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thranduilssparklysnuggie · 1 year

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Pregnant (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Summary: You find out you're pregnant, and this little piece of information soon reaches Vincent as well.

Note: Part of the Vincent takes a liking to you series. Find it here. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: afab!reader, pregnancy

It couldn't be. It must be the stress from the wedding, you kept telling yourself, although you stopped believing it hours ago when you went to the pharmacy to pick up a pregnancy test. With each passing second it was getting realier, the possibility that you were pregnant.

Marrying a man like Vincent was one thing. You could always get a divorce and live the rest of your life free of him. But giving birth to his child, his heir, was a completely different matter. It made you feel uneasy, and you didn't know what to do to calm down a bit.

“Is everything okay in there?” the employee of the pharmacy–who kindly let you use their bathroom–asked worriedly.

By now, as you were sitting on the cold tiles with two identical tests in front of you, you were already sobbing. You didn't want them to be positive. No, they couldn't be. That would be too much to handle right now.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Give me three more minutes, please,” you called out, trying your best to sound calm.

The time displayed on your phone seemed to have frozen some minutes ago. It couldn't take this long to get the results, you'd been sitting there for what felt like at least half an hour. But according to the clock it had only been three minutes, and by now you'd already been through a nervous breakdown.

It must be a new record.

Then the alarm went off, and you finally got yourself to take a look at the tests lying in front of you. They were positive. They were fucking positive, meaning you were pregnant with the child of a man you weren't even sure you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Sure, sure, a few years of marriage sounded like fun, but the whole 'til death do us part thing wasn't something you wanted. Fun's fun, but who needs that in the long run? You sign the divorce papers maybe five or seven years from now and get on the first flight to New York.

Now your plans have begun to slowly slip away. You could never be able to leave your child behind, but you were also sure Vincent wouldn't let you take his only heir away from him. There would either be a nasty custody battle he would win with the army of lawyers he could afford, or you would be stuck here with him at least until the kid is old enough to go to college.

With a heavy sigh, you picked up the tests and tossed them into your purse, then looked in the mirror and took a few deep breaths. You were okay. Everything was okay. You couldn't let anyone see that you were upset, especially not the driver who was waiting for you outside.

If he noticed something was wrong with you, he would immediately report it to Vincent, and you hadn't figured out how to tell him the truth yet. You didn't even know how he would react, after all you couldn't just waltz in and start the conversation with it.

The drive home wasn't helping you. He knew. The damn driver knew something wasn't right, and you didn't miss the way he kept looking at you through the rearview mirror.

By the time you got home, you knew your dear lover would be there as well. And just as you expected, he was waiting for you outside, opening the door of the car to help you out of it. He didn't let go of your hand, and he didn't even say a word. He was just watching you with a quizzical look and waited for you to explain yourself.

“Mon amour?” he asked with an expectant look.

“Yes?” you replied, playing dumb.

Shaking his head, he swept a strand of stray hair behind your ear and said, “Something's wrong, I can tell.” But you remained silent, and the only reaction from you was a small smile as you looked up at him. “You do know you can be honest with me, right?”

Sure. Just not about this. “Of course I know. But there's nothing to worry about,” you lied. Oh, if you only knew. He would be livid, you were sure about that.

So you moved past him and walked inside, hoping he would finally stop bothering you with this. You had a lot to think about now, preferably somewhere away from. So you put your purse in the bedroom, then went to take a long, hot shower to clear your mind.

Things would be okay. First, you needed to see a doctor to find out how far along you were into the pregnancy, and to make sure the baby was okay. Everything else came after this. You had time to figure it out. You hadn't had any symptoms yet apart from being a little nauseous, so he sure wouldn't notice.

After you put on your super soft robe, you walked out of the bathroom as you dried your hair with a towel. But you came to an abrupt halt when you found Vincent sitting on the edge of the bed with the two positive tests next to him.

“Care to explain these?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

You were mad. You were really, really mad at him right now. “You seriously went through my purse?” you asked angrily.

He took a deep breath that he let out slowly, his green eyes never leaving your face. You couldn't read his expression, you had no idea if he was angry or happy or totally indifferent. It was hard to tell what was going through his mind and what he was about to say or do.

But after long minutes of deafening silence, he finally looked down at the tests and spoke up. “I was told you went to a pharmacy. I was worried about you so I sent someone to find out what you bought. When I heard you bought these, and that you used their bathroom to do the tests, I asked my man to check the trashcan in there. And what did he find? Nothing. I guessed you had them with you.”

Vincent signaled you to come closer, and you did as he wanted, taking enough steps in his direction to close the gap between you. He reached out to take your hands, pulling you between his legs. You didn't dare to speak up, instead you just watched him cautiously and waited for him to say or do something.

“You should have just told me, love. What did you think? That I would be mad at you?” he asked, his voice sickeningly sweet all of a sudden.

“I don't know,” you admitted.

Suddenly he let out a laugh, then pulled you down so your faces were on the same level. “We're getting married, and now we're starting our own family. Why wouldn't I be happy?” He placed a soft kiss on your lips while he waited for your reaction. “Are you happy too?”

