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Breakable Heaven | Chapter Two: So It Goes...

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Summary: secret moments in a crowded room

Warnings: kissing, dirty talk, grinding, hand jobs, getting interrupted by his pager

Word count: 6.8k

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Haley is a great step-mom, there’s no doubt about that… but after 2 days alone with her, Andy felt like if she spent another second with this very pregnant, very hormonal Haley, she was going to lose her mind.

You see, Haley was nesting— despite being on bedrest— cleaning and reorganizing everything only to forget where she put it all and start yelling when she needed something. It was starting to drive Andy insane.

“Where are you going?” Haley asks carefully, holding a dish towel with watermarks on her shirt as it stretched over her big belly.

“Dad said it’s a slow day so I thought I’d bring him some lunch, do you need me to bring home anything?” She asks, not wanting her to feel left out.

“That’s cute,” she smiles. “I’m good, but you have a good time and tell him I’m making meatloaf for dinner.”

“Sure,” she replies with a smile as her stomach turns. Her meatloaf was disgusting. “Be careful, call me if you need me?”

She laughs and pulls her in for a quick side hug, too big to do it any other way, “you’re going to be a great big sister.”

“He’s going to think I’m his aunt,” she laughs, grabbing her keys and putting her shoes on quickly.

“Blame Aaron for having you at 16,” she teases, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way, you were what I needed before we had our own.”

She smiles, she did have a great time growing up with her in her life. The marriage has always been rocky, there were parts of her life where she didn’t like Haley as much as her own mother but there was no one else she’d rather see with her dad. She was good to him, he loved her, and she loved him back even more.

“I’ll be back,” she moves towards the door. “Love you.”

“Love you!” Haley calls back as she slips out the door and towards her car.

She’s quick to get out of town and to her dad’s favourite restaurant, she orders his go-to meal and heads over to his office, hoping this wasn’t too much. She missed him while she was away at school… just to come home and still not see him on the weekends he was supposed to have off.

He was busy saving the world, but once upon a time his world was just her and it was hard sharing him now.

Rolling up to Quantico was always scary, the guards never remembered her because she wasn’t there often. They ask to see her ID and pull up Aaron's file to double-check that he did, in fact, have a daughter named Andrea with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes… It was fucking annoying, but at least she knew her father's safety was important to them.

Inside she’s presented with a visitors pass and a personal escort to floor 6 who asks her too many questions about what it’s like to be Aaron Hatchers, daughter. It was always the same questions, is he that mean at home, how do you deal with the scowl, I’m sure you can’t sneak anything past him, blah blah black.

She ditches them once she made it to the bullpen, she knew exactly where to find her dad, there was no need for an escort. And she definitely didn’t need directions, they had double glass doors, all the basic staff were on the floor and the higher-ups had offices, her dads being the first on the left.

She wanders in with a smile, double-checking the bullpen to make sure he wasn’t in the briefing room or walking around between desks. Then something caught her eye. Well, someone did, actually.

He’s so cute with his crooked tie and his shirt that’s like 3 sizes too big… he needs a whole new wardrobe, one that actually fits him and makes him look presentable for work, but that’s not important right now. His nose is buried in a book while he twiddles a pencil in his fingers effortlessly, around and ‘round his knuckles.

“Hey, Spencer!”

She makes him jump a bit, dropping the pencil, he immediately turns in his chair and jumps to his feet.

“Hey,” he smiles at her instantly, “what are you doing here?”

“I brought my dad some lunch,” she holds the bag up to show him, “do you know where he is?” It’s a simple lie, but it’s an excuse to talk to him.

“Yeah,” he’s still shocked she’s talking to him at all. “Up those stairs and in that office, he’s been a little miserable today so good luck.”

“When isn’t he?” she smirks, “thank you.”

“Um,” he stops her from leaving, “you wouldn’t happen to be interested in joining us tonight? The teams going out for drinks…”

She laughs, “I’m 19, remember, I can’t go even if I wanted to.”

“Oh,” he steps back, taking that as a no. “I don’t suppose an FBI agent's daughter would have a fake ID?”

“Did genius wiz-kid Spencer Reid have a fake ID?” She whispers, giving away just how much she knows about him through her dad's stories.

He nods, “but it wasn’t for what you think…”

“You wanted to check out erotica from the library, didn’t you?” She laughs at him, taking the blush that spreads across his face for a yes. “That’s cute. I hope you learned a thing or two?”

A sly smirk appears on his face, as well as the sweetest blush “I learned… I haven’t really had the chance to apply my findings yet, but, I know some things.”

“You’re a bad, bad boy, Dr. Reid,” she teases him with a newfound fire lit inside of her.

Doctor Reid, the nerdy dork her dad loved was actually hitting on her. She expected he’d be weird by how her dad explained him, he was too smart to also be this cute bordering on sexy… he had so much potential under that extra-large shirt he was drowning in.

“So what bar is it?” She asks, looking him up and down and making herself obvious.

She watches as his breathing changes, he licks his lips and stares for far too long, “uh, Joe’s Bar… down on 16th Avenue.”

“That’s my favourite bar,” she admits. “I’m normally there around 8 with my friends. If you want to stop and say hey, I’d love to see you.”

He nods, swallowing sharply, “sounds good.”

She hears whispers around the room as everyone watches them talk to each other, the other Agents wondering why she’s entertaining his request when she normally doesn’t date agents. So, just to cause some drama, she places her hand on his shoulder for balance and leans in, standing on her tippy toes, she presses a kiss to his cheek, “have a good day, Doctor Reid.”

“Y-you too,” he waves, watching her walk up the stairs and into her dad's office.

The whispers get louder as she walks away, it’s something to talk about for sure, she just hopes Spencer doesn’t mind.

She’s never actually gone out with anyone, let alone agents. She’s only been of age for a little over a year now, anyway, so it felt weird. Most of them were close to 30, unlike Spencer, who was just ahead of the curve like she was.

“Knock, knock,” she says as she opens his door, “I hope you’re still free for lunch?”

“Andy!” He stands and rushes to the door, wrapping her up in a hug, “thank you, that’s so sweet.”

“You’re welcome,” she holds him back. “But I have a bone to pick with you,” she closes the door quickly. “Why didn’t you say Doctor Reid was the most adorable man ever?”

He laughs, taking the bag of food from her and to his desk, he starts to slowly unpack it, “cause I personally don’t see it? I didn’t know I was supposed to tell you who’s cute and who’s not around here?”

“He most definitely is cute,” she walks towards the blinds, lifting one with her finger and peaking out to see him, “I wonder if I’ll actually see him at Joe’s later…”

“Why would you be there? Did he ask you?”

“It’s girl's night,” she looks at him like he’s missed every other Friday night that she’s gone out. “It's the last one before finals… And kinda, he said the team would be there, I see Derek and Penelope there all the time, anyway? It’s not a big deal.”

“Reid knows you’re a teenager, even if he is there he’s not someone you should be interested in. Men in my field, hell, my unit, they come with a price. They get hurt, they get PTSD, they’re hunted by killers and haunted by victims, you don’t want to date someone like that.”

He gets defensive. Just like she knew he would.

“A teenager…” she laughs at him quickly. “First of all, I’m currently closer to 20 than 19. Second of all, I graduated high school at the same age you were when you had me, I have a degree already and I’m 2 semesters away from my master's degree with zero children. You can’t tell me who I can and cannot date, associate with or anything. Your ownership over me ended almost 2 years ago. Deal with that.”

“I still think you’d make a good lawyer,” he tries to lighten the mood. “And it wasn’t ownership, but you’re right. You’re technically an adult… still doesn’t mean I have to trust the people around you.”

“But you can trust Reid on your team to save you and other people's lives?” It doesn’t make sense to her.

“No one is good enough for you, okay, it’s that simple. He could save the president from an alien invasion and I’d still think he’s not enough for you,” He breaks it down for her. “I love you too much.”

“I appreciate that,” she gives him a tiny smile, “but, and correct me if I’m wrong, grandpa doesn’t like you, and you’re still married to Haley.”

“That’s different, he doesn’t like me because I had a kid out of wedlock,” he does correct her. “He called me a whore when we first met.”

She laughs, “he did not?”

“Did so,” the mood had lightened back up. It was crazy how they were able to butt heads and then move on like it was nothing. They’ve done it her whole life.

“Spencer’s not a whore,” she finds the confidence. “I’m not asking permission, and I’m not saying anything’s going to happen between us, but he’s smart and nice… if anything, I could always use another friend.”

“I can live with that,” he gives in, “now what do we have on the menu today?” He starts opening each container with excitement when he realizes what she brought, “you’re seriously the best daughter in the world, I was just going to have Anderson make me a bagel… this is so much better.”

“Please tell me he doesn’t do everything for you?” She tilts her head, raising her brows as she stares at him. “He’s an agent, not an assistant.”

“I know, he just makes the best bagels,” Aaron smiles. “Now, tell me more about your crush on my agent?”

“It’s not a crush,” she fights off the embarrassment. “I think he’s cute… I can’t tell you anything more.”

“You want to take his virginity,” he gets it right away.

“Why are you so fucking good at your job? Who’d you sell your soul to? Can you read minds?” She rushes her questions out. “Seriously?”

He laughs, “it's not hard to profile you. I’ve known you for 19 years, I’ve known Spencer for 3.”

She shakes her head, “yeah. Okay, sue me? It’s a challenge, he’s dumbstruck around me, I like it… but I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize your team dynamic.”

It’s a lie, but from the look on his face, he believes her.

Her dad laughs, shaking his head, “regardless of the boy you pick this summer, just be careful. I can’t have my son be the same age as my grandchild.”

“Oh no, no,” she shakes her head fiercely. “No babies till I’m 30. At least.”

“Good plan,” he smiles.

—

When she gets home, she rushes up the stairs and right into her room.

“Andy” Haley repeated the words as she followed the sound of Andy coming home. “Is that you? Is everything okay?”

She’s in her closet already, looking through her limited dress options. “Yeah, I’m fine, I just have a date tonight… well, not a date, but someone I’m interested in will be at Joe’s tonight, and it’s girl's night so I’ll be there and I want to look nice.”

“Who?”

“Dad’s new genius, Spencer,” she explains with a smirk.

“Ooo,” she’s excited for her step-daughter, “he is sweet… Awe, that’ll be nice for him.”

“He’s the cutest,” she swoons, always able to talk to Haley in a much different way than she spoke to her father. “I’ve always dreamed about a summer romance… having a cute boy to do things with just for the few months between study periods, it’s such a dream.”

She smirks, “I had one with your dad when we were 19…”

“I remember, you took me to some of the picnics and beach trips,” she remembers those moments fondly, even if she was only 3 back then. They were too good to forget, and she had lots of photos to remind her.

“You were the perfect birth control,” she teases, rubbing her belly, “seriously, don’t do this until you’re my age.”

“Dad already gave me the talk,” she laughs. “Poor little dude doesn’t need a niece or nephew in the grade below him.”

“I didn’t even think about that,” Haley laughs uncomfortably, “oh god… that would be awkward for him.”

She grabs a dress from the closet and holds it up to herself, “do you think this dress is nice?”

“It’s very cute, I’m sure anything you wear will render Reid speechless.”

She can’t help but smile. “He is just as awkward as you said… but he’s also really funny? I like him more than I thought I would…”

“Your dad’s not going to like that,” Haley reminds her, “remember what happened with Peter?”

She rolls her eyes with a sigh, “I still can’t believe he did that. Why just why, did he feel the need to terrify the poor boy with my birth video…”

“Free contraceptive,” Haley teases.

“But nothing’s going to happen between me and Reid. I’m going there for girl's night, he just happens to also be going.”

“Okay, if you say so,” Haley pats her shoulder and starts to waddle her way out of her room, “come see me before you go? Once I sit down I’m not getting back up.”

“Sure,” Andrea laughs, “call for me if you need anything.”

—

It wasn’t a complete lie, she did end up seeing Jasmine and Alicia there, the both of them talked to her for maybe 10 minutes before finding their own FBI agents to flirt with. Luckily for Andy, her dad wasn’t there to be one of them.

Having a moderately handsome man as her father was both a blessing and a curse. Her female teachers did anything for the chance to talk to him and her friends all thought he was a dilf… she would never hear the end of it. No one cared he was married and having a second kid, or the fact he was her dad, they still openly talked about fucking agent Hotchner in front of her.

Spencer arrives promptly at 8 o’clock, wearing the same outfit he had on at work, which meant he didn’t get a chance to go home at all first.

She makes her way to his side and bumps his shoulder with her own, “hey…”

“Hi,” he smiles. “Fancy seeing you, here.”

“I know,” she smiles back, “anyone else on the team coming?”

“Later,” he doesn’t look so sure. “Derek wanted to change… I thought getting here before him would give us some time to talk.”

“You thought right,” she leads him over to a dark corner of the crowded room where they can be alone and they wouldn’t have to shout at each other.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

“You too,” she reaches for his tie and runs it through her fingers. “You did a good job tying this one,” she teases him.

“You know, there’s music here, we could finally have that dance?” He’s awfully confident.

“We could,” she smirks. “Or we could get a drink and talk to each other first?”

He nods, “do you want me to get you something?”

“Um, a margarita please?”

“You got it,” he makes a move to walk away and she realizes she has to let go of his tie for the time being.

She watches him walk away and over to the bar, it’s nice having a few minutes alone spent just staring at his cute butt as he leaned over the counter to give his order to the bartender, over the loud music.

But he’s gone for too long.

A stranger wanders over to her hiding spot with a disturbing smirk. “Hey, pretty lady.” He takes a chance, rolling the dice and moving his character to Embarrassment Island.

“Ew,” she feels physically ill, shaking her head with disgust. “No thanks, I’m here with someone already.”

“I know I saw you with bean sprout—

“So have some respect and get lost.”

“Wow,” he scoffs, “what’s your problem?”

She laughs then rolls her eyes, “my problem? Scum like you without boundaries or respect somehow becoming cops is my problem. Get lost.”

“Fine,” he huffs off just as Spencer returns with her drink.

“What was that all about?”

“He was trying to ask me out and wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she rolls her eyes.

“I’m sure you get that a lot,” he hands her the margarita with a frown. “I’m sorry, on his behalf. And all men, too.

She nods, taking a sip and then relaxing against the wall with a sigh, “he called you bean sprout… do they not know about tall skinny dorky— I’m sorry, you’re not dorky, I just mean–”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Spencer waves it off. “I'm characteristically a dork, I enjoy all the dorky things. I’m not ashamed of that.”

She smirks, obviously not knowing what she meant. “You know people think skinny dorky white guys all have like the biggest junk, right?”

He blushes the sweetest pink, “t-thats not… no? Where did you hear that?”

“My roommate, Jas, hooked up with a few different ‘dorks’ over the school year and said they were all well-endowed,” she doesn’t mind oversharing Jasmine's business. It was the best entertainment they had all year. She looks behind spencer and scans the room, finally pointing to her friend, “she’s over there with Henderson, he’s next on her hit list.”

“A-a-and you?” He stutters, taking a sip of his own drink and almost choking in anticipation.

“I’ve only had sex with one guy so far, and it wasn’t good,” she’s incredibly honest. “I mean, I enjoyed it because I was super into him at the time but he wasn’t good at it, like at all.”

“So you-you never, y-y’know?”

“You have 3 doctorates and you can’t ask me if I’ve had an orgasm?”

“Sorry, I just meant with him, not in general, which I’d never ask because that’s personal and I’d be surprised if you did answer anyway because it’s such a stigmatized topic and—“

“Yes, Spencer, I masturbate,” she lays it out flat for him, making him laugh with embarrassment. “It’s fine. No, I didn’t finish with him, not any of the times I had sex with him… it was very disappointing.”

“I’m sure,” he sympathizes with a frown.

“It was so nice at first feeling wanted and the buildup was lovely but I just ended up laying there while he fucked me for a whole 2 minutes then he got up and left the room to take off the condom… it was so procedural. Like he had a routine and getting me off wasn’t part of it.”

“That’s shameful.”

She nods in agreement, “yeah, tell me about it.”

“I’d like to think I could stimulate a woman until gratification,” he’s the tiniest bit confident but he says it into his drink.

“Is that how you flirt?” She steps in closer to him.

“No,” he’s still bright red, growing flustered with the teasing, but he steps closer to her, getting personal. “I just mean there’s more to it than penetration, that was his first mistake…”

She bites her lip, thinking about what he means while studying his beautiful brown eyes.

“I used to think that all couples actually used the bases system… You know, first base is kissing, second is hand stuff, 3rd is mouth stuff and so a home run would be sex… I always heard guys saying they went to 2nd base with a girl and in my mind, I understood that as slowly experiencing things together, which made me learn what each base consisted of, and… so truth be told, I really liked the idea of third base. I’m surprised more guys aren’t into it.”

“I’m sure your mouth can do wonders,” she basically moans, not surprised at all. “Although, I’ve been told by a friend that the alphabet tongue technique isn’t that good…” She drops a small hint that she’s never experienced it herself before, giving him a chance to be a first for her in some capacity.

He laughs, “oh no, I know all the pleasure points and how important it is to pay attention to more than one spot. It’s supposed to be slow and drawn out, pleasurable, not just a race to the end result.”

“You’re not making this easy for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wanted to come here and flirt with you and maybe even go home with you,” she admits, playing with his tie in her free hand again, she looks up into his eyes, “now I want to give you time to explore all your bases with me…”

His eyes flash down to her lips, “do you mind if I kiss you?”

She smirks, shaking her head before she leans forward and pressed her lips against his. One of his big hands rests on her cheek, he breathes her in deeply as his lips stay firmly pressed to hers.

She pulls back mere millimetres, just enough to take a breath before heading back in. She’s not sure if she initiates it, or if he does, but his tongue feels good against hers when they start making out. And they don’t stop.

It’s quite a scene, the two of them desperately can’t get enough of each other. He pulls away only long enough to put their drinks on a small table nearby, discarding them so he can come back in with both hands on her cheeks.

“My god, you’re stunning,” he compliments her.

She places her hands on his hips and pulls him closer, resting against the wall, the two of them are completely hidden in the dark as one.

“Kiss me again?”

At that moment she wished she was Alice, she wanted to tumble down him and get lost forever. Like a drug, she was addicted to kissing him, she didn’t want to stop. For a multitude of songs, the two of them kiss and grind, his knee rests between her legs, and she’s worried she’ll even leave a wet spot on his dress pants. It’s so gloriously heated, he’s so handsy, he’s confident and strong, so she’s putty in his hands.

But she wants more. So much more.

She pulls back eventually, his eyes are glossy and full, chocolatey brown and beautiful… “wanna get out of here?”

He nods, “my place, clearly?”

“Unless you want to sneak in through the garden gate and climb the trellis up to my window… I don’t think my Dad’s ready for me to have boys in my room.”

He looks a little worried, “it’s not going to affect my job, is it?”

“No,” she shakes her head with a sweet smile, “he knows I’m a big girl now, he’ll just be glad I picked you and not Derek.”

“Me too,” he smiles back at her. “Now, can I please take you home?”

“Lead the way?”

—

They moved from making out in a cramped dark corner in the back of a bar to his couch. It wasn’t very comfortable, but he had to furnish his apartment somehow when he moved to D.C all alone.

She was very comfortable, however.

Spencer would lay there with her on top of him for hours if he could. Playing with her long sandy blonde hair as it slipped down into his face, he ran his fingers through her hair over and over, trying to keep it from tickling his face, and then he got fed up. He holds her hair the way a ponytail would, only a little rougher by accidentally, but his other hand cups her face ever so gently.

The tiniest moan slips out from deep within her, making her hips jolt and grind against his.

They both stop, he drops her hair and she pulls back just enough to look at him. “Did you just—?”

She nods, embarrassed and flushing a sweet pink to her cheeks. “It’s the intimacy… I told you I get really in the moment. It’s almost better than actual sex.”

She sits up and pulls away fully, he does the same, sitting on opposite sides of the couch almost, the anxiety starts to set in.

She is his bosses 19 year old daughter. The beautiful, smart, kind, hilarious, wonderful daughter that Spencer’s heard so much about. He’s seen photos of her on the t-ball team and getting a silver medal at a cross-country meet. He’s heard stories of how she lost her first tooth, all the challenges of having a daughter, let alone while he was still in high school… Spencer could probably recount her life back to her if she asked, all because her father was so incredibly proud to have her.

He just stares into her sweet brown eyes as she worries, scared she’s said too much while he worries he hasn’t said enough.

“Do you want to go further with me?”

She nods again.

“And you also want to take it slow?”

