecting her third child, a boy. Her due date was right after Thanksgiving. She was just starting her eighth month when we got there. She looked amazing and everything was going well. She suffered a miscarriage last year, she explained, and with this pregnancy, she was terrified of that happening again. She didn't even tell her friends she was expecting until it became obvious.

This pregnancy wasn't planned. But she wanted 3 or 4 children and when they found out everything was going well and it was a boy, they were thrilled. They had a room set up, all his things ready. Their girls, who are a little younger than mine, are small but they were excited. All four girls were like long-lost sisters from the start. It was fun to watch them.

The night of the concert came. My friend didn't want to take a risk in going. Understandable. I went with a friend of hers named Brie (also an MCR fan) and she watched my girls. It was a really good night.

The day before we originally planned to leave, I got my girls going on school (we homeschool). Her girls had gone to school and her husband went to work. She seemed worried. When I asked what was wrong, she said the baby was still and that concerned her. We talked about it and I finally convinced her to call her doctor's office to get her in that day. She was worried about overreacting. I told her that her peace of mind was important too.

The rest of that day was a nightmare. The ultrasound revealed that her son had died. What happened was incredibly rare. Even if they had been doing an ultrasound the exact moment when things went wrong, there was little chance they could have saved him. Her husband raced to the hospital. I went with my girls to get theirs from school and took them home. Her labor was induced and after 11 hours, she gave birth to her son. And he was a little smaller but perfect in every way. His heart just wasn't beating.

I stayed on to help with the girls. My friend's parents are gone and her mother-in-law lives in New Zealand so she couldn't get there right away. I was glad to help. I've experienced some things at the shelter but this was so much more personal. The loss was intense. Her girls aren't 5 yet. How to explain to them (and mine) what happened. It was hard to watch this couple go through loss and grief and have to face every aspect of that. There was a funeral. There was that happy room in bright yellow waiting for a child that wasn't coming.

The funeral was the Friday before Halloween. I took all our girls to a Halloween trail in their town that weekend. I helped where I could. I decided we'd stay on a few days until her MIL could get there.

But my friend had a fever almost as soon as she got home from the hospital. She didn't look well. Yes, she'd been through hell. But one morning, I was making breakfast for the kids and she came into the kitchen. There was a sick smell coming from her. And I had to tell her that. I asked her if I could check her temperature. It was high. She didn't want to go, but I loaded her and the kids into the car (her husband had gone in to work for just a couple of hours) and took her to the ER. There was something left in her womb. They put her under to clear out this debris (they said it wasn't placenta) which had caused sepsis. It was serious. She was back in the hospital and we almost lost her.

Her husband and I took shifts with one of us staying with her, and the other staying with our kids until we knew she'd make it. I thanked the nurse when we brought her home three days ago for all her help. She told me that she was just grateful my friend was in California.

Her MIL got there Wednesday and we came home. But that nurse's words stayed with me. If my friend lived somewhere else, would she be dead? Would she have been denied the care she needed to save her life after the devastating loss of her son? Would her son's loss be blamed on her? Would she have been arrested? What would happen to that family either way? Either that husband and two little girls lose a wife and mother or legal issues would haunt their lives on the heels of one of the worst things that can happen to a mother.

Tuesday the 8th is election day here in the U.S. And I'm just asking as a mother, for my friend, and our daughters, that you think carefully when you vote. While I understand the ideology of those who say they want to protect the unborn, I get that, there are so many other situations where access to medical care is vital to the life of the mother. Access to reproductive care is vital to families with kids already here, and to the economy.

What happened to my friend can happen to any of us. And this is a woman who wanted her son. She loved him with all her heart. I can't even bring myself to think about what might have happened to them if they lived in a place where reproductive health care is denied or where a bounty could have been placed on her head so someone could get $10k by saying she deliberately caused that loss.

Please vote to protect women and their rights to their own bodies. Please vote to save the lives of mothers, to save families.

Thank you so much for letting me share this with you.

