#that's how u know mc is falling hard for logan

[sleuthofsiliconvalley]

ive played a lot of visual novel games and not once has the mc ever said someone else’s name while she was getting it on with another LI. and if you get the JD scene and romance logan, saying his name absolutely ruins the sex in some way bc when its over she tells him to get off of her. it is hilarious. 

#solve it 2 #solve mc #JD #that's how u know mc is falling hard for logan #mc is who in canon is a player\thot\whatever u wanna call it #i love her

[littlestmedic]

I saw your stories about MC and Reiner having a baby and tha you like wirting angst so... what if MC died giving birth? But the baby survives. Could you please write that?

Sure thing my dude. Angst ahoy!

Words: 1391Rating: TPairing: Reiner Wolfson/MCTags: Major character death, blood.

His son is only a few minutes old. He almost wasn’t allowed those minutes.

“We are sorry, Lord Wolfson,” the midwife says. The othersbehind her look pale, their robes covered in blood and some of their facesstreaked with tears and sweat. “So, so sorry. We tried as hard as we could.”

He holds his son carefully. The newborn is not crying, andhis breathing is soft and shallow. Slowly, one of the midwives approaches.

“Lord Wolfson… Your son…”

He lets her take his son from him, and hand the baby to thewet nurse. The room is uncomfortably silent.

“Can I see her?”Reiner is both surprised and not by how broken his voice is. Surprised, for hisface is dry and devoid of tears, and not, for the love of his life is lying beyondthe half-cracked door to their chamber, dead. He doesn’t know what to expect,especially when the chief midwife tries to stop him, especially when Solaire tries to hold him back, hervoice urgent.

“No, Lord Wolfson, no, Reiner, you do not want to see—”

But he enters.

She is a shell, and that is when the tears come. When hesees her deathly pale face, the brown hair greasy and stuck to her head, andthe blood, gods, the blood…

“Oh, my love…” His voice is choked. He takes one shuddering step towards the bed, and another,and then his knees give out and he collapses onto his knees at her side,oblivious to the pain of his knees meeting the flagstones. He fumbles for herhand, clutches at it. His magic reaches out, searching, looking for anything itcan grasp onto and heal, even if it means he will perish in her stead.

Nothing. The spark of her soul is gone, and in its place is a void. He sobs, burying his head intothe blood soaked sheets and howling out his grief. Somewhere off in thedistance, a few rooms over, he hears the broken wails of the retainers. Theyare family, after all. And beneath it all, the weak peal of a baby, which grows stronger after a time,until no other sound registers with Reiner but that of his own cries and thoseof his son.

He sits with her body for longer than he can count, pleadingwith the gods to return her.

But they won’t. They didn’t return his father, or hismother, or his brother. For all intents and purposes, they didn’t care for thegrief of mortals. The retainers come through, as do Ryland and Solaire, andthey plead for him to let her go. Hisson needs him. The baby doesn’t even have a name yet.

It is when Ishara enters, at her sons behest, does helisten.

“Reiner.” Her voice is soft but stern. “Do you truly thinkshe would enjoy seeing you like this?”She rests one hand on his shoulder, and then moves it to stroke at his hair,softly, comfortingly.“You have a child now. Be strong for him, if not for yourself.”

Be strong for him, she says. Reiner lifts his head. His faceis drawn, aged years in but a day. They must prepare her for burial, shereminds him gently. They cannot whilst he is there. To linger any longer wouldbe to risk tarnishing his memories of her further.

So he gets up, and walks, with heavy heart and heavy footsteps,to the door, and away from the love of his life. When he closes the heavy woodof their chamber, he knows he is closing the door to the best times of hislife.

Alfric Wolfson is a remarkably healthy baby for one whosebirth came accompanied with such trauma and heartbreak. He is six months old,and he is the apple of the eye of all those who pass through Lord Reiners castle.Blue eyed and brown haired, he looks little like his father. He does, however, looklike his mother.

Reiner’s heart hurts whenever he sees her smile in his sonsface.

The late Lady Wolfson has a grave outside the castle. It is markedwith a statue of her, head bowed and face peaceful. Every last day of the month,Reiner takes his son to see her. He talks to her, filling her in on their sonsprogress.

“Alfric smiled for the first time today, my love. He lookslike you.”

“Ishara was the first to make our son laugh. Iseul hopes theskill runs in the family.”

“Alfric recognises my voice. And Solaire’s too. Ryland hopeshe is next to be recognised.”

Other times, Reiner stands there, alone. He stares at herface, and he remembers, and grieves, and hopes that wherever she is, she ishappy.

“And this will help him?”

“Of course, Lord Wolfson,” the healer replies, “All babiesmust cut their teeth eventually, and it is perfectly normal they are distressed.It is an uncomfortable process, after all.”

Reiner doesn’t care what’s normal—he just wants to help his child. His son is in pain, andwailing, and no amount of soft singing or rocking helps. And he is scared, ofcourse, scared that his boy will take a turn for the worst, that the midwiveswarnings of sickly babes would come true.

“Thank you,” Reiner tells her, not relieved quite just yet. Hewill not be relieved until his son is no longer wailing, and once againsleeping soundly.

“Papa!”

Alfric’s first word is papa, and it is the only word he seems to say, until hebegins to pepper his vocabulary with “Gust!”, the closest he can get to August.This is much to the others chagrin, but August takes it in his stride.Reiner imagines that as someone with so many siblings, August has seen his fairshare of infants, and knows all the tricks to getting them to say his name beforeall others.

One day, Reiner walks into the nursery with Alfric’s lunch(mashed up peas seemed to have become Solaire’s newest speciality, as the infantseemed to love them), and sees Iseul, bent over the crib.

“Isssssseul. Go on, Alfric. Isssss-eul. You can do it.”

“Papaaaaa. Peas!”

Iseul turns, a good-natured scowl on his face.“Clearly, I know when I’m outmatched.” He shrugs, moving so Reiner can pick uphis son. The elf watches, something unreadable on his face before he blurts out,“She would be proud, you know. So unbelievably proud.”

Reiner turns, looking at him furtively, before nodding. Hisface is a sad smile, the pain still raw and the ache still there.“I know,” he says, facing back to Alfric in his dinner chair, “I know.”

Reiner is sitting in his study, brow creased withconcentration, when the door bursts open. It is Ryland and Altea, out of breathand beaming. At first, Reiner is alarmed—an emergency? Why else would theyburst in without knocking?And then Altea bursts into rapid, excited speech.

“Reiner, my lord, dearest friend, come quick! Quick quickquick! Solaire—and Alfric!! Steps! Walking!”She falls back into simple one word sentences, gesticulating wildly, Rylandnodding at her side—and Reiner waits not a second more, rushing past them withall the urgency in the world.

When he reaches the nursery, and reaches Solaire, he seestwo things all at once—one, Solaire is near weeping with joy, and two, Alfricis standing, and walking, one shakylittle foot in front of the other, pushing away from the toybox he had used topull himself up.

One tiny part of Reiner wishes he had seen his sons first steps, and not the ones afterAltea and Ryland had excitedly hurried to tell him the good news—but he let itwish unheeded. Every other part of him burst at the seams with pride.

It has been exactly twelve months since she passed. A year.The pain is still there— and it always will be—but he has his son.

And his son, the little boy who has his mothers smile, willalways have him.

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