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alias-b · 4 years

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The Shape.

Summary: It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare. Being blind, Marnie McClane considers herself scared of very little. Few things worse than the polite pity she gets from the neighborhood. A misunderstanding leads to a conversation she’ll never forget while she recalls an old friend.

A/N: I’m not back, I might return Monday but idk I guess when I’m down, I write things for slashers that interest very few in my circle. Posting anyways :( I made this in 2 hrs lol

Hope this is enjoyed either way, just trying to get my drive back. Thanks all!! ((TW: Shockingly none!!! Light threats of danger maybe?? No smut sorry)) Let me know what you think and I promise to reply when I return to tumblr for good. xoxo

Halloween, 1963

“Trick-or-treat!”

Always followed with shy giggles and little, outstretched hands.

“Take as many as you like.” A bowl was pushed forward with a colorful selection. Marnie McClane tilted her head to hear the rustling. Parents chided so ‘thank yous’ followed.

“You’re all very welcome.”

“Richie, don’t take that many!” A voice sparked.

“Ah, mom, she said to take a bunch. She can’t see me!”

“Richie!”

“It’s alright, we bought too much this year.” Marnie listened to footsteps across cobblestone.

“Richie, don’t run too far, young man!”

“I won’t!”

“Sorry about him. Just at that age. You know?” Mrs. Castle approached the porch Marnie had seated herself on.

“Kids.” A light shrug followed.

“Who did your decorating?”

“Dad and I before they left for my Aunt’s.” Eerie blue eyes shifted a few directions. No focused on any impossible blur in the black.

“And...you’re alright here by yourself?”

Marnie tried not to sour. The nosy neighbors meant well.

“Yes. Get around fine same as always.” She plucked up a cane next to her and tapped the ground.

“Oh, well, that’s good. Pretty costume.”

“Mom said Red Riding Hood was in this year so I let her dress me. Honestly, I think she just wanted me to stand out in the bright red cape if I decided to wander.” Marnie paused to greet another small round of kids. Smiling to offer the packed bowl.

“My, ah, nephew is visiting. He’s smart. So handsome. Studying to be a lawyer. You’ll like him. I’ll send him by. Just some good company.”

Marnie twitched a smile. Story of her life. Everyone trying to set her up with nice, young men. Pity dates for the blind girl.

“Great.” She replied flatter. “So nice.”

“You two will hit it off, I just know it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an impatient boy gesturing- I’m coming, Richie! ...Enjoy your Halloween dear.”

“You too, Mrs. Castle.” Marnie heard the wind rustling.

Chatter and footsteps. Distantly, birds flapped overhead. It was easier to greet trick-or-treaters from the porch steps. Cold didn’t bug her during long autumn days. Always nice to feel wind on her face.

Not like she could watch much on television.

The night lingered and candy ran low.

Marnie picked up her thin cane and tapped around. Heard some animal rustle violently in the bushes. Probably a raccoon, they loved to eat the pumpkins. She moved back up the steps so she could put the bowl inside and shut the porch light off after feeling for the switch. When her parents weren’t home, she kept the house pitch black.

She didn’t need the lights.

Shifting back to the porch stairs, Marnie crouched down and reached about for the pumpkin sitting there. Lifting it poised to blow out the candle. The flicker of warmth touched her expression

A ragged breath cut into the space. Near the open gate. Made her perk. Dark hair fell over her shoulders and she exhaled. Leaving the candle on to bathe her face.

“Hello?” Feet shifted over concrete, making a slow scrape. She pressed her lips together. “I suppose you’re here to tell me it’s against the rules to snuff the lights in a pumpkin before Halloween ends.”

No reply.

“Well, I suppose I can leave them on just this once. Can’t upset the Halloween spirits.”

Nothingness.

“Are you Mrs. Castle’s lawyer nephew? Forgive me, she didn’t tell me your name.” Marnie sat there on the porch. Heard the steps get closer. “Silent type.”

The Shape stood over her in darkness. Figured the nephew was the man he’d left in the bushes a few moments ago. The street around them hushed as more houses turned off their porch lights. Marnie stood with the pumpkin under one arm. Face glowing.

“Name’s Margaret. McClane. Marnie for short. How do you do?” She extended one hand out into the wind. Felt the cool breeze kiss it. A broad palm lifted, decided against it, and dropped.

All she heard was the tapered breathing. Even like a heartbeat.

“Shy sort.” She tucked hair away and sat down to put the carved face aside. “Well, you walked all this way. I didn’t hear a car. You can sit if you like.” Bright eyes stared ahead into nothingness. The Shape moved finally. Sat upon the creaking porch steps. “Studying to be a lawyer. I thought you’d talk my ear off. It’s okay, I can talk enough for both of us. Like a guessing game, I like those. Probably my condition. Most of my life is a guessing game.”

She tilted her head to laugh softer. A too sweet sound.

“It’s alright to laugh with me.” She clutched her cane in one hand and placed the other on her knee. “Good sense of humor makes the day a little easier.”

He might of grunted but she couldn’t quite tell.

“You’re already thinking I talk too much. I get it a lot.” Marnie swallowed. Sounded a little harder. “We can get one thing straight. I’m blind. I’m not shy. Not helpless. If I need help, I have a perfectly good voice and I use it. I know it annoys people, but they’re too polite. So, if you’re the polite, pitying type, I think it’s best you continue on elsewhere.”

He didn’t move. She inhaled the air. Metal. Grass. Dirt. Earthy-like.

“Very well.” Marnie’s lips lifted again. They sat there together. A dark fall night with a glow from the moon and stars twinkling.

Marnie could imagine them. Although she figured the stars were multi-colored like Christmas lights and the moon was a blob of a shape. Moving as a lava lamp would.

“I lost it when I was young. My eyesight. I have these memories like maybe I saw what a cat looked like or my mother’s face. But, it’s probably all wrong now.” She leaned back like she was admiring the moon. Basking in its light. Thoughtfully, she recalled something else. “You remind me of a friend I had. He was quiet too. We fit together. He spoke very little and I too much. He didn’t seem to mind. Like you.”

A head turned finally to study her behind a rubber mask.

“You know, that old stereotype, that all blind people wanna do is touch faces...it’s all wrong. Everyone thinks I want to, I hate it when they force my hand up without asking.”

He puffed.

“Exactly, it’s so rude. I don’t often touch faces. I don’t like to.” She placed her cane’s handle under her chin to hum. “But, this boy I knew...I asked to touch his face. Everyone used to call him angelic-like. Said he had the face of an angel. I wanted to know what an angel’s face felt like.”

Marnie laughed again like it was silly.

“Though, I suppose I had nothing to compare it to.” She paused and he felt for a moment that she was looking through him. Burning into the chill of stone and black. Slowly, Marnie scooted closer. Not enough to touch him, but enough to feel body heat vibrate. Her chest shuddered.