#Vote on the 8th #Vote to Protect Women #Vote to protect families

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hyoloved · 2 months

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transSamo w/dubchaeng omg im listening!! 👀

cw//nsfw, mention of a miscarriage

so to give some more background on this au:

sana and momo met through a mutual friend when they were both in college, with momo being in culinary school and sana majoring in fashion design at her college. they hit it off instantly, sana loved how kind and funny momo was, always putting sana first and making her feel special.

they became official after a couple of dates together, and they got married a couple years after college. everyone who knew them could just see how in love they were with each other, they looked at one another with honey dripping from their eyes.

they also felt extremely safe with each other. since they're both transgender, they could understand each other's struggles with dysphoria and bring comfort during harder days.

sana especially had bad dysphoria. she could barely get out of bed some days without breaking down in tears. momo was always by her side during these tougher days, reassuring her that she's a beautiful woman and how he'll always love her, no matter what.

adding on to the more softer intimate moments, they had a pretty active sex life together. momo was amazing when it came to aftercare, despite him being the one penetrated, he wanted sana to feel comfortable after sex every single time. he would often crack jokes to try and make sana feel better during sex (ie telling her to pretend she has a strap on), which definitely helped her a bit.

although they did get kinky quite a lot, that will be saved for another post :)

they decided to have kids when they were both around 25, ready to settle down and start their family. they knew they wanted to try and have biological kids, but it obviously came with a cost. momo had to stop taking testosterone for 3 months before he could safely try for a baby. he was still fertile, but he wanted a higher chance of getting pregnant, so he knew he had to stop for a while.

since momo already had a bigger tummy than most guys, he was able to hide his pregnancy belly for a while. sana was so caring towards him during the whole process, constantly buying him gifts and making sure he was comfortable.

during momo's first pregnancy, he unfortunately had a miscarriage during the 2nd trimester. this broke sana and momo's hearts, as they had already prepared everything for the baby and they were over the moon to finally start a family and become parents.

momo dealt with bad depression for a while, feeling like the miscarriage was his fault and it was his own body's problem. both him and sana went to therapy together so they could properly grieve the loss of their baby, and this gave them the strength and motivation to try again for another child.

luckily, the second pregnancy was a success and momo eventually gave birth to a healthy baby girl, dahyun.

dahyun was an easy baby to say the least, she didn't cry much and she slept well during the night. when she was only around 9 months old, sana and momo were ready to try for another baby. they always told themselves they wanted at least 2 kids, and with how perfect dahyun was, they figured they should try early.

the third pregnancy went well until momo needed to have an emergency c-section at 30 weeks because the umbilical cord was tied around the baby's neck. the surgery went well, but since the baby was born premature, they had to stay in the NICU for a while.

momo was terrified out of his mind, and his anxious feelings about his body being the problem came back. he was worried that the baby was gonna pass away, and sana's heart hurt seeing him so hard on himself for something he can't control.

the baby did turn out okay, but then they had to deal with poor colicky chaeyoung.

chaeyoung was a total 180 from calm and easy dahyun. not that sana and momo minded, they loved their daughter regardless, they just didn't get as much sleep after she was born.

the girls are now 18 months old and 3 years old respectively, and they're doing great! chaeyoung is in the process of an ADHD diagnosis (probably inherited from sana, as sana has adhd and autism) and she got diagnosed with celiac disease at around 6 months. dahyun has a few allergies but nothing too serious, and sana is already suspecting that she might have autism, but she knows how hard it is for girls to get a diagnosis, she herself didn't get one until she was in her early 20's.

if you'd like to hear more about this au, please send over some asks in my inbox!! i absolutely love this au and i'd be happy to talk about it more :))

#t4t samo #samo #sana #momo #transgender #twice #transmasc momo #transfem sana

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hypnotisedfireflies · 5 months

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Tommy and the Fates

I had a couple of false starts for the Tommy/Maria tale in Cloud Nine & Other Stories. I was looking through my files today and realised the outtakes were a bit more substantial than I remembered, so I'm going to share them.

This takes place in 2024, before Luke is born.

Everyone had noticed the size of Maria’s belly in those weeks. Her gait had altered too, though she was supremely self-conscious of it and the other things she could not control.

Maria’s stomach swelled in the last few weeks of her pregnancy. She went from an almost-comfortable bump that fit beneath most clothes to something almost unmanageable. There was no position in which she could lie at night to guarantee a good sleep, and any position she could find to alleviate all her aches for just awhile came at the expense of Tommy’s comfort. He never raised a word of complaint, but he was getting tired of being kicked in the side or clinging to the edge of the mattress in order to stay in the bed.

“She’s handling it so well,” was a line that Tommy smiled patiently through at least five times a day from five different well-meaning, misinformed mouths.

The truth was, Maria wasn’t coping that well. As her due date grew closer her anxiety, which she had so far done well to conceal from Tommy, began to escape containment. Childbirth again came with complications that modern medicine had largely been able to protect women and babies from. The mortality rate for pregnant women was high.

