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the melting point {chapter 16}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: In the aftermath of a rather eventful and terrifying last summer farmer's market, you try to find a semblance of normalcy as best you can. Meanwhile, Frankie is up to something that is beginning to cause you to worry about the burden you've become in your recovery.

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: medical jargon, mild language, emotional monologues, internal monologue, negative feelings, negative thoughts, ptsd symptoms, pining, emotional pining, depressive thoughts, description of pain and injuries, blood, descriptions of post shooting chaos, panic attacks, notions of death, hospital setting, mentions of needles and iv's, mentions of narcotics, use of prescription narcotics, feelings of inadequacy, angst

A/N: um, so it's been four months since i've touched this fic, then i woke up yesterday morning and just began writing like nothing. takes breaks when you need to, don't force things and it'll all work out. please let me know what y'all think!

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“C’mon, hang on for me baby, please, don’t-don’t close your eyes.”

“Mantequilla, everything is gonna be okay, I promise, we’re all here for you, please know that everything is going to be okay.”

“We’ve got you, you did so good, you saved my little girl, you did, you saved her.”

“Honey, we all love you so much, please stay strong, I’ll hold your hand the entire way there.”

“Let’s get you turned over, ma’am, c’mon. There we go, you’re doing amazing.”

“Santi, she-she-“

“Papa!! Papa, please help her, I love her! Tio Santi, do something!!”

“Merde, that’s so much blood, Frankie you’ve gotta focus, you’ve gotta calm her down. Get her home safe, to your mother’s, somewhere safe.”

“Will!! They got her, call Morgan! She went missing the second things got crazy.”

“Has anyone seen Benny?”

“They’re transporting her now, rushing her to surgery the second the get there.”

“She’s lost a lot of blood, any donations with the same blood type would be appreciated. Who here is a positive?”

“Sweet girl, please, you’ve got to pull through, I know you can do it. You’re so strong.”

“No response, it’s been how many days now?”

“She’s being rushed into another surgery, she keeps clotting. They can’t figure out why.”

“Fransico Morales? You’re next of kin?”

“No, no, but we’re all she has. Her family is flying out, they’ll be here in a few hours.”

“Taylor, take a moment, it’s…it’s a lot to take in.”

“Daddy, why is tia all tangled in those machines, she’s going to be okay, right?”

“This is my son, he wanted to come and cheer her up because she always did the same for him when he was sick.”

“Please, mi amor, please, you have to make it. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Fractered memories played over each other, words echoing and bouncing off of each other through the fog that was all you knew. You couldn’t feel anything, all of your senses stripped away, and you were nothing more than a half-conscious mind tunneling in and out of suspended darkness.

Beeping, an even beeping was the only steady thing you could make out. Sense of environment completely gone and sense of awareness slowly trickling in. Your eyes hurt as you slowly blinked them open, the faint lights around you too bright and you clenched them shut with a huff that pulled at your lungs. The stillness of where you were was shattered as the clattering of a chair sounded, followed by a pair of hands tightening around yours that were settled over your middle. A hushed order to go fetch someone and then a deep voice was rumbling close. You turned your head toward the presence hovering close to your left side, drawn to whoever it was.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, sweet girl.”

A grunt sounded from deep in your chest as you tried to open your mouth and respond. Then a gasp when pain reverberated from the same spot. You tried to shift your legs, hips feeling oddly numb but you couldn’t quite feel them. It was as if they were asleep, but… you cracked your eyes open a second time, squinting down the length of the bed you were in. Your legs were there, obvious underneath the thin, knit, scratchy blankets that only a hospital possessed. You tried to shift again, but even your hips didn’t feel like a part of your body. Your eyes flew open completely, tearing up at the brightness of the room.

Shuddering breaths pulled deep hurt, but you tried to shift again and again but there was no movement underneath the blanket. None.

“Okay, alright, querida, please. Take a deep breath, it’s-it’s gonna be okay.” Frankie. It had been Frankie speaking to you, close to you. His hands reached out for your own, where you had pried them from him to try and prop yourself up, wires and tubes pulling, clattering against each other and making your head swim. “The doctors-“

“I know this must be quite a shock, but it’s good that you’re awake!” A white coat, thrown over a modest skirt and blouse, blonde hair. A kind face, pinched. A furrowed brow. Bad news on the tip of her tongue.

You tried to speak, demand why you couldn’t feel anything below your waist. But you could only croak out the faintest notions of words. Everything was a blur, the hospital room you were in a mess of blue and white, the beeping of machines hurting your ears. Nothing made any sense, confusion coloring every thought as to how you got here and why.

“Let’s get you some water and food first, your body is pretty weak right now. Can I get a level two meal delivered to room thirteen eighty-nine, please?” She turned to address someone who had been hidden behind her, a nurse in teal scrubs.

“Tell me.” You managed to croak out, eyes fixated on her pinched ones.

“I would really prefer to get you a little acclimated.”

“No.”

Her eyes flickered toward Frankie, as if in a silent plea to get him to calm you down and put you at ease however little he could manage. But you ignored the warm weight of his hand on your shoulder, eyes trained on the doctor in front of you as you tried to find more strength to speak around the dry cotton feel of your mouth, the panging hunger that was present in your stomach, the lack of control over your body.

She sighed, arms holding the clipboard in front her in an imitation of a fig leave over her hips.

“We had you in a medically induced coma for the last two weeks. I’m not sure all of what you remember, the brain is fickle that way, pushing things and events out in response to trauma.” She didn’t look from you as the sound of fast steps approached the door, nor when a large figure moved passed her and came straight to your right side. It was Taylor. Both of the most important men in your life on your sides. He was quiet, but you could see the evidence of tears in the puffiness of his eyes, the lack of a smile on his face as he hovered close.

“You were hit in the sacrum and coccyx region, paralyzing you from the waist down. We performed three surgeries to remove the bullet shards and repair as much of the damage as possible. Your blood flow and reflex reactions have improved but we had no way of knowing if anything truly worked until you woke. A week has passed since we stopped inducing you, we were beginning to think you might not wake up.”

The rest of the conversation was a blur, medical terms floating heavy in the air of the room. Daunting, terrifying, life altering. You didn’t think you could handle another life altering event of this caliber. But it didn’t look like you had to traverse it alone. You teared up once the doctor left the room, offering to come back and talk to you once visiting hours were over, though she had mildly glared at both men as she said it. But knowing them both, they had been alternating staying the night to watch over you past the set hours that allowed for them to be present.

You had two wonderful men who were willing to do anything for you, one with a friend group who would follow his lead and the other who had given you so much already. You hoped it wouldn’t be too much, taking what they were willing to give.

“It’s a lot,” Taylor’s voice broke, his words spoken through eyes glittering with tears. His hands tight around yours as he leaned his forehead against yours, completely in your personal space. “But we’ve done somethin’ like this before and we can do it again. We can do it again.”

You could only nod, throat and voice still weak from weeks of disuse.

He walked closer to the side of the bed, the man’s large build shadowing over you in the dimmer setting of the lights you had requested. The full effect of them too bright for you eyes after being unconscious for so long. You reached out to him, urging him to sit atop it as best he could as you all but threw yourself at him. He let you, aware of Frankie standing close to the other side, eyes watering as he heard the cries that began to bubble up from you.