He didn’t move. Hard and rigid like marble.

“Can I touch your face?” She lifted one hand. “I just want to know if you’re smiling or frowning. Trying to figure out if I should shut my damn mouth.” Extending as steady as she could. A slash cut through the air.

Marnie gasped out.

Fingers curled firm around her wrist. Another shaky breath. One they shared.

“Sorry, if I offended you.” Softening, she stayed there. Heard his lungs vibrate.

A rustle followed. Knuckles twitched as he closed the distance. Let her draw lines up his jaw that was smooth and angled carefully. Face sculpture just so. Maybe by angels.

When he couldn’t handle more. He pushed up from Marnie. Pulled his mask down. Felt the warmth of her touch trapped under it.

“Leaving?” She jumped up, dropping her cane aside. A hand went out and missed it. The footsteps stopped at her gate. Returned before her cane was pushed aimlessly at her palms. She paused. “Thank you.”

A glint of a blade met the moonlight. He pointed it at her heart while she stood oblivious. One plunge, it would have eased into her like butter. A stray, dark lock shifted over her eye.

“Maybe you’ll tell me your name next time we meet. I hope.” Marnie hushed. Unaware. Unafraid. One finger awkwardly shifted the hair from her face, tracing the line of her cheekbone in the process. She leaned into it and remembered something else. “Michael.”

He froze. Blade still poised. Tremoring, he pulled back from her face.

“That was my friend’s name.” She sounded out the syllables mournfully. “He changed. Went away. That’s what they told me. I always wished he grew comfortable enough to speak his thoughts. That’s why I’m not shy. No use hiding behind masks. Except on Halloween, I suppose. I’ve never touched an angel before, but maybe you’re close. It can be another guessing game.”

Marnie smiled kindly down the blade, chest sinking.

“If not, that’s fine too.” She said, catching his hand when it came down. Both their palms were chilled. He thought to slash forward. To crush her. Whatever was left of the boy with a face of an angel turned him back to marble. Delicately, Marnie placed one careful kiss upon his knuckles. Burned it there for the rest of his life.

There was a pause while he slipped away.

Before she heard the steps retreating.

“Will I see you again?” She chuckled at herself. Touching her lips. “Sorry, the phrase always makes me laugh.” Marnie went up her porch, cane clicking as she felt for the doorknob. Michael Myers stopped at the gate. Saw her shifting in shadows to open the door. “Will you come back?

Lips opened to sound out a single word against the cool, night air. Neither of them heard what is was. Just the breath that cast with it. Marnie’s lips pressed simply.

She bid The Shape a lovely goodnight and went inside. Left him there. Taking what lingered of the past with her. Leaving him the burn of a kiss he would never forget.

#Michael Myers #Michael Myers x OC #Halloween #Halloween 1978 #Michael Myers Imagine #Tony Moran is a babe #that's the moral here #mine #writing #Marnie McClane #Michael x marnie

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bisexualsforprompto · 4 years

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Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling Song Fic

Why hello there! First I’d just like to say, this song is from Next To Normal (the song is in fact the title: Make Up Your Mind/Catch Me I’m Falling). I recommend listening to it while you read, but I did cut out the dialogue in the song.

Second, this fic is one of the most dark things I’ve ever written. Major character death, hallucinations, and violence. Please, please, please do not read if you think you may be triggered.

Alright, buckle up, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride full of angst, just a warning this is a lot different from what I usually write. (Ps thank you @caffeinetheory for helping me out!)

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Ladybug dodged a blast from Hawkmoth’s newest akuma gracefully as she leapt towards the man in purple himself. Hawkmoth had surfaced when he found out from Mayura, who’d been watching from the shadows, that Ladybug was fighting with a limp. With his enemy weakened he’d have a much better chance at defeating her especially since Chat Noir had already been paralyzed and was passed out from the akuma. The dragon hero who was fighting alongside the duo had pulled him away before Hawkmoth’s akuma could retrieve his miraculous but it was no matter because that left Ladybug all alone to fight.

Marinette winced when the akuma blasted her bad leg in a beam of bright blue light. She keeled over before throwing her yo-yo. The akuma, which was a large brilliant blue monster put his weapon down and pulled her while she flew from the aid of her yo-yo. Marinette lost her grip and her yo-yo ran away from her grasp.

“No!”

Hawkmoth grinned as his akuma brought Ladybug down to the ground with a hard blow from his hands. Ladybug groaned as she tried to move but remained motionless. Hawkmoth put a hand up to his akuma to signal him to stop as he emerged from his hiding place and knelt down next to a writhing Ladybug.

“Finally I’ve won.” He said almost crying from the joy he felt of having Emilie halfway back to him. “You did well young Ladybug, but now I must dispose of you.” He whispered. Ladybug let out a muffled cry. Hawkmoth stood up and beamed as he shoved his cane into Ladybug’s heart.

‘Please, please, please.’ Jason pleaded silently as he broke every speed limit in Paris driving on his motorcycle to find the akuma and the love of his life. Marinette had suffered a sprained ankle after tripping down the stairs. Jason gripped the wheel harder, he told her not to face any akumas. She didn’t listen, of course she didn’t listen. She was the most stubborn person he ever met, even more so than him, who couldn’t fall in love with that?

Jason jumped off his bike as he ran over to where the akuma was spotted. He saw a blob of red and black near in the distance, but it was on the ground. He ran faster.

“No!!!” He screamed as he arrived at the scene, just in time to see Hawkmoth shove his weapon into the only person Jason ever loved.

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“Walk with me,”

Talia beckoned as she waved a hand in front of a dazed Jason.

“Walk with me,”

She repeated as he snapped out of the trance he was in, likely reliving memories. Talia sighed, gripping Jason’s wrist and leading him down a narrow corridor. The staircase was too dark to see down and Jason gave her a hesitant look.

“Go all the way the down

Down a long flight of stairs

Go step by step into the darkness down there.”

Jason took a deep breath and reached for Marinette’s hand as he walked down. She took it silently, ghostly silent as always, though it always felt like she was whispering in his ear. She stood next to him walking in eerie silence until they got to the end of the staircase, Talia close behind.

“Walk with me, down a hall”

Marinette said taking the lead as she skipped in front of Jason with a smile.

“A hall that you know

At the end of there's a door”

She presented a wooden door. Jason smirked as he ruffled her hair. Marinette snuggled up against his arm before continuing,

“It's a door that you've never laid eyes on before.”

There was a faint green glow behind it. Marinette’s eyes seemed to glow for a faint second too.

“Open the door.”

Marinette called as she disappeared and Talia stood in her place.

“Open the door.”