“I want to have fun with you this summer,” she admits. “I know there’s things you obviously want to do, and there’s things I’ve always dreamed of happening… I think we could have a lot of fun together.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for starters, I can take your virginity,” she teases him, bouncing as she moves in closer again until she’s almost in his lap. “And I’ve always wanted to have a secret summer romance… I know my dad isn’t always the most understanding man and he wouldn’t be too opposed to this, but a part of me wishes we could keep this a secret just to keep seeing each other? I want the adrenaline and the electricity and the desperation… and I felt it all when I saw you in the bullpen this morning… I like that people will talk and you’re going to feel cool and you treat me like I’m brand new, I’m not just a dusty photo in my dad’s office to you… you don’t want to use me to get to him and that makes me like you even more.”

He nods along the whole times she’s speaking, watching her with care and content, he really did like her. “You’ve always been talked about, around the office. The Andrea your dad talks about; the strong and powerful woman that he’s so incredibly proud of… and then there’s the Andy Hotchner the guys talk about…”

“I’m a ballbuster, I know.” She’s clearly heard it all. “It’s not my fault, it’s my dads. If he didn’t give me everything then I’d have an easier time trusting other men.”

“But you trust me?”

“Enough to pretend I don’t know where his office is so that you can show me,” she smiles.

“Really?” He can’t believe it.

She nods again, smirking, “I know where my dads office is, Spence, I came to see him all the time before you joined the team.”

“Oh…” it hits him. She only came to talk to him cause she actually thought he was cute. Sometimes it took a while for words and actions of others to sink in and correlate in his brain, this was one of those times. “So, you really do like me?”

She places her hand on his cheek, “more than you know, lover boy.”

“Tell me?” He doesn’t want to seem desperate. But he looks at her with puppy dog eyes anyway, “I’ve never experienced someone having a crush on me.”

She straddles his hips and sits in his lap, holding his face in her hands she just smiles at him. Her head tilts to the side slightly as she sighs, “in a way I’m kinda glad I’m the first one to appreciate you like this. I just wish you grew up knowing how fuckin’ cute you are.”

“I’m glad too,” he admits. Scared of how much he should admit, but he’s felt things for her for a while. Even if it wasn’t right.

She catches it. “What?”

“What?” He repeats.

“You look ashamed? What haven’t you told me?”

“How do you Hotchner��s do that?” He whines, but she gives him a stare that tells him he needs to continue telling her what’s going on. He’s seen it on her dad's face too.

“Okay, okay, when I started working there I thought you were really cute… but I didn’t know you were his daughter. I thought you were a little sister, like Sean… I know it’s wrong of me.”

“You’ve been there 3 years, I was 16-ish and you were 20, it’s not that weird?”

“But I was an adult,” he’s still ashamed. “I’m no better than the guys we deal with at work.”

“You’re aware that you’re very over dramatic, right?” She teases him. “Seriously Spence, I’m here in your lap desperately trying not to deflower you right now, I’m more of a predator than you are.”

It does make him laugh, putting a hold on the stress building in his gut. “You’re serious about that?”

“As a house fire,” she exaggerates.

Or so he thinks.

He has no idea the effect he was having on her, she wanted nothing more than to follow the feelings and see where they took her.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

He shakes his head, “no,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing her cheek, he places a hand on the side of her head, raking his fingers thought her hair and tilting her head to the side, he leaves kiss after kiss on her neck, making his way down to her cleavage.

“Ever seen boobs in person?” She teases him, reaching behind herself, she pulls down the zipper and slips the straps down her arms.

He shakes his head, watching carefully as her silky dress slips down and puddles around her hips. “Oh, wow,” he cups them in his hands, cautiously rubbing his thumb over her nipples, he’s shocked to feel something cold against his skin.

“Is that…”

“The left one is pierced, yes,” she smirks, “I did it with my roommate last October… she’s fully healed now if you want to play with it.”

He’s so hard under her, he’s twitching with excitement. She felt it too, he knows when she starts rocking her hips against his a bit.

“Missed your chance.” She reaches for the collar of his shirt next, unbuttoning each and every button, she spreads his shirt wide open. “It’s my turn now,” she whispers before pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

“Oh my god,” he closes his eyes and soaks it all in.

Her kisses become love bites, not long after that his chest is covered in her lipstick and baby bruises. He could already feel himself becoming infected by her touch, her pheromones like venom, he was intoxicated on her and her alone.

“Please, Andy,” he begs.

She pulls back with a smirk, “what d'you want?”

He can't help but stare at her perfect tits, palming over them as she pulls away, “I need a turn…”

“Go for it,” she runs her fingers through his hair and leads him to her chest.

He sticks his tongue out, cautiously, playing with the piercing and the tip of her nipple. She makes a wonderful gasp as he loops his tongue around the nub, then he sucks it right into his mouth. He grips her breast, sucking on her nipple, he moans against her skin, enjoying himself way too much.

It’s like all the pieces fall into place then, they’re so equally interested in each other that the friction catches– they burst into flames of lust. Caught up in the moment, she tosses her head back and gives him a real moan. Her hands slither behind his back and under his shirt, her nails drag across his skin, she wants even more from him.

“Spence…”

He pulls away with a pop, spit trailing from his bottom lip to her piercing, “yeah?”

“Did you still want to get to third base?”

He nods, “but, what about second?”

She reaches between them, unbuckling his jeans slowly, “can I?”

“Please…”

When she pulls him out of his boxers she gives him the most magnificent smile, “I knew it, holy fuck.” She starts stroking him, gliding the precum down his length for comfort, but she takes her time.

“Do you touch yourself often?” She coos, looking into his eyes so innocently while she jerked him off.

He nods.

“Use your words,” she orders. “I like listening to you talk.”

He moans, tossing his head back, “fuck… why?”

“Why what, baby?” Her grip tightens, she teases the head with her thumb on each upstroke.

He wants to last a while, he wants to live in the feelings but it’s so, so good. “Why do you— shit, why d’you like listening—“ he moans again, hips twitching with pleasure, “fuck.”

“You’re so smart… but you get dumb around me,” she whispers, making it simple for him. “I feel like the only woman in the world when you look at me like this.”

He can’t believe she’s real, that she’s saying these things, or the fact that she means it. “I— I can’t,” he wants to let go so bad, he feels like a limp noodle there under her, trying to keep his head up so he can look at her face.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” She teases him, smirking to herself, looking down to see the precummy mess he had become. With her other hand, she teases the sensitive tip of his cock while she strokes him faster.

“Oh— oh fuck,” he tosses his head back, letting himself enjoy it, unable to watch her as she smiles proudly.

“Oh, you like that?” He can barely hum a yes, it gets stuck in his throat behind a moan, “you can cum for me anytime now, gorgeous.”

All the tension he's ever stored in his body releases as he does. His shoulders drop, his soul ascends, it’s the most glorious orgasm he’s ever experienced, and quite possibly the messiest too as rope after rope of his cum splashed against his stomach.

“Wow,” Andy’s voice brings him back. She reaches to his end table for a tissue, cleaning him up as best as she could. “As hot as that was, I don’t want it getting on my dress.”

“Yeah…” he’s still out of breath. “wow…”

“You’re up to bat, Doctor Reid,” she teases once he’s all clean. “If you still can, that is…”

With some strange new found strength, he places his hand on her back and picks her up, placing her back on the couch, he pushes her dress up so its all bunched around her waist.

“Oh, get ready for it.”

—

Oh, was she ever ready for it.

She’s thought about a moment like this for years since she discovered it was a thing… she’s dreamed of a man going down on her, and now her dream man was about to–

His pager goes off and he sighs, pressing his forehead against her thigh, he was finally just about to get to the good part when the BAU stepped in.

“Fuck,” she vocalizes their disappointment. Genuinely pissed that it wasn’t going to happen, after all that lead-up. Her fucking dad had to step in.

He sits up and waits there for a second, “if it goes off again then I have to—“ it buzzed again before he could even finish the sentence. “Okay, yeah, fuck.”

She laughs, reaching forward she attempts to fix his hair and notices her lipstick is all over his neck… and a few bruises are forming, “I can’t let you go back there looking like this.”

“Like what?” He has no idea, he gets up from the couch and wanders to the bathroom, she follows behind like a new puppy. “Oh…”

“I kinda marked my territory… before you marked yours…” referencing the cum on his shirt.

“Kinda?” He reaches for some toilet paper to rub the lipstick off, “it’s on the inside of my shirt too… can you go in my closet and get another one?”

She nods, making eye contact through the mirror and then she wanders off into his apartment again. In his room she takes a minute to look around, she’s amazed by how tidy his room is for a 23-year-old man.

On his night table, he has a stack of books, each with its own bookmark, she takes note of them all. Great Expectations, Catcher in the Rye, Matilda, it was a weird little stack of books. Behind it was a photo of him, a lot younger, with his mother beside him, he’s holding his high school diploma. Beaming with pride, his mother matched his energy perfectly. It was the sweetest thing.

She wastes too much time snooping, rushing to his closet she grabs a sweater, red with beige and black stripes, and she pairs it with a dress shirt similar to the beige stripe in the sweater, as well as some khaki pants, and returns to him in the bathroom. “The layers should keep the collar in place so then no one will see them… I did try to keep them out of view.”

“It’s okay, Andy,” he pulls her into a hug and kisses the side of her head, “I’m just nervous about the fact I have to go hang out with your dad now…”

“Yeah,” she shudders at the thought, “good luck, with the case and everything.” She pulls away with a smile, “I’m going to let you get ready, I’ll walk with you to the lobby?” She offers, wanting to stay with him until the last moment.

“Okay,” he agrees, letting her out of the room and then closing the door behind her.

She grabs all her things, washes her hands in the kitchen sink and uses some paper towel to take off what’s left of her lipstick in the reflection of his microwave. She was just going to go home anyway, but she still wanted to feel cute around him. She liked him too much right now.

“This is really nice,” Spencer comes out with a smile, tucking his sweater into his pants. He poses, “ta-da!”

She claps, “beautiful, 10’s across the board.”

“Thank you, grab your things, let’s go,” he pushes past the compliment as he stuffs his satchel and throws the strap over his shoulder.

“I’m ready,” she holds her purse, “can you just zip me the rest of the way up?”

“Yeah,” he stands behind her, he gathers her hair and moves it to the side, out of the way.

With shaking hands, he takes the zip in his fingers and pulls it up, ensuring the little clasp was done up too, he presses a kiss to her shoulder for good measure. “I owe you one, but I hope I get to give you more…”

Butterflies storm in her again, “what happens if you don’t go?”

“They come here to get me,” he whispers against her skin, pressing kisses to her shoulder blade and over towards her neck.

When he stops, she desperately wishes he wouldn’t.

He holds her hand on the walk from his apartment, down 2 flights of stairs, towards the street. He hails her a cab, he hands the driver a $50 and flashes his badge, “please ensure she gets home safely.”

“Yes, sir,” the man takes it with pride.

“Bye,” she waves from the window.

“See you soon…”

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 4 months

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Vicarious (Last Part)

“You’re always up so early.” Sokka comments. “Why don’t you try to sleep in for a change, I can bring you breakfast in bed and…”

“And then all of this work would never get done.” She gestures to a stack of paperwork and a separate stack of blueprints. “Republic City is at a critical stage in its development and if we get lazy now then we could ruin everything that we worked to establish.”

Sokka groans. “Republic City is always at a critical stage!”

“Well, yes!” Azula leans back in her chair and rests her hands on the armrests. “It’s a new city and we must make sure that it is on par with the likes of Caldera City, the Northern Water Tribe, and Ba Sing Se.”

Sokka takes her by the shoulders. “You know what else has reached a critical stage in its development?”

“What?”

He takes her hands in his. “Our relationship.”

“Right, yes. Of course. But the state of our relationship doesn’t have a direct impact on thousands of people.”

“It has an impact on us.” He replies. “I think that Republic City will be fine if you take a break just for a day. Trust me, my dad and your mom can handle things for a while…”

“A while?” She cuts him off. “How long is a while?”

He takes a deep breath. “At least another three months.” He lowers his hands to either side of her belly. And that’s the minimum, he imagines that it’ll be a bit longer than that.

She lifts her pointer. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of a child and continuing to run Republic City.” She declares.

“I know.” He replies. “But you don’t have to. I don’t want you to get overwhelmed.”

Azula folds her arms across her chest and fixes him with that precious, grumpy pout. The one that has an extra charm to it these days. “I won’t be overwhelmed. As long as you keep bringing me those boxes of mochi and leaving Jin, TyLee, and I to our night outs every now and again.” She pauses. “As long as you watch the baby one in a while.”

“Of course I’m going to watch the baby too.” He assures her.

“It’s just that…” She furrows her brows. “I don’t want it to be like my family was.”

“It won’t be.” He promises. He watches her absently rub her thumb over the baby bump as she stares out at the city skyline. This isn’t the first time that she has brought up her family. In fact the first two months had consisted of her fretting over what kind of mother she’d be, dreading that their child might grow to resent her as she resented her own mother. The third month brought in a slew of complaints about achiness and feeling sick on top of her former fears.

It was month four that she had started blaming him. Asking him how he could do this to her. ‘This’ referring to a whole slew of things from the discomforts of pregnancy to hormones to every slight change in her appearance. Something that he wagers had been happening too fast for her to get used to.

Things had gotten so tense between the two of them. Where there should have been care and support there had been arguments and stress and, to his surprise, a whole lot of Ursa coming over to listen to her complain about him between bouts of pregnancy advice.

A whole lot of him complaining to his own father about how he can’t deal with her moods anymore. A whole lot of him worrying that she might get sick of this and thrust him into her body again, just to give him a taste of how it feels whether she means to or not.

Month five had been a breath of fresh air. Perhaps she was finally adjusting to things. Or maybe listening to how his father had cared for his mother when she was pregnant with Katara paid off. Either which way, it has been some time since Azula has snapped at him. Some time since he caught her crying to herself when she had assumed she was alone. Some time since she has made a harsh remark about how she looks.

“Can you take a little break, just for me?” He asks. “I was thinking that we could go to that new bending studio that just opened up downtown. I know that you’ve been looking for a way to keep up with your bending without pushing yourself.”

.oOo.

Azula sighs, these days it seems like Sokka is doing more fussing and worrying than she is. She shifts and repositions herself in the chair. It is becoming increasingly harder to find comfortable ways to sit, positions that don’t leave her lower back at least slightly achey.

“Alright, Sokka. I suppose that I can take a break…”

His eyes light up. “I’ll send word to our parents. Dad’s had so many ideas that he wants to implement.”

“I hope that he plans on running those ideas by me first.”

“Your mom will make sure he doesn’t get away with the ‘worst’ ideas.”

“Why are you putting ‘worst’ in air quotes, Sokka?”

“I think that they’re brilliant ideas!” He declares.

Azula rolls her eyes. “We don’t need a elephant-rhino parade stampeding down the streets every month! And who would even clean up after all of the festivities? Your father was suggesting a confetti canon? And you mentioned a fireworks show and a musical re-telling of how Republic City was founded.” She frowns. “Republic City doesn’t need a monthly reminder of that mess…”

“It wasn’t a mess.” Sokka says. “It’s an emotional piece about self-discovery and perseverance under unlikely circumstances.”

Azula rolls her eyes. “Yes, well I would rather not give the people of Republic City more details about my life than they need to know.” She certainly doesn’t want all of those humiliating moments thrown back at her.

“Okay, okay, I can tell him to cut the musical portion of the monthly parade.”

Azula pinches the bridge of her nose. “Perhaps it is a good thing that your father and my mother have started a…”

“You can say relationship.”

“Yes. That. It will keep your father from his antics.” Just as she keeps Sokka from the most ridiculous of his.

.oOo.

He watches Azula pick at her box of mochi as they sit upon the park bench. Caldera Park is her favorite place in Republic City. It, he imagines, is a little touch of home when she misses it but doesn’t have time to make the trip back to the Fire Nation. It has its own koi pond that the turtle-ducks like to float in. Usually that is where they sit. Today, Azula wants a change of scenery. Today she has chosen the rock garden by the waterfall.

“I like listening to it.” She gestures to the small cascade. “It’s relaxing.”

Sokka nods. “It is, isn’t it.”

She holds out a piece of mochi.

“You’re actually sharing your mochi today!?” He quirks a brow.

She nods. “Take it before I change my mind.”

He snatches it up. “Ya know…this reminds me that I’d like to start painting.”

“Painting?” Azula says between bites. “I didn’t realize that you could paint.”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his head. “I am a bit of an artist.” Katara and Jin might beg to differ but with the right brushes and the proper inspiration, he thinks that he could make some pieces that the masters would envy. “Do you want to paint with me?”

“I’m not an artistically inclined person, Sokka. I’ll let you do the painting and I will keep to my hobbies. Most of them anyhow.” She exhales. “It will be nice to get back to proper firebending and sparing.” She rests her hand on the bump. “Not that I don’t enjoy having some extra time to do some reading. I’ve learned some fascinating things about Air Nomad architecture. And some some of Omashu’s history is fascinating…”

Sokka smiles to himself. How can he not when Azula’s eyes are so sparkling and happy. They always have this extra twinkle when he lets her ramble a bit about history—Fire Nation in particular. And when he lets her talk extensively about dragons, of which she has been learning a lot about. Apparently Zuko has promised to take she and their mother to visit Ran and Shaw, something that she has been talking on and on about for a while.

In some ways she doesn’t recognize her anymore; healing and more merciful days have softened her face and her demeanor. She isn’t so rigid and tense these days and her smiles come easier. Sometimes when her hair comes unbound or her clothes start to wrinkle she leaves them that way. A lot of the times he thinks that she doesn’t really notice anymore. He thinks that it suits her very well.

Her speech is lighter too, untroubled and less calculated until they are seated at council meetings anyways. She doesn't always slip easily into conversations, the topics she likes to discuss are somewhat awkward and out of place. It is something that Aang, Katara, and Toph have gotten used to. He has a feeling that at least some degree of awkwardness will always be there and he doesn’t think that he’d have it any other way. He finds that awkward laugh and those nervous smile to be just as endearing as her bolder ones.

And for himself, he thinks that he can soundly say that he has the sort of life he has wanted. He finally has a lover. A woman who doesn’t make him feel careless for his mistakes. A woman who doesn’t accuse him of being insensitive when he doesn’t say the right things. A woman who enjoys hearing his lengthy and long winded speaks about architecture.

It doesn't feel hollow and surface level.

She closes her eyes and leans onto his shoulder. For someone who insists that she doesn’t need breaks she sure seems to enjoy them when she finally gives in and takes one.

And he thinks that he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his days like this; quietly and unremarkable in the park.

But he knows Azula and he knows that she doesn't like to sit idle. Especially not these days when she is finding herself and enjoying the process.

That beautiful, frightening process.

He thinks that he is learning about himself too. Discovering dreams and goals he didn't know that he had.

Azula holds him.close and lets him stroke her hair. These afternoons are his favorite sorts; unburdened and nothing to do aside from relish in successfully completing the more ambitious of his goals. Relish in that he has finally reached a slower point in life.

.oOo.

Sokka doesn't like when she leans on the balcony railings; what if they give way? What if she falls? He has had a lot of phobias as of late. She thinks that he does more worrying than she. And she has set that bar high.

She leans on the railings anyways. She and Sokka had implemented codes and standards. If the railings gave way then clearly they'd designed something wrong.

She yawns and gazes out over the skyline. They'd done good work on it if she did say so. Republic City gleams like a candle, not as much as Caldera City of course but she can still admire the gold of its glow. The way that fires in windows twinkle and glow.

Their next task is to find a way to implement lightningbending as a source of energy. For lighting in particular. Republic City will become a beacon for innovation and progress and she will have some dignity to her name. The dignity that she had sought in the Fire Nation throne.

If she is being honest, she thinks that this suits her much more; ruling a nation already established and hardset in its ways is one thing. Leading a budding nation, one that boasts creativity and advancement.

And that is infinitely more satisfying in her eyes. It keeps her mind from going dull and her spirit from growing restless. It makes her feel useful, needed, and intelligent. She likes to have those reminders now and then.

She likes to have things to pride herself on, things that make her feel successful. Things that soften the blows that her ego had suffered.

“You really like this balcony, don’t you?” Sokka wraps his arms around her middle.

She nods. “I like listening to the people talking below. It’s different than Caldera City.”

“Speaking of, we still need to figure out which dates we’re visiting Caldera and when I’m going to take you to the Water Tribe for the first time.”

“After I have the baby.” She replies. She doesn’t much fancy the notion of coupling the discomforts of pregnancy with the discomforts of travel. And she isn’t certain that she is ready to announce a new member of the royal family to her nation just yet.

There is, of course, a good chance that the word has already made it to the Fire Nation. She hasn’t been particularly secretive about things. Mother has made a point of bringing gifts for the baby when she comes for her visits. Even uncle has given her a blanket for the baby. That is a whole different thing; she hasn’t yet decided if she wants to go to the Jasmine Dragon yet. Zuzu has been begging her to do so.

She has been toying with the idea of visiting father too if only to see him balk at the baby bump and the man responsible for it.