“I-I-“

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here. We’re both here.” Taylor murmured, as he wrapped his own arms around you to pull you close. He smelled like your apartment, a mix of faint buttercream and the rose perfume you favored all rolled into one comforting scent. His own masked by the time he had been in town. “Alfred was here too, but he had to be taken back for school. He sat with you every day for that first week and read to you. He was so worried about you, mami. He kept talking with you like he always does, hoping you would wake up and respond.”

Frankie excused himself, his phone beeping in his pocket and the sound of you crying too much for him to handle all at once. You watched him leave the room, his shadow visible through the blinds in the window looking into the room as he paced up and down the hallway just outside. His voice a low murmur as he spoke with whoever had been trying to contact him.

“I didn’t mean to scare him…or you. I’m so sorry, that call – it must’ve been so terrifying.” You hiccupped into his chest, unable to stop the tears and emotions from flowing all at once, overwhelmed and completely at a loss of how to respond to anything at the moment.

Hushed words eradicated any ill thoughts you were having of yourself, comforting in their genuine indication. He assured you he had been able to handle it, that he was able to handle the hard things that came along with being bonded with someone for life, for knowing someone for so long. For having already done something similar before. But yeah, that it had been scary but Frankie had been as detailed and direct as he needed to be, levelheaded in his description of what had happened and what immediately happened afterwards.

Frankie came up to you both as he entered back into the room, a hand on both your shoulders to get your equal attention. You looked up at him with watery eyes, feeling so proud of how everyone was trying to keep it together for you but guilty at the same time since it had been something they had been dealing with for weeks now.

“That was the airline, they need someone to come in and take over a few tours for double pay. I wouldn’t normally turn them down and I will if you need me here. You’re awake now and I want to be here with you.”

“Y-you should go, if you want to, if you need to.” Scratchy words spoken with what little conviction you could muster. He was conflicted, worried about making the wrong decision.

“You need me here.” He didn’t argue so much as read the thoughts in your mind as clearly as if you had displayed for him to see. “You want me here.”

“Yes, but….money is money, Frankie. For your house, for your daughter, for everything. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“I’m gonna run and get a coffee before you head out, I’ll stay the night, okay?” Taylor announced before he pressed a kiss to your temple and stood. Leaving you and Frankie truly alone for the first time since you woke up. You reached out to the man, gripping his open flannel shirt and lightly pulling him toward you. But he didn’t budge, his feet stable on the ground and his back not leaning to meet you. He wasn’t looking quite at you, but just beyond you. His eyes a little distant.

“I’m sorry.” Pulling your hands back to rest in your lap, you began to twiddle your fingers, unsure of what to do, unsure of why he was acting so weird and distant. Maybe he was just exhausted, mentally wiped out from waiting and waiting for you to wake up. Maybe…he was rethinking everything he’s once promised you…

“Hey, no, you don’t have to be sorry.” His eyes caught your own, his hands reaching out to hold your own as he kneeled down to be at your eye level. Emotions you couldn’t read swirling behind them. “I just- It’s just… you’re awake. And I’m so scared I’m going to open my eyes or wake up and you’ll still be unconscious…or passed.”

“I am awake.” You insisted, worried about this being an elaborate dream all the same. Some made up fantasy your brain concocted in its last moments and none of it was real, that you weren’t real anymore.

“I want to stay,” He pleaded with you, desperate for you to understand how hard it is for him to make the decision to leave, to heed the call of an entire week’s worth of pay in just a few days. But he had a plan and he had to stick with it, it would be for the best in the long run.

“C-can you stay tomorrow?”

“Of course, sweet girl. I promise. I just- this is important. For the both of us. I swear.”

“I believe you, Frankie. I love you.” You lifted your intertwined hands and kissed his knuckles. He repeated the words before he shrugged his jacket on and bid you goodnight. He didn’t kiss you back, instead squeezing your hands twice in farewell.

“Hermosa, I-I just-“ Frankie hung his head, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees the next evening.

He had gone home to change and get a little sleep after a hectic two days of back to back tours. A touch restful now that he knew you were awake, but still fleeting. His thoughts had been a jumble as his mind flashed your unconscious form across the backs of his eyelids. Bleeding, hyperventilating, being rushed into emergency surgery not once but three times. Of you completely still save for the slight rise and fall of your chest laid out in the hospital bed. “I don’t want to say the wrong thing or diminish anything but- just thank you.”

“You saved her, at such a great risk to yourself. But you did, you saved my little girl when I couldn’t. I have endless love and admiration for you, querida. Please, I am here for you. I will help you with whatever you need or want. And not just because of this, but…but until you don’t want that anymore. You’ve got me, sweet girl. I promise.”

The conviction in his tone was strong despite the way his words were pushed out with deep breaths, trying to keep his composure. His shoulders were quaking with the effort he was holding back another wave of tears. Too many emotions for him to handle since the second you had rushed in front of that gun aimed at his daughter.

“Come here,” You softly compelled him, trying to shuffle atop the bed. Feeling still numb below the tops of your thighs, only some control over your legs that you were trying not to dissect. Going over your charts and test results had helped a little, compartmentalizing that it was happening to you and mind working to help solve and reason the things you read as if it was a patient of your own. Work. And a lot of it was ahead of you.

Frankie shuffled up and out of his shoes, choosing to urge you forward softly so he could be the one resting against the back of the angled bed. He helped to situate you against his chest, his arms coming around you in a warm embrace, the smell of his cologne and body wash puffing up and surrounding you in a comforting way. He pressed kisses to the crown of your head, nose shuffling in your hair and making you sigh out at the human contact.

“I would do it again, in a heartbeat. Even knowing what would happen.”

“Te amo. Te tango mucho amor ti, querida.” He whispered hoarsely in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. All you could do was repeat the words to him, meaning them with everything in your very being. Bringing his hands up to rest over your heart, palms flat over your chest, you both just laid there soaking up each other’s company.

His thoughts took over as you felt your breathing even, reaching over to silence the television that had been playing quietly in the corner where it was installed high on the wall.

��Everything was so loud, a cacophony of too sharp frequencies grating on his ears as he watched the way your body fell to the ground. The man with the gun fleeing from the scene as soon as the gun had fired, steps heavy as he ran as fast as he could. Pope taking off immediately after him, his own gun pulled from the holster attached to his belt. Permission to carry it around off the clock from one of the local military bases where he worked as a freelance advisor.

Frankie was rushing too, toward you. Toward his daughter. Toward you both. There was a pool of blood forming beneath you, having twisted yourself to prevent from falling on top of Alexia’s smaller frame. She was kneeling beside you, tears running down her cheeks as you reached up to cup her face. A pinched expression on your features and blood blooming dark low on your front. His little girl turned to him as he crashed to his knees behind her and brought her in a crushing embrace to his chest, hearing the hum of the crowd that had begun to form all around.

Shouts to call 911 and responses that more than one person was already speaking with officers, telling them of what had just happened.

She begged him to help you.

She begged him to save you.

Shouting at him in her small voice that she loved you and she knew he loved you too.