The Al Guhl commanded sharply. Talia pushed Jason onto the door and placed his hand on the handle. Jason hesitantly opened it a crack before shutting it. Talia sighed, “Ever since she died you are not thinking properly. When we used the Pits on the Joker it temporarily cured his insanity. I believe the pits can cure mental illness. Since her death is why you are hallucinating Marinette I believe the Pits will purify your memory of her, thus getting rid of the visions that haunt you, at least for a short while. You must go inside.”

Jason took a deep breath. The words “she died” and “her death” rung in his head.

“So what you’re saying is that I’m you’re experiment.”

Jason took his hand off the door and pushed Talia away. Talia growled before grabbing him by the arm and opening the door for him, simultaneously shoving him in.

“Listen to me boy. I am doing you a favor, do you want to be cured of her memory or not?! Make up your mind!”

Suddenly Jason was in a different place, at a different time.

“Make up your mind to explore yourself,”

Dick had said the week after...it happened. He had placed a sympathetic hand on Jason’s shoulder. Jason shook it off, he didn’t deserve sympathy.

“Make up your mind you have stories to tell.”

He failed. None of Dick’s words could fix that.

“We'll search in your past,”

He should’ve got there quicker.

“For what sorrows may last,”

Maybe then she’d still be alive.

“Then make up your mind to be well.”

He put his fist through the wall. He’d been violent ever since he was brought back by the pit but his display shocked Dick. Jason left the manor the next day. It wasn’t home when she wasn’t there. So he’d make sure she was. And suddenly she was beside him again. Maybe no one else could see her. Maybe no one else could hear her, but Jason could. Marinette wasn’t lost. She was still alive. She was still alive...and Jason would kill anyone that said otherwise. He had already killed Hawkmoth, put a bullet in his skull.

Truthfully killing Gabriel Agreste was all a blur, but the aftermath wasn’t. His family, with the exception of Dick, couldn’t look him in the eyes. Dick had tried to help. Didn’t do much good, all it made Jason do was leave.

And go to Talia of all people.

“Make up your mind to live stronger now.”

Talia said as she pushed him near the bubbling green waters.

“Make up your mind let the truth be revealed,”

Jason’s expression turned twisted. What was Talia trying to do?

“Admit what you've lost and live with the cost,”

No. No. Jason didn’t lose anything. Marinette was still there, always by his side. Talia was wrong. He didn’t lose anyone. There was no cost.

“At times it does hurt to be healed.”

She said before pushing him, trying to force him into the pit.

It all happened in slow motion. Jason felt himself falling, but soon Marinette was by his side smiling with tears in her eyes.

“Catch me I'm falling.”

Blood. Pain. Tears. Death. Hatred.

“Catch me I'm falling,”

No… There he was again watching Hawkmoth take the life out of her. Marinette gave him a ghostly smile as the cane was shoved into her, a moment Jason had relived time and time again.

“Faster than anyone should.”

She was taken from the world too quickly.

“Catch me I'm falling

Please hear me calling.”

Tears burned Jason’s eyes as he watched the life leave her again. No! He could still save her!

“Catch me I'm falling for good.”

And the light left her eyes.

“Marinette!” Jason choked as he found himself back in reality again. He had fallen to the ground, right next to the Lazarus Pit, Talia had been so close to throwing him in. Marinette placed a hand on his back lovingly.

“I’m here Jay.”

“She's not there!”

Talia screamed as she struck Jason across the face. Jason turned his cheek, Marinette was beside him smiling like the day he met her.

“She's not there.”

Talia said once more. Jason ignored her and pushed her away cupping Marinette’s cheek as she slowly faded away.

“She's not there!!!”

Talia begged as she ripped him from Marinette. Jason pulled his arm back and looked backwards to where the bluenette had been.

She wasn’t there.

Tears rolled down Jason’s cheeks. He couldn’t tell reality from fantasy anymore. What was real? What was his imagination?

“Make up your mind you want clarity!”

Talia said. She pulled Jason to face her and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Take what you know and then make it make sense.”

Jason winced as Talia slapped him across the face. Her expression softened and she rubbed his scar the way a loving mother would do. Jason felt his blood boil.

“Just admit what you fear,”

Her death...

“And soon it comes clear,”

Talia moves towards him and embraced him before throwing him over her shoulder and kicking him to the Lazarus Pit once more.

“The visions are just your defense!”

She shoved him off the small ledge and into the green reviving waters. His hands grasped onto the rock next to the pit, legs dangling and threatening to enter the scalding water should his hands slip.

“Catch me I'm falling,”

Jason grunted as he pulled himself up, clinging to the dirt that his nails were dug into.

“Catch me I'm falling,”

Jason panted when he finally got out of the danger zone. He laid down on the ground next to the pit knowing if he got any closer he’d fall in. Marinette gave him a concerned look before coming around next to him.

“Losing myself in the air.”

She whispered as she winked before falling backwards into the pit.

“Catch me I'm falling,”

Marinette giggled as she fell closer towards the green waters of the Lazarus Pit.

“Don't leave me crawling,”

It all happened in slow motion. Jason reached his hand out.

“Catch me and show me you care.”

He did care. He extended his hand farther.

“Catch me I'm falling.”

Marinette’s brow furrowed with worry as she dropped closer

“Falling”

No, not again! Jason bent over the cliff trying to catch her. Marinette smiled and closed her eyes.

“I'm falling.”

Talia rapped him on the shoulder, Marinette disappeared. Talia sighed, “You saw her again?” Jason gulped and nodded. Talia tutted and shook her head. She took Jason’s face and placed it between her hands.

“Make up your mind to be free at last.”

Jason glanced away. He was free when he was with Marinette.

“Make up your mind to be truly alive.”

It wasn’t worth living without her...

“Embrace what's inside the place that has died,”

She has nestled into his heart before he had even known. A part of his heart died along with her.

“And make up your mind to survive”

Survival wasn’t worth it without her. The only way he could ever live again was if she came back…Jason’s eyes widened.

Catch me I'm falling

He pushed Talia away with the most strength he’d ever used. He didn’t feel bad when he saw her knocked out on the ground. She didn’t know what she was talking about. Marinette had fallen but he could help.

Catch me I'm falling

Jason burst out of the door and dashed up the stairs of the Al Guhl’s palace of a home. He stormed past the angry guards, thinking of her.

Flying head first into fate

He never believed in destiny but if he had he would’ve said Marinette was his destiny.

Catch me I'm falling

He could catch her, he could.

Please hear me calling

Before Jason knew it he was there.

Catch me before it's too late

Please don’t let it be too late…

Catch me before it's too late

Jason carried Marinette in his arms as he made his way back to the Lazarus Pit, he’d make it before the damage couldn’t be undone. He had to.

Catch me before it's too late

He rammed through the door that Talia had brought him to not too long ago. He had been gone for almost an hour and the members of the League and Talia were still out cold, he didn’t know he had that much strength.