There is a whole lot that she still has to do. A whole lot that she still has to figure out.

There are many things that she wants to do, wants to see, wants to try. Many things that she almost never got to try. And sometimes thinking about it still makes her throat tight and her stomach queasy.

She looks at the scar on her arm.

And she is so glad that it is just that…a scar. A faint trace of unbearable pain. It doesn’t show as prominently on her skin these days. And these days the anguish that brought it there has faded in her mind as well.

Sokka scoops her up and carries her to bed. It has been a few years and those years have been good to her. Good enough that she hasn’t once thought of being anyone but Azula.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #sokka #sokkla #fanfiction

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violentivy · 2 years

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Mother’s Day

I have some incredibly complicated feelings about Mother’s Day anymore.

For context, in 2013 my then husband admitted to something terrible. It was terrible enough that he had to go to jail for a long time.

Child Protective Services, after several court hearings determined that I “knew or should have know that abuse was occurring in my home” and felt that due to my autism that I would not be able to tell if any further abuse occurred. They took my sons, asked my in laws to take care of them while the court case was decided, then ultimately awarded my sons to them. My First ex husband (the father of my daughter) was then able to leverage my perceived incompetence to choke down on my parenting rights to my daughter. Strangely though, he did try to help me make sure I could still have visitation with her, but I later learned that this act was not altruistic but an attempt to get back with me. Once I had a new boyfriend all illusion of nicety toward me vanished completely.

He then turned around and attempted to kill her 4 years later and she ended up with my Mom.

My ex in laws believed in their son’s innocence, (I don’t blame them for that, I would like to think that I would be different but i know I wouldn’t be were one of my sons accused of the same.) It didn’t help matters that he was willing to tell me what he had done, he begrudgingly told friends, he willingly told the Ohio and Michigan Police, but he could not find it within himself to tell his parents. Now whether or not that is admission of guilt or Innocence I will never truly know. I believe he did what he is accused of, but I have also admittedly been dealing with the aftermath for 9 years now.

It has changed my brain. I did not used to have ADHD, I was able to turn my focus to things easily, and stay focused on them. My brain’s very chemistry has changed.

Adding to that, my Mom wasn’t the most understanding, caring or concerned person in the world at all. She was verbally, mentally, and yes even physically abusive through much of my childhood. She had a very hard time regulating her emotions. Being mentally ill, however, she doesn’t remember she did any of that. She thinks that my pseudo avoidance of her isn’t for any sort of good reason at all. I had filled this mother wound with my ex mother in law who now rejects me because I sent her son to jail...

SOOOOOO, as you can see, things are a bit fucky. Things have gotten a bit better since my oldest son and I have been in regular contact. It’s really tricky to explain to him how I feel, or why. (He’s on here, I am very intentionally just writing and leaving this somewhere where he can find it so that he can read it at his own pace or tolerance level.) So, I’m going to see if I can explain this.

The Mother/Child bond is one of the few bonds that is not supposed to be called into question. You should never, ever have to wonder if your Mother loves and misses you, the answer should always be yes. I cannot speak for all Birthgivers here, but I can speak for me.

When I was pregnant with all of my kids, I had all of these different dreams. Each of them had a different personality in utero. My daughter was very demanding on my system. I always felt tired, couldn’t eat much of anything the entire time I was pregnant with her, and just... HORMONE CITY USA.

We do not always get a snapshot into who our children will become. It breaks my heart that I never really got to know these 4 little people who took up residence in my body and soul for months (years). One of the great pleasures of motherhood is finding out who your kids become. I have been unfairly deprived of that gift.

I may never forgive my ex husband for his dishonesty with his parents. EVER. I may continue to look back on our life together and have fond memories. Part of me is still surprised when I wake up next to someone else every day, but that has faded a lot over time.

My oldest son was an easy pregnancy. Although he was born almost immediately following a car wreck, he was just the happiest and brightest baby. He was legitimately the happiest baby of all of my kids. Most my kids come out looking like clones of me, however he was a clone of his father. He would happily just sit in his room for hours reading books and figuring out puzzles. When he got older he loved video games more than anything. He was rough and tumble; trying to learn parkour by the time he was 3 or 4. I referred to him as my Sun (in the analogy of the Sun, Moon and Stars. Bright, loud, masculine energy.)

My middle son was a more difficult pregnancy. I was raising a toddler and a preteen, had a homeless woman living with us, and my then husband developed migraines. We spent a lot of that pregnancy running to the hospital to take my ex to get his head looked at. Normally, his epilepsy was not well controlled, so we did prefer these headaches to the seizures for the most part. My oldest daughter was now super excited, having gotten a taste of having a younger brother and absolutely loving having another kid to play with. (Like her cousins before they were forced to move to Northern Ireland, but that’s another story.)

But my middle guy was not nearly as kind to my system as my oldest son was. Every mental illness I had got louder and larger until it screamed.

and right on time, his exact due date, he came out about 4am. Right. On. Time. I came to learn very early on that this was an indicator of exactly the kind of child he was to become.

Middle guy had to have everything JUST so from go and he was a Mama clone, again.

We thought he was a girl at first because the midwife showed up in the midst of a migraine, and let’s just say my middle son was modest from birth. (He refused to open his legs to anyone!) I remember having to call my then Mother in Law back, only to find her phone busy for hours. We had told her we had a girl.

I don’t know exactly how that got corrected but it did. I developed post partum depression AND a fun add on of post partum paranoia! -5 out of 10, would advise to avoid at all costs.

He also told me at 3 in earnest that he thought he was born in the wrong body, but after being spirited away to my ex in laws, he was raised male. My Ex in laws are rather conservative. (I likely would have raised him non binary until he figured out who exactly he wanted to be.) I look at it this way: he evidently was meant to be raised male.

The night before my children were moved to my ex in laws house was the first night before school started. My middle son said that he didn’t want to live with me anymore and would rather live with his grandparents. He got his wish. I don’t think that’s actually what he wanted. I think he was a very tired little boy who just wanted to feel safe and get some sleep.

My last few weeks with my children were chaotic at best. I wasn’t allowed to bring them to see my ex in laws for a long long while. It was only 2 weeks but it felt like forever.

My Moon. Cool, feminine, dark energy. I always pictured my middle guy being a goth. I got that one wrong from the very limited context I have.

My youngest was another bright and sunny child. He was incredibly unexpected as my ex husband and I were living separately at the time of conception. We had gone on a weekend trip and apparently that’s when our youngest was conceived.

I’ve always kind of had issues perceiving stuff in my body, this is one of the ways my Dyspraxia manifests I think. So, I wasn’t aware I was pregnant til I was about 7 months along with him. We were in the middle of another CPS case, to be fair, so I assumed all of the uncomfortable feelings in the first trimester were nerves. When I started feeling movement, I finally scored a positive on a pregnancy test. I went to my doctor (I had used midwives before this), asking him if we could get an ultrasound to find out how far along this baby was and he begrudgingly agreed. “We consider midwifery to be neglecting prenatal care, and I really don’t think that’s a good idea, but we’ll at least get you the darned ultrasound so that you know how far along you are.”

and yup, I had to hit the ground running PRETTTTYYYY fast.

The labor for my youngest was the longest. My youngest son in about the cheekiest move ever decided it was time the day before a CPS case worker was to do a wellness check on my kids at my house. We... Didn’t answer the door when she arrived at 9am. Namely because the children were obviously not there.

Then I had to call her back and explain that I was pregnant and that I hadn’t mentioned it because I thought it was obvious. (It really wasn’t; I wore normal clothes but bigger through that pregnancy.)

I had read an article that children in France have a better relationship with food because their parents feed them by hand right up until they are 4 or 5 and I thought “Oh that actually seems like a good idea!” so, I was hand feeding him. We had some real bonding time over that. Then, when he was 3 me and his father were taken from him.

From what I understand he is an overeater now. That is 100% my fault.

I know the kid who can read this knows that I didn’t intend for any of this to happen.

I intended to be there for all of this. I am completely heartbroken that I do not get the chance to be your parent. I have been fighting since the day you were taken away to see you all again, but it seems that your adoptive parents have a bit of a cruel streak. I hurt their little boy by sending him for jail for a crime I believe he did. They don’t.

And, until that can resolve, this is just the way it will be

#Birthmom #Firstmom

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soulrph · 3 years

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pregnancy prompts ( pt. 1 )

i’m seeing a lot of baby fever on the dash lately, PLUS a lovely nonnie asked for angsty pregnancy prompts and i wasn’t able to, so have some lighter baby prompts instead! love to all!

" is... is it mine? "

" have you thought of any baby names? "

" i thought the doctor put you on bed rest? "

" hey! i got you starbucks! decaf, of course. "

" have you had any cravings yet? "

" ah... i know. morning sickness is no fun, huh? "

" i'm pregnant. "

" you're going to be a mother/father/aunt/uncle/etc. "

" i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. "

" the pregnancy test... it's yours. right? "

“ does the father know? “

“ who’s the father? “

“ it doesn’t matter about the father. i’m here to support you and this baby, no matter what. okay? “

“ you’re not alone. it takes a village to raise a kid, right? “

" i want... a cheeseburger. with fries. and a strawberry shake. and onion rings... "

" that was a kick! "

" was that a kick? "

" is it a boy or a girl? "

" what color paint do you want? for the nursery? "

" we need to go shopping! baby clothes, maternity clothes, furniture, all of it! "

" i... we should get married. right? that's what you do, when... when there's a kid? "

" i know it was just a one night stand, but... i'm gonna support you. whatever you decide to do. "

" shit... um... i-i'm the dad. right? "

" you got that pregnancy glow. "

" hey... this is new for both of us. but i reckon you're going to be a terrific mother/father/parent. "

" i... i slept with someone else while we were separated. they won't pick up their phone, but... i'm not sure if you're the father or not. "

" maybe we should move in together. n-not permanently. just until the baby's born. "

" wait a minute. heartbeats?! plural?! we're having twins/triplets/etc?! "

" woah... this pram costs more than three months rent. "

" ikea really knows how to make building a crib stressful... "

" god, i'm a mess. i cried yesterday while watching an advertisement for fence paint. hormones are something else... "

" can i have your fries? don't judge me, the baby's hungry. "

" my back's been killing me for the last month, and i have four more months to go... my chiropractor's gonna have a field day. "

" i know we want this to be a secret, but people are getting suspicious. i can only turn down champagne so many times... "

" wanna go with me for the next scan? it's a big one, we get to keep a copy for the baby book. "

" oh, you best believe i'm signing up for all the babysitting duty. "

" would you like to be their godfather/godmother? "

" i'm their honorary aunt/uncle, let me spoil the little kiddo! "

" they have the instructions for this crib in every language except english. they have it in irish! who has it in irish?! "

" no! no mayonnaise! it's bad for pregnant people! "

" i took the test nine times, okay, and all of them are positive. this is real. this is happening. "

" i always wanted kids... "

" that kid's gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the world. "

" don't look at me like that, okay? we're going totally tee-total until the baby comes. "

" i swear, if i read one more baby book... "

" i wouldn't mind, but all the women i meet when i go outside the door, all have different advice for me. the bump is like a magnet to them... "

" i wouldn't blame you if you walked away, you know. you never signed up for a baby. "

" one thing's for sure... everything's going to change the minute people find out about the baby. "

" here! i got you some take-out. and i researched like, fifty mommy blogs to make sure this stuff was totally safe and healthy for you. "

" i don't know if i ever had a plan for my life, but... if i did, i think pregnancy was later down the road. "

" my love, starting a family with you... it's my greatest wish. but if you're not ready, that's okay. what will be, will be. "

" hey, why don't we plan a baby shower! "

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luveline · 3 years

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in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]

tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1.8k

You glared at your reflection.

You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.

You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.

That was years ago.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.

Nothing worked.

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.

It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.

If Fred saw you like this...

You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.

It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.

You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.

It was your deepest insecurity.

The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.

It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.

You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.

You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.

"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."

"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."

"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."

"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.

He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, Fred."

He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"

"Both of them?"

You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.

"Y/N?"

"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.

He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."

You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.

He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.

It got so bad you couldn't go to class.

Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.

NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.

What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.

Fucking badly.

You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.

Your stomach growled hungrily.

You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.

The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.

A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.

"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."

The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."

"Thank you," you said.

You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.

"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."

You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.

You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.

"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.

"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."

Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.

He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.

Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.

You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.

Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.

"Y/N," he said.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"

"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.

"I..." you looked down at your hands.

A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.

"Well, are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."

"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.

"I know."

You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.

"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Fred was stricken.

"I know it's - ugly."

"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."

"Fred, my face-"

"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.

"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.

"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.

"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."

"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.

Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.

He thought you were beautiful.

You smiled into his shirt.

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work.

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest."

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

---

Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago.

#bnha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere x reader #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa

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mcheang · 3 years

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@pendoodlex Do an Adrien Salt where Lila lies about Chat Noir and Ladybug being in a relationship and Adrien confirms the lie.

It’s my love life!

It’s easy to lie about stuff people want to hear. Alya was greedy for any gossip about Ladybug and loved support for her theories on Ladybug.

Recently they debated on Ladybug’s true age. Was she an immortal with teenage hormones and atttiude? Or simply a teenager?

Now they were on to Ladybug’s love life.

Lila: Of course LadyNoir is a thing. Ladybug just denies it because she doesn’t want to give Hawkmoth any more reason to target Chat Noir, but it’s obvious how much they care for each other.

Alya: Yes! A witness to Ladynoir!

Marinette: a lying witness

Nathaniel frowned. “I don’t know, Lila…”

Before Lila could insist she was correct, Adrien actually jumped in. “It’s true. Ladybug and Chat Noir are a couple. Sorry, Nathaniel, but she’s off the market.”

Marinette froze. Did Adrien just lie to Nathaniel about her love life? Just so no one would interfere with their beloved Ladynoir fandom?

WTH???

Overwhelmed by her hurt and rage, Marinette actually grabbed Adrien’s hand and dragged him out of the classroom, her face burning red.

Some assumed she was trying out another one of her confession schemes. Lila thought Marinette was going to tell Adrien she was a liar (eh, he already knew.)

In a far off corner, Marinette was whisper-yelling at Adrien. “What are you thinking? It’s one thing to ignore Lila’s lies, it’s another to endorse them! LadyNoir is not real!”

Thinking that Marinette still had a crush on Chat Noir, Adrien winced and rubbed his head. “I’m sorry, Marinette. But it’s true. Ladybug and Chat Noir are a couple.”

“No, they are not! Where’s your proof?“ She demanded.

Adrien thought quickly. “I saw them kissing on a rooftop last week.”

Marinette raised a brow. “Are you sure you weren’t just dreaming?” Her voice was heavy with skepticism.

Adrien: Positive.

Marinette: Well, I’m not sorry to say that you’re wrong. Ladybug and Chat Noir are not a couple.

Adrien: and how are you so sure? Just because you have a crush on Chat-

Marinette: Because Ladybug visited me after my dad was akumatized!

Adrien:…what?

Marinette took a deep breath. She hated lying but she also couldn’t stand lies about her.

“Ladybug consoled me after Chat rejected me. She reminded me about the other great boys in my life and ones I have yet to meet. And I asked her why she wouldn’t date Chat. Do you know what she told me?”

Adrien was quiet.

“She said she was in love with a boy from her own civilian life, not Chat Noir. To be honest, he’s not even her type.”

Adrien perked up. “Ladybug has a type?”

Marinette: Obviously. From what I hear, she’s more into the sensitive soul kind of guy.

Adrien: Chat is sensitive!

Marinette just stared at her crush in disbelief. “Um, yeah, no. The dude sulks whenever he gets rejected and has no idea what no means. For crying out loud, he gave me a pink rose before dumping me, and that was after he ate the treats my dad baked for him.”

Adrien: For someone with a crush on the hero, you sure sound bitter.

Marinette exhaled again, calming herself. “I’m not bitter. I’ve moved on, truly. Enough to see what Ladybug meant when she said I’ll move on soon enough. I’m over Chat.“

Adrien raise his brows.

Marinette continued, “I’ve been able to analyse his actions without the hero-crush filters. Be honest, Adrien, how would you feel at having to constantly reject the same person over and over again? Wouldn’t you be annoyed by their repeated flirtations?”

Adrien shrugged. “I reject fans all the time. Well, not exactly. I just ignore their love letters.“

Marinette shook her head. “That doesn’t count. You don’t know those people. Let’s say Chloe was going to confess her love to you every day. And you have to reject her every day. When you reject her, she raises a fuss and causes an akuma. How would you feel about your childhood friend?”

Adrien grimaced. “That would suck. I would avoid Chloe just to avoid her confessions.”

Marinette raised her hand, like there you go. Point proven.

Adrien wasn’t done. “But,” he insisted stubbornly, “it’s different for LadyNoir. They’re partners. Yin and Yang. A superhero duo. Who else is she going to end up with if not her partner? These kinds of pairings always win in the end.”

Marinette: that’s just sad. You’re comparing Ladybug’s love life to fiction. Life isn’t a fairy tale, Adrien. you don’t decide who Ladybug ends up with, and it’s not right for you to lie about her either.

Adrien: LadyNoir will happen. I’m sure of it.

Marinette: You’re not even going to take back that lie, are you?

Adrien: Why would I? It’s going to be fact.

Marinette said sadly, “Goodbye, Adrien.”

After school, Marinette tore down her posters of Adrien. Filters removed, indeed.

Tikki: Don’t worry, Marinette. I’m sure things will come right in the end.

Marinette: that doesn’t mean I can’t help set things back in order. Tikki, spots on!

Alya turned around at a tapping on her window.

Alya: Ladybug!

Ladybug: Hey, Alya. Listen, I’ve been reading your blog, and I need to set some facts straight.

Alya: Is this about revealing your love life? Because honestly, it would be better to be honest about your love life than to let others hope they have a shot with you. Remember Copycat?

Ladybug: That’s my point. I’m not dating Chat Noir. I don’t even like him that way. Lila has been lying to you, Alya.

Alya: Um, she’s your Best Friend…

Ladybug: When did I ever say that?

Alya:…….. ……….Why didn’t you correct me before today, then?

Ladybug sighed. “Because i had called her out in front of Adrien, and she got akumatized. And when she disappeared for a while, I figured there was no need to bring her up.“

Alya: Hold on. Adrien knew Lila was lying?

Ladybug: Yes. Though I’m sure he must have his own reasons for protecting Lila. But back to my point. I am not dating Chat Noir, and I am not interested in him like that. My love life is mine to decide, not for others to insist on just because they prefer me with Chat. How would you like it if Parisians started pairing you with Pegasus or Monkey King instead of Carapace? With them insisting you break up with Nino just to be with someone they chose for you?”

“That would be annoying,“ admitted Alya. “And invasive.”

Ladybug: I want to do a live interview, to clear the matter up once and for all.

In this interview, Ladybug was professional and succinct as she stated she doesn’t know Lila Rossi and she is not in a relationship with Chat. She doesn’t want to hurt her fans, but her love life is for her to handle.

Unable to help herself, Alya asked, “If you don’t like Chat, who do you like? You don’t have to give any names, but just one little tidbit, please?”

Eh, why not?

Ladybug leaned back on her hands and smiled, her eyes going faraway and dreamy. “Mature. That’s all I’ll say.”

After all, Luka had always supported her crush on Adrien. He never pushed her, but was always there for her. Why didn’t she how good he was? Oh right, Adrien filters.

Lila was fuming. How could she show her face again? Where was an akuma when you wanted one?

The akuma was drawn to a LadyNoir fanatic.

Fight fight fight. Chat was noticeably sulky at having been rejected on air.

When Alya came over to interview, he insisted he would not give up on Ladybug. Alya raised her brows, “Yeah that’s fine. But just don’t be pushy about it. And from your attitude earlier during the battle, I don’t think you fit Ladybug’s ideal criteria.”

Chat flushed and turned away, using his baton to propel himself home.

At school, Lila was playing truant, and Alya was grilling Adrien for keeping quiet.

Adrien: her lies weren’t hurting anyone!

Alya: I’m taking into account your isolated childhood, so let me just say, lies are hurtful. And it’s not right to encourage and spread her lies either.

Adrien: LadyNoir has to happen!

Nino shook his head in disgust. “You sound like that akuma last night. Ladybug has the right to decide who she wants to be with. If you ship LadyNoir, that’s fine. But you shouldn’t let it get this far to decide for Ladybug who she ends up with.”

Alya sighed, “Let’s blame Gabriel for this and hope Adrien can still be saved.”

Alya also understood when Marinette gave up on Adrien after seeing his behavior. She was interested in Luka but decided to wait because she didn’t want him to be a rebound guy.

Anyway, Adrien learned to keep his opinions to himself when all they got him was disapproval.

Ladybug’s interview caused the Parisians to question if the Italian diplomat should even still be in Paris if her daughter likes to spout lies about their heroine. How could she let her own daughter lie about stuff like that? It was enough that Mrs Rossi was questioned at work and her ignorance unveiled.