She buried her face in his chest as he leaned forward to try and get your eyes to focus on him, but you were barely able to keep them open. Lashes fluttering as your breath became labored. He was speaking, words falling from him as he fell back on years of training. Pinging questions off one after the other, getting no response from you for even one. Unresponsive in the worst way, body completely laid out before him and eyes now completely closed. You could’ve been sleeping, as you were still for a fleeting moment.

But then you started to convulse, body fighting against the bullets that had landed deep in your body. He tried to tilt your head toward him, to avoid you biting on your tongue or choking on your own breath.

A new set of hands was taking over, gently ushering him away as paramedics appeared on the scene.

He could only hold tight to his sobbing daughter as he watched the two technicians tend to you. Your chest ceasing heaving at an alarming rate, your breath almost rattling as your lungs desperately tried to keep working.

Blinking rapidly, Frankie focused his eyes on his hands curled over the controls in front of him. He was flying, the landscape of the city and surrounding greenery, the ocean all laid out before him. He was okay, you were okay. Alexia was okay.

He was at work. He was okay.

His fingers twitched at the clueless ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’ of the tourists clamoring for views outside the windows. Their voices coming in clear through the headsets they wore to match his own. Completely in their own world and no problems plaguing them. Carefree.

He was at work. He wasn’t okay.

He should’ve stayed with you.

He should’ve turned down the offer.

But he had run at the first opportunity. Unable to stop the events from replaying in his mind on a loop.

Preventing him from sleeping, preventing him from being able to look at you half the time. Seeing you as you had looked right after the attack, seeing you as they rushed you onto the ambulance, seeing you as your chest went completely still once loaded up. The way your body didn’t respond to the attempts of resuscitation.

Mind torturing him by projecting you laid out in an open coffin. Copper hair resting around your lifeless frame, beautiful face covered in the wrong shade of makeup, hiding the freckles that dotted your face from him. Forever closed eyelids hiding your bright eyes from him. Black dress hiding your soft skin from his twitching fingers, itching to trace the delicate ink that decorated your skin. A masterpiece taken from him in a cruel twist of fate.

Shaking his head minutely, he shoved the fake notions out of his head and pivoted the helicopter toward the coast. Following and announcing the route for the tour that the people sat behind him had requested.

He was at work and he didn’t think he’d ever be okay again. But he would try for you, because you were awake and waiting for him to return to you.

He pulled his sunglasses from where the frames were hanging from his collar and covered his reddening eyes.’

“Come on, two more steps and we’re home free.” The physical therapist was encouraging in the most grating of ways. Your normally polite and civil personality being shattered by the turn of events your life had taken. It was a lot of work now, but it had been a lot of work to initially discover that you had only minimal feeling and control over your lower half. Hips sore no matter how much medicine was added to your IV, legs numb and unresponsive more often than not.

But that didn’t stop the doctor from putting you on a physical therapy track of two appointments per week. Something you had thought was a lot right off the bat but not wanting to argue. Just as angered by the quick pace as you were determined to stick to it. It was the second week since waking up, discharge looming like a storm over the horizon, visible but not yet tangible.

There had been talk about Taylor renting a home to move into for the duration of your recovery. His son being taken care of by his co-parent back home with school having started. But Frankie had offered up his own home, a flush to his caramel skin as he did so. Not having wanted to ask you to move in under such dire circumstances. But he would be lying if he said the thought of offering you a space in his home hadn’t been on his mind lately.

Taylor had offered to split his time between Frankie’s and the apartment above the shop. An outpouring of love from the community delivered to the shop and hospital in overwhelmingly equal parts. Baskets of treats, flowers, cards, vouchers for services from all around the city and local vendors. Everything was being toted back between the two spaces that were now yours.

Lex indulging in the treats as she sat with you in the afternoons after school. Homework laid out before her atop the bed as you helped her with her math and writing. Different people picking her up while Frankie returned to work, determined to put in as many hours before he took two whole weeks off to help you transition to being home once you were discharged.

But right now, you were stood on shaking legs, arms braced heavily on the bars on either side of you as you stood between the set up of the parallel bars. Sweat dripping from your hair thrown up in a haphazard bun, skin sallow from the medication you were on a strict rotation of. You had forgone shoes, insistent that you wanted to be able to feel anything should it come back to you while practicing.

Your arms were shaking, holding up the entirety of your body weight on them, muscles straining and tattoos looking distorted with the flex of them. With a huff, you shifted your hips, right leg lifting slightly and managed to shuffle it about a foot before placing your foot down flat and tipping forward to even your weight with the new stance.

“Alright, you did it!” The nurse was a kindly young man, his arms hovering behind you as he waited for you to tap out. But you sucked in a deep breath and concentrated. Shifting your left foot ahead in the same manner before a spike of pain shot up from the arch of it as you settled it flat on the mat.

“Fuck! Okay, okay, I’m out. That’s all I got.” You wavered, arms shaking and legs beginning to tingle where you could feel them.

“That’s okay, you did good today. Four steps is progress.” The nurse helped you, gathering your form in his arms and lifting to get the pressure off your aching shoulders.

Santi was in the room when you were wheeled back, no sign of Taylor or Frankie. He informed you that they were both taking care of something for you which made you feel a little uneasy that they hadn’t told you themselves the night before that they wouldn’t be in to see you today. The nurse let the man take over with helping you get back into the bed, knowing you’d rather it be someone who you knew handling you for something a little more intimate of a move.

The man’s broad shoulders tensed as he supported your nearly dead weight, completely at a loss of energy from the days activities.

“Did they say where they were going?” You inquired, voice soft as you nuzzled your face into the man’s neck. He smelled so good and you were just in a very physically affectionate mood in wake of not getting any direct attention from Frankie in the way you were too hesitant to ask for.

“Mante, you know I would tell you if I knew, but they were like school boys, shuffling their feet and avoiding eye contact. I’m sure it’s just a surprise for you, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

You were quiet for a moment, allowing the man to situate your aching legs as best he could and covering you up with the blankets that had been brought from your apartment. He busied himself with getting a take out bag unpacked and placing containers over the collapsable table attached to the bed for you. A cup of coffee that smelled of caramel and foamed milk pressed gently into your reaching hands. He was so diligent, the soft curls of his graying hair falling over his forehead as he focused. When everything was set up, he settled into the chair beside the bed with his own container and began to dig in.

But you were still, only a sip taken from the hot coffee handed to you.

“Santi…”

“What is it, hermosa?” He looked up from his food, utensils loaded up and a bite halfway to his lips. “I get the wrong thing?”

“No,” A small smile offered to him as your heart fluttered in your chest, unsure of how to even broach the concerns that were crashing over you in overwhelming waves. “No, this is great. Thank you.”

The man watched you, eyes scanning your face as you averted your eyes. He let out a quiet sigh and set down his utensils completely, asking you to tell him what was really on your mind.

“Frankie…he, um, he-“ You felt like a complete idiot as your face heated up, tears welling in your eyes unbidden. Foolish question, it was such a foolish thing to be worried about when the man’s words were nothing but reassuring and loving. “Why won’t he kiss me, Santi?”

“Is that what you need right now?”

You warbled out an affirmative. Feeling for all the world like a pathetic lovesick fool even surrounded by everyone who you could possibly need in your life right now, everyone working together to help you in any way possible.

“Have you talked to him about it?”

A shake of your head was all the answer you could muster up.