Catch me I'm falling

But he always knew Marinette gave him strength.

Catch me I'm falling

He walked into the green waters, gritting his teeth at the sizzling burn. He slowly placed Marinette in the pit. He waited patiently for a few minutes, each second that passed made him more unsure and mad. Suddenly he heard a gasp. Eyes that were once bluebells stared up at him in a twisted blue-green. She gave him an eerie smile. She gripped his wrists her nails digging into his arm. Jason paled as it drew blood. They stood in the pit. Jason hadn’t thought it through, all he could think was that he wanted her back, but the Marinette in front of him was not the sweet, caring girl he had once known.

Glowing eyes that were turning increasingly more green stared up at him as Jason felt more blood trickle down. Marinette blushed the scar on his cheek and abruptly slit it open again with her nails. Jason’s lips trembled as he felt blood seep down and invade his mouth. Marinette looked at it hungrily and soon her mouth was on his. As he kissed her he realized nothing felt right.

Had he made the right choice?

Catch me I'm falling.

She flashed him a twisted grin.

“You caught me.”

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Gahhh I need to write something nice and fluffy after that.

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ripley-bolt · 6 years

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A Women's Woe For H2O

Mitchell Johnson had it all. His dappled cheeks were home to a warm smile, a prominent nose, and eyes that revealed a good night's sleep. Yes, Mitchell Johnson had it all.

The dilapidated shell of a man now lie strung out upon a metal slab, a foreboding green light illuminating his face. Springing to life as best he could - he soon realized his hands were immobile, tied to restraint cuffs on the side of a surgical table - the man surveyed his surroundings. His struggling only caused the table to roll on its rusted wheels, which made a horrendous squeaking noise as he did so.

His head swam as if he had been hit with a blunt object, though this likely was wasn't the case. He had felt no bump upon the source, and judging by his surroundings, he calculated that the one behind his capture would be less brutal in their methods to obtaining him.

He had an idea of why his captor had brought him to this room, though he had little concept of the intention the room held. (He assumed it wasn't good, as he now noticed his eyes were affixed to calipers). Unable to shut them, Mitchell's vision blurred as a result, yet he could vaguely make out the green blob resembling a human, sauntering forwards him.

"You do know why you're here, don't you, Mitchell?" The voice was frail, and suggested a senile man, roughly late seventies, and a smoker too, as a raspiness clung to the back of his throat upon inflection. Before Mitchell could answer, the voice continued, "that's right," the silhouette revealed itself to be a man in bifocals, a medicinal headband with a metal ring in the center of it contracting the blood in his head. "You're here because of your devotion to The Parlour."

The Parlour was the title given to an organization, a cult, a sect, a religious group obsessed contorting their body to reach enlightenment. The cult held its meetings in a tattoo parlor, hence the group's name, and the many rituals involved painful body modifications. Body modifications, mind you, that were illegal in Recyclopia.

"A big shot Hollywood star, seems you've fallen a few rungs down the corporate latter, eh?" The snapping of rubber gloves could be heard as Mitchell felt his body tense. He could already feel the suffering that awaited him. His body was plagued with modifications, ranging from a nipple piercing to a piercing that ran straight through his genitalia. All would be removed with extreme force, either by this demented surgeon's hands or mechanical arms.

Being a celebrity, Mitchell had thought his fame might excuse him from undergoing The Three R's procedure. Mitchell realized, as the figured wheeled his table towards a barber chair, that he was wrong.

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"Well, I'm afraid that your husband is dead," Ripley brushed the sentence aside as if it had meant nothing, and, to him, it did. "But, fret not my dear, as this is Recyclopia! There are plenty of fish in this putrid sea just begging for your hand in marriage. I jest of course, no one wants a grieving widow."

The woman Ripley referred to was Wendy Suadade, wife of Mitchell Johnson, who had been unaware of his involvement with The Parlour, until Ripley had told her. She refused to believe someone she loved and thought she'd known everything about still harbored secrets towards her, but it did explain his conscious decisions to remain clothed for sex scenes and bathing. Only now did Wendy notice the ground beneath her feet moving.

"I'll have Teeters drop you off at Waterworx. You haven't outlived your wifely duties yet, miss Suadade."

The airship hovered precariously close to the ground, which was comprised of catwalks and grated flooring so the stagnant water could be seen underneath. The world's only supply of water, Waterworx was essential to keeping citizens of Recyclopia healthy. At a price.

Ripley escorted Wendy from his magenta zeppelin, and pointed with his cane towards a rusty ladder winding around a steel water tower. "Make haste, miss Suadade, for your husband awaits you atop that tower."

As Wendy began to ascend the ladder, the increasing altitude coupled with the fact that Recyclopia was already suspended hundreds of feet in the air, caused the wind to nip at her nose. Ironically, she couldn't wait to escape the cold by entering the tower. As a hatch opened on the side of the tower, Wendy was cloaked in total darkness, yet her other senses were heightened to the point that she could practically see what lie ahead of her.

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"Where is Wendy?" Mitchell barked, his wrists forcefully fastened into metal cuffs on the barber chair's armrests. His eyes rapidly fluttered as the calipers loosened their grip. "I'll give you whatever you want. Money, is that it? I've got warehouses full of it, I'm a star, I can help you!"!

The bespectacled man clicked his tongue in denial. "Money has no worth here. Precious metal does. But... don't try to bribe your way out of this with your talk of coin, lest you forget it was melted down years ago to make the foundation of buildings. As a matter of fact, I think some of your money went in to this chair. You paid for your own fate, Johnson. If only the cameras were rolling to catch your big break."

Mitchell had seen many barber chairs such as the one he sat in presently, through photographs Parlour Members had shown him, and in newspaper clippings. The horror stories he had heard paled in comparison to the complex nature of the majestic torture device; a throne designed to mutilate.

Desperately trying to quell his panic, he sat his head upon the chair's back, its green cushioning now stained brown with dried blood. (War veterans with metal plates in their heads, most likely.)

The "doctor" (if you could call him that; in reality this man had no qualifications) began to pat the back of the chair as if it were an old friend, and if this were in fact true, one could assume the only friend the man ever had in his life. "Now, just relax, Mitchell. We shall start with your ears."

A frayed cable, hastily tied with electrical tape, ran through the back of the chair to a control panel in the wall. "They say when you die, your hearing is the last thing to go. Life would be a bit monotonous without variety, wouldn't you agree? You always complained about being typecast as the hero. Now you can play the victim." The mans finger compressed the center of a red button, and the whirring of metal appendages began to come to life.

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The door had shut upon her and she was enveloped in the shadows. Her eyes couldn't adjust to the light. It was far too dark to even discern the curvature of the tower's hull, the only indication of her proximity being the splashing of water below her. She slid her hands along the flat surface of the tower, trying to feel her way around.