Yeah, Mrs Rossi would be lucky to keep her job after this but it was suggested Lila be sent outside Paris since she would certainly be unhappy with her new pariah status. Lila was sent to a correctional facility where no one was charmed by her falsehoods. Hell, she couldn’t even contact her mother because she was even busier trying to make amends.

When Ladybug finally told Chat she was happily in a relationship with her new boyfriend, he was sulky. Oh sure, he continued to fight alongside Ladybug but he was hopeful that she would break up with her boyfriend.

Plagg: that’s a horrible reaction. Can’t you just be happy for Ladybug?

Adrien: love is irrational and can’t be reasoned with, Plagg.

Plagg: then can you at least be polite and respectful to Ladybug’s wishes that you stop flirting with her?

Adrien: fine. Being Chat Noir was a chance to finally express myself, though.

Plagg: there’s a difference between freedom of expression and being rude/disrespectful/obnoxious

Adrien tried to date Kagami, but she broke up with him. There was no point in continuing the relationship when Adrien was so fixed on Ladybug.

I’m gonna leave this open ended. Any ideas how you would end this story?

#miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ml fic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ml salt fic #Adrien salt #Lila is exposed #Lila gets exposed #post-Chameleon #Marinette x Luka

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Dirty Laundry {Frankie Morales x F!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Postpartum depression, childbirth

For @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday 5-19-21

Frankie opened the door to the house, sighing when he hears silence. At least the baby was asleep. He creeps in and shuts the door quietly and sets his keys down on the table.

He ignores the dirty glasses that are sitting on the coffee table, the baby items that are strewn around. All of those can be dealt with later.

He sighs as he slips out of his shoes, padding down the hall in his socked feet, reaching the end of the darkened walk way and reaching for the door knob.

You hadn’t been doing very well. Postpartum had hit you hard with the new baby, and he didn’t know if he was going to come home to tears or shouting from one day to the next. It wasn’t your fault, it was your hormones, he knew that.

Except that you kept blaming yourself. Comparing yourself to mothers that seemingly had everything in order and didn’t miss a beat after giving birth. Wanting, no needing everything to be perfect and being frustrated with yourself when it wasn’t. From the baby not latching on properly to not having the energy to cook dinner, Frankie had held you while you cried about being a failure at everything.

He had mentioned making a doctor’s appointment. Wanting you to talk to them and have them help you. Point you in the right direction or just assure you that it was normal. That you weren’t going crazy.

Pushing the door open, he hears a sniffle, his heart clenching and he knows that something else has gone wrong in your mind. He had called to check on you several times and most times the baby crying had pulled you away before he could find out if you were okay.

You are laying on your side, away from him. “Baby?” He asks softly, shuffling his hat off his head to toss into the nightstand. The baby monitor was on and he was grateful to see that he was sleeping quietly in the crib.

“Frankie?” You turn and give him a miserable look. “I- I didn’t think you’d be home yet.” You push yourself up to your elbow, eyes filling with tears.

“What’s wrong, hermosa?” Normally the term of endearment makes you smile, but this time it makes your chin wobble and tears spill down your cheeks. “Shhh shhhh, no crying baby.” Crawling up into the bed, he leans forward and wipes away your tears, sitting on his knees to look you over. “What’s wrong? Baby, talk to me.” He pleads, his soft eyes begging you to open up like you had begged him less than a year ago.

“The house is a mess, dinner didn’t thaw in time and I didn’t even do the fucking laundry like I promised!” You cry out, anger lacing your words.

Frankie looks over to where your head had turned, the basket full and the dresser drawers askew. He tsks, shaking his head and pushing you down to the bed gently. Laying behind you and curling around your body and holding you in his arms.

“Fuck the laundry.” He grumbles, tightening his hold on you. “It’s just dirty laundry, baby. It can wait.”

You give a watery chuckle and shake your head. “No it can’t, I’ve been wearing your t-shirts and the baby puked over all of them. You have nothing to wear.”

Frankie chuckles and just burrows in closer to you. “It’s just dirty laundry.” He repeats softly. “What we are going to do is take a nap, me and you, while the little man is snoozing. When he wakes up, I’m going to change and feed him while you order a pizza and then you can watch me take care of the two of you tonight.”

You are quietly for a long moment, making him wonder if you started crying again. Until he hears a soft “really?”

“Really baby.” He kisses the back of your neck and rubs your stomach where the baby had been just a few weeks ago. “Don’t worry about a thing, it’s just dirty laundry. My girl doesn’t cry over that. Not while I’m here.”

You sigh, your own arm coming up to hug his and he can feel your body relax. The tension draining out of you and he smiles. You would be okay, he would make sure of it. He wasn’t going to let you or his son down.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction #frankie 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #tw post partum #tw childbirth #tw depression #writer wednesday

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icerosecrystal · 3 years

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Daminette - How to Fail Being a Parent 101

(3rd Person POV)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The girl that went from having everything to nothing. At least, that’s what it felt like right now. She still had Jagged and Penny, supporting her. But her parents threw her out of the house after the believed Lila’s lies. The shiny new thing over their daughter! Her friends also thought of her as a bully. At the age of 17, Marinette had no friends and no family. But little did she know that everything was soon going to change for her.

(Edna Mode’s POV)

Enda Mode was a great designer. But, she wanted, no needed an apprentice to carry her legacy. When Jagged Stone, along with his assistant Penny and Clara, told her of their designer MDC, she was ecstatic. And her designs were beautiful. Yes, MDC had the right amount of talent to be Edna’s apprentice. All she had to was find her.

She was walking to the bakery in Paris, where Jagged said his niece would most likely be. She arrived at the bakery and opened the door walking inside. There were two people inside. She asked them, “Hello, darlings. Do you, by any chance, know where Marinette is?”

She watched as both of the people stiffened, and then the female replied, “No, we used to be her parents, but we no longer consider her a daughter!”

Edna was confused by that. As far as Jagged said, Marinette’s parents had a good relationship with her. So what changed? She then once more asked, “Do you where I might be able to find her, darlings?”

Marinette’s supposed mother grew angry, “Who cares where she is! And if you’re trying to find her. You must be one of the bad influences that Lila was talking about, so get out of our bakery!”

Edna huffed and turned on her heel, walking out of the bakery door. Once she was outside, she pulled out her phone and called Jagged. “Jagged, I tried to go to the bakery, but her parents said that they kicked her out. Or at least they implied it by saying that she was no longer their daughter.”

“What?! That’s so not rock-and-roll! Hmm, well, Marinette did buy a safe house. If I remember correctly, the address is nineteen dauphin bleu. Good luck, and let me know when you find her.”

“Sure sure, darling,” Edna replied before ending the phone call. She quickly went to the address in hopes of finding her.

(Marinette’s POV)

Marinette was not sulking! She swears she isn’t! She’s just sad that her parents didn’t believe her. And hadn’t been doing anything for the past two days other than eating and watching shitty rom-coms… Okay, maybe she was sulking. But could you blame her! Her parents believed a liar over her, plus she had shitty coping skills with Hawkmoth still around. Before Hawkmoth, she would have cried for hours on end while eating strawberry ice cream. Now, she couldn’t do that at risk of an akumatization, and she was Ladybug. Fuck Hawkmoth, fuck Lila, fuck her stupid hormones.

The doorbell then rang. Marinette dragged herself to the door, not stopping to look through the peek hole. She regretted that because once she opened the door, on the other side, she found THE EDNA MODE. Marinette jumped in surprise and started to try and fix her appearance while rambling, “Oh my god, you’re Edna Mode. I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was going to be you at the door! Otherwise, I would have made myself more presentable! Oh my god, it’s you!!! Most consider you better than Audrey Bourgeois, Style Queen herself. It is such an honor.”

Edna cut off Marinette’s rambling with a hand to her shoulder, “Please, darling, the pleasure all mine. I’m so happy to meet the famous MDC that Jagged, Clara, and Penny have been telling me so much about.” At hearing those words, Marinette looked seconds from passing out.

Edna followed Marinette to the couch and told her, “Now, I went to your parent’s bakery, but they said that they were no longer your parents. So, I want you to tell Auntie Edna everything! Okay?”

Marinette nodded, still in shock. She quickly shook her head to clear her head and then went on to explain about Lila. “There was this girl that came to my school three years ago. She claimed that she had an amazing life. And it would have been believable if all the things that she mentioned weren’t false. For example, she said that Jagged Stone wrote a song for her when she saved his cat from an airport runway. Jagged never had a cat. Civilians aren’t allowed on airport runways. And she’s making Jagged look like a pedophile, she’s underage, and he’s an adult. If she continues claiming this, Jagged could go to jail. There are a lot more unbelievable claims that she makes. Anyways, I knew she was lying, so I tried to disprove her lies. But, she covered it up. I went to the bathroom to cool down. Lila then came inside and confronted me, saying that she would take all my friends away. I didn’t think she would do it, I mean, I had faith in my friends.” Marinette’s voice cracked, and she started sobbing.

Edna waited for Marinette to continue talking. Marinette inhaled sharply and then continued, “My friends believed her over me. They knew me so much longer. But they picked the shinier thing. They bullied me every day, and Lila told them that I was bullying her. She made them beat me up, steal, and destroy my stuff. I thought that my parents would at least support me, but no, the wish of them supporting me was too much to ask. My parents also believed Lila over their daughter. THEIR DAUGHTER!!! They raised me, loved me, and then they believe someone else over me. At first, they started neglecting me, but then Lila came over one day and told them that I had given her death threat. After that, they kicked me out. I didn’t tell anyone not to feel weak. Now, here I am.”

Marinette finished talking and cried, letting loose all of the tears she had been holding in, but she then stopped. Enda looked at Marinette and told her something that shocked the daylights out of her, “Just because your Ladybug, that doesn’t mean you can’t let loose your emotions. If you bag all of it up, you will be at a larger risk of an akumitization. But, if you let your emotions out little by little, you won’t be as subjected to an akumitization.”

Marinette started stammering out excuses, shocked that Edna had figured it out, “O-oh I’m not Ladybug, I-i’m too clumsy to be her. L-ladybug has to be someone a-amazing to do what she d-does.”

Before she could continue, Edna held up her hand, effectively shutting Marinette up. “Marinette, darling, you don’t have to lie to me. Only an idiot would not be able to figure out your Ladybug. You look so much like her. (I did watch the NY special. And they did say that the magic of the miraculous is interfering with finding the identity of the heroes. But let’s pretend that the magic isn’t interfering, and everyone is just clueless. Well, they are clueless, but more clueless if possible.) Anyways, the reason that I was seeking you out in the first place was that I wanted you to be my apprentice. Would you like that?”

Marinette nodded, unable to speak. It was like a dream come true to her. When she rejected Audrey’s offer for an internship, she still had a reason to stay in Paris. Now that she had nothing left, this was the perfect way for her to get a new start, to leave her old life behind. Plus, who in their right mind would turn down being the apprentice of Edna Mode. Not an intern, an apprentice.

Edna clapped her hands together after Marinette gave her consent for being an apprentice. “That’s great, darling. Go pack everything you need. We’re leaving tomorrow at 6:00 AM.”

Marinette nodded, “Where will we be living?”

“Gotham City, New Jersey.”

(Time skip of a year)

(Edna’s POV)

It had been a year since Edna had gone to France to seek out Marinette or MDC. Since then, they moved to Gotham City, and Marinette made a name for herself there. She was an incredibly talented and a hard worker. She worked well under pressure and took criticism well. A lot of times, Marinette’s designs would bypass even her own. It would surprise Edna, but she was proud of her little coccinelle. She wanted to adopt Marinette, but she first wanted Marinette’s approval. For all Edna knew, Marinette wouldn’t want to have a parent figure again after what happened with her parents. Even if Edna didn’t adopt Marinette, she wanted Marinette to be the heir to Mode companies.

Today, Edna was meeting up with Bruce Wayne. He wanted him and his sons to get some suits, so today was the fitting. Marinette was with another client today so, she wouldn’t be meeting them. She heard the doorbell rang. That must be them, she thought. She opened the gates for them to enter the premises. A minute later, they were knocking on the front door. She let them in. When Edna saw them, she huffed at the height of all of the Wayne boys.

She went up to Bruce and beckoned him to bend down. Once he did saw, she greeted him with a kiss to each cheek and exclaimed “, Darling, I’m so glad that could make it. It’s so nice to see you and the rest of your boys.”

Bruce cleared his throat, “It’s nice to see you too, Edna. So, are we just doing measurements today, or are you also going to give us a design for the suits?”

“Ah, Bruce dear,” Edna started, “Art takes time. Plus, my amazing new apprentice will be designing your suits.”

Dick and Jason started laughing. “Look Bruce,” Dick guffawed, “She’s pulling a Bruce.” Tim laughed along with the other two, while Damian looked to be seconds away from smiling.

Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead, “I’m sorry about them, Edna. You would think that a grown 30-year-old man would have some respect. I swear he has the maturity of a five-year-old.”

Edna waved him off, “Ah, it’s no harm done, Bruce. Dick is also right. I fully plan to adopt my apprentice. I only need her approval before I do so. I mean, she did turn eighteen only recently.”

Bruce looked shocked at this revelation, as did his sons, who were joking, not thinking in the slightest that it could be true. The great Edna Mode had never taken in an apprentice in her life, nor would she ever think of adopting someone. It was so out of character for her. “What happened to the girl that you feel this way,” Bruce asked.

Edna sighed, “Other than being a brilliant designer, who designs could rival my own, my little coccinelle has had a hard life. There was a girl who lied about her. This girl made all of her friends bully and isolate her. The worst part was when my coccinelle’s parents believed the liar over their daughter. They threw her out. When I heard about her designing from Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale, I went to Paris to seek her out. When I went to her bakery, her parents were rude. I called and asked Jagged where she could be. He gave me her address. When I went there, she was a mess. I offered her the apprenticeship, she accepted. And a year later, here we are.”

The Wayne’s looked shocked at this. They then snapped out of it and, Edna then took their measurement and took note of any extra preferences they might have. She also asked what color they wanted for the suit jacket, shirt, and pants. Edna then asked whether they preferred a bow tie or a necktie. Finally, she asked what color they wanted the lining of their suits to be.

On their way out, Bruce asked Edna, “Would you and your apprentice like to come to the Wayne gala in return for making the suits in such short notice. Oh, and it is in two weeks.” Edna agreed and saw them out. Once they left, she sighed deeply. She then smiled to herself, thinking about Marinette’s reaction to the gala and having to design Wayne’s suits.

(Marinette’s POV)

Marinette was having a mental breakdown. WHY? Because Edna decided that having Marinette design Wayne’s suits was a good idea, as was going to Wayne Gala. So right now, Marinette was having a meltdown. And what was Edna doing? She was watching Marinette become a stuttering mess and trying to figure out how she was going to do something like this.

“Marinette, calm down! Just do your best and, you’ll figure the rest out,” Edna told her.

Marinette nodded and went to her room to start planning the designs and creating them. For almost two weeks, she worked tirelessly on end to complete the designs, and make a dress for herself. And by the day before the gala, Marinette had completed the suits. Alfred came to Edna’s manor to get them for the Waynes.

Once Alfred picked them up, Edna went to Marinette’s room and knocked. Once Marinette said to come in, Edna opened the door and walked in. Marinette looked at Edna, wondering why she was here. But, she then asked a question that Marinette so happy, “My little coccinelle, would you like it if I adopted you?”

Marinette couldn’t answer from happiness. Instead, she jumped on Edna with tears in her eyes and kept on chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” They both sat like that until Marinette fell asleep, happy that they were now legally going to be family.

On the day of the Wayne gala, Marinette wore a burgundy dress with silver details on the upper part of the dress. She wore silver shoes that had a glass flower on the toes and a silver handbag. Marinette, also matching silver earrings and a necklace. She decided to let her hair loose into beautiful waves.

Edna wore a simple black dress with some white pearl details along with a black handbag with silver and black shoes.

They then left for the Wayne gala. Once they arrived at the Wayne gala, they spotted the Wayne’s wearing Marinette’s amazing designs.

Once the Waynes spotted Edna, they walked over in hopes of meeting her apprentice. Edna saw them coming and Marinette to them. “Boys, this is my apprentice Marinette Mode. Marinette, this is Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian.”

“Wait, so you legally adopted her?” Tim asked.

“Yes, I did, yesterday,” Edna replied.

Marinette smiled brightly at the Waynes and said, “It’s nice to meet you all. I hope that you like the suits that I made.” The Wayne’s gave their gratitude for the suits. They then all dispersed, except for Damian. He was still staring at Marinette, as Marinette was staring at him. They both started talking at the same time,

“Hi, it’s nice-”

“Hey, I rea-”

They both laughed, and Marinette said, “You go first.”

“I was going to tell you how fond I am of this suit. You did an acceptable job.”

“Thank you,” Marinette muttered, “I was going to say that it’s nice to meet you. So tell me about yourself.”

And the pair went on to talking about anything and everything together. Marinette couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. How his beautiful tan skin glistened in the light. How soft his dark, silky hair looked, and his eyes. Oh, his eyes were the best part, a perfect balance between jade and emerald green, giving it a shine, but not making it look toxic. He was so handsome. As she continues talking with him, she realized, she liked him, she wanted him to kiss her, hold her. But they had just met. Little did she know that Damian had similar thoughts running through his head.

(3rd person POV)

Damian thought that Marinette was absolutely beautiful with her silky raven hair. Her pink pouty lips along with her glistening bluebell eyes. Her fair skin was showered with little freckles that made her even prettier. Words could not describe how beautiful she was.

From an outside view, Marinette and Damian were looking like lovesick fools. Laughing, talking, never leaving each other’s side. By the end of the night, they separated with each other’s phone number, and a promise to meet again for a date.

(Time Skip of three months)

(Marinette POV)

It had been three months since the gala. The day after the gala, Damian took her to Gotham park for a nice picnic. On their second date, they went to the rooftop of one of Bruce’s buildings and watched the sunset from there. Their third date was the date where Damian asked Marinette if she would like to be his girlfriend. He took her to an expensive restaurant and after they walked on the pier. There he took out a necklace with a silver chain and “I love you for always and forever” written on it. The pendant was in the shape of a heart. He gave it to her as he asked her to be his girlfriend. She jumped on him kissing him with so much force and passion and then pulled away, breathing out a, “Yes!”

Since then, they had been inseparable. Damian and Marinette told each other everything. Well, almost everything, she still hadn’t told Damian about being Ladybug. And Marinette knew he was also hiding something the way he would get bruises for no reason. She didn’t know what he was hiding until she stumbled across something when she was at the Manor one day.

She had gotten lost again. The Wayne Manor was huge. Marinette knew she was going to get lost, but she always had someone to help her. Marinette then heard some noises. She stumbled towards the noise. The sight that she was met with made her head throb. There in front of her were the occupants of the house. But not as the Wayes. No, they were there as the Bat-Family. The Waynes were the BAT FAMILY! Of course, she would end up falling in love with a vigilante.

Once they caught sight of her, all noises ceased. They didn’t do anything until Damian let out a feeble, “Beloved?”

Marinette turned her attention to Damian, “When were you going to tell me about this? And no, I am not mad. But you should have TOLD me. I shouldn’t have had to find out by myself.”

Damian sighed and told her, “I didn’t want to endanger your life.”

She snorted, “Yeah, like I don’t do that daily.”

“What?!” Everyone screamed at the implications that she was giving.

“Yup, I’m a hero from Paris. Tikki, Spots on!” She then transformed into Ladybug. Once Marinette transformed, she looked at the opened mouth vigilantes. “In Paris, my old partner and I protect the citizens from a guy named Hawkmoth, who preys off of people’s emotions to turn them into his minions, I’ve been fighting him for about four years now. I did send a message to the Justice League, but Green Lantern told me to stop prank calling. I’ve been fighting him by myself for two years because my old partner was harassing me.” She then went on to explain different akumitizations and went more in-depth about her powers.

“Spot off”, she said. She held her hand out and let Tikki sit in it, “This is my kwami Tikki, she is the one who lets me turn into Ladybug.” Everyone, surprisingly, took her reservations well.

By the end, Batman told her, “We would like to help you defeat Hawkmoth. We can start by uncovering who he is. We can do that by taking his voice and running it through some voice scanners until we find a match.” Marinette nodded, happy that they were getting somewhere.

She pulled up a video of Hawkmoth speaking while telling Batman, “By the way, Mom’s going to be here in ten minutes.”

They looked at her, bewildered, “What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes and handed them her phone with the recording, “What I mean is that she knows that you are the Bat-Family. She figured it out like she figured out my identity.” They all nodded, dumbfounded that someone knew their identity.

Tim or Red Robin ran the voice through the scanners before they found a match. “Gabriel Agreste”, Marinette breathed, “I suspected him before, but he got akumatized. He must have akumatized himself to throw off suspicion.”