“He’s probably just trying to respect you, not wanting to put pressure on you to be that way with him if you’re too overwhelmed.” Santi went on to explain that his best friend had trouble with stuff like this, showing his affection and feelings in wake of traumatic events.

That you should try not to worry too much, though he knew that was easier said than done. To not take it personally, but he admitted to knowing that might be hard to do as well, everything so much at the moment. He reminded you that you could reach out to you with anything at any time. He would try his best to be there for you in any way that he could. Even jokingly offering to pepper kisses over your face and approaching you with overly pursed lips until you erupted into a laughing fit at how ridiculous he looked as he loomed closer. He sealed the conversation with a genuine press of his lips to the corner of your mouth, his hands cradling your face in their warmth before he moved back to his seat and ordered you to eat.

Across town, Taylor and Frankie had a similar conversation as a bell dinged above them where it was nestled in the doorway to a shop front. The two men determined to surprise you with something that Frankie had quietly brought up one night following your first rush into emergency surgery. An approval of sorts he had been seeking after was granted instantaneously with a smile and words of encouragement from the only other man he felt like he could share the conversation with at the moment.

“Discharge papers should be processed by end of day, looks like you’ll be spending the night in your own bed.” The doctor offered you a small smile. She had been worried about having you under her care when she found out you were a once trained medical technician, knowing how bad of a patient she was when sick herself. But you had surprised her, not talking over her or voicing opinions on what needed to be done. It had been another week, progress made in physical therapy.

You were able to walk the length of the parallel bars, slowly and with a lot of huffing and puffing. But it cleared you for outpatient treatment. The feeling in your legs was spotty, coming to you mostly in the mornings when you first woke up and at the end of the day after resting for a few hours. Something she was only mildly worried about, muscle atrophy from being unconscious for so long lingering even now.

But she had been confident that the feeling would come back completely, though she was honest when she said she was worried about numbness flaring up.

That’s how you found yourself seated in the passenger seat of Frankie’s truck as he pulled into the drive of his house. He was waiting for the garage to open, in order to make it easier for you to walk straight into the laundry room instead of having to attempt to tackle the stairs to the front door. Everyone would be over tomorrow, to celebrate your release. Giving you a free night to settle in and mentally deal with the shift in environments. Lex would be at her grandparents so Frankie could focus on getting you settled.

“One moment, just…want to get something set up before I help you out, okay?” His earnest gaze widened his beautiful eyes, watching you and making sure you were alright to be left alone for a moment. He was through the door and back in the garage in a matter of minutes, a shy smile aimed at you as he helped you down and got a walked ready for you. It had a cushioned seat in the middle, in case you needed to take any breaks when trying to move about. Something you wanted to argue but didn’t have a good one against.

You felt…weird. Having to rely on him so much, but extremely grateful that he was willing to. You’d seen friendships and relationships fall apart with this much stress and similar situations. Both as a professional and a civilian, as a friend. You only hoped this wouldn’t be one of the last things he did for you before telling you it was too much, that you were too much. Love could only encompass so much before it wasn’t enough to hold two individuals together.

Melancholic and depressive thoughts abundant as you tried to come to terms with what the near future would hold for an unknowable amount of time. There was no timeline with things like this and that’s what worried you the most. What if you had flares of numbness for the rest of your life, what if he began to see you as a burden, as work he had to come back to after doing his shifts at the mechanics and his flying tours. What if all your progress was meaningless and you woke up one day with no feeling at all?

He had hushed you on more than one occasion with soft words, promises he wouldn’t do that. Promises that he was yours, that you were his, that you were in this together. But doubt crept in regardless. Even more so in the realization that he hadn’t wanted to kiss you. He was quick to dodge your advances, placing placating touches of his lips to your hair instead; of pulling you tighter to his body instead. Almost as if he was hesitant to show you affection in that way and it was hard to handle when all you wanted was that type of comfort from the man you loved so completely.

His hands were warm as he supported your weight, but he didn’t shift you down to the ground completely, instead he pulled you flush against him. Your own arms tightened around his neck, feet barely touching the ground as he ducked his head to kiss you fully for the first time since you woke up in that hospital bed. You melted into him even more, welcoming his lips against yours reverently, desperately.

The plush give of them against your own feeling like a true welcome home.

Shifting your hands up into his soft hair, you knocked the cap clear of his head as you parted your lips for him. He held you tight, not risking you putting too much weight on your own feet for even a second as he kissed you again and again, lips meeting yours in a dizzying display of his unfettered affection. Pulling at his curls, you pivoted his head to deepen another kiss, desperate for his touch and his taste. He groaned into your mouth, pulling back slightly to rest his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes slowly, watching the way his face was completely relaxed. The lines of his age smoothed out slightly as he moved to peck one last kiss to your slick lips.

He had set the table up before picking you up, at home during the day as he had received your hopeful text about the paperwork this morning. But he had run inside to pull everything from where it was keeping warm in the oven, lighting twin tapers set in the middle of the dining table. You tried to hide the squeal of surprise as he lifted you up completely, choosing to carry you bridal style over the threshold of the house and through the laundry room and into the kitchen.

“Frankie, you didn’t have to do all this.” You placed a kiss to his cheek as he carefully set you down into a chair, making sure your legs were situated how you wanted them. “I woulda been happy with a fast-food drive thru, you know that.”

“I know, but I wanted to do something special for you.” He moved over to the closest chair, settling down into it with a sigh. He looked nervous, you realized as you took in the dinner had had made before picking you up. One of your favorite dishes filling the kitchen with its tantalizing scent. The boys had snuck in food from time to time, but it had mostly been bland hospital food for a majority of the last three weeks.

Frankie cleared his throat, your eyes lifting from the items on the table and toward him.

In his hands was an emerald velvet box, open to reveal a simple gold band with a sparkling rhombus diamond in the middle.

Your lips parted, a gasp falling from them as your heart stuttered hard in your chest. Hands dropping the utensils you had just picked up clattered to the table and you stared across the table at him. At a complete loss for words as he nervously shifted in his seat and leaned closer toward you to take your hands in his own, the small box set down gently beside your plate. His hands were shaking slightly, his nerves obvious as he bared his soul to you with his next words.

“Sweet girl, I know things are going to be touch and go for a long while,” He took a deep breath, chest pulling the fabric of his shirt taut with the action. His tongue peaked between his lips, a habit you noticed when he had a lot on his mind, and he was trying to sort through everything. “But I don’t want you to worry about anything to do with us, with you and me. You have me, you have me until the moment you decide you don’t anymore. I hope you don’t ever change your mind because I’ve been gone on you since the second you aimed that glare in my direction all those months ago. Will- will you do the honor of marrying me?”

Tears welled up the longer you looked at him, his eyes so wide and open, his voice cradling you with his earnest words. All you could do was nod, voice caught in your throat.

He let out a deep exhale, pulling a giggle from you when he broke out into the widest, goofy smile you had seen on him yet. You mirrored him, lips pulling as you squeezed his hands and leaned forward to rest your forehead against them clasped together.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Fransisco. Of course.” You kissed the tops of his hands, one and then the other before you were pushing yourself up slightly, tentatively placing weight on your legs and surging forward to kiss him.