"Hello," she called, her voice reverberating off the building's rounded interior, revealing the long fall that awaited her as it trailed off and cascaded into the void. What sounded like a faucet periodically dripping an almost rhythmic waterfall caused Wendy's curiosity to get the best of her.

She cautiously probed her way through the blackness, but the sound she had heard no longer resembled the gentle droplets of a faucet. What she had heard was crying. A girl, fairly young, Wendy presumed, as with every sob and sniffle came the somewhat sporadic breathing a young child experiences when facing the loss of a loved one.

The young girl gasped at the sound of Wendy's feet as they clanged across the metal lattice that made the floor. "Is someone there?" The youthful voice asked, confirming Wendy's suspicion on age.

Wendy, too petrified to answer, slinked her way back towards the opening, but to no avail. She was sealed within. After minutes of silence, Wendy spoke: "What are you doing in here, and where is my husband?"

"You must be mistaken, miss. There's no one else here. Just me. I'm too scared to move, dare I fall down into that tank belong us what holds all the water. I don't want to end up like the others."

"Others," Wendy stammered, still nervous of her husbands whereabouts. She knew not if this girl was trustworthy, as this seemed like a perfect trap: obtaining information by using an innocent child. "What do you mean others?"

"When I came in here, there was a girl like you. Only that pit was empty. She thought I was her boyfriend. Said she and her boyfriend had escaped a factory and holed up in this tower, but her boyfriend had left to go get her food. I came in here playing hide and seek, but I got stuck."

"The other woman," Wendy knew this was her last chance at finding her husband, "where is she?"

"I said that pit was empty. Well, she found out I wasn't her boyfriend, she jumped into that pit. I heard her land on something, so I think there are other bodies down here. Sometimes I talk to them, even if they don't answer back. When I get sad, I cry into that pit and it fills up with water, ya know? What goods a water tower with no water, silly?"

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Ignis reacting to S/O announcing pregnancy

Hey guys!

AAAAH, I’m so sorry. I’ve been so busy with work. 12h of work is intense. o_o

Warnings: Heavy spoilers! HEAVY spoilers! This plays during the endgame.

Genre: Angst, fluff, comforting, supporting

Words: 5400+

Prompto’s Part // King! Noctis’s Part // Gladiolus’ Part

No one can fool Ignis Scientia and his wife very well knew that. That's why she was full of anxiety. For the past two weeks, she had noticed changes in her life. Morning sickness became a daily issue and her moods were completely unpredictable. And those never-ending backaches. It was something she never had issues with. At first, she thought it was food poisoning and her body acting up.. But then she was late. Her period was late - another issue she never had to deal with. For a few days, she believed she was really just late.. But she wasn't; it never started. Even through all the stressful situations they'd been gone through, she was never late or even missed it. Except for now.

So there was only one option making sense to her: she was pregnant.

And that had her worried big time.

(There’s a read more thingy here)

Although they had been dating for far over 6 years and married for 2, she didn't know how to feel about a pregnancy. The world was still covered in darkness, waiting for Noctis' return. People all around her were suffering, in need of her help. Most of the time she spent the day working at the nearby hospital, taking care of injured hunters or civilians. While she was busy all day, Ignis worked as a hunter and every now and then as a cook.

They were both rather busy people, working as much as possible to afford living in Lestallum - because living there was tremendously pricey. Some months they were swimming in bills, barely having enough money to buy food. They weren't poor, even had a nice, big apartment but all possible prices kept rising every year. Crops, meat, dairy products: everything was expensive because it got rarer every year and the danger hunters went through to fetch it continuously rose as well. Plants didn't grow due to lack of sun and in return, animals didn't have enough food. And let's not mention furniture and electronic devices. All resources began to decrease back when darkness overcame the world. A lot of the time hunters had to travel to riskier places only to find out that the resource they were looking for wasn't there. No resources meant no money for them. So in the end, those travels were just a waste of time

Things really didn't look good for humanity.

For Ignis and his wife, it was almost impossible to earn enough to live as richly as they used to. Before the world was engulfed by darkness and back when their relationship was still rather new, they had more than enough money to afford trips, waste money in a restaurant or on expensive ingredients - now it was all about spending as less as possible to save a bit of money at the end of the month - just in case some prices would raise the following month and they'd need more money.

Aside from that, her beloved husband had been receiving special medication and treatment for his eyes.

When they first met, he could see just fine but by now he was fully blind, unable to see even just the slightest shapes. Back when he was injured, he could still see a tad bit with one eye - only if it was bright enough, though. But now that no longer was and all that was left were bills from the previous years to pay. That was something they both signed up for. Ignis insisted on them breaking up after merely two years of dating because he feared to be a burden and to hold her back. Of course, she never left his side. She supported him as much as she could. Even now he sometimes needed her help, hated admitting it, though - but she absolutely adored helping him. Their love for each other was immense, their bond unbreakable.

"A child could be difficult for him to raise.. He still has to get used to the complete, utter darkness.." she thought to herself, "And we're both so tremendously busy.. And then there's the money problem.."

Before she drove herself crazy, she asked a fellow, trusted nurse for help, wanted to get her pregnancy tested at the hospital.. But they had no time for her. The second she mentioned that it was urgent, she was declined; the labs were overflowing with work already. So she had to rely on a pregnancy test from the store. But out of all the times, it was sold out right then. The demand was higher than the resources they had. It was only a matter of time until most products wouldn't be produce-able anymore.

Instead of patiently waiting for a new batch of tests to arrive, she worried and with each passing day her worries became worse. For an entire week, she was constantly torn between believing she was actually pregnant and believing she was just imagining it. The morning sickness she went through and the way her back hurt all the time made it pretty obvious, though. It stressed her.

And that didn't stay unnoticed.

Ignis couldn't see the frown on her face but he could sense her tensing up in his arms, heard the stress in her voice and took note of how often she rushed to the bathroom or groaned about backaches. He knew. She didn't need to tell him; he already knew. But didn't let her know in fear that his judgment would be wrong. However, the thought of starting a family with the love of his life sounded very appealing to him. And if it weren't for the current state of the world, his S/O would feel the same way. They both always wanted children. From the beginning of their relationship, it was set in stone that they'd have children someday. And if someday was now, Ignis certainly wouldn't mind. He was ready.

Being the caring lover he naturally was, he went to grab a pregnancy test for her. He knew she’d struggle with getting one. They were considered luxury items nowadays after all. It was thanks to his strong connections, that he managed to sneak himself on the top of the waiting list for pregnancy tests. Yeah, unfortunately, Lestallum's shops usually had to make waiting lists for exquisite products. Luckily the owner expected a delivery right the day after. But if Ignis hadn’t jumped into action, his wife would still be waiting. Even with the new batch, the end of the waiting list hadn’t been reached - she wouldn’t have received one. But Ignis did.