That’s when Edna arrived, “Did you figure out Hawkmoth’s identity”, Edna asked. Marinette nodded and pointed to the screen. Edna looked at it and scoffed, “Of course it’s Gabriel. I always knew he was a psychopath!” Marinette started laughing at Edna’s reaction and hugged her. Edna’s face softened, and she stroked Marinette’s hair lightly.

The bat family watched the scene with growing bewilderment. Damian cleared his throat, bringing the attention to him. “As much as I love to see how much my angel’s and Mode’s relationship is growing, we have more pressing matters. How are we going to catch Hawkmoth.”

Marinette thought about it before saying, “A distraction.” She turned to Edna, “Mom, you are going to set up a meeting with Gabriel and distract him. While you’re doing that, we’ll break into the house and go to his hideout. Actually”, she turned to Tim,“ Tim, could you look into the security cameras and see if there is any footage of him disappearing in some way. Or could you get a layout of the house?”

“Done and done,” Tim answered. They watched Gabriel push three specific buttons on Emile’s portrait, which Marinette took note of. They then saw him disappear underneath the ground. Tim pulled the layout of the house up. “This is the layout, based on it, we can conclude that he was going to the room beneath the house.”

Marinette nodded her head, “Okay, this is perfect. Once we sneak in there, we’ll look around, gather some evidence, and then sneak up on Gabriel and take the brooch from him.”

Everyone cheered and then left to do their own thing. Damian stopped Marinette from leaving. He pulled her to him and said in a sexy, gruff voice, “I’m glad that I know every part of you now.” He then dove for her lips, prompting a squeak from Marinette. After a few seconds, she relaxed in the kiss, pulling Damian closer by wrapping her arms around his neck. He put one hand around her waist, and the other one was in her sweet-smelling raven hair. The kiss felt amazing. His warm, soft lips against her luscious, sweet ones. Her lips tasted sweet like sugar, making Damian want to kiss her longer and harder. But, humans need to breathe. They pulled away panting heavily, faces flushed in passion. They stared into each other’s eyes for a little bit before kissing each other once more, this one being chaste rather than hot and heavy. They then let each other go and went to prepare for the demise of Hawkmoth.

The next day, they followed through with the plan. Edna first entered the house and talked loudly to Gabriel, demanding that he bring his son and Natalie to the meeting so that they can all catch up. Once the occupants of the Agreste household were out of the way, Ladybug and the Bats made their way to the picture of Emile. There they pressed the exact buttons and went underneath the house. There they found hundreds of white butterflies along with a horrifying sight. Emilie Agreste being preserved in a coffin and in what looked like to be a coma. Marinette was convinced that she could heal Emilie, went up to the coffin, and set to work. She closed her eyes and put her hands to the outside of the coffin. She then let her power flow through her body until they were at her hands. She then kept her glowing hands to the coffin until she heard a cough. She opened her eyes to find Emilie sitting up, looking around in shock, “Where’s my husband?” she asked, “Where’s Adrien?”

Marinette put her hand to Emile’s shoulder, “We’ll explain everything to you after ma'am. But, we first need to do something.” She walked over to the platform and rose herself to the upper floor, along with everyone else. She then saw Edna, Gabriel, Adrien, and Natalie already there. Everyone positioned themselves and got ready to attack. At the count of three, everyone moved. Marinette grabbed the brooch from Gabriel, Bruce grabbed the peacock brooch from Natalie, and Damian grabbed the ring from Adrien. The Agreste’s and Natalie turned to the heroes in anger, but then froze when they caught sight of Emilie.

Emilie, now understanding that her family must have done something bad, for these people to take away their miraculous, started sobbing. Marinette went up to her and comforted her while telling her everything that she missed. Edna called the police, while the Bat-Family made sure that not of the Agreste’s nor Natalie escaped.

(3rd person POV)

When the police arrived, they were surprised to find that designer Gabriel Agreste, his son, and his assistant were guilty of the terrorism in Paris. They were going to jail. Then, reporters arrived, broadcasting the defeat of Hawkmoth to the world, but then Gabriel said something that made some happy, while it froze the blood in many others, “Lila Rossi was also part of this! She was an accomplice to my schemes! Lila was trying to push Marinette Dupain-Cheng to an akumitization because I realized how powerful of an Akuma Marinette would become. So Lila went to great length to make her suffer, but then she left Paris, and I wasn’t able to akumatize her. If you should be arresting anyone else, it should be Lila Rossi!”

In her house, a liar was growing pale as the authorities banged on her door. When she didn’t open up, they kicked down the door and arrested her. Lila then let out a scream that the whole world would have heard.

When the government saw that two accomplices for Hawkmoth were in the same class from Francios Dupont Highschool, they had to school investigated. They investigated both the principal and Madame Bustier. They found out that both would take bribes and were enablers. They then investigated the students in Madame Bustier’s class. They found that the students were being sued which wasn’t that bad. But, they were being sued for slander, defamation, and more, by not only Edna Mode but also Bruce Wayne. The government looked at security cameras and found many forms of breaking and entering, abuse, bullying, and found many forms of slander online. All of the students along with the teacher and principal were going to have to serve jail time. But, it would be nowhere as long as Lila’s, Adrien’s, Natalie’s, or Gabriel’s jail time.

(Marinette POV)

Marinette was staying in the Grand Hotel when her ex-parents came knocking at her door. They were all smiles, “Marinette, now that we know that we actually raised you right, you can come home with us!”

Marinette just scowled back at them, “As much as I appreciate the offer, you aren’t my guardians anymore. Edna Mode adopted me and I am legally Marinette Mode. Have a good day!” She then slammed the door shut in their faces. She leaned her head against the door and sighed deeply.

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her and kiss her neck gently, “You going to be okay?”

Marinette turned around and smiled at him, “Yeah, I am.”

Five hours later, when Marinette turned on the news, it showed Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng going to jail. They were charged for child neglecting and abuse. Marinette shook her head, chuckling, knowing that it was Damian who did this. She inhaled deeply, oh well, all’s well that ends well.

(Time Skip of 15 years)

A thirty-three-year-old Marinette put the baby in her hands down in the crib. After everything that happened in Paris, Damian and Marinette had continued dating. Damian proposed on their one-year anniversary and the got married a year later. They now had an 11-year-old daughter named Amira Beth Wayne, a 6-year-old boy Grayson Abbas Wayne, and 1-year-old Sadiya Cathy Wayne. Marinette was now the CEO of Mode Companies, while Damian ran Wayne Enterprises along with Tim as Co-CEOs. As Marinette looked at her children she couldn’t believe that she managed to have such a good life. She felt Damian behind her so she leaned back into him. He kissed the back her head and whispered huskily in her ear, “I love you and I promise that I and the kids will be by your side. Forever and always.”

Marinette snuggled into Damian and squeezed his hand whispering, “Forever and always.”

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actuallyintro · 3 years

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Could you write a story where Lorraine faints on a case?

Hi anon! I'm so glad to be back and to have this written for you. When I first started this fic, it started one direction before quickly turning in a completely opposite one. It also ended up being a topic I haven't had the chance to write about much, even though it's pretty popular in this fandom. I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: While on a case one day, Lorraine suddenly faints and ends up waking up in the hospital. Once there, with her husband by her side, they both get some pretty unexpected.. but exciting news.

Wordcount: 1730 words (yes, this was definitely longer than I had originally planned)

Two Is Better Than One

For the past few days, Ed couldn’t help but be worried about his wife. He knew they’d recently started taking on more cases then they had been, but something seemed different. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

They were in the middle of a local case this time, a poltergeist that didn’t seem to want to leave, no matter what they tried. With a family caught in the middle, Ed knew Lorraine wouldn’t stop till she knew all of them were safe.

He often worried that she’d run herself ragged, always worrying about everyone else in her life, forgetting that sometimes she needed to put herself first. He knew it was her nature, being caring and selfless, but Ed just wanted to make sure she never forgot to take care of herself as well.

From the time they started dating, to before they got married, and especially after, he often tried to set aside time just for the two of them. A time with no dangers, no worries, but the chance to just be together. To take care of each other.

While he was worried about Lorraine, he also knew he trusted her judgement. Trusted that she knew her limits, and just how hard she could push herself. He never wanted to undermine that, to show he didn’t. Their relationship was built on trust, it was one of the most important things to both of them. They trusted each other with their lives, at times, it seemed like they trusted each other more than they trusted themselves.

“Ed, can you hand me a flashlight?” He vaguely heard, snapping out of his daydream, refocusing on the current task at hand.

Nodding quickly, he grabbed the extra flashlight, handing it over to her. She looked up at him, concern evident before asking, “Are you alright?”

“Sorry yeah, I’m alright.” He said quickly, Lorraine glancing him up and down, before turning the flashlight on, going back to the task at hand.

She swallowed lightly, as she crawled into one of the crawl-spaces of the house, not quite sure what she was looking for, just hoping she would know once she found it. Lorraine had felt slightly nauseous the last few days, chalking it up to a random bug going around or not drinking enough water. Being in the type of situations she often was, it wasn’t unlikely to catch a cold or to feel under the weather. It came with the job, even if the job was.. unusual.

As she crawled around, she found nothing to help them solve the case they were working on, nothing that helped answer the questions they were trying to solve.

“Find anything Lorraine?” She heard Ed call from above ground.

“No, nothing. But I’m coming back up.” Lorraine said, crawling back the same way she did, when she’d entered the crawl-space. She crawled until she finally saw light peaking through the cracks of the basement, standing up a little too quickly as she made it outside.

She swallowed again as she stood up, suddenly not feeling well. The world seemed like it was spinning, a type of motion she couldn’t control.

Suddenly, before she knew it, the world went dark. Ed’s voice calling for her, being the last thing she heard, before she heard complete silence.

Lorraine awoke a few hours later to a faint beeping noise and the feeling of someone else’s hand in her own. Blinking a few times, she looked around the room, connecting that she was currently in a hospital bed, her husband sat next to her.

He had his eyes closed, and she could see a faint tear-track down his face. Frowning slightly, trying to remember exactly what happened, she squeezed his hand as she looked over at him.

Ed quickly opened his eyes, swallowing lightly as he let out a small sigh of relief, looking back at Lorraine, grateful to see her eyes open again.

Neither one of them knew what to say right-away, Ed was still slightly shaken up from watching her faint, knowing that he couldn’t do anything. Lorraine, knowing something wasn’t right, that she shouldn’t have passed out just from standing up too fast.

“Have.. the doctors said anything?” She finally asked quietly, looking down at the IV still in her arm.

Ed shook his head, “They stopped by once when you were still asleep.. mentioning they ran a few tests but they haven’t been back since.” He told her, still feeling nervous about her test results, lightly blaming himself inside for not taking better care of her. Not telling her to rest more or to drink more water.

As if she could hear what he was thinking, she said seriously, “Ed, you know this wasn’t your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.” If it had been under any other circumstances, Ed might have let out a small chuckle, her always knowing what he was thinking. The way neither of them had ever been able to keep things to themselves.

Before he could respond, they both heard a knock at the door, turning to find the doctor on call. They both turned their attention to the door as the doctor walked in. She seemed young but determined, a small nametag on her lab coat, “Dr. Novak.”

“Mrs. Warren, we’re glad you’re awake. How do you feel?” The doctor asked, flipping open Lorraine’s chart, as she made a few notes of her vitals.

“I feel alright… as one does when they accidentally faint.” She started, the doctor letting out a small chuckle under her breath, nodding in understanding.

“But did my test results come back?” Lorraine finished, looking up at the doctor. She just wanted to make sure everything was fine, that she wasn’t sick.. or hurt.

“That’s actually why I stopped in. First to check on you now that you’re awake, making sure you weren’t in too much pain. And to discuss your test results.” Pulling a chair up to both of them, she flipped open her lab results, giving them a glance over once more.

She looked back up at both of them before she started explaining, “To start, all of your basic results came back normal. Your labs looked great, and you seem to be very healthy. That’s very good news.” The doctor told both of them, immediately noticing the look of relief on both of their faces.

“But why did she faint?” Ed asked curiously, relieved his wife was healthy, but still curious what caused this to happen. Especially if her labs came back normal.

Flipping to the next page of her notes, “That’s the second thing I wanted to talk to you about. Once those results came back, we ran one more just to make sure, a suspicion if you will.” She began, a small smile on her face.

Lorraine squeezed Ed’s hand tightly as they waited for the doctor to finish speaking, finding comfort in her husband just being there, being next to her.

“Mrs. Warren, with the last test we ran, we found that your hormone levels were slightly elevated. This alone wouldn’t cause you to faint, but as we tested further, we found the cause. Congratulations Mrs. Warren, you’re expecting.” She told them both, giving them time to process.

Lorraine looked over at Ed, before looking back at the doctor, “I’m pregnant?” She questioned quietly, wanting to make sure she didn’t misunderstand.

“You are. We don’t know exactly how far along you are, but I’d suspect somewhere around 7 weeks. That’s why you’ve been feeling nauseous and dizzy recently. I’d recommend making an appointment with an obgyn, a specialist as soon as possible but based on what I can tell, both you and the baby are perfectly healthy.” The doctor finished, before saying,

“Now I’ll leave you both alone for a few minutes, before I'll send a nurse in with some information for both of you and discharge paperwork to get all three of you home.” She finished, shaking both of their hands lightly as she excused herself from the hospital room, letting the hospital door shut behind her.

Leaving the two of them, Lorraine looked over at her husband, a few tears in her eyes. They weren’t sad tears, she could never be sad over news like this, but rather tears of happiness and the promise of new beginnings.

“Oh Lorraine..” Ed started quietly, getting up and carefully sitting at the edge of her bed, just wanting.. needing to be near her.

She moved over as far as she could, not wanting to tangle the wires still connected to her, but wanting him to lay by her. She wanted to be in his arms, knowing that was the place she felt the safest.

Sitting in silence for a few minutes, Lorraine finally spoke, “I can’t believe… we’re going to be parents.” She said quietly, looking over at him.

“I can’t believe it either, but I know you’re going to make the most excellent mother. And I love you.. and our baby very much.” He told her sincerely, leaning down to kiss her lightly, not wanting her to strain too much after what happened. She grabbed his hand and rested it on-top of hers.

“I love you too. Both of you.” Lorraine said sleepily, before letting out a small yawn. Ed chuckled quietly at her reaction, knowing she was still exhausted from today’s events.

“Why don’t you get some sleep before we get to go home. You and the baby need rest now more than ever.” Even though they’d only found out they were expecting barely a few minutes, he couldn’t help but be slightly excited about this news. Of course, he was terrified as all first-time parents were, but he’d always wanted a family, especially with Lorraine.

Lorraine nodded before asking quietly, “Stay with us?” Not wanting him to move away from her.

“Always, I’ll always stay with both of you.” He said quietly, moving as close to her as could, being mindful of her IV as she let her head fall into the curve of his neck. “And once you’re awake, we can discuss you taking it easy, resting more.” He teased, knowing she couldn’t hear him.

But that was a conversation for a different time. For now, he’d let her sleep, enjoying the quiet of all of them together, especially the one they just found out about.

#The Conjuring #The Conjuring Universe #ed and lorraine warren #Forever & Intro #Intrononymous

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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Peter Parker - Baby on board

This is quite long, so sorry in advance. I’ve worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it!

Plot: An unplanned pregnancy is what you least expect at sixteen, but when it comes knocking on your door you can’t pretend you’re not home

A six steps guide of how to deal with an unplanned, teenage pregnancy

Warnings: teenage pregnancy

1. Self-denial and isolation.

They came together, hand in hand with the pink stick that you considered to have ruined your life in that moment. In the bathroom of that mall, where you had managed to sneak from your parents and with Peter, they knocked on the door and decided to stay. An unplanned pregnancy was something bad itself, and it felt as if to you it was even worse; just sixteen, in highschool and with conservative parents that didn’t let Peter spend the night in your house.

“Hey” Peter wrapped his shaky, pale fingers around your wrist, making you look away from the pregnancy test. He wasn’t much better; while you were letting the moment catch up with you, he already had tears on his eyes. “Sometimes – sometimes they’re wrong”

“It’s the third” you croaked out, pointing with your chin to the nasty bin where two positive test were buried.

“Yeah, but it can be, uh… something about you?”

“Like being pregnant?” you snapped at him.

“No! I mean, like – I – hormones?”

Peter was the last person to blame in that situation, but you felt like smashing his head against the bathroom door. The September warm wind was seeping through the small window, making sweat ran down your neck. You felt all clammy and sweaty, as if a bath would solve every problem you had. Probably, only a trip to the past and a few smacks to your past-self was the only solution.

Your phone beeped once more, and Peter was faster than you that time. He gripped the stick that was resting on your backpack and stared at it; with the dim light of the stingy cubicle, you knew the answer was the same.

It had been just one time, and you weren’t even sure that the condom broke before he took it out. You had convinced yourself that it was like that and you hadn’t bought the pill for the next day, sure that it had been just one time. And now, you were in a fake date with Peter to buy some pregnancy test to confirm what your period had screamed at you the past week.

“They can be still wrong” Peter whispered. He was sitting on the ground, forgetting about how dirty it was when the first test came back positive. “Maybe you’re ovulating, or – t-there ar-re some… some…”

“Just shut up” your voice broke and someone squeezed his throat between their fingers. “Shut up”

You got up from the toilet seat and took your backpack abruptly from the ground. The door hit the other side of the bathroom and an old lady who was washing her hands jumped surprised. You didn’t apologize or looked at her, just kept your eyes on the ground while the tears filled them. Peter fell to the ground trying to get up and gathering the two last tests in his hands at the same time, and the old lady emitted a low protest.

Hurried steps followed you through the mall, where no one bothered to pay attention to two distressed teenagers. Peter called your name a few times, until you reached the mechanic stairs and a group of people were in between. You kept walking, faster than what the stairs moved, and by the time you had left the mall, Peter was just ending the stairs.

With the two positive pregnancy tests still on his hand.

2. Anger and sadness

This step came from none of you; and if it did, you couldn’t have known since you spent the next three weeks locked in your room with your phone off. Peter came and went, even May stopped once or twice. But with the excuse of having a bad fight, your parents didn’t let them in – because they hadn’t really liked Peter from the start, a boy who was too normal and common for them. Your friends called, and whatever excuse Peter had told them seemed to work for a while. Still, the school year was starting and you had to go back at some point.

The anger came one morning, still new to throwing up and feeling as if someone else was controlling your body. Your father wasn’t home, it was your mother who heard you and helped you. And she knew, from the moment she held your hair up to the talk with your father that night. He hadn’t been always the loving dad you had wanted, but that night he was the farthest from it.

He gripped your arm until it bruised and forced you into the car, from where he took you to a private doctor. The man confirmed what you already knew – that yes, you were pregnant. It was then when you realized that you were pregnant, with a baby and that you were just sixteen.

“I can abort it” you said to your father for the thousand time, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Please, dad. Please – I will get rid of it, no one –“

“Will ever know? That’s what you want to say?” he screamed back. “We already know, Y/N! And that’s enough!”

He didn’t mention who was the father, because he already knew. Peter Parker, the boy who came one night to have dinner and stuttered too much for his liking. That lived with his aunt in a shitty apartment in Queens, and that was the most common teenager he had seen. As if he could already see the baby, your father glared with all the disgust he could muster to your stomach.

It didn’t matter if you promised to go to the clinic that same night again, and got rid of the baby as soon as possible. For all he cared, there was no going back.

“Take the bags!” he screamed once more, and for more purpose kicked the last of them out of the house. “And I swear, if I ever see you or that boy around, I will –“

“Mom” you cried out for your mother, who was behind him; with the same stone cold look from that morning. “Mom, please. Don’t kick me out. I don’t have anywhere to go, I don’t –“

The door closing was the only answer they gave you, and you fell to your knees in sobs and breathless cries. The night closed around you when, just a second after, someone inside turned off the lights of the porch, leaving you completely alone in the dark street. If your neighbours had heard the argument, they didn’t care about it. And it didn’t surprise you, because you had known all your life what type of friends your parents had.

You sat on the short stairs of your house, all your thoughts going to the barely there baby. You hated, screamed silently and cursed it before the birth, willing to walk yourself to the other side of the town and get rid of it. Thoughts about doing it yourself crossed your mind – you had heard from social media some ways to do so. You could spend the night somewhere, or just walking around, and the next day you could find something to do it. Your phone was still charged, and you checked the time.

When you did so, just as if your guardian anger was watching over you, the screen lighted up and Peter’s name appeared on the screen. More sobs broke through your body as you stared at the phone, and with shaky hands you unlocked it.

You bit your fist to avoid more sounds getting out, but Peter was silent. Too surprised about you finally picking up for the first time in three weeks, he realized he didn’t know what to do.