He only let you get away with one before he was standing from his seat and kneeling in front of you with the box in his hands. He carefully removed the ring from its spot nestled safely inside the velvet cushion and you held out your left hand for him. It took a second for him to place it securely on your ring finger, snug and perfect against your skin. It glittered in the candlelight and you felt a tear run down your cheek.

Frankie’s hands came up to cup your face, his lips connecting with yours as he chuckled breathlessly at having managed to pull out the surprise proposal. At your resounding yes. At the prospect of a concrete future with you.

“I love you so much, thank you for...for everything.”

“I love you too, you dork,” Your laugh sparkled against his parted lips. “I can’t believe you just thanked me for agreeing to marry you.”

“Well, you could’ve said no.”

“Not in a million years.”

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balladofmyramblings · 2 months

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What would have happened if

1. Katniss didn't volunteer for Prim, so Prim and Peeta compete in 74th Games.

2. Gale and Katniss compete.

3. Katniss and Peeta's brother compete. Before, he volunteered for Peeta.

The Questions :

A.What strategy would Haymitch made for District 12?

B.What would Katniss do to them? Would she become an ally with those 2 boys?

C.Who would be the winner in the end?

Thank you so much :)

@curiousnonny

You have ZERO idea how much I’ve thought about the first question.

Let’s start from the beginning: they’re reaped. they get to the capitol. I think that their outfits would have stayed the same, so they would’ve made the same kind of statement before the games and had a fair bit of attention.

next, training. I think Peeta and Prim would still spend a lot of time together, like an older brother and younger sister bond. Prim might not know him as well, and Peeta might not know her as well, but I think they’d still want the best for each other, and of course Peeta would want to protect Prim as much as possible (both for Katniss’ sake and because he’s a good person).

For the personal training score thing, Peeta would probably get the same score, and I’m guessing Prim would show off her healing knowledge as much as she could and maybe score a 6-8, if she’s lucky, or a 4 if not. Either way, it wouldn’t be like Katniss’ 11, but enough to get some attention.

Now, the interviews. I think Prim would play up her medical aspect, how she has that advantage despite being so young, and talk a fair bit about Katniss and her protection (that she now doesn’t have). I think she’d gain a fair bit of sympathy for it, and while maybe not thought of as a victor, she’d still be seen as useful and not completely discredited.

Then Peeta comes in. I think he’d still be just as charming and all, and when Flickerman asks him about girls again, his answer will stay the same. Prim will probably believe it way better than Katniss did honestly, and I think that they could maybe bond over it, and Prim would probably think it was funny.

Peeta would still have managed to intrigue the viewers, and while it wouldn’t be as fun watching the love story play out, it’d still be cool. I think Katniss would probably be interviewed earlier than the last 8 tributes, or after Peeta gets in a troubling spot (but not with the careers- I’ll get to that later) (side note I just almost called them death eaters and earlier almost called the capitol the hallow this is a PROBLEM atp).

Katniss’ response would probably be something like, “I’ve always appreciated Peeta, and am so thankful he can look after my sister. I want her home safe.” Or something like that- not denying her and Peeta, but focusing the attention back to Prim, because she knows how this works and needs Prim to stay relevant and not be overshadowed so much that people want Peeta to win instead of her so he can get home to Katniss.

In the actual games, I think Peeta would stay with Prim, who would’ve made friends with Rue during training. Omg I totally forgot about Rue.

I think Prim and Rue would’ve become friends with each other during training after both trying to observe each other because they’re both so young. I think Peeta would’ve stuck with both of them.

So yeah, I know it’s probably annoying to the Peeta-haters to paint him as this kid defender/protecter, but I genuinely believe that’s what he’d do.

During the arena, I can only guess at. I think Rue would’ve tried to show them her hiding spots, and Prim tried to show Peeta what Katniss had showed her about hunting, but they would’ve had to find some in between and probably gone for something in the middle for both of them (maybe 40ft off ground instead of 80ft, and only foraging).

I think they would’ve made it pretty far tbh, like to the top 12 given all their combined skills, but anything past that I can only guess at. Yes, I should probably be trying to be more creative, but it’s so open and I don’t think Prim would be comfortable going after to KILL the careers nor do I think any of them would know about the hoard of food or stuff.

In the end, I think Peeta would’ve died first, or it would’ve been like what happened with Rue and Katniss. If that happened with either Prim or Rue, Peeta would still try his best to get the other one to make it to the end, and if it came down to the two of them I think he would’ve let the other one win.

Honestly though, I have pretty good hopes for their little group, especially Rue now that she’s with far less bold people. So I think the victor that year would either be Prim, Rue, or a career. Slim chance for Peeta, and the 2 people if from the same district never would’ve been inacted if this happened.

Katniss and Gale I really feel like depends. If they were both reaped, that would’ve sucked, so I’ll get to that later. If Gale had VOLUNTEERED for Peeta…well let’s just say he wouldn’t want to do that.

See, I think Katniss literally thinks about this. She’d never forgive him for not taking care of Prim while she was gone. Especially CHOOSING to follow her to a death arena. Look at how mad she got at Peeta for saying he liked her- this would basically be a bigger version of that, and he knows her so much better (or they both think he does), so it would hurt more.

I think Katniss would’ve just been so angry with him for the train ride and training Haymitch nor Cinna could’ve done anything about it, and just painted them as adversaries instead (although Gale wouldn’t be helping this). Katniss’ training would’ve gone about the same, and I’m guessing Gale could’ve pulled a score anywhere in the 8-10 range.

Now, I think the interviews would decide how the rest of the games would go. I think Katniss’ would’ve gone about the same, except with maybe a jab at Gale because he was supposed to stay and protect her sister. I don’t think she would’ve gone overboard with it though, because there was still that part of her that wanted to protect him, even if he’d done this.

And then Gale’s interview I have two thoughts for.

Possibility one- his hatred of the games overcomes his love & desire to win Katniss back. He sits completely silently the entire interview, not interacting with or acknowledging Ceaser or the audience the entire time. This would earn him points with sponsors, but not the capital because of the rebellion aspect.

Possiblity two (less likely)- his love and desire to win Katniss back overtakes his hatred of the games, and while he does spend time playing up his benefits (to appeal himself), he does ask for her back. During Katniss’ interview, she would’ve put her foot DOWN on this and honestly probably refused to answer anything about him, bringing the attention back to her and her skills.

In the arena, I think Gale would’ve spent like the first day trying to find Katniss, but because Peeta wasn’t there to distract her Katniss would also have her bow, so he would’ve left soon enough after realizing this.

Katniss’ journey may have stayed mostly the same, with the careers after her, except this time Gale might’ve joined them for REAL instead of Peeta (if it was the first version of the interviews). Not to mention, he would’ve known the look in the trees, and would know it was her shooting that got her the 11 (by deducing it- Katniss definitely wouldn’t have told him).

If it had come down to Katniss and Gale, I think Katniss would’ve offered the berries again tbh (if she still had them). She holds many grudges, sure, but I think she would’ve cared about Gale’s family too much to just kill him, and again, he’s her best friend. I think Gale would’ve accepted, but let her eat the berries, thinking she was doing that to him.

Honestly, there are so many possibilities for this, and I don’t think I know Gale’s character enough to fully explain and predict him lmao.