In the season Tommy had first come to Jackson, two women had died. The first passed from complications from a difficult miscarriage – Tommy didn’t know the details – and the second a day after childbirth. Never mind that there had been other healthy births in Jackson since then. It was these occasions and others like it that Tommy remembered, and he knew Maria did, too.

An idea had been rattling around Tommy’s head for days. He knew he shouldn’t ask. He already knew what the outcome would be, but for Maria’s sake, he felt he had to at least try. Tommy made a deal with himself that he would only ask if the opportunity came up. He would not force it. He would just wait and see, and if the moment presented itself, then he would seize it. Some superstitious part of Tommy’s mind told him that was the only way he would get a positive outcome. It was like handing it over to fate or nature.

That opportunity came late one afternoon at the Bison. Stormin’ Norman had a new batch of moonshine he wanted to try out. Tommy and Joel had been helping set the stage up for the spring festival, and he persuaded Joel to come by the Bison for a drink before going home.

And maybe that was where Tommy fucked up, because although he was still waiting for that moment, he did kind of help it come along by convincing Joel to stop in for just one drink. He thought he could outsmart the fates.

They were not impressed by his guile and charm.

“I don’t know whether this is good,” Joel admitted, turning the glass to study the clear liquid, “or if I’ve just forgotten what the good stuff actually tastes like.”

“Don’t know if any hard liquor was ever actually good,” Tommy reasoned. “It was just what it could do for you that was.”

“Couple of guys in Boston used to brew their own,” Joel continued. “They weren’t so bad. Don’t think they were as strong as this. This one time, me and Tess went out to smuggle in one of them some yeast, maize, all the stuff they wanted. The whole gig was a bust. We were out there for days. Someone had gotten to it first, shot up the people we were supposed to meet, taken all the goods.”

“What’d you do?”

Joel shrugged and drank. “Not much we could do.”

“You fucked them up.”

“No,” Joel seemed almost offended. “We had no idea who done it. Tess thought maybe the brewer set it up, pitched some of us against one another. She might’ve been right. But we never got any proof of it and we didn’t work for him again. Then he got found out anyway,” Joel took another mouthful. “Couple of months later. So I guess it all worked out for the best.”

“Joel,” Tommy shifted on his stool. This was the moment, he could feel it. “I need to ask you somethin’ about Tess.”

“She’s doin’ fine, Tommy,” Joel answered on autopilot. “You don’t have to worry about her.”

“Actually, it’s Maria I’m worried about.”

Joel’s eyes slid to him.

“She’s – well, no one’d know it because she’s so goddamn together all the time, but she’s startin’ to sweat a bit, Joel. The birth and all. Everything’s lookin’ okay but, well, it ain’t like it used to be.”

The line between Joel’s eyes deepened. “But it ain’t like it was, Tommy. Women gave birth just fine all those years and we know all about infection and such like now. It’s not the dark ages. At least,” he added in a low mumble, “not in Jackson.”

“She’s nervous,” Tommy insisted. “She’s seen them go wrong over the years. Seen a lot go right, but those ain’t the ones you remember when it’s your baby.”

“What’s this got to do with Tess?”

“… Tess had a hard time, didn’t she?”

Joel’s shoulders broadened as he took a deep breath. “No.”

“If she just talked to Maria – you know, she survived a tough one, a tough birth – ”

“I said no.”

Tommy’s jaw set. “You won’t even ask?”

“Maria don’t even like us!”

“… that ain’t true.” Beat. “She’s tryin’.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“That shit fucked me up, Joel,” Tommy whispered, leaning closer. “And not just with you. Shit with the Fireflies, too. Things I done. Ask Lachie. He was there for some of it.”

“And that’s all my fault, too?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But she’s thinkin’ it.”

“Joel,” Tommy took a quick breath and spread his hands wide. He forced a chuckle, determined to bring the conversation back around to civil without descending into an easy feud. “These things take time. She don’t hate you, not really. But Maria, well, she’s had to listen to my nightmares - ”

“And they’re my fault.”

“Will you knock it off?”

“It’s the truth.”

Tommy shook his head faintly. “Don’t worry about it.”

They sat in disgruntled silence until Joel wheeled on him. “How the fuck do you even know that about Tess, anyway?”

As one, but in very different tones, they said: “Rachel.”

“You don’t remember?” Tommy asked. “Indianapolis. Tess was stabbed and we’d all just about given up on her. Rachel handed us our asses. Told us about Tess bleedin’ out after her baby, how she nearly died then and didn’t and wouldn’t now. You don’t remember?”