He had needed his own time to accept the news, and the biggest scolding from May when he told her. But from the moment you had told him between classes, he had known that you wouldn’t be alone.

“I didn’t think you would pick up” Peter said, voice quiet and soft. There was no hint of anger or disappointment for isolation yourself, as you have thought. “I was, uh… I stopped by a few times. Your dad threatened to call the police on me and May. I’m sorry”

“He’s an idiot” you whispered back.

You stared at the ground in front of you, where one of your bags had fallen open. Your cheerleader uniform was peeking through, another problem to add to the list. There were so many things an unplanned pregnancy meant that you couldn’t imagine even half of it.

Three weeks of isolation had only served to make things worse and, as you realized in that moment, to lose the only person who was willing to stay by your side.

“If you want, we could – maybe, meet or something in –“

“My parents kicked me out” you interrupted him, letting it sound clearly that you had been crying. “They found out and they kicked me out. And they don’t care if I get rid of it, because they said that the damage is already done”

You talked fast and barely breathing between facts. Peter already knew your parents and how they worked and thought, and it wasn’t probably a surprise. Why you hadn’t told them sooner they news, you didn’t know. The nagging thoughts about your previous wild decision came back, and you decided Peter not only had the right to know, but probably knew better.

Peter Parker, the sweetest boy with the biggest smile that dated the cheerleaders captain. You thought about how the first time he talked to you the neck of his shirt was wrinkled around his blue sweater, and how everything fell out of his backpack when you approached him in class.

Truly, there was only one person you wanted then.

“I was thinking about doing it myself, and by thinking I mean thinking really hard. Maybe – some YouTube video, or… something” you kept talking. “But I’m not sure if it’s safe, because on Twitter there was a trend where girls talked about mortal abortions.”

“I can be there in ten minutes” he stated when you finished. “Don’t hang up”

3. Acceptation.

Peter and you made a list of things that an unplanned pregnancy meant, listening to May who tried to help you as much as she could. The poor woman was barely making it to the end of the month for two; and now, she had another person in her small apartment. But she hadn’t listened to any of your complains, just hugged you tight and you that that, when something doesn’t have a solution, what you have to do is roll with it the best you can.

She declined every protest that went through your mouth, and threatened to put spicy on your food if you didn’t told her your needs. Besides acting like a mother of two teenagers and taking care of an unplanned pregnancy, she tried to give advice too.

That was why she suggested to make a list of the things you knew and those that you would need to face. You sat on Peter’s bed, your new favourite place, and took your blue notebook, opening it from the back. The boy was sitting beside you, as close as possible. While he had lost weight in the last month because of the stress, his grip on your tight was strong.

“Where do we start?” you asked him, looking at the empty whiteness.

“There is a baby in you” Peter said, and you emitted a small chuckle. “What? We have to write things that we know about it, and that’s a good way to start!”

You looked at Peter briefly, and found him smiling. Without you knowing or noticing, it was the first time he did so since your period didn’t appear. The constant guilt and feeling like everything was his fault was present more than ever, and he could count with the fingers of one hand how much sleep he got in a week.

Still, with a small smile on his lips, Peter took the pen and the notebook and wrote down ‘there is a baby in there’. His calligraphy was shaky and, because he wrote too quickly, you could barely understand it. The words flew before you could stop them.

“The baby’s drawings are going to be better than your handwriting” you said, and Peter looked at you.

There was an unsaid question in the air that you still had to ask. May and Peter had picked you up from your house as Peter had promised, and none of you had said nothing about the abortion. You knew Peter was giving you time to think about it, and that he was respect whatever you did. His eyes shone with a special light, as if he was hoping that to see those first drawings.

Before you could say anything about it, Peter turned back to the notebook and put the final dot.

“I’ve got the second one” you took back the pen and wrote with neat handwriting the second fact.

The baby is going to be born

That time, you did notice how Peter did something he hadn’t done for a long time. Reaching forwards the small space in between, he pressed his lips against the corner of yours and emitted some low, happy noise, already writing number three on the notebook.

4. Working through it.

Something that had always differentiated you from Peter, and probably the reason why you didn’t date sooner, was because of your ‘high-school status’. While you were the cheerleaders captain, Peter spent his extra time in the Academic team and in the robotics lab. It was never a problem for your relationship, but the truth was you were used to hanging out with the popular group. And now, the cheerleaders team turned their faces when you walked past them and the football team had kicked you out.

No one said anything in the halls and the teachers didn’t show any particular interest on you. But they all talked about it and gossiped about the head of the cheerleaders, the nerd of the robotics club and the pregnancy.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to” Peter talked with his head in the locker, while you waited besides him. “We can meet other time, or not at all. They will understand, and –“

“It’s your house, Pete” you repeated once more. “Just because I’m there now it doesn’t mean you can’t make your life”

“Yeah, but I want you to feel as comfortable as possible” he handed you a book and kept going. “We can still have the house for us tonight”

“Don’t get me wrong, but that’s the last thing I want, considering how it ended last time”

You were past the point of avoiding the topic, and Peter got his head out of the locker with a big, radiant smile. Not knowing why, you took a step towards him and locked your lips briefly. He looked at you surprised and blushed, as if the small bulge wasn’t enough prove that you were dating.

“Come on, we’re going late”

The rest of the day passed by Peter’s side, still not willing to leave him for just a moment. Peter insisted that you weren’t clingy at all, but you were sure he would agree whatever you told him

At gym class, you sat on the benches and watched some of the boys play basketball and football. It was the last period of the day, and the teacher hadn’t appeared; so they had told you to stay in the gym until the bell rang. There were group of teenagers sitting on the benches behind you, all of them laughing and talking happily. Peter had gone change and you had thought it was a little too much following him there too, so you were waiting sitting alone.

In moments like that, when you didn’t feel Peter beside you, were when you felt the weight of the pregnancy. You missed your parents and your friends, or just having someone to talk who wasn’t obligated by it because of carrying his baby – which wasn’t the truth, but it still stung.

“You look like a baby duckling waiting for his mommy”

You turned around and saw the brown haired girl Peter had told you about. There was a shy looking boy behind her, who you recognized as Ned. Ned and MJ, Peter’s best friends who were coming tonight for a movie marathon. You smiled at her, not knowing what to say. And trying not to show it was the first time someone outside that apartment talked to you.

“If you give him too much attention, he’ll start believing he has power over you” MJ said as she sat a few inches away from you. You forced yourself not to shift farther. “Women can sustain themselves and don’t depend on men”

“I don’t… depend on him” you said, not as strongly as you wanted. “And Peter doesn’t, uh, do that”

“Emotional attachments are dispensable”

“But –“

“What she’s trying to say” Ned appeared on your other side, and suddenly you weren’t alone anymore. “Is ‘hi, we’re Peter’s friends’”

“No, I didn’t want to say that”

“And we wanted to talk to you before tonight” Ned ignored MJ. “Without Peter, which is quite hard since he won’t leave you alone.”

Maybe Peter was as clingy to you as you were to him, but you didn’t mind. There was a second of silence where you really thought the conversation was heading southwards. You remembered the shouts of the cheerleaders when you told them and the whispers and not so discreet questions in the bathroom the first days, until May screamed at the principal and he talked some sense into the students.

MJ was the one who broke the silence, not batting an eye or even looking at you; and you got the impression, that she did that with everyone. Feeling normal and not ‘special’ was something you missed.

“Ned here wanted to ask you if you were really okay with tonight, because he has been stressing over it the whole day” said boy emitted an offended noise before she continued. “And I just wanted to say that we can leave them to it and go commit some vandalism before you’re too ahead of your pregnancy. To become friends”

Something about the way she said all of that without looking bothered, and how Ned fell into a stuttering of offended talking and apologise made you break into a loud laugh. That was how Peter found you when he rushed out of the locker room with his shirt half put, laughing with Ned while MJ smiled at him.

5. Hope

Peter always accompanied you to the doctor’s visits, and once he had brought Ned with him because – you still didn’t know. It didn’t matter if you were young and immature, Peter picked up the responsibility from the first moment.

That was why it was so hard for him say no to one of your visits. The Decathlon team had their annual competition in Albany, and they wanted to spend the weekend there. Peter had said no, but May and you had pushed him literally into the bus and thrown his bag to Ned. He had called you before and after the doctor’s visit, and you had barely contained your excitement. Because what you knew was better to say in person, not by a videocall with Ned and MJ interrupting.

The moment came when you were laying on your new bed, Peter’s old one, and Peter on his own, the top bunker. He was reading some book for the modern literature and you were waiting for him to come down, just to see his face. He jumped down to take a glass of water when you threw at him what you had been hiding behind you.

“Ow!” Peter cried out the package hit him. You had grown used to see him with wide clothes and comfy slippers, and to see how he always put his guard down around the apartment. “What was that for?!”

“Just open it, dummy”

“What is it?” Peter took the fallen box and frowned. “It doesn’t weight”

“Which shows that you’re a drama queen” you smiled at him, your arms around your mid swollen belly. “Come one, open it”

“It’s not my birthday” he tried again, ripping the envelope slowly. “Is this an apologize gift for breaking the toaster?”

“We both know you broke it”

“No proofs, just doubts and you being the last one to use it”

“Yet you’re the one who tries to put weird food in there”

“I don’t –“

He stopped talking the moment the envelop fell to the ground, and a small t-shirt appeared. It was a cheesy way to tell him that you were having a baby girl, considering that you still didn’t know if you would give her up for adoption. But when talking about the baby, she would no longer be an ‘it’ but a ‘she’.

The shirt had written ‘daddy’s girl’ in red letters, and it was so small that it fit in Peter’s palm. You felt as if it was your own moment of being a teenager, telling him like one of those videos you were addicted to. Although it them, the parents usually were happy or surprised. Not like Peter was, just looking at the t-shirt.

“I thought about, naming her Mary” you added. “After your mother”

He could be quite slow when he wanted to, so you waited until he finally looked up. There were tears on his eyes and cheeks, some of them falling already to the ground and accompanied with a big smile. He didn’t even made it to the bed; just knelt in between and hugged you from the ground, cries filling the room.

6. Happiness.

All the steps mixed together when the last one came. It was the middle of April when Mary Parker decided it was time to see the world. You were taking your classes from home, and Ned, MJ and Peter were an extension to your body. The pair of friends were always at the apartment, and May didn’t have the heart to tell them to go when they all looked so excited.

The day of her birth all of you were having dinner in the small kitchen. May had made what she said was the best spicy food to make someone give birth, and Ned and MJ were spending the night because it was Friday. Peter was seated on your right, talking to his aunt when you felt the first weird pain; and from then, it went all downhill.

“Just breath”

“I know how to breath”

“Well – breath slower! You’re hyperventilating!”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

“I’m not –“

Peter was cut off with a loud scream from you, as you closed your eyes tightly and tried to do what the doctor said. You were indeed breathing too quickly, and Peter was panicking too much. Even May wasn’t much help, being a nurse and all.

The delivery room was as plain as possible, with just a small bed, a big window that had the curtains drawn and a chair for the plus one to sit on. There hadn’t been a chance, because as soon as you had put a foot on the hospital Mary decided that she was as impatient as her daddy, and wanted out now. You had thought you would have to give birth in a taxi, since May had left her car on the hospital.

Another scream tore the room and Peter shouted at May that no, he wasn’t panicking and that he was breathing fine. There were too many shouting and stress, and you felt like passing out. Films didn’t do justice to real life delivering.

“It’s almost over, sweety” one nurse told you, brushing her hand through your forehead. “You’re being really brave, just a few more push”

“I don’t feel brave” you broke down in sobs suddenly, making Peter’s eyes go wide. “I’m just sixteen, I don’t want to be brave. I want – I want – I don’t know!”

“Hey” Peter was suddenly all you could see. He was paler than usually, sweat running down his face. “You don’t have to be brave alone”

Your problems didn’t solve with those words, neither did the pain stop. But once, May had told you that there is a feeling of power that only comes with the family. You took strength out of something you didn’t know you have and pushed once more in the mildly lighted up room. The doctor screamed something at one of the nurses, and movement came to life. Everyone was doing something or talking, no one was still.

Just you, Peter by your side and the small, high-pitched scream that changed the tune of the room. May appeared too, with a blanket that couldn’t hold anything because was too small. She left it on your lap, and you thought she was just making sure it was too cold. Before you could say anything, the blanket moved, and bright blue-baby eyes were staring at you.

There were just an inch long, not even there in a face that was as big as your fist tight closed. Her whole body wasn’t much bigger that your head, and when she opened her mouth, it seemed she was swallowing herself.

“Mary” Peter called out of her. The baby didn’t reacted, just kept screaming and announcing her presence into the world. “Mary Y/L/N”

Not able to tear your eyes away from her face, you almost didn’t notice the change of the name. Still, you muttered a soft ‘what’ that was enough for Peter to explain.

“MJ is totally against the baby receiving the dad’s first name, because it’s the woman who gives birth to them” Peter said, time stopped. “And I couldn’t agree more, she has to have the last name of the bravest person of the world”

The first time you learned about the pregnancy, you couldn’t talk because someone squeezed your throat so hard that made you dizzy. And now, it was free and you could breathe again. There were no second thoughts about what you would do with Mary Y/L/N Parker as you held her close that night.

Eventually, everyone left and the baby was cleaned. The doctor let you hold her while the sun rose, Peter laying too in the small bed and Mary in between. She had fallen asleep somewhere in between, and she didn’t get to see her first sunrise. Neither did you or Peter, who didn’t tear your eyes away.

You may have been sixteen, might have thought about getting rid of the baby and your life had been turned upside down. But you hadn’t been more sure of anything before, that you loved that baby and Peter Benjamin Parker to death.

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crockettmarcel · 3 years

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pregnancy prompts

felt like this would be useful for me and wanted to keep track of prompts that have already been requested. pls don't send any with a line through them !

if you want to use them, please reblog from OP (linked above!)

the angstier prompts (at the bottom in italics) are from this prompt list

“ is… is it mine? ”

“ have you thought of any baby names? ”

“ i thought the doctor put you on bed rest? ”

“ hey! i got you starbucks! decaf, of course. ”

“ have you had any cravings yet? ”

“ ah… i know. morning sickness is no fun, huh? ”

“ i’m pregnant. ”

“ you’re going to be a mother/father/aunt/uncle/etc. ”

“ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ”

“ the pregnancy test… it’s yours. right? ”

“ does the father know? ”

“ who’s the father? ”

“ it doesn’t matter about the father. i’m here to support you and this baby, no matter what. okay? ”

“ you’re not alone. it takes a village to raise a kid, right? ”

“ i want… a cheeseburger. with fries. and a strawberry shake. and onion rings… ”

“ that was a kick! ”

“ was that a kick? ”

“ is it a boy or a girl? ”

“ we need to go shopping! baby clothes, maternity clothes, furniture, all of it! ”

“ i… we should get married. right? that’s what you do, when… when there’s a kid? ”

“ i know it was just a one night stand, but… i’m gonna support you. whatever you decide to do. ”

“ shit… um… i-i’m the dad. right? ”

“ you got that pregnancy glow. ”

“ hey… this is new for both of us. but i reckon you’re going to be a terrific mother/father/parent. ”

“ i… i slept with someone else while we were separated. they won’t pick up their phone, but… i’m not sure if you’re the father or not. ”

“ maybe we should move in together. n-not permanently. just until the baby’s born. ”

“ wait a minute. heartbeats?! plural?! we’re having twins/triplets/etc?! ”

“ woah… this pram costs more than three months rent. ”

“ god, i’m a mess. i cried yesterday while watching an advertisement for fence paint. hormones are something else… ”

“ can i have your fries? don’t judge me, the baby’s hungry. ”

“ my back’s been killing me for the last month, and i have four more months to go… my chiropractor’s gonna have a field day. ”

“ i know we want this to be a secret, but people are getting suspicious. i can only turn down champagne so many times… ”

“ wanna go with me for the next scan? it’s a big one, we get to keep a copy for the baby book. ”

“ oh, you best believe i’m signing up for all the babysitting duty. ”

“ would you like to be their godfather/godmother? ”

“ i’m their honorary aunt/uncle, let me spoil the little kiddo! ”

“ they have the instructions for this crib in every language except english. they have it in irish! who has it in irish?! ”

“ no! no mayonnaise! it’s bad for pregnant people! ”

“ i took the test nine times, okay, and all of them are positive. this is real. this is happening. ”

“ i always wanted kids… ”

“ that kid’s gonna be the most insanely loved baby in the world. ”

“ don’t look at me like that, okay? we’re going totally tee-total until the baby comes. ”

“ i swear, if i read one more baby book… ”

“ i wouldn’t mind, but all the women i meet when i go outside the door, all have different advice for me. the bump is like a magnet to them… ”

“ i wouldn’t blame you if you walked away, you know. you never signed up for a baby. ”

“ one thing’s for sure… everything’s going to change the minute people find out about the baby. ”

“ here! i got you some take-out. and i researched like, fifty mommy blogs to make sure this stuff was totally safe and healthy for you. ”

“ i don’t know if i ever had a plan for my life, but… if i did, i think pregnancy was later down the road. ”

“ my love, starting a family with you… it’s my greatest wish. but if you’re not ready, that’s okay. what will be, will be. ”

“ hey, why don’t we plan a baby shower! ”

“ I’m not ready for a baby. ”

“ I don’t think we have the money for another child. ”

“ I want an abortion. ”

“ I had an abortion. I didn’t know how to tell you. ”

“ Someone else is having my baby…it was just one night, I swear! ”

“ How are we going to keep our family safe? ”

“ I don’t know how to be a mother/father. ”

“ I never wanted children, and I don’t want one with you. ”

“ I can’t even keep a cactus alive, let alone a human baby. ”

“ I know we’re about to have a baby, but I don’t love you anymore. ”

“ I think we should raise this baby separately. We’re not working out anymore. ”

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BEAUTY AND HER BEAST: Chapter 9 (temporary 1-2 week hiatus being taken from his fic, click ao3 link and read end notes to find out why. I WILL BE COMING BACK!!!)

WARNING PLZ READ BEFORE CONTINUING: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(AO3 link below)

Despite the shrill echo of Nadine’s terrified voice being something Salvatore has prepared himself for since before the young woman even arrived in the reservoir, the real thing was still somehow 100 times worse than he could have ever imagined it being.

Chaos followed as Salvatore frantically left his hiding spot, crawling across the floor as quickly as his mangled body would allow, as a loud crashing sound vibrates the whole room once Nadine’s body finally lands, quite uncomfortably I might add, on the hardwood of the floor. The sudden frantic and terrified swinging of her arms following Salvatore’s verbal slip knocked the poor woman off balance, sending her right back down to the floor for a second time.

Staring at the writhing figure of Nadine from the other corner across the room, Salvatore sniffles pitifully to himself as tears cascade down his face. Oh how appropriately cruel, that the universe wouldn’t even give Salvatore the decency of a proper meeting with Nadine, much less a chance at friendship and even less at anything past that. It makes perfect sense that this would be the way Nadine found out how disgusting and pathetic he is. Sitting alone in a dark and dingy room, watching old romance films because he has no one of his own to hold and love like the men in the movies do, and eating entire blocks of cheese all on his own, because nothing pairs with unending loneliness like the tang of sharp cheddar and the horrible stomach ache that follows it.

Putting his hands up to cover his face, a final effort to hide himself away from the beautiful woman’s gaze, Salvatore merely sat in his new corner, his shoulders shaking with sobs of agony and his body trembling in fear as Nadine’s gaze finally locked on to him, and him alone this time, in the dark silence of the room.

“H-Hey… are you alright? I’m sorry I yelled like that, I didn’t mean to startle you like that, but you suddenly spoke up out of nowhere and it scared me half to death” The soft voice from across the room asks, causing Salvatore to pause in his moment of self-loathing. Did… did she just ask him if he was alright? Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to ask her that?

“W-what…?” Salvatore chokes out, peering out slightly from behind the cover of his hood in confusion. The sight he’s met with is one that steals his breath away, much like the first time he laid eyes upon the stunning beauty this tiny woman held. However, unlike their “first” meeting, that took place back in Mother Miranda’s lab, this time there was no metal pod separating the two, Salvatore realized, as the sight of Nadine, slouched tiredly on the ground barely a few feet away from where he cowered in the corner, registered in the mutant man’s mind.

Next, of course, came her actual appearance. Black strands tousled messily across her forehead framed her round face and golden eyes perfectly. Her long white dress bunched up around her upper thighs, revealing the curves of her large, but muscular legs, that had previously been obscured by the material of her dress. Slouched shoulders and heavy breathing caused the material of Nadine’s nightgown to slowly inched its way down the front of her chest, not exposing her necessarily, but definitely revealing more and more of her lusciously plump breasts with every harsh up and down of her shoulders.