If Katniss and Peeta’s brother competed, my best guess is it would be just like a normal hunger games for her. She wouldn’t go after him, he probably wouldn’t go after her, and they would mostly not interact imo. Maybe there’d be something about Peeta’s brother trying to steal her attention, and it’s only main outcome different than the original would be stirring up more attention for d12 in the reaping.

Geez I really need to start reading questions fully before answering. I think I mostly did though, but for the Haymitch thing, I feel like it’d just depend on how they felt about stuff. He’d probably just drink for Katniss and Peeta’s brother, but be more focused with Prim & Peeta and Katniss & Gale due to the more drama.

Really interesting question to explore, so thanks, @curiousnonny ! As always, feel free to debate and discuss other possibilities in the replies/reblogs- I’d LOVE to hear y’all’s ideas for it.

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pollenallergie · 5 months

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OKAY OKAY i’m horny and sad so i cope by building onto your sahd billy thoughts. when he first found out that you’re finally pregnant, being a dad was all he could think about. it reminded him of his own childhood, and you watched that despite the joy he was facing, his anxiety was a crushing force. so in your third trimester after you’ve gotten your maternity leave in order, you sit down and clasp your hands over billy’s before making a proposition. during the initial 8 weeks of maternity leave your job has granted you, he can resolve any of his carpentry jobs that he hasn’t finished before the arrival of the baby. however, once you return to work, would he consider staying home with the baby for your peace of mind? both of you know it’s as much about him as it is you, but he jumps at the chance. when you welcome your gorgeous daughter into the world, he cries harder knowing that he’ll be the one to help her grow. he’s nervous around her at first, but he has such strong parental instincts that even if he fumbles with tasks, he usually knows how to sooth the baby. he spends his days with her reading books and going out for walks in a sling that was definitely designed for women. he’s so diligent about making sure she never spends more than 15 minutes in a dirty diaper, and is the only one besides you who can quiet her when she gets gassy. seeing the parental instincts in billy make you wildly horny, and you bet your ass that if the baby is with grandparents or has gone to sleep that you’re giving billy sloppy head and letting him pull your panties to the side and fuck you deep and hard in a combo of desperation and the need for speed. no medication he’s ever taken compares to seeing you come in the door with groceries after work and beelining to him to kiss your two favorite people. i have more thoughts about when the next kids come along and pregnancy, but i’m exhausted so just expect more soon!!-🍊

snskenjdndkdkfkfj i apologize in advance for the lackluster response but!!! ik that you recently sent in another ask and like i’m very stoked about you being back!! you were very much missed!! so i wanted to like respond to this ask as a thank you!!! and also i will absolutely try to have a response ready for your most recent ask by the end of the year!! its just that like… school b kicking my ass rn! but after finals, i should have more than enough time to read it and obsess over it and reply to it in the most feral, unhinged way possible 💖💖💖

love youuuu

also yes!! to all of this!!!! he’s soooo diligent about making sure his darling baby girl is properly taken care of, so much so that he is absolutely the kinda dad who is super reluctant to let your (drunk) relatives hold her at family gatherings. like if uncle jim has had more than two beers, i’m sorry, but billy is not letting him hold his beautiful, fragile, delicate baby girl. absolutely not. no way. at times he’s maybe a bit overprotective, but it’s only because he values the safety and happiness of his family above all else. he’ll do anything and everything to make sure the love of his life, his lifelong partner, the owner of one half of his heart and his beautiful baby, his darling girl, his little angel, the owner of the other half of his heart, are both safe and happy and loved and content, just as you would do for him and for your daughter. you’re two of the most doting, most nervous parents in the world, but it’s hard not to be when the very product of your love is so damn adorable and also, unfortunately, still damn tiny and so damn fragile. but, let’s be honest, even when your beautiful girl is no longer quite so small and helpless and so easily put in danger (she could be dropped, she could be shaken, she could choke!! oh my god there’s so many things to worry about!!!), you’ll still fret over her endlessly. of course, as she grows older and more independent, you’ll both give her the space she needs to mature and find herself, but you’ll never really stop worrying about her and you’ll never really stop trying to dote on her and to care for her. you’ll absolutely be the parents who visit her while she’s away at school and bring just sooo much food with you and, oh gosh, if billy notices that her and her roommates don’t have gloves, he’s gonna immediately knit them all a pair because “it’ll be winter soon! you two could get frostbite! you need gloves!” as she gets older this sort of fretting will begin to annoy her, and when she’s a teen it’ll absolute infuriate her at times, but eventually she’ll grow to appreciate it, and, when she’s your age, with a baby of her own, she’ll look back on all those years of ceaseless doting and fretting and fussing fondly. of course, even when she has a baby of her own, blessing you and billy with your first grandbaby, you’ll still continue to dote on her and to fret over her, even as you dote on and fret over your new grandbaby too. you and billy will probably be the kind of parents who show up to the hospital while she’s in labor with huge care-packages for her and the new baby and your son-in-law, making sure all of your loves are properly taken care of. and billy’ll definitely cry when he hold his grandchild for the first time, just as he did when he held his daughter for the first time, just as he did when he held each of her siblings for the first time. <3

#ask and i shall reply #lovely anons <3 #🍊 anon <3 #billy knight strike #billy knight x reader #billy knight #🍊anon <3 #lovely anon <3

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annonniiiiieeeee · 1 year

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oh my god i love your leosagi kids. could we get a one shot abt a day in the life of our two fav dads?

Part 1

Usagi awoke early as he always did. He opened his eyes and smiled as he saw his husband’s sleeping face. He lingered for just a moment, enjoying the peace while it lasted. Then he carefully removed himself from the bed. He walked to Leo’s side and gently placed a kiss on his husbands cheek. Leo had been out late the prior night helping with an emergency downtown. Usagi would have gone with him but the kids always took priority. So he was determined to let his husband sleep as long as he could.

It wouldn’t be that long. They were traveling back to the Tenshu today. They tried to visit often but they were well over due the visit at this point as it had been three months since their last trip. They had a good reason mind you. Three months ago Hamato Kaida was born, they had waited until she was older to travel. Leo said she was old enough now but to Usagi she was still so small.

He leaned over the bassinet in their room to see Kaida curled up on her side. She could still fit in the palm of his hand. As he said, still far to small for traveling in his opinion, but Leo assured him over and over that it would be okay. They had traveled with Jorato when he was her age and the twins when they were even younger needing to move them to Leo’s world to medical reasons.

Usagi brushed his finger against the sleeping babe’s cheek. She was so precious to him. They all were. And he just wanted them safe.

He turned and made his way to prepare a quick breakfast for the family. As he was doing this he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind. He blew out a sigh as he felt his husband nuzzle the back of his neck.

“I was going to let you sleep.” He said in a quite voice not wanting it to carry to the sleeping children. He could feel Leo’s smile against his neck before a soft kiss was placed there.

“You know I can’t sleep without you any more.” Usagi let himself relax into his silly sap of a husband for a second. The moment ended with a call for “Daddy” from down the hallway. The voice was quite but Usagi caught it easily.

“Sakura is calling for you.” He informed his husband. Leo gave his waist one last squeeze before letting go.

“Duty calls, I’ll get the kids ready.” Leo said as he walked down the hallway. He went to the twin’s room first. Both girls had just turned two about a month ago. Sakura was already up and moving when he entered the room.