So when Ignis came home on that day, after working a late shift at a restaurant, he brought a little gift for her.

"My love, I'm home!" he shouted into their apartment, carrying the test in a plastic bag.

The second his wife heard their door snap shut, she lifted herself up from their couch, groaning and holding her stomach because she was experiencing cramps. Her legs slowly carried her over to him, but something was off. He could tell by her heavy, irregular footsteps, that she wasn't walking normally. She was stumbling. And that was because she was feeling dizzy; her blood pressure was too low. All day long she had been feeling nauseous and her head wouldn't stop pounding. There was no way she could eat any food and keep it in. Not when she was incredibly nervous on top of everything. It all went as far as her being sent home from her shift at the hospital because she fainted. Her boss had to send her home for the first time in years. That was another sign that something was clearly off - it was another indicator of her pregnancy. She didn't know how to feel about it.

"Hey Iggy," she greeted him with a soft, almost inaudible voice.

As she approached him, her vision started to blur. Instead of seeing sharp images, it was a mess of color blobs. She barely managed to locate Ignis in front of their entrance. Hearing her heavy breathing and whispery tone was enough to have the former advisor worried. His normally so happy and cheerful S/O didn't come up running to him, hugging him, kissing him like she usually did. Something had to be wrong. So without further due, he dropped the bag and strode over to her. Thanks to his improved hearing, he could pinpoint where exactly she was.

"Is everything alright, dear?" he wondered, concern fairly present in his voice.

She couldn't speak, tried to focus on her breathing as her vision clouded up entirely. Right when her body was about to fail her again, her beloved husband wrapped his arms around her body, helping her stand.

"Ju-just feeling dizzy," she stuttered, trying to shake off the urgency and severity.

"Doesn't sound like it to me," he murmured, running his hands along her back in an attempt to reassure me, "You don't seem to be feeling well."

"I'm o-okay," she lied to his face, wrapping her arms around his neck before leaning against his body for support.

"Shall we take a rest on the couch?" he asked, preparing himself for picking her up.

Although Ignis was fully blind, he had no issues navigating around their place. As long as objects stayed in the place they always were, he could do almost everything. From simple house tasks such as washing the dishes, mopping the floor to cooking a six-course-menu, he could do it all as long as objects weren't moved or at least knew where to find them. He only needs a cane to navigate himself to unfamiliar places. It wasn't always like this, though. During the first months after his injury, he was struggling with those as well. It took lots of time and training to help him back to a normal daily life. His wife was always his biggest motivation; her and the future family they’d have.

"Yes," she spoke softly, still taking deep breaths to numb the pain.

To ensure she would feel as comfortable as she possibly could, Ignis picked her up bridal style and carried her over to the couch. She knew she could trust him, he wouldn't drop her or do something to hurt her. If he wouldn't be confident in carrying her, he wouldn't do it. The second he put her down onto the couch, the cramps reached their peak, after a loud groan, she started holding her breath while she clutched to her stomach. The warmth of her hands provided little comfort.

"What's the matter?" Ignis asked, taking note of how she stopped breathing.

Because he didn't quite know what was going on, he searched for her shoulder and then slid his hand down towards hers, looking for her pulse. As he grazed her stomach, she was about to start crying. It was so blatantly obvious to her that she was expecting a child since she was experiencing most symptoms, it scared her. Tears involuntarily slid down her cheek as her emotions took over. Ignis could sense it and her sniff gave it away entirely. His free hand immediately found her cheek and cupped it gently, wiping her tears away.

"Love, did something happen?" he continued to ask, internally begging for her to say what was going on, "Are you injured?"

"I.. I just passed out at work today," she murmured, her body shaking lightly, "N-nothing special."

"You passed out?" he raised his eyebrows while he squeezed her hand softly, "Are you sick? Shall I prepare a tea for you? Or perhaps a hot bath would be more ideal?"

"N-no it's fine," she mumbled, taking deep breaths to breathe the cramp away.

"Is there something else? You seem to be.. Having trouble breathing?" he concluded, knowing that there had to be more.

"N-..no," she lied, not ready to spill the beans to him.

Ignis' wife was far from a good liar. He saw right through it. There was no way she could hide something from him. He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't telling the truth. It was no secret that the advisor hated lies; he expected the truth from his friends and beloved ones. Of course, she knew that but how could she just break the news to him that they were expecting a baby? Instead of confronting her right away, feeling how shaken up she was and wanting to give her some time to calm down, Ignis let it slip. For now. Actually, just for a few minutes. So they sat next to each other in complete silence, the only sounds in their apartment were the ones from her crying: sniffling and sobbing.

"Is there an explanation for your fainting? You seemed to be doing just fine this morning," he continued to ask, hoping she'd share the news.

"Didn’t eat enough, I guess," she shrugged it off, pretending like it was no big deal when it really was.

"Love.. What's the real matter? I must assume you're hiding something from me ," he informed her, running his thumb over the back of her hand carefully to show her how much he cared, "Your voice.. I can hear you're not telling the truth."

Her following silence gave it all away. She unwittingly made it beyond obvious that she was hiding something. With each moment passing by, it all just got worse. Her anxiety rose, her pain increased and Ignis started getting nervous. Although he was convinced he knew what was going on, he still feared it'd be something different; she could be terminally ill and keeping it a secret so he wouldn't worry. During their silent moments, both were concealing their worry quite well. Ignis worried about her, his wife worried about him - or, to be precise his reaction. At least her cramps finally passed.

"You don-"

"Ignis, I thi-"

They both broke the silence at the same time, cutting each other off. Hearing her use his actual name, made him go quiet again - it was something she only ever did if something serious was going on. After a few more moments of silence, she finally spoke up, blurting the news right out.

"Ignis.. I think I'm pregnant."

At that, he gulped. Not once did he imagine her being so worked up about her potential pregnancy, much less did he consider her being in so much pain because of it. To him, her.. their pregnancy would be a blessing. More tears ran down her cheek when he didn't say a thing right away, making it seem like he was shocked - in a very negative way.

"I'm s-sorry, I should've told you s-sooner but I wanted to get it tested fi-first but I'm som-somewhere on the waiting l-list and it's gonna take some time.. I.. I.." she stuttered, yet spoke hastily, rushing her words through her lips.

Ignis still didn't speak. For once, he had a hard time reading how she felt. Was she happy about their potential pregnancy? Sad, shocked? Or even upset? He couldn't tell. Not yet.

"Say something," she demanded, speaking softly while she wiped her own tears away.

Blinking a few times, her husband searched her eyes with his own. Although he knew he'd never actually see them again.. He wanted her to feel like he was looking straight into her eyes. And while all he really saw was a never-ending darkness, he could perfectly recall the color of her orbs and the exact shade of (Y/E/C). Any- and everything about her was etched into his mind. So while he couldn't see her beautiful eyes through his opaque ones, he at least imagined them. Much to his wife's surprise, their eyes met almost instantly- he found them.