What were you supposed to say to this? You were many things, but at the moment happy wasn't one of them. Confused, scared, uncertain. These words were better at describing your current feelings.

“Listen, I'm here by your side. I'll keep you safe. I'll keep our child safe. There's nothing to worry about,” he assured you before pulling you into his lap. “We're gonna be happy together, I promise you that.”

You rested your forehead against his, and he absentmindedly drew circles on the skin of your thigh. You believed him. You always knew he would protect his child, but he said you first. He really must have loved you.

Maybe him finding out so soon after you was for the best. You weren't sure you could have lied to him for weeks, making it look like everything was okay when it wasn't. But now that you knew he was happy, you knew things would get easier.

Maybe he would raise security whenever you went somewhere, but it would all show you that he truly cared about you. You could handle that. You could learn to handle that.

#vincent de gramont x reader #vincent de gramont #john wick

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thranduilssparklysnuggie · 2 years

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How long I've waited.

Summary: After a bloody long night, Y/N finally has the pleasure of meeting Jake. This fic is based on this prompt by @budcooper! Go show them some love!

Warnings: blood, like a shit ton of blood and me describing it poorly 😅

A/N well this didn't turn out as expected! I'm not entirely angry about that, but I just hope y'all like it and my characterization of Jake! Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy cuz my next fic i'll post isn't moon knight related, buuuut I do plan on opening my requests soon for my 700 follower celebration! So if you like my writing style be sure to look out for that!

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A stifled yawn breaks the stillness of the small apartment. What time is it, Y/N slowly blinks, shutting the book they had been boredly studying closed, Y/N turns their head to search for their phone on Steven's cluttered desk. Blinded by their phone's bright light, Y/N blankly stares at bold numbers reading 3:39 AM.

With a tired groan, Y/N noisily drops their phone back onto their desk before scrubbing their face with their palms. "What's taking you so long Marc?" They whine, their fingers spreading slightly so they can eye down the heavily locked door.

Date the fist of vengeance nobody said, it'd be fun nobody added.

Throwing themselves back into their chair, Y/N crosses their arms above their chest, drumming their fingers against their arm in thought. They had a very demanding job that required them to get up at seven-thirty every day, but they had promised to themselves to always wait for Marc or Steven or anyone else to come back.....much to their dislike of course.

Some nights were easy and had them back at one, other nights sometimes had them coming back the next week. Gently biting their lip, Y/N sighs before sliding out of their chair, quietly slinking around Gus's fish tank to peer out the window.

Nothing but an empty alleyway had met their eyes.

With a slight frown and a much bigger yawn, a shiver runs through them before they decide to just call it a night. Y/N couldn't wait anymore, they have already suffered the consequences of staying up (or trying to at least) and falling asleep at the desk and getting the worst whole body ache ever.

Quietly, Y/N shuffles over to their shared dresser and pulls out fluffy pajama pants, and quickly pulls them on. Turning towards the cold empty bed, tears prick at the corner of their eyes as worry begins to flood their system, with a sigh, they fall onto the bed and curl the blanket around them. As Y/N begins to slowly close their eyes the quiet sound of locks being hastily unlocked makes them perk up and immediately tear off their blankets.

Turning back to quickly fix the blankets as the last lock unlocks with a click, a relieved smile grows on Y/N's face as the door swings open. "I'm so glad you're back!" Y/N says with a large grin. Their smile slowly falls as Ste–no–Marc maybe? Walks further into the apartment without saying a word and silently closes the door behind him. "Where'd you get that hat?" They ask as their feet carry them toward Marc.

Marc silently watches Y/N step towards him, pausing to stand by Gus' tank. "Picked it up," Marc's unusually gruff tone makes Y/N frown slightly. "You should be in bed." He says with a quiet groan, shuffling towards Steven's messy desk to drop bloody keys, causing Y/N's frown to grow even more.

"I–I wanted to wait for you again," they mutter. "Let me, lemme turn a light on real quick." Y/N quickly turns back towards the bed and takes a full step to turn on one of the lamps before a gloved hand grabs their wrist.

"Leave it," the tightness in his voice was clear as was the shakiness of his hand.

Y/N slowly tilts their head, their gaze falling onto his face. A gasp leaves them at the sight of splattered dark liquid sparkling crimson in the low light. "You're...you're not Marc...or Steven, are you?" Y/N's voice doesn't waver as they speak, trying to mask the growing fear inside.

"You are a smart one muñeca," a grin slowly spreads on his face as he drops Y/N's wrist. Quietly he turns toward the apartment's small bathroom, leaving Y/N to stare in shock.

"Wait!" Y/N cries, grabbing onto Marc's favorite leather jacket, only to immediately regret it at the feeling of a cold sticky liquid soaked into the jacket. "Oh god."

"Y/N–" he winces as he sharply turns to face them.