Joel shook his head, perplexed. “No.”

“But you did know anyway.”

Joel took another sip. “Yeah, I knew.”

“I just think,” Tommy quietly, gently broached, “Maybe – Maria don’t confide in many people, Joel. She’s got this thing about stayin’ strong for everyone else, so she keeps things to herself. But if anyone can understand how she might be feelin’, then it’s Tess, right?”

Joel finished his drink and stood up. He clapped his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “I’m real sorry Maria’s all worried about it, Tommy. I am. I can’t imagine. But Tess can’t help either of you. I ain’t askin’ her.”

It was probably always doomed to fail.

(I don't remember where this might have gone next, yipe).

#driftersverse #tlou #tlou fanfic #the last of us #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #tommy miller #joel & tommy #tommy x maria #maria miller #tess servopoulos #tess lives #joel loves tess

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“So women with access to emergency care are the ones that live,” she said. “Women that don’t, die.”

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/2024/01/21/gaza-childbirth/

JERUSALEM — Walaa didn’t expect the birth of her fourth child to spark abject fear. But by the time her contractions started, the whole family was frantic.

There were no ambulances to be seen in the streets of Gaza’s Rafah City, she said, now so crammed with displaced families that there was barely any food left available for the 27-year-old.

When her uncle Wissam, a doctor, reached the tent where she had lived for weeks in the cold, he said, he could see they had run out of time. “I’m having the baby now,” she kept telling him. It was dark, and she was scared.

His cellphone flashlight was all they had to see by.

The humanitarian catastrophe caused by Israel’s three-month military campaign against Hamas in Gaza counts some 52,000 pregnant women among its greatest victims. As airstrikes push 1.9 million people into an ever-smaller corner of the besieged enclave, disease is spreading, famine is looming and levels of anemia are so high that the risk of postpartum hemorrhage has soared and breastfeeding is often impossible. Forty percent of pregnancies are high-risk, CARE international estimates.

Prenatal care is almost nonexistent — what remains of Gaza’s hospital network is on its knees, at 250 percent capacity and consumed with treating mass casualties from Israeli bombing. Far more women are giving birth outside of medical facilities — in displacement camps, even in the street — than inside them.

Damage to facilities and communications blackouts — the strip lost cellphone service for a week this month — have left Gaza’s health ministry unable to compilereliable data for infant or maternal mortality during the conflict. But doctors and aid groups say miscarriage and stillbirths have spiked.

“What we know about pregnancy-related complications is that it’s hard to prevent them in any setting, but the way that we save a woman and newborn’s life is we treat the complication quickly,” said Rondi Anderson, a midwifery specialist for the Project HOPE aid group.

“So women with access to emergency care are the ones that live,” she said. “Women that don’t, die.”

The only place that Wissam could find to deliver his terrified niece’s baby was a spot of cold earth between the tents. Aid workers hung bedsheets to give the woman a modicum of privacy. No one had been able to contact Walaa’s husband, and her mother was so scared that at times she had to look away. They cut the boy’s umbilical cord with an unsterilized scalpel and they filled tin cans with hot water to keep him warm. He weighed 7 pounds and Walaa named him Ramzy.

The family spoke on the condition that only their first names be used because they feared for their safety in the event that Israeli troops entered the town.

Baby Ramzy is 5 days old. (Loay Ayyoub for The Washington Post)

They fled their home in northern Gaza so abruptly that no one thought to grab clothes for the baby. This week, Ramzy was swaddled in a onesie outgrown by another child in the camp. He wailed as Walaa, still in pain from tearing during the birth, gingerly pulled herself upright.

The 16-year blockade imposed by Israel and Egypt after Hamas won control of Gaza had already made pregnancy and childbirth more difficult for expecting mothers. Before the current conflict, hospitals often lacked adequate equipment and training for neonatal staff, according to Medical Aid for Palestinians, and more than half of pregnant women were anemic.

Hamas fighters streamed out of the enclave on Oct. 7 to kill around 1,200 people in Israel and take another 240 hostage. Israel responded with a bombing campaign and ground war to eradicate Hamas, killing almost 25,000 Palestinians, most of them civilians, to date.

The South African legal team that accused Israel before the International Court of Justice this month of committing genocide during the conflict argued that the obstruction of lifesaving treatment since Oct. 7 amounts to preventing births.

A lawyer for Israel called allegations that it is obstructing the delivery of food, water, fuel and other supplies critical for Gaza “tendentious and partial,” and said it was working “around-the-clock” to help scale up the volume of aid making it into the enclave.