"I know," he spoke firmly, crossing his arms over his chest as his brows furrowed lightly.

"Y-you know?" she continued to stutter, frowning lightly as she looked at him.

"You're showing most signs of a pregnant woman, so yes, I assure you, I knew all along," he explained, using his hands to articulate.

To that, she just sighed as part of her concerns faded away.

"All this worrying for nothing.. He already knew.." she thought to herself, "I should've know that he'd notice the changes.."

Without saying any more words, Ignis got up, leaving her behind to grab the plastic bag; the test.

"Where are you going?" she wondered, calling after him, fearing he would straight up leave for a second.

He didn't reply, instead, silently walked back towards their entrance to pick up the plastic bag and then brought it over to her. The second he sat back down beside her, fumbling with the plastic bag until he could hold the new pregnancy test out towards her, she gasped.

"Y-you got one?" she asked, taking it, in disbelief he was so attentive, "But I'm a-at the very bottom of the list. H-how.. ?"

"I so happened to have a good relationship with the owner. I sometimes support him by delivering his products or escorting him to wherever he may need to go," the advisor disclosed, watching her with a stern expression.

Even though he tried to hide it, he was a tiny bit disappointed she had such a hard time sharing the news with him. That she was so worked up about it shocked him greatly. Ignis hoped she'd be happy about it, would prepare a little something to announce it for him or any friends. It sure was special to him but at least right now she didn't seem to feel the same way.

"I see.. Thank you," she thanked him, opening the box right away, pulling out the first stick.

"You should probably take it right away, so we can be sure," he murmured, still maintaining his composure and kindness even though his hurt.

"You're right. I.. I'll go take it real quick."

With that, she jumped up, placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and disappeared into their huge bathroom. Her husband thought about following her, especially because she was so unstable earlier but after he noticed she was walking just fine, he decided to wait and give her the privacy anyone deserved. However, in this case, he wasn't exactly on the patient side. It took everything in him to not walk right after her and camp in front of the bathroom door. While she was gone, taking the test, he tried to remind himself that she would return before the result was showing. It wasn't about seeing the result slowly showing up - he obviously couldn't see it anyway - it was about witnessing her reaction the second she saw it. He wanted to be with her.

Minutes felt like hours for either of them. She was anxious about taking it, unsure how to feel about any result. Ignis' wife wanted children but she didn't know if she wanted them right now, she didn't know if it'd really make her happy knowing they were expecting. At the same time, she didn't know if seeing a negative result would make her feel worse, sad, disappointed. She had mixed feelings about it all; wanted a pregnancy but at the same time didn’t. And while she was anxious, Ignis was doing what he could do best: weighing their options, positives to negatives. It kept him from becoming a nervous wreck.

Eventually, with a shaking body, she finally took it. And before she caught a glimpse, she stormed out of the room and back to Ignis - who was impatiently waiting for her return, tapping his foot on the ground while his elbows rested on his knees, making him sit in a crooked position, and he continuously ran one of his fingers along the bridge of his nose.

"Did you take it?" Ignis wondered, immediately straightening up and looked over into the direction he heard her coming from.

In that exact second, she glanced down at the pregnancy test. The second line was proudly showing - and she was far from prepared for it. She inhaled sharply, stopped in her tracks and immediately sobbed, tears running down her cheek in no time.

"What does it say?" her husband asked, unsure how to interpret her emotional outburst.

Before she said a word, she sat down beside him, clutching the test with both of her trembling hands.

"Are you pregnant?" he continued to ask, a tad bit of anxiety spreading within him.

She nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see for just a moment.

"Yes," she whispered through her tears.

It made sense to her: that one time they completely forgot to protect. She had no birth control, no pills left to take and was on the waiting list for a new package. They drank, celebrated their anniversary with some amazing wine. It all started with them cooking their dinner together after an exhausting day at work. Ignis was the one who brought the magnificent liquor and poured them some glasses before they even took a single bite of food. The tension between the two built slowly but steadily, the alcohol helping them ease up in no time. Both couldn't keep their hands away from each other's bodies. Their dinner almost burned because they couldn't stop their little makeout session. As soon as they finished eating, exchanged some little anniversary gifts, they attacked another with kisses. They were too drunk and too much into it to remember using protection. They let it slip, thought that one time wouldn't cause trouble. And now it did.

"It says I'm over 5 weeks in, no exact number," she informed him, staring at the test in her hands as tears slid down her cheek, "That's the highest it can display."

"Our.. Anniversary.. - it's been over two months," he murmured, quickly catching up.

"We were so careless and now look what happened.." she whined, placing the test on their couch table.

Ignis remained quiet, uncertain of how to react. To calm his gorgeous wife, he wrapped one of his arms around her, tugged her closer to his body and wrapped his other arm around her, too. She cried into his chest while both her hands were resting on her stomach. In an attempt to comfort her, Ignis kissed her hair countless times while rubbing her back, completely ignoring the pinch in his own chest.

"What're we going to do?" she cried out.

"Love.." Ignis whispered with his voice hinting disappointment, "I..- I assumed you always wanted to start a family?"

"I do!" she sobbed, sniffling right after, "But this world is terrible. Schools are closing, kindergarten doesn't exist anymore - how's our baby supposed to survive in this world?"

"If we're lucky the king will return just in t-"

"But we can't depend on luck!" she argued accidentally raising her voice in desperation, "What if he doesn't return for another 15 years? How is our baby supposed to live?!"

"Darling, calm down," Ignis spoke softly, moving his one hand towards her cheek to cup it gently, "We can always find a way to work things out."

"But just look at how expensive everything already is.. - We can hardly afford our rent and we're both working full time - and hell, you even have two jobs. How is that supposed to work out?" she continued to argue halfheartedly.

"Well.. What option do you prefer? " Ignis wondered, gulping before speaking on, "Are you considering an abortion?"

"No!" she called out right after.

The thought of killing a being that already existed within her was terrifying her. Not once did she think about aborting. She knew it was an option - just not for her. And Ignis would do everything he possibly could to avoid an abortion anyway - Luckily, he didn't even have to convince her into keeping it.

"Then tell me, my love, what's your plan?" he went on to ask, wiping a few more tears of hers away.

"Six.. Ignis, I don't know," she whined, "I've been trying to find a solution to this ever since I started suspecting being pregnant. I.. I don't want to abort it - hell, no. B-but maybe we should.. Give it up for adoption."

"Adoption?" Ignis rose his eyebrows from surprise.

"Y-yeah.." she quietly stuttered, shrugging right after, "But.. I know that nowadays orphanages are far from.. Ideal. They barely have an income but so many mouths to feed.. I fear it might just die in there. "

"And.. you don't want that?" he continued asking questions.