"Oh god oh god oh god," they keep repeating, their eyes glued to their now dark hand, Y/N's free hand now blindly reaching out for the bedside lamp. Once it flickered on, nausea quickly building in Y/N's stomach at the sight of dark red blood. "Oh god," they whimper, making the mistake of glancing up. "Jake, what did you do?"

Large dark stains cover Jake's light blue jeans, his jacket only barely cleaner, but a large hole rimmed with blood caught Y/N's eye. Further up, Jake's black shirt mostly hid any blood stains, but the lamp gave it all away.

"How do you know my name?" Jake frowns, taking a slow step closer towards Y/N.

"I, umm," Y/N gulps, taking a step back with each step that Jake took. "Y-you three talk in your sleep sometimes, Marc does it mostly." Y/N's eyes glance up to meet Jake's dark ones, small bruises and cuts litter his beautiful face along with small droplets of blood that Y/N is certain isn't his.

"B-but how hurt are you?" Y/N quietly asks, their eyes darting back down to the suspicious hole in his jacket before meeting Jake's eyes again. "Cause, umm, cause y'know you got.....a bit...of...a lot of blood on you, a-and some bruises?"

God, why am I so nervous? Y/N tries to calm their pounding heart with slow breaths. H-he's like Marc, right? Tough on the outside but super sweet on the inside? But Marc has never come home drenched in another person's blood...Y/N's heart continues to race and their breath begins to quicken at that thought, the feel of their hand covered in cold and slightly sticky blood becomes more and more apparent to them.

"Y/N?" Jake furrows his brows at the sight of a pale Y/N, he tries to gently reach out for them, but they quietly gasp and trip on their feet. Quickly Jake reaches out to grab Y/N's wrist once more and pulls them close. "Are you alright amor?"

A small squeak escapes Y/N as they squirm against the feeling of the cold blood on his chest, but Jake's gentle tone grabs their attention away. "I...yes," they whisper. "T-Thank you."

Jake drops his grip on Y/N's wrist and raises them to gently rest on their arms. A shiver runs through Y/N, partly from the cold blood now going through their thin shirt and partly from Jake's soft touch. His hands don't stay at their arms for long. Gradually they slide upwards, gracing Y/N's shoulders, then their neck, causing a soft giggle to escape Y/N's lips at the feather-light touch.

Then Jake's warm gloved hands land on Y/N's cheeks. The palm of the black gloves seemed surprisingly clean compared to the rest of his outfit. The faint smell of leather and blood makes an odd feeling build in their belly, but the feeling of Jake's thumb rubbing against their cheek makes them nearly melt.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do this," he whispers, his hot breath making Y/N's heart flutter in a good way. "How much I've wanted to do this." Jake then murmurs, slowly leaning in closer. "How much it's pained me to be so silent."

Y/N can feel blush creeping onto their face from Jake's sweet words and touch. Hesitantly, Y/N brings their hands up to rest on his hips, knowing that Jake wouldn't mind more blood from their hand getting on him.

"But I am so glad to be here with you now," Jake leans in slowly, causing their noses to gently bump together. Tilting their head, Y/N holds onto Jake's shirt and pulls themselves up to press a kiss on Jake's lips. A soft hum escapes Y/N as their hands slide up Jake's side. They knew that Steven absolutely loved it when they dragged their nails down his back as Marc melts when Y/N slowly massages up his back.

But Jake?

This is all new territory that Y/N can't wait to explore. Their kiss lasts a few more heavenly seconds before they break apart. Y/N's heart hasn't stopped pounding, but with the look that Jake gives them makes their heart beat impossibly harder. Immediately Jake pulls Y/N into another more passionate kiss, making a small yelp escape Y/N.

A small sigh leaves Y/N, their hands moving to rest on Jake's shoulders, itching to bury themselves in his hair, but Jake immediately tenses under their fingertips. "Mmph!" Jake gasps, making Y/N immediately pull away from him in confusion. His eyes no longer gleamed with love, now they only shine with confusion.

"Ja–"

"Ough....what happened," the familiar voice makes Y/N freeze in place.

"Steven?"

"Ugh.....yeah?" Steven mumbles, taking a few steps back from Y/N. Rubbing his eyes with his palms, Steven blinks a few times before glancing at Y/N, immediately gasping at the sight of red on their hand. "Did you get hu–oh.....oh."

Steven's eyes widen at the sight of blood covering nearly his entire body. "What did Marc do?" He whimpers, his hand moving to the hole in his jacket. "That healed up well didn't it?"

"I..." Y/N starts, quickly gaining their composure after berating themselves for nearly calling him Jake. "We better get you cleaned up, no?"

"Right..." His hands move away from the jacket's hole to his head, Steven's fingers curling in confusion as he grabs Jake's hat. "Remind me to never let Marc take over mid-battle, eh? He never seems to remember doing it anyways..."

Y/N's lips curve into a soft smile at his words, and slowly they reach out for him with their clean palm. "Let's worry about Marc later, we should get you into the shower. You stink."

"That's a bit rude ain't it?"

"Maybe.....but still doesn't distract from the fact that you stink." Y/N giggles at the face Steven makes at their words before he lets Y/N pull him towards the bathroom.

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