Tears continued to fall from Salvatore’s eyes even as saliva began to fill his mouth and his fear and self-loathing slowly gave way to the growing fire beginning to kindle in the pit of his stomach. The sound of his muffled sobs of anguish and arousal escaping from behind his hands causes Nadine’s face to immediately fall, agony replacing the previously wild look her face held.

“N… N-no. No no, please don’t cry. It’s alright. I-I-I’m not going to hurt you… I mean it… see… I don’t have any weapons on me” Nadine says hurriedly, standing up and doing a spin to show that nothing that could pose potential harm to Salvatore was hiding between the folds or frills of the thin garment. “See! Nothing to hide.”

Salvatore merely closed his tear soaked eyes and shook his head, the motion moving his whole body along with it. “Nooooooooooo… y-you d-don’t… under-s-stand…”

“What do you mean? What don’t I understand?” Nadine asked, kneeling back down to the ground, moving slightly closer to Salvatore than she was before, a terrifyingly genuine look of concern and worry etched into her beautiful features.

The mutant man fought back a wave of nausea and choked on a sob at the angelic sight. Hoards of hormones equating to despair and arousal battle within the hellish confines of Salvatore’s brain. The mutant man was filled with so many mixed emotions that he genuinely couldn’t tell if he wanted to tear himself apart until not a scrap of evidence of his existence remained, or if he wanted to just spring forward and consume the delectably dangerous morsel that sat so prettily before him, like an octopus latching itself upon the almighty great white shark as it just passes above their home, pulling the now helpless and unsuspecting predator down into the depths of a true monster’s domain.

“Hey, come on now. It sounds like you’re having a hard time breathing. Why don’t you come out of the corner where the air’s a little fresher, ya?” The young woman coaxes gently, moving ever so slightly closer to Salvatore as she speaks. The movement does not go unnoticed by the hooded man, nor does the way it pushes her dress even further up her already decently exposed thighs, but with little ability to stop Nadine’s incremental advances, Salvatore merely buries his face into his hands, blocking as much of his disgustingly bloated maw as he possibly could, even as the young woman attempted to change her angle to get a better look at him.

“P-p-please… jus-just stop!” Salvatore commands, suddenly filled with a wave of confidence that abandons him just as quickly as it arrived. “j-j-j… j-just… g-go… please…”

A light mist has become visible in the light reflecting off of Nadine’s eyes, the young woman looking truly saddened by the strange man’s utter rejection of her. Whether it was out of pity for Salvatore’s sake, or fear of her own impending isolation should the likes of Salvatore even reject her company, the hooded man could neither tell, nor did he really want to know.

“Well that’s not a very nice thing to say to someone trying to be your friend now is it? I might not look as normal as I used to but I’m not here to cause any trouble” Nadine scolds lightly, her voice strong, though even Salvatore can detect a slight wobble. “But… if you can give me a valid reason why I should leave, then… then I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

A valid reason? What other reason did she need than to get away from him?

Salvatore takes a moment to wipe away some of the tears that coated his face, slightly peeking out to look at the younger woman once again before speaking. “Y-you… you can’t… s-stay here… th-this place… it i-isn’t… isn’t g-good enough f-for you… it’s… i-its not w-worthy… I-i… I’m… n-not worthy… of you…”

Nadine shifts slightly closer once again, a pained look cut into her face like a raging storm cuts through large waves out in the open ocean. Her whole body was a sea of turbulent waters as she gingerly reached her hand forward, slowly but surely inching her way closer to Salvatore, until her wine dark fingers just barely brushed against the thick, rugged fabric of his overcoat.

Silence befell the two mutants, permeating the room with tension so thick and heavy Salvatore thought he might suffocate.

The cornered man could not bring himself to look up as Nadine’s delicate fingers gently latched on to the article of clothing covering his wretched and disgusting form. Salvatore shuddered as he prepared himself for what was inevitably to come once Nadine removed his overcoat: the biting cold of the surrounding area pinching and nipping at his thick, but sensitive flesh; another shrill shriek of fear and terror that would pierce him to his very core; the sound of Nadine, beautiful, gorgeous, perfect, immaculate Nadine, fleeing not just the underground tunnels that had lead her to discover this place, but also the reservoir, never to be seen again.

Salvatore wouldn’t blame her for this choice, of course. After all, it’s what he would do if he found himself trapped with a wretched creature as grotesque and pitiful as he himself was. Death wasn’t an option Salvatore had the luxury of entertaining, but he never blamed others if they chose it over him.

He would too, if he could.

Despite his earlier expectations, the hand on his coat never moves to take the garment off the trembling man, instead, moving to gently run along the side of Salvatore’s head, down his shoulders, before resting itself softly, but firmly, along the area of growths that covered the small of his back. After taking a moment to allow the violent trembling of Salvatore’s body, in response to the young woman’s gentle caresses, to calm down to something more manageable, Nadine slowly lifts her left hand and rests it on the opposite side of the hunched-over man’s head, yet she makes no move to try and take his cloak off or remove his face from his hands.

Stillness and silence return for a brief moment, almost as though Nadine were waiting for Salvatore to raise objection to her advances and stop her, as if he had the power or control to do anything but cower in the corner and cover his growing excitement in shame. With no explicit objections voiced, the hands resting gently around Salvatore began to slowly pull him toward Nadine’s body.

“Come here” Nadine’s soft, heavenly voice commands lightly, as Salvatore’s body does as instructed with no resistance whatsoever. A broken sob of humiliating arousal escapes the hooded man when he gently falls forward into Nadine’s lap, her arms quickly moving to wrap around and hold the hooded man against her soft, warm, and strong body.

“Shhhh, it’s alright. There’s no need to be so worked up. You have nothing to be afraid of, here” Nadine coos soothingly, as her hand gently caresses his thin, leather covered arm.

Salvatore cries pitifully as the painfully comforting words and actions make him want to vomit from overjoy. “Y-you… you d-dont unders-s-stand…” the hunched man weeps, his voice slightly muffled by his knees as he continues trying to hide his face by shoving it as far between his legs as he’s physically capable.

“What don’t I understand? Could you explain it to me?” Nadine asks, patiently holding the sobbing mess of a man firmly against herself as he collects himself enough to answer.

“I-it isn’t… you… th-that I f-fear…” Salvatore begins, trailing off as another wave of cold dread and fiery desire collide violently somewhere deep inside the hooded man’s chest.

“What is it that you’re afraid of then? If not... me?” The young woman’s angelic voice questioned, the slightly fearful and worried tone of her voice toward the end of her question, as if what Salvatore thought of her was even worth her precious time to worry about, made the mutant man’s stomach wretch sickeningly.

“I-I… I f-fear… oh god-” Salvatore began, before promptly shutting up and shoving Nadine as far away from him as he could from that angle, throwing himself to the floor, on his hands and knees, in the opposite direction just as a wave of acidic bile forces its way from the confines of the man’s mouth and out onto the floor in front of him. His own hideous reflection stares back at him in the growing puddle of stomach acid once he’s done.

A spiteful reminder from the universe of what he was and why he lived the way that he did.

Drunkenly reaching his hand forward to smear the vomit puddle around so he at least didn’t have to look at himself AND sit in his own filth while he gathered the energy to get up and wash off in the lake, Salvatore missed the way Nadine’s eyes narrowed in confusion at the man’s clumsy movements, before suddenly widening as she realized what the hooded man was doing.

“No, wait! Don’t touch that, it’ll only make you feel worse if you fiddle around with that nasty stuff” Nadine says hurriedly, as she rushes forward to take Salvatore’s moving hand in her own and presses it firmly against her bosom to prevent the man from playing around in his own throw up. She gasps in shock and her grip tightens around Salvatore’s hand, as though she’d suddenly remembered something important she’d forgotten about and Salvatore’s hand had brought it back to her conscious mind, before shaking her head and pulling herself from her thoughts.

“Oh, you poor thing! Here, let me wipe your face for you, and try to take deeper, slower breaths while you’re at it. You’ve managed to work yourself into such a panic that it's no wonder you’re throwing up all over yourself.”

The room is spinning far too fast and in far too many different directions for Salvatore to really be sure what’s going on, however the feeling of Nadine’s skin pressed against his own as she tenderly raised the edge of her pristine white dress to wipe away the lines of green acidic bile that had been left on Salvatore’s lip, was a sensation of euphoria unlike anything the hooded man has ever felt before in his entire life.

Not even Mother Miranda’s own embrace felt quite as… ‘brutal’ wasn’t the appropriate word to use based on its true definition, but in that instance it's the only word that Salvatore can think of to describe how intense everything around him, Nadine especially, feels at the present moment. Her touch, her scent, her warmth, her weight, her firm grip around him, the constant rhythmic thrum of her heart beat against his cold, bony hand, all of it was so intensely brutal that it was a wonder how the combined effect didn’t beat him into the floor. It was too much for Salvatore to handle all at once, and yet he knew that if the kind angel sitting next to him retracted so much as a single one of those sensations, he’d lose himself to insanity like careless swimmers lose themselves to sudden rapid currents.

Salvatore threw up 3 more times before his stomach finally allowed him the relief the hooded man had desperately been craving. The floor was an absolute mess by this point, but thanks to Nadine, who’d managed to keep his upper body upright the whole time, Salvatore hadn’t made nearly as much of a mess of himself as he normally did, though that still didn’t fix the primary problem that had resulted in all that vomiting.

“There we go. That must feel a lot better, huh?” Nadine asks calmly, pulling Salvatore in to rest against her chest once again, his face still turned downward and away in avoidance.

Although Salvatore does not grace her question with a response, the hooded man has long since given up trying to get away from the young woman, at this point just allowing her to move him however she pleased, taking in as much of her kindness and affection as he possibly could, before she inevitably hightails it out of here, of course. It was only a matter of time, at this rate.

“You know… you’re a lot bigger than I expected you to be” comes a sudden declaration from Nadine, breaking the silence that had permeated throughout the room and immediately pulling Salvatore from his dejected whimpering.

“I mean… I suppose I should have expected that, especially since most middle schoolers are taller than me, nowadays” the young woman continues with a lighthearted chuckle, “but you looked so small and stump-like from all the way up in that stupid pod that I couldn’t help but be a little surprised when I felt you had arms and legs. You could have very well had a snake for a body for all I knew and I still don’t think I’d have been as surprised, though this huge coat you're wearing certainly doesn’t make getting a good look at you very easy.”

“Th… that’s th-the point…” Salvatore mumbles, though seemingly more to himself than anyone else.

“Really? And why is that?” Nadine asks curiously, clearly having heard the older man’s muttering.

“I-if… if you k-knew me… you’d know… th-the answer to that q-question” Salvatore replies sadly, fresh tears beginning to prickle along his lower lid, threatening to spill over as the depressing reality of his meaningless existence makes itself more than obvious.

He was a filthy monster who deserved to spend the rest of his life alone and miserable, because why would something as unholy as him ever be worthy of anything else?

“Oh, now I don’t think that’s true at all. After all, I’d like to think I know you pretty well, and I still want to see what you look like” Nadine counters, her words shocking Salvatore beyond belief.

She… knew him? How? When? In what ways? What?

The only other time they’ve ever interacted was back in Mother Miranda’s laboratory. While the hooded man supposed his gifts could be aiding in Nadine’s surprisingly positive impression of him, he hesitated to call receiving a dress and a necklace from a random stranger “knowing” someone. How on earth could she say she knew him when, for all intents and purposes, they’ve only just met?

“B-b-but… h-how… how d-do you k-know… m-me? Y-you have… t-trouble… seeing… d-dont you? D-did… did y-you see me… b-back in the l-lab?” Salvatore asks, tears belonging to an unspecified emotion once again beginning to fall as a hand moves to gently grasp at the bones lining the top of his hood.

“Unfortunately no, I wasn’t able to get a good look at you before, hence why I was trying so hard to catch a glimpse of you earlier. You are, however, right in the assumption about my eyesight. I have severely impaired vision, yes, but it's manageable with a strong enough prescription; not that I see myself getting to an eye doctor anytime soon for a new pair of contacts. But even without my contact lenses, I can still make out general movements, as well as general shapes and colors, pretty easily from far away, it's just fine details from a distance and darkness that give me the most trouble. My vision is actually perfectly normal so long as whatever I’m looking at is within a few feet of me. If I looked down right now, I’d probably be able to see your face normally. Do you hide your face away from everyone around here?” the young woman asks curiously, gently pulling the dark fabric of the hood back, slowly revealing Salvatore’s face to the dim light of the room, even as her gaze remained locked on the wall behind them.

“N-not… e-everyone… th-there’s a f-few… who… who I sh-show my f-face to… regularly” Salvatore chokes.

Really?” Nadine asks, “like who?”

“M-my… siblings.”

“Oh, so you’re not the only one around here then? Are your siblings here in the reservoir?”

“N-no… th-they live… in o-other places… of th-their own… a-around the v-village.”

“Wow, so there is more of this place to explore, then!” Nadine states excitedly. “I’d love to get out and see more of the area for myself at some point, though I doubt that’s very wise given the amount of howling I’ve heard the past few nights and the fact I don’t know my way around this area... though, even if I did, that memory is probably long gone along with the fucking rest of them… not that I would have wanted to hold onto them anyways, I don’t think.”

Salvatore’s attention is caught by the last bit of Nadine’s statement, confusion filling him over what the younger woman could possibly mean by what she’d just said. “‘G-gone along w-with the rest o-of them?’... W-what… d-does that… what d-do you m-mean?”

Nadine remains silent for a moment as she continues to absentmindedly stroke the side of Salvatore’s head, the hooded man unable to tell what she could possibly be feeling right now without risking exposing his face to her.

Thankfully, Nadine resumes speaking before Salvatore loses patience and gets too risky. “My memory of the life I had before waking up in that damn pod is foggy at absolute best, but I don’t need my memories to know that I wasn’t very happy with my previous life and that I was actively trying to get away from it somehow. What exactly was I even running from and where was I going? Who knows, and frankly I don’t care to relearn it either. I do think it's quite funny that you were talking about me needing to go somewhere else because this place isn’t good enough for me though, because honestly, even if I could somehow get the hell out of here, it's not like I’d have anywhere else to go. Getting away from the shitty life I had before is probably how I ended up here to begin with, though if I’d known this was how things would end up I might have reconsidered throwing it all away so suddenly.”

Had it not been for Mother Miranda being there for him throughout the years, Salvatore would probably think much the same way as Nadine about the whole situation, but having Mother meant he always had a purpose and a goal to work towards, so it didn’t matter that Salvatore couldn’t return to his old life. What shocked the deformed man the most however, was the fact that Nadine appeared to not only already accept the fact that she couldn’t go back to her former life, but seemed to actively be searching for something, anything new to try and fill the void that had been left behind by the life she’d, more or less, willingly gave away to come up here.

Could… could this mean…?

“Thankfully my ability to make new memories doesn’t seem to have been fucked up at all, which I’m quite happy about since I'll be needing to make a lot to fill in the empty spaces in my brain. We met for the first time in the underground laboratory I was being kept in, though I suppose it was less ‘meeting’ and more ‘seeing’ for the first time, but… still. I don’t know why you were there, or who was with you at the time, but I remember waking up just before you were about to leave. There were a couple others who’d come, before you, to look at me and a couple others for some reason, but you were the one who stuck out the most, to me. You were… special!”

Shock and dumbfounded awe nearly choke the life right out of Salvatore. He could barely comprehend a single word the young woman was saying to him, yet he clung to every heavenly syllable she uttered like they were the foundations of the word of god itself. The pain and agony he normally felt due to his cadou mutations momentarily paused, slowly weaning from its usual constant thrum to a dull numbness that felt surprisingly euphoric in all it’s nothingness.

“S-special? Me?” Salvatore breathed, almost unable to believe the words, even as Nadine hummed in affirmation of their truth. “B-but… how…?”

The giddy chuckle Salvatore’s mundane question pulled from Nadine shook the deformed man to his very core. Her girlish laughter rattles violently around inside the deformed man’s head, playing the sweet, holy tune over and over again, like a broken record that Salvatore would happily go insane listening to for the rest of eternity if he could.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’d have assumed you knew exactly what you were doing with how sweetly you talked back there, why it's almost criminal how suavely you stroked and tugged at the strings of my delicate heart. All the others were so rude, boring, and/or annoying that I thought I might die if I ended up stuck with one of them, but then you came in and swept me right off my feet. It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt before and immediately told me that you weren’t like all the others, you were a kind man and if I ever ran into you I could tell I’d be able to trust you…” Nadine trails off for a moment. “When I learned that we were being moved out of containment and onto our “permanent homes”, I hoped and prayed that I’d be lucky enough to end up wherever you were, but I didn’t want to get too excited until I found out for certain.”

“Th-then how did y-you know… it-it was me?”

“How could I possibly not? You set yourself apart from all the others right out of the gate. I'm honestly shocked you don’t remember it yourself. But there's not a single doubt in my mind that I know exactly who you are… er- well, I suppose a more appropriate way of putting that would be “I know exactly who you are to me”, not that what other people say or think has ever really been something I’ve taken with more than a grain of salt” Nadine giggle beautifully, smiling kindly as she cradled Salvatore’s hoodless, tear soaked face against her, like he were the most precious thing she’d ever laid eyes upon and wanted to hold and protect him until the end of time.

Unable to look away any longer, Salvatore allows his head to rise from his knees until it settles upon the face of the woman currently cradling him in her arms. Her gaze remained turned away from Salvatore for a moment, though for some reason the hooded man had a feeling that it was more out of respect for him and his boundaries than a lack of desire to see his face.

What a strange thing, to be treated with more kindness, love, and respect from a complete stranger than from the majority of people you interact with.

Salvatore wanted to cry when Nadine’s golden eyes finally lowered to him, her face slowly shifting downwards until their noses were little more than an inch apart from one another, though whether his tears were from agony or ecstasy, even he couldn’t properly tell at the present moment. Only one question was on his mind and the deformed man would stop at nothing until he got an answer for it.

“W-who… who am I-I… t-to y-you?” Salvatore asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he forces himself to stare directly into the endless pool of honey yellow swirling around in her irises, wanting-no… needing to know, to see with his own two eyes, what exactly he was to this woman, and whether that answer would spell endless disaster for him and his deep seeded desires, or be the key that unlocks a world of possibilities almost as endless as the spheres of gold that Salvatore finds himself unable, or rather unwilling, to tear his gaze from, lest this be the first, and last time he ever be blessed enough to see them from this close.

A long moment of silence passes as Nadine returns Salvatores gaze, the fondness of her expression only growing as she lowers her forehead to rest against his, a soft, almost breathlessly enamored expression that he’d only seen on black and white screens cast toward men eons more pleasant to look at than he was, slowly spread across her perfect face as she finally answers Salvatore’s question.

“You’re the lovely man who held my hand!”

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maggotbxby · 3 years

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Fire and Ice - Carol Denning x OC/Reader A/B/O Fic

SUMMARY: Sallie Novak, a 19 year old omega, gets sent to litchfield max for attempted murder, and has to survive in a prison that consists of mostly Betas and Alphas.

CHAPTER ONE

Sallie Novak never thought she would end up in prison, but with the unfortunate circumstances that have occurred over the past 2 years of her life, it honestly may be the better option than being at home.

Being an omega, she was told to do the right thing and never the wrong thing, her mother raised her that way. At first, it was okay. Her mother was a strong omega and taught Sallie to control her heats and not get swept up in relationships. She didn’t end up as a pregnant teen, so she didn’t do too bad.

Though when Sallie was 16, her mother met Dan, an ex-military alpha who is the biggest fucking cuntstick on the planet. He actually seemed incredibly nice at first, for the first year of knowing him, actually. He had money and took care of Sallie and her mother who didn’t have much since her father died when she was 12, and her mother worked as a manager at a grocery store.

After Dan and her mother got married, however, the dynamic shifted, Dan seemed to turn into a different person. He got lazy and grew a dependence for alcohol, and they quickly discovered that he got violent when he drank. He began to get very abusive towards Sallie’s mother, and it sent her into a highly depressive state. She lost her job and hardly left her bedroom most days.

Sallie was unsure why or how Dan’s attention got shifted to her instead of her mother, but it did. Sallie would come home from school and Dan would be drunk, and he would find ridiculous excuses to be pissed off at her; she didn’t do the dishes before she left, or she forgot to feed the dog, anything. On the good days, he would scream at her and she’d shut herself in her room and cry, on the bad days, she would be in her bedroom with belt marks, scrapes, and bruises all over her body.

He never took interest in her sexually, as far as she knew. She took suppressants and wore scent blockers so he could never smell her, but he did make occasional comments about her figure and slapped her ass a couple times, so, he wasn’t innocent in that regard either.

Eventually, she had enough of the abuse, she couldn't take it anymore, so one day, when she was bringing him coffee (Which he made her do, every morning), she slipped rat poison in it. But the motherfucker caught on, he could taste it in his fucking coffee, and he wasted no time calling the police.