"No. Definitely not."

"So.. would you agree on keeping it?" his questioning went on, slight distraught present in his voice. While his S/O at least thought about other options, Ignis didn't consider them - not even for a single second. He wanted to keep the baby. However, if she would choose to give it away and he couldn't stop her, he'd try to support her.

"I.. I'd love to have a family with you, Iggy. But.. Right now.. - Do we have the money? Can we afford it? Can we provide the best possible future for it? And do you even want to keep it?" she murmured, biting her lip softly.

"Of course," he didn't hesitate to reply.

"O-of course?" she repeated in surprise, lifting her gaze up to his face.

Feeling the movement of her head, he knew she was looking up at him, so he met her eyes as good as he could.

"Dear, starting a family with you.. It's.. A dream coming true," he assured her.

She went silent after that, appreciating to know that he had her back, that he wanted to keep it too, but still not knowing how to work this out.

"Over the past six years, we've lived through hell and heaven. Admitting that it wasn't always easy is inevitable. However, not once did I question my love for you," he began to speak softly, now cupping her face with both of his hands, "We had our arguments, had moments in which we were shouting into each other's faces, causing harm without meaning to. And at the end of the day, we were still entwined."

Tears just kept running down her cheek and her advisor wiped them away.

"(Y/N).. I know I've been a pain before. I wish I could say I never harmed you. But I can't.. yet I sincerely hope you're aware of how much you mean to me. Without you, I could no longer be. Your endless love and support brought me through my grimmest days," he confessed, running his thumb along her warmed cheeks, "You, my darling, are the light of my life. And no matter what your decisions may be, I will always support you. I love you."

The second he finished speaking, he reached down to take one of her hands, placing it on his chest.

"It's beating for you," he murmured, smiling lightly, "You and our unborn child."

A small smile crept up on her lips as she felt his heartbeat. Hearing him confess so honestly made her blush. It was a shame he couldn't see it.

"Iggy.. You goof.. I love you too," she spoke softly after she sniffled one last time, "B-but how're we going to work this out? I.. I'll have to stay home and take care of our baby and.. I won't be able to wo-"

"Sssh" he shushed her, placing a finger above her lips carefully, "You're worrying too much."

"B-but I just wanna.. -.. I'm scared," she quietly admitted, "I.. - our future-.. -"

Oh, how scared she was. She feared they wouldn't be able to give their child the life it deserved, wouldn't be able to fill it's expectations or even disappoint it. She was over thinking, worrying about future aspects that could change anytime. If Noctis was to save the world within the next years, she had nothing to worry about - but that was something she didn't even think about. Instead, she worried about the tiniest details, thought of a worst-case-scenario.

"I know, love. It's okay" he kissed her forehead gently before wrapping his arms around her body again, "We will work this out one step at a time."

"But what if we don't have enough time?" she mumbled against his chest, wrapping both her arms around his waist as she continued to panic, "Pregnancy only lasts for 9 to 10 months. And what if I'm already 2 months in, that means we only have 7 to 8 months left?"

"Calm down. We will have enough time. And if having a family means I'll have to take on five different jobs, so be it. I'd do anything for you," he reassured her, softly placing his hand on her stomach, "For you and our child."

"But Iggy.. You're di-" she dared to speak the obvious; point out his disability.

"Indeed. But that doesn't stop me. You're giving me the most wonderful gift I could ever imagine, ensuring our financial stability is the least I can do," he agreed, carefully pulling her into his lap to close the distance between them, "I'm not going to let my condition get in the way."

In return, she sighed and buried her face in his neck.

"Love, try to think of the positive side. We'll get to experience the joy of having a baby; something created from our love. From it's appearance to it's behavior - it's a combination of our traits," he mumbled, rubbing her stomach as he leaned his head against hers, "You'll be a great mother. One that I know loves unconditionally. - I'm aware it might all seem overwhelming right now but I promise everything will fall into place."

She smiled at the thought of their baby having her hair color and Ignis' eyes. In some way, Ignis' words comforted her, let her know that things would be okay. But it didn't stop her anxiety.

"I hope you're right," she murmured, placing a gentle kiss on his neck.

Feeling her husband's warm hand caress her stomach made her emotional all over again - but it wasn't from sadness or fear. It was because she was relieved to know he was so supportive and.. Happy. The second her beloved husband felt some wet stains on his neck, he bit his lip, though - not knowing what was going on.

"My dear, why are you shedding tears?" he asked, rubbing her back with one hand and her stomach with the other.

"I'm so grateful. For you. - Y-you're such a sweetheart. I love you, Ignis. Thank you," she confessed, kissing his neck once more, "I.. I believe you,.. We can do it. We have to."

The moment she finished speaking, she placed one of her hands on top of his' on her stomach. But just as Ignis was about to reply, her stomach growled loudly, making both of them laugh.

"I assume you're hungry?" Ignis wondered, moving his hand on top of hers.

"V-very.." she quietly admitted.

"Then how about I prepare some late night dinner and then we'll watch a movie?" he suggested, drawing a heart on her back with his finger.

"Sounds good to me," she agreed, smiling at how selfless he was.

Even though Ignis lost his eyesight, they still watched movies together - even went to the cinema if they could afford it. He never wanted his disability to get in the way of their relationship. She meant the world to him and if anything, Ignis wanted her to enjoy her life to the fullest.

While she waited on the couch, rubbed her stomach gently as she slowly came to term with her pregnancy and how they would soon raise a child together. It made her sad just as much as it lifted her mood. Her emotions and feelings were all over the place. By the time the sweet smell of the delicious food Ignis made reached her nose, she was already crying again. Her hormones were acting up.

"So.. much," she whispered the moment she saw the huge plate the advisor had prepared for her.

"Well, dear.. You're eating for two now," Ignis smiled at her while he approached her.

Although the couple usually settled for action movies or crime shows, sometimes even documentaries, they settled for a cute Disney movie that night. It was supposed to calm her down but it really just made her cry more - simply because it was cute. Suddenly, the world stopped seeming so grim to her. She felt better, even excited. Sobbing, she leaned against her husband's body, her head resting on his shoulder. Of course one of his arms was wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

As the credits started rolling, she broke their silence: "Iggy.. We're going to be parents. W-we'll raise our own.. Bundle of joy. O-our own prince or princess.. "

"Yes, we will," Ignis smiled, leaning his head against hers, "And I firmly believe we'll do a phenomenal job."

With a smile creeping up on her lips, she wrapped one of her arms around him to feel more of his comforting warmth.

"But please take it slow from now on, will you?"

"Of course, honey" she assured him.

"Good," he lifted his hand to wipe some of her tears away before gently kissing her cheek, "I love you. Always."

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