“Daddy!” She cried running over to him with arms wide open. Leo immediately crouched down and scooped her up.

“Good morning Flower Blossom.” Leo said as he kissed her check causing her to giggle. “What are you looking for this early in the morning?” He asked swaying them from side to side. He could see Ume starting to wake up from all the noise and commotion.

“‘erry dress!” Sakura responded excitedly. Leo smiled at her.

“The pink one with the matching pink bow that has cherries on it?” He asked her just to be sure. The girl nodded excitedly before leaning into snuggle her father. Leo smiled as he moved around the room quickly locating the outfit. “Do you want help getting into it.”

“No!” Was the quick response as well as a quick grab of the outfit from his hand. He set her down and moved over to Ume as Sakura started to struggle with her clothes. He knew it was better to let her come to him for help than try and help her right out the gate.

Ume looked up at him with big eyes before holding her arms up at him. He quickly scooped her up and kissed her cheek. “Good morning Flower Petals.” The little girl leaned into his arms hugging her dad tight. She was always quite and cuddly in the mornings, but after she fully woke up she matched her twin in energy. “Do you know what you want to wear today?”

Ume looked over to see her sister struggling with the tie of her dress before pointing at her and mumbling, “ap’i’ot” Leo knew what she meant. The twins had matching dresses that were cherry and apricot themed. They were a gifts from Aunt April for their birthday and the girls wore them everywhere. He knew exactly where it was.

“Daddy help.” He turned just as he handed Ume her outfit to see Sakura in her dress. It was tied wrong and her bow wasn’t tied around her head at all more just laying on top of it. Leo held in a chuckle and moved to help her.

After both twins were taken care of he chased them out of the room and towards the kitchen. Usagi had finished making breakfast and quickly sat both girls at the table. Leo turned and move to their sons room. Jotaro could sleep through just about anything, a blessing and curse. On one hand he wasn’t awoken by his sister’s giggling on the other he had once taken a nap under his bed. They couldn’t find him for an hour and the boy hadn’t awoken to their calls.

He pushed the door open to see his almost four year old son sound asleep with his head hanging off of the bed. Leo shook his head and walked over to wake his son up. “Jotaro-chan, wake up Sushine” he called. The boy woke up with a groan before looking at his dad. His eyes widened before he sat up quickly.

“We get to see Jiji today.” The boy was up and moving. Leo laughed though he understood the boys excitement. While they saw Splinter and Draxum all the time it was harder to visit Katsuichi. And it had been a long time since they had done so. Leo knew how excited the man was to meet his newest granddaughter.

“Do you need any help Son?” Leo asked as he watched the boy quickly grab a blue haori out of his closet. It had the Hamato crest on the sleeve and had been a gift to him from the last time they saw Katsuichi. The man had purposely got the boy a bigger one than needed so they wouldn’t need to replace it so soon.

“No Dad. I got it.” Unlike Sakura he did indeed have this as he quickly got dressed. Leo only need to help him adjust his tie around his waist. The two started walking towards breakfast. When they got the the kitchen Jotaro gasped and turned on his heel. “I ‘o’got somet’ing” he cried running back down the hall.

Leo let him think it wasn’t that big of a deal. He walked forward and accepted a plate from Usagi with a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you Usa-chan.” Usagi smiled and placed his plate next to Leo.

“Where did Jotaro-chan go?” He asked looking down the hallway.

Leo looked up at him before shrugging. “Said he forgot something he’ll be along quickly.” Leo knew Jotaro would never slow them down on a morning when they were going to visit Katsuichi.

“Alright. I’m going to go get Kaida-chan.” When we’re done eating we’ll go.” He said the last part to the girls wanting them to know the plan for the day. As he walked down the hallway Jotaro rushed by him with a quick ‘morning Tou-san.’

Usagi reach his and Leo’s bedroom and approached Kaida’s bassinet. He was surprised she hadn’t started crying yet. But when he got there, she wasn’t there. His heart dropped to his stomach as he quickly moved the blankets around. Kaida wasn’t there. Where could she be? The bassinet walls were to high for her to climb out of. She wasn’t that mobile yet either. How did this happen.

“Leonardo-chan!” Leo heard his husband’s panicked cry. He quickly told their three children to stay there as he ran down the hallway.

He was greeted by a panic stricken Usagi. He was moving around the room looking under everything, picking up objects at random to check underneath them. “Usagi-chan what is it?” Leo asked approaching his husband.

Usagi wiped around to face him throwing his hand up to stop Leo’s movement. “Watch your step!” His eyes where wild and he looked genuinely afraid. Leo was starting to feel terror building with in himself as well. He had only seen Usagi look like that a hand full of times and it was always when someone’s life was on the line.

Leo froze where he was, looking down to see what he was about to step on but there was nothing there. He looked back up and held his arms out towards Usagi. “What is it Usa-chan? What’s wrong?” He asked the question gently hoping to calm them both down.

It didn’t work as Usagi still looked so afraid. “I can’t find Kaida-chan.” He whispered out. “She’s not in her bassinet.” Leo could feel his own heart rate increase. He knew how much Kaida’s small size freaked Usagi out. He also knew that he and his brothers were menaces growing up. He also knew that red eared sliders were climber. He hadn’t thought she could do so yet as she wasn’t even crawling yet, but what if she had?

He walked carefully to his husband watching his step as he did. When he reached him he pulled him close. He could feel Usagi’s trembling, this was his nightmare and Leo knew it. “We’ll find her I promise.” He whispered into Usagi’s ear. “She has to be in the house. We’ll search everywhere.”

“Daddy.” Leo turned to the door to see Jotaro standing there. “What’s wrong with Tou-san?”

Leo tried to smile for him no wanting to panic their children as well. “Hey buddy-“ before he could even finish his statement Jotaro called him out.

“Why a’e you using Uncle ‘aph’s baby ‘oice?” Oh no. The kid knew. Knew that was the voice the his brother pulled out when he was trying to hide his panic and worry. He started to walk over when Usagi stopped him.

“Carful Jotaro-chan!” The boy froze unsure of what to do or what he had done wrong. Leo took mercy on the boy.

“Kaida-chan has gotten out of her crib. We are looking for her. If you would like to help that’s great but you have to watch where you step.” Leo explained as calmly as he could.

But Jotaro looked confused. He tilted his little head to the side his ears flopping behind him. “But Kaida-‘an’s with me.” He said it so innocently. He held up his hands and his sleeves moved out of the way and there was Kaida nestled in his hands just like they taught him to hold her. “I fo’got to c’eck on he’ dis mo’ning.” He said.

Leo heaved a sigh of relief. Their son was obsessed with his youngest sister and how small she was. He always wanted to carry her. Leo felt silly for forgetting that.

Usagi pulled out of his embrace and approached the two children. He fell to his knees in front of them and quickly pulled the two into his arms. “Tou-San?” Jotaro questions but he was greeted with a sob that tore out of Usagi’s throat. The boy panicked and started to apologized. “I’m so’y I won’t do it again.” The boy was starting to cry to. Leo moved to try and do some damage control but Usagi was already on it.