That’s when she knew she was fucked.

So Sallie ended up in prison. Granted, the time for her was shorter than most, but as an omega, she knew there wouldn’t be many like her. And there weren’t. Omegas didn’t commit crimes and go to jail like alphas do. They stayed pretty and did little offenses that very rarely got them in trouble. Omegas were pure little creatures, even though a lot of them had a nasty sex life, they always kept things clean on the outside and blamed others for their faults like the prissy little bitches they were. Well, Sallie never did that. She took the blame, and though she tried and tried to report Dan’s abusive behaviour, her mother, always denied it, and it was the word of an attempted murderer against that of a woman with a clean record and a veteran.

So here she was, litchfield fucking Max. Walking in with cuffs on her hands, glaring back at everyone who looked at her. The prison provided scent blockers for omegas, and hormone suppressants, but that didn’t make Sallie any less nervous, the suppressants weren’t the same ones Sallie was used to taking, and the blockers weren’t very strong.

They stopped at a gate, and next to it was a large “C” on the wall. “Welcome to C-Block” the guard said as the gate opened and they walked in.

Even with the blockers, she noticed some alphas got a whiff of her smell as she walked by, causing some to lick their lips as if they were a treat, palm at themselves with obvious sexual frustration, while others bit down on their bottom lip to seem less obvious of their intentions when gazing at her body. She shouldn’t be here. She should be somewhere else with more protection, yet here she was… She didn’t realize she'd be mixed in with alphas, even if there wasn’t that many. Sallie didn’t have a plan for what she was going to do while she was here. She didn’t have a plan on staying safe and keeping herself up in the long run. She had nothing.

She was so fucked.

Practically shoved into her little cell, Sallie found herself back towards the guard who had pushed her in. “So, inmate,” the guard spoke. Helman, was it? “Most of the time Omegas are put into Florida, but since we're short on space there, you'll have to stay here until we find an alternative. There aren’t many alphas here, but there are a couple. That means no making yourself vulnerable; cover your scent as much as you can, or you will be fucked over if one of us isn't here. We can’t be by your side every hour of the day, and the male guards won’t be the most reliable if you accidentally seduce them with your scent.”

Sallie wanted to scoff at the male’s words, staring at him. Her expression clearly showed she was nervous. “My cellmate isn’t an alpha, right?” She asked.

“Obviously not, your cellmate is a beta, one of our most docile inmates. Don't expect any more special treatment just because you're an omega though. You got yourself in this mess, and now there’s no way out. You should have been a good little whore and stayed put instead of going out and doing bad things.”

The guard’s words tore right through Sallie, making her go pale for a moment. The look in his eyes showed that he wasn’t messing around and that he was looking for what many of the inmates were looking for: A hole to fuck.

This was her life now.

“This was the end of your special treatment, Novak. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner will not be taken to you. Dinner is in ten, tomorrow you have orientation after breakfast. Don't be late for it. We have eyes on you, so you have little to worry about,” the guard was smirking. “I would get a head start on getting to dinner.The good trays always get taken by the alphas.”

Sallie breathed shakily, nodding her head slowly.

Keep your head up, Novak. They won't hurt you.

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“Ooh, look at this new cookie, you don’t look half bad,” a voice jeered at Sallie when she went to get in line for her dinner tray. She couldn’t resist glaring over, seeing a slightly overweight girl with badly bleached hair laughing at her. She was with a group who already had their dinner trays, sitting at a table. Sallie gave the girl a dirty look, but then she noticed a movement behind her.

It was just a tiny movement, a cocking of the head. And yet for a second when Sallie saw her, she forgot how to breath. The woman was staring right at her, eyes narrowed how a predator would watch its prey. Sallie immediately knew this woman was an alpha, not even having to smell her. Sallie’s brain told her to look away but she simply couldn’t. She didn’t know if it was her omega needing this or just deep curiosity, but she kept her gaze, taking in large 80’s glasses and the end of a lollipop that stuck out of her mouth. But then she blinked, and Sallie felt her face flush and the world came rushing back. She quickly looked away and bore her gaze at the food cart, making sure not to look back at the woman.

When she got her food and sat at an empty table, 2 inmates quickly came up and sat on each side of her, their smell flooding her senses; alphas.

“So… what's your name, pretty little omega? Why did you end up in this sickening place? You must have fucked up, bad.”

“Shut the hell up,” Sallie spat.

“Feisty. I like that.” A second prisoner spoke up, grinning towards her. Her hand began to rub Sallie’s thigh, causing her to flinch. “Oh, they were right about omegas… You are sensitive, huh, pretty girl?”

“Leave me the fuck alone…” She growled, nudging her off her thigh. “I don't fuck around like that. Just because I'm an omega doesn't mean I'm not strong.”

“But I think it does… You see, if all of us were to pin you against this table right now, there would be no escape. I think the guards would even join in on the fun! Either that or we would get thrown in the SHU, but none of us give a shit about that. All we care about is that we might be getting a wet hole to fuck…”

“Hey, knock it off.” A woman’s voice rang through, and the two immediately scattered, there was an instant heaviness in the air. The fear the voice instilled in the other alphas made Sallie nervous as fuck. She looked over and realized it was the voice of the woman she saw earlier. She was no longer looking at Sallie, she was now speaking to the girl with the awful hair.

“Oi Gapman, go sit with that cookie. And nobody fuck with her, got it?” A heavy Bronx accent rang out from that girl, she sounded almost annoyed to say what she did.

A few moments later a thin woman with greasy blonde hair came up to Sallie and sat with her. She was an Omega, Sallie could tell simply by her demeanour, and the alpha bite mark on her neck. Knowing she wasn’t the only omega here made her feel a little bit more safe.“Sorry about these guys, they’re awful here to omegas, but in my experience Carol doesn’t tolerate a bunch of horny alphas like Barb does over in D-Block, so you should be fine. Oh, I’m Chapman, uh, Piper.” She said and stuck her hand out.

Sallie shook her hand with a blank expression. “Carol?” She asked

“She runs the gang here in C-Block. Everything goes through her. I haven't been here long, but I’ve seen her gang do some shit, I wouldn’t mess with her. Oh and her fucking right hand is a bitch, Badison’s her name, the one who yelled at me to come over here in the first place.”

“Badison?” Sallie chuckled. “What kind of name is that?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but she’s my cellmate, and it’s torture. Don’t get on her bad side like I did. She’s just a beta, and honestly I think her attitude is to try to overcompensate for her genetics.”

Sallie just nodded and got lost in thought for a moment. She really didn’t care about this ‘Badison’ character. She did care about Carol though… The quick scurrying off from the other alphas made more sense now, they’re all scared of her. Sallie wonders how long she’s been in here for, and what she’s done.

——

About 15 minutes later, Sallie returned to her cell to try and get some rest. Upon entering she saw a short, blue haired girl sitting on the top bunk reading a book.

“Uh, hey, you must be my cellmate. I didn’t see you when I first got assigned. I’m Sallie Novak.”

The girl looked up from her book and grinned, hopping down from her bunk. “Great! They’re finally giving me a cellmate! I’m Jacs Walker, sorry I didn’t see you in admission, I’ve been in medical, caught a shiv in the ribs a couple days ago from a dickhead alpha over in D-Block.”

“Damn, sorry, that had to suck.” Sallie replied, kind of dumbfounded how positive this girl's energy was for just being shivved.

“It’s all good, shit happens, I shouldn’t have been trying to score from them. Anyways, you can have the bottom bunk, and those hooks there.” She pointed at the wall, “I know you’re an omega, but don't worry, I’m not into girls.”

Sallie nodded, not really sure how to respond, and she sat in her bunk. “If you don’t mind, I’m exhausted, I need some rest.”

“Of course, intake day is the worst! I’d know, I’ve been sent here 3 different times. Get some sleep.”

It wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep with thoughts of large glasses and bright blue eyes…

#carol denning #carol denning x reader #present day carol denning #x reader #fanfic #oitnb #oitnb season 6 #oitnb fanfic #lesbian #abo #abo au #alpha/beta/omega dynamics

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raffinit · 4 years

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Sylvanas/Jaina: jealousy (but like, not in the super toxic way??)

I’m sure you wanted cute couple things with this prompt but my brain worms got the better of me

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It took Jaina a fair bit of time before she understood the state of turmoil her emotions were in. The conception and pregnancy held their own unique agonies and traumas — the birth most of all. Perhaps, if it had been a child that she had wanted to begin with; a child made with someone other than the Banshee Queen...

Weeks, it took her. Weeks before Jaina could stand to hold her own child — her own daughter, who had her blue eyes and soft spread of freckles. It was one thing to see her own features replicated on the impossibly tiny and squashy face of her child, but it was another thing to reconcile the fact that her daughter had a face too elegant and elf-like to ignore.

Not to mention the ears. Not as long as a full-blooded elf, but there was no denying the child's heritage.

Their child, whose name came from Sylvanas, because Jaina couldn't bear to even look at her after the birth.

Their daughter was called Aeryn Windrunner. Daughter of the Lord Admiral and Warchief. A beacon of hope for the new era of peace. Sylvanas had asked her once for a middle name, or perhaps to hyphenate their family names for the sake of heritage, but Jaina had simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Call her what you like," she had said. "I don't care."

Sylvanas had pursed her lips, red eyes burning with something like concern, but said nothing.

Because they shared a chamber; because it would be cause for concern if it ever came to light that Jaina couldn't stand to hold or feed her own child — Aeryn slept in their rooms. Tucked away within a lavish crib, made with elven filigree carved into solid oak wood, and a mobile hanging over it in shapes of anchors and ships.

Though Aeryn slept in their rooms, Jaina did not tend to her. Sylvanas woke with her each night; cared and caressed her and hummed little wordless tunes when the babe would fuss the most.

There were some nights when all she could was weep. In anger, in grief, in shame — in envy at the way Sylvanas took to the baby better than she had.

At the gentle urges from the midwives and healers, Jaina kept her milk. It would've been a waste, after all, but that didn't mean she needed to nurse Aeryn at her breast.

She expressed her milk whenever the need arose; Sylvanas took care of bottle-feeding.

Jaina threw herself back into her duties as soon as she could walk without the pains of birth between her hips. She was tender still, likely could have stayed resting for longer, but she couldn't bear to stay trapped within their rooms for much longer.

No one questioned it, but the smiles full of knowing and sympathy made her skin crawl.

One night, Jaina returned to their rooms to find Sylvanas cradling Aeryn in her arms; the babe's plush cheek tucked against her neck as she stood against the moonlight of the balcony.

Without turning to address her, Sylvanas said, "She likes the sound of the waves. It puts her to sleep the fastest."

Jaina stiffened and turned away. "I didn't ask."

"It's something you should know regardless," Sylvanas said, glancing back to meet her eyes impassively. "For when Greymane or your mother ask of her. They will want to know everything about her. You should at least have enough information to lie."

She expected it to sting, but Jaina felt little more than ire.

"By all means, answer them on my behalf," she replied snidely. "It makes no difference to me."

It continued for a time; Sylvanas mothering their child and she tucking her head beneath the pillows when Aeryn would cry at night. Sometimes, she would watch through her lashes as the Warchief — blooded and branded tyrant of an enemy faction — hovered and fussed over the cradle with gentle words and tender touches.

Other times, she would huff and toss in bed, until Sylvanas would slip away quietly to the adjoining study and the baby’s cries grew faint and muffled behind a closed door.

She wept most bitterly those nights. Why, for what, she couldn’t understand. It was nothing more than hormones at that point. Surely.

A month passed. It was customary, it seemed, to celebrate the first full moon of an infant — to celebrate its first full month of life.

On the morning of the celebration, Sylvanas bathed and dressed Aeryn herself. Though they were never short of nannies and maids at hand, tending to their daughter was something she had always done. Jaina never cared to ask why.

"You'll need to hold her for the ceremony," Sylvanas said. "Try not to drop her."

Jaina scowled at her, but could admit that their daughter painted a very pretty picture; wrapped in a lavish swaddle of reds and golds. Auspicious colours to elves.

"What exactly am I meant to do?"

"Hold her," Sylvanas replied simply, though she seemed entirely unwilling to relinquish Aeryn from her arms. "It's tradition for mother and child to bathe together the morning of the ceremony — but that is assuming we abided by the confinement period. We didn't. This ceremony is meant to officially introduce her to our people. Family and friends and the realm, as it were. You will hold her while I cut her hair."

"Why cut her hair? She barely has any."

Sylvanas let out a sigh, as if there was no greater burden than to answer her. "It is tradition. We used to shave their heads. Now we just trim enough for the symbolism of it. Traditionally, the hair was made into a calligraphy brush."

"How unnecessary," she said.

Sylvanas glared, but made no further comment.

They stood within the Great Hall, side-by-side as the priest recited all the necessary blessings and incantations. Jaina's face ached as it droned on; sore from the forced and unfeeling smile she gave to anyone who caught her eye.

When it was time for the ceremony — when it was time for Sylvanas to trim their daughter's hair —, Jaina felt her spine stiffening, her heart plummeting into her stomach.

Sylvanas met her gaze and spoke in a hiss of breath. "Pull yourself together, Proudmoore."

The weight of the baby in her arms was strange and unwieldy; she had to shift Aeryn several times before she could get her hands in the proper position.

Aeryn squirmed as soon as she left Sylvanas’ arms, her little Cupid’s bow mouth pulling into a moue as she whimpered.

Jaina froze. She gave the baby a feeble bounce, but Aeryn was already beginning to fuss in earnest.

Sylvanas stroked a hand over the bowl of Aeryn’s head, murmuring something in Thalassian. The baby’s long brows lifted in recognition, calming somewhat.

Then she pulled away, and Aeryn fussed again.

“Hold her closer to you,” Sylvanas muttered, casting a pointed look at the crowd watching from the pews. “At least pretend to care, damn you.”

“I’m doing my best,” she hissed, tucking Aeryn closer to her. The baby squirmed and nuzzled close, nosing around against her chest. The pressure made her breast ache in response; she could feel one start to leak. “Just get it over with.”

Sylvanas made a low noise of irritation in her throat but said nothing else. She clipped the end of Aeryn’s hair, coming away with a soft tuft of blonde curl that she carefully secured with a length of red silk before passing it on to the priest.

When it was over, Jaina all but shoved the baby back into Sylvanas’ arms. She tried not to notice the way Aeryn settled comfortably there.

She tried not to notice her mother’s worried face watching from the crowd.

After the ceremony, Jaina began to notice the preferences. Though she tried her best to be present in her daughter’s life; though she tried to hold Aeryn more — it was clear that their daughter preferred Sylvanas. When she held the baby, Aeryn squirmed and fussed and cried, and would only calm when placed in the arms of the banshee.

“She doesn’t know you,” Sylvanas told her, though not unkindly. “Give it time.”

Though she knew it was of her own doing, Jaina couldn’t help the slow festering ugliness that grew each passing day that Aeryn chose Sylvanas over her.

As Aeryn blossomed from a newborn to a full-fledged baby, so too did her personality. The baby smiled her first smile as Sylvanas spoke to her quietly one morning. Jaina watched, hovering by the bed and pretending not to notice the way the Banshee Queen’s eyes lit up and voice lightened into an almost giddy lilt.

“What a pretty smile,” Sylvanas cooed, pressing a tender kiss to the baby’s chubby cheek. “You have your mother’s smile, my little sparrow.”

The way Sylvanas crooned should have made something warm and soft bloom in her chest. Instead, all she felt was a hollow ache.

It had to be an ugly thing, but surely understandable. That she would be jealous of her own child choosing another over her.

When Sylvanas was away, she took to laying the baby on the bed by her. Aeryn kicked and squirmed and fussed at times, but eventually they seemed to come to a stalemate.

“I know,” she said to the baby sometimes, leaning on an arm and watching Aeryn. “I wouldn’t want to be near me, either.”

Aeryn snuffled at her voice, blue eyes searching for her face. When they found her, the baby quieted, staring intently into her face.

“You’ll probably hate me,” she muttered, reaching out and tentatively stroking a finger over Aeryn’s cheek. “You already seem to. I don’t blame you. I’m sorry you weren’t born to a better mother. Or a better world. But at least one of us is doing a good job.”

Aeryn blinked at her mincingly and cooed.

Despite herself, Jaina found herself smiling softly. “I’m just as surprised as you are. Who would’ve thought that the Warchief of the Horde would be such an attentive mother.” She ran her fingers gently over Aeryn’s belly, watching as the baby cooed and kicked at the sensation.

“That’s because she isn’t my first.”

Jaina startled at the voice, pushing upright off the bed and twisting around. There, in the doorway; Sylvanas watched them, expression unreadable but not unkind.

It was hard to hide her surprise. “She’s not?”

Sylvanas pushed off the doorway and approached the bed, settling on the edge. “No,” she replied, bending to nuzzle Aeryn’s hair. The baby kicked and snuffled excitedly, no doubt recognising her, and Sylvanas’ lips twitched into a sad smile. “Despite what you and the Alliance may think — I was once married. I had a wife. We had a child. A daughter the same. Count yourself lucky that Aeryn is nowhere near as fussy as Nilarith ever was.”

That Sylvanas would willingly reveal such personal memories left Jaina reeling. She floundered for a moment for what to say; if she was meant to say anything at all. Instead she watched quietly as Sylvanas danced elegant fingers over Aeryn’s belly, tickling under their daughter’s chin and stroking over an ear.

The tenderness and care in the touch made Jaina’s chest stir with something she recognised as sympathy and guilt at once.

Eventually, she found the sense to croak out, “I’m sorry. For your loss.”

Sylvanas lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “It was another lifetime. I have mourned them enough. I will carry them with me as long as I walk this earth.” She lifted her eyes and glanced at Jaina. “I at least take some comfort in knowing that our daughter died in her mother’s arms...and that she was loved deeply.”

Jaina stared down at Aeryn; at the way the baby clung to Sylvanas’ finger in one tight fist.

“I do love her,” she murmured. “I think. I’m meant to, aren’t I?”

“I can’t tell you what to feel,” Sylvanas said. “The circumstances of her birth weren’t something to recall fondly. It’s understandable that you resent her for what she represents.”

It was unfair. To Aeryn and herself. Victims of circumstance.

“I don’t resent her,” she insisted. “I just — I just don’t know how to feel about her.”

Sylvanas went quiet. She looked down into Aeryn’s face for a long moment, until the tension seemed to bleed hard enough for the baby to notice.

Aeryn let out a whimper, kicking her legs.

Sylvanas’ ear flicked. “She’s hungry.”

“How do you know?”

“You learn their cries over time. Hungry, wet, bored. Hurt.” Sylvanas pushed upright. “I will get her bottle ready.”

Jaina peered down at the baby, took in Aeryn’s little moue and soft cries. The sound made her breasts prickle and she winced, reaching up to soothe the pressure.

Hesitantly, she said, “I can — I can try to feed her.”

Sylvanas paused and glanced at her warily. “You don’t have to —”

“I want to,” Jaina said, reaching up to untie the laces of her tunic slowly. “I’d at least like to try.”

Though it was clear she was doubtful still, Sylvanas inclined her head. “Would you rather I —?” She gestured towards the door.

Jaina flushed and shrugged her tunic off a shoulder low enough to expose one breast. “You’ve seen it all,” she muttered, gingerly manoeuvring Aeryn into her arms. “I’d — appreciate it if you stayed. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get her to latch.”

Sylvanas nodded slowly and moved back towards the bed. Aeryn fussing in her arms brought all of Jaina’s attention to the baby; but she could see in the corner of her eye, the Warchief bustling about with pillows.

“Here.” Sylvanas piled the pillows high against the headboard, gesturing to her. “Lean back. I’ll put a pillow under your arm. Something to brace the weight of her while she nurses.”

Jaina obeyed, shuffling back against the pillows comfortably, keenly aware of the way Aeryn squirmed and wriggled closer to the warmth of her skin. She tucked the baby into the crook of her arm and slouched slightly to urge Aeryn to her breast.

The first suck stung and she pulled away in instinct, gritting her teeth against the pain.

Aeryn let out a cry at the loss, but Sylvanas was there to soothe her.

“Gently,” she coaxed. “Hold her closer and let her set her mouth fully on your breast. She’ll know what to do.”

It was a strange, alien sensation; pinching slightly when Aeryn finally latched. There was a soft, wet suckling sound, and Jaina felt something shift and open in her chest as the baby began to suckle greedily.

“There now,” Sylvanas murmured, settling down on the bed beside her. “You’re a natural.”

Jaina said nothing — couldn’t trust herself to say anything with her throat welled thick with emotions she wouldn’t dare name.

Instead, she cradled their daughter close; one finger clasped tightly in Aeryn’s little hand.

#sylvaina #anon #ask #fic drabble #baby fic #ppd is no joke #drabble #idk what else to tag this with #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #the ceremony they do is based on the full moon celebrations chinese do for their babbies

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