Hanaa al-Shawa, 23, gave birth to her first child, Ayla, during the coronavirus pandemic, and the little girl, she said, brought her family a “glimmer of hope.” Shawa and her husband Mustafa, 25, were ecstatic when they learned in July that another child was on the way. The war began in October, and the future they dreamed of fell apart. “I had felt overwhelming joy,” Shawa recalled. “I did not realize that this joy would turn into great suffering.”

Nearly 20,000 babies were born in Gaza during the first 105 days of the war, UNICEF reported Friday. Delays in the delivery of lifesaving supplies, the U.N. children’s agency said, have left some hospitals performing Caesarean sections without anesthetic. Spokeswoman Tess Ingram said she met a nurse at Gaza’s Emirati maternity hospital who had helped with postmortem caesarians on six dead women.

“Seeing newborn babies suffer while some mothers bleed to death should keep us all awake at night,” Ingram told reporters Friday. “In the time it has taken to present this to you, another baby was likely born, but into what?”

“Becoming a mother should be a time of celebration,” she said. “But in Gaza it’s another child delivered into hell.”

For the five pregnant women interviewed by Washington Post reporters, fear that mother or baby might not survive suffused their waking thoughts — and made appearances in nightmares, too.

Shawa and Mustafa left their home in Gaza City’s Yarmouk Street in the second week of October. The Israel Defense Forces had ordered 1.1 million people in northern Gaza to move south for what it described as their own safety.

“I was afraid that I would miscarry because of the power of the rockets,” she said.

Displaced Palestinian families from the northern and central Gaza Strip evacuate toward southern Gaza on Oct. 13. (Loay Ayyoub for The Washington Post)

Many pregnant women made the 20-mile journey from north to south on foot, their legs swollen and joints heavy as they carried their luggage, three women who made the journey told The Post.

When Ayla was born, her family had a room full of toys ready for her. The room in which Shawa’s second child, a girl, will spend her first weeks, in a friend’s home in the Tel al-Sultan area, is tainted with asbestos, she said.

“We carried Ayla here in just the clothes she was wearing, and we don’t even have anything warm for her,” Shawa said. “If I’m unable to provide for her, what will I do for my next child?”

Rising food scarcity and malnutrition can cause potentially life-threatening complications during childbirth and lead to low birth weight, wasting, failure to thrive and developmental delays.

Shawa said she had only eaten tinned food, with no access to fruit or vegetables, since she left her home three months ago. Doctors have said her iron levels are low and her blood pressure is high. Mustafa searches daily but has found no suitable medication to control it.

Saja Al-Shaer, 19, started to feel like she was too young to become a mother. Her weight had dropped below 110 pounds, she was anemic, and her husband had not managed to get her medication, either. “He spent three days knocking on the doors of pharmacies,” she said. “I do not know if I will see this child or not.”

In late December, doctors at the al-Aqsa Hospital, 11 miles to the north, received a pregnant woman whose high blood pressure caused eclampsia and bleeding to her brain, according to Deborah Harrington, a British obstetrician who volunteered at the hospital with a Medical Aid for Palestinians team.

The baby was delivered by a C-section, Harrington said. The mother was still on life support when the physician left two weeks later.

“These women are presenting it in much more extreme condition,” Harrington said. “They’re just not getting hypertensive treatment. They’re not being screened for diabetes. If they’re diabetic, they’re not getting treatment for their diabetes.

“They know that actually accessing care, as it often is for women in conflict, is really difficult and fraught with danger. At night, there is often no light, so moving around is really difficult. You can’t call an ambulance because there’s no signal. The women I saw were really frightened.”

Walaa with her uncle Wissam, who helped deliver her newborn son. (Loay Ayyoub for The Washington Post)

From the corner of the damp room where Walaa was tending to Ramzy on Friday, she worried about where they would find clean water or baby formula. Her family had looked everywhere for diapers, but come up empty. In Tel al-Sultan, Shawa was fixating on rumors that Israel’s army would direct them to evacuate again. The walking, the carrying, the sense that nothing around her was hygienic — it all frightened her.

But she had made one decision that no shortage or military orders could change. She would name her daughter after her sister-in-law, killed in an Israeli airstrike weeks earlier while trying to find shelter for her own children.

The girl, she said, would be called Heba. In Arabic, it means blessing from God.

Mahfouz reported from Cairo and Harb reported from London. Loay Ayyoub in Rafah contributed to this report.

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