Usagi reached up with his hand and wiped away his son’s tears. “I am not mad at you my son. You are not in trouble.” He started off reassuring the boy. “I was scared. I thought something happened to your sister. Your sisters, you, and your Daddy mean everything to me. I was afraid but that is not your fault.” Usagi tried to explain his own feelings while never blaming the boy as he truly hadn’t meant to cause the panic he did.

Leo came over and crouched next to them, placing a hand on both of their backs. “You’re not in trouble Jotaro-chan. Okay?” He waited until the boy nodded at him. Leo smiled as his son rubbing his back. “Next time tell us when you’re going to get Kaida-chan. I love how much you love her and I don’t want you to feel like you can’t hold her, but please tell us first so we don’t go through this again. Okay?” Jotaro nodded at him again. “Ok. You’re not in trouble, you were trying to help and be a good big brother. We just need to learn to communicate with each other okay?” The boy nodded again and leaned into Usagi more as Leo rubbed his back.

After a moment Leo could hear rustling from the kitchen. He could see that Jotaro was still upset and that Usagi was still shaken. He sighed and stood up. “How about some cuddle time on the bed. I’m sure Jiji will understand the delay.” Usagi looked up at him and gave a hesitant nodded. “Alright. I’ll go get the girls.” Leo leaned down and helped Usagi stand up while keeping a hold of Jotaro and Kaida. The two them split.

Leo headed for the kitchen, he didn’t have to go far. The twins were standing just outside of the hallway. As far as the could go while still following Leo’s instructions to stay in the kitchen. Leo smiled at them. He bent down and both girls rushed forward to hug him. He scooped them up and turned around walking back to his and Usagi’s bedroom. When he entered he saw that Usagi was already sitting up on the bed, Jotaro in his lap as he played with the boy’s ears. Kaida was still in Jotaro’s hands.

He approached the bed and with a playful roar dumped the girls on the bed. They stated giggling instantly. “Alright ladies attack Tou-san. I’ll be right back.” He turned and walked away.

“Leonardo-chan!” He heard his husband call just before he heard the sounds of little body’s impacting and giggles coming form all members on the bed. He smiled to himself and walked back to the kitchen. He grabbed a tray they had for when someone was sick and need to stay in bed. He placed his, Usagi’s and Jotaro’s breakfasts on it and grabbed Kaida’s food as well. The twins had already finished their food so he moved their dirty dishes to the sink. He carried the tray back to the bedroom.

When he entered he saw that the twins had snuggled up to either side of Usagi. Jotaro was still in his lap with Kaida. Leo balanced the tray and pulled out his phone taking a quick picture as Usagi was looking down at their children with a soft smile on his face. “Alright make some room so Tou-san can eat.” Leo called as he walked in. Usagi shot him a look as he did not particularly like having food in the bed, but he’d let it slide as it allowed him to keep his whole family near him for longer. Jotaro handed Kaida to Usagi and then moved off of his lap to sit next to Ume who was the closest to the middle of the bed. Leo sat down on Jotaro’s other side. He handed his husband his food. He took his own plate off of the tray and than placed the tray in front of Jotaro, giving the boy a wider plate to catch crumbs on. Leo held his hand out for Kaida. “I’ll feed her so you can eat.” Usagi was a bit reluctant to let go but he agreed as Leo was already half way through his meal and Usagi had yet to start.

After they finished Leo cleared the bed of dish and placed the tray in the bed side table. They passed the morning in bed all together. Katsuichi would understand their late departure. Usagi need sometime with his family in his arms.

#a world of samurais and ninjas #asks #leosagi #oneshot #rise leo #awosan miyamoto usagi #awosan kaida #awosan ume #awosan sakura #awosan jotaro

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mrsbakashi · 2 years

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🛏

Kakashi

hi, anon! thank you for requesting!

i think i got a little too excited with this one so it's very long, but i hope you like it!

~ THIS IS UNEDITED ~

🛏 : A sleeping headcanon - Kakashi Hatake

⚠️ trigger warnings/content: mentions of depression, nightmares and suicidal thoughts, but everything's ok at the end. overall it's just fluff.

ever since he was a kid kakashi has had nightmares. horrible, terrible ones. they're so terrifying he wakes up shivering, sweating. he knows he once slept peacefully, but he can't remember those days, they were long gone;

there was a time when he tried to sleep, tried tea, meditation, medication, train like crazy with Gai to see if he would fall asleep in a sleep with no dreams because if how tired he was, but nothing helped. nothing. he would still have those horrible images screaming inside his head, forcing him to wake up to a reality where these images were not only dreams. and he was responsible for it.

after a while he just stopped trying, doing everything he could to avoid sleeping - he would go in extra missions, read the same book over and over, walk around the village fixing everything he could, helping anyone he found, until he eventually fainted because his body was exhausted - those were the only times he could get some sleep, because his body refused to keep going without rest, so his mind agreed and for a while it was like he didn't even exist. until he had to wake up and face reality again;

kakashi didn't have any hope things would get better - all his life things only got worse and worse. and sure, he had his genins to take care of and who brightened up his life a little, but nothing could fill the hole he had in his heart, nothing could numb the pain, loneliness, the guilt. the only reason he didn't commit suicide was because he didn't want to cause that kind of pain on the people who loved him - a pain he knew too well. so he would keep on living the rest of life that was still reserved for him, living only for the others, secretly hoping he would die in the next mission, and then the next, and the next after that;

it was in a mission he went hoping to die that he met you. a kunoichi from another village, assigned to help his group;

there was nothing special about you, you looked like any other girl he had seen, nothing remarkable. so he didn't pay attention to you right away, it was just another ninja he had to work with, but you slowly ended up gaining his respect;

you were so awkward, always cracking jokes on the most improper and random times, clumsy but so graceful at the same time, and you were always making sure everyone was comfortable and safe, that the food was enough, that everyone ate well...

it was that side of you that won him. kakashi was used to taking care of those around him to keep him busy, but he forgot what it was like to have someone taking care of him. he actually felt like he never had that. even if his friends tried some things like to invite him out so he wouldn't be alone all the time, it seemed they didn't remember the little things - Kakashi himself didn't remember the little things. like the way you cooked considering what everyone liked and didn't like, how you cleaned and healed the wounds of your colleagues, how you scolded them, saying they needed to sleep.

you took care of your friends, and that kakashi respected very much.

and the more time he spent with you, the more he felt hugged and safe, which was weird because the mission was really dangerous.

the first night he noticed you had a stronger impact on him than he thought the group was camping for the night and you two were chosen to stay up and protect everyone in case someone attacked. you were both by the fire in silence. kakashi made you nervous, so you never knew what to say. it was not just that he was insanely hot, but he was an incredible shinobi, his reputation preceded him, and it seemed like everyone knew the great copynin, and you couldn't help but feel small and weak next to him;

but you noticed he hardly ever slept, there were always dark circles around his eyes. you were very observant and perceptive, that's how you became a jonin in first place, you used to notice things people didn't. so you knew Kakashi was probably tired, you only saw him sleeping once. yes, you were all ninjas, and ninjas barely sleep, but kakashi was way less.

"you know, the chances of someone attacking us tonight, here, are like... 4,2% and the chances of me dying before everyone wakes up are around 1% and the chances of hypothetical attackers murdering all of us are like 0%" you casually said, your eyes focused on the fire so you didn't have to look at kakashi.

"there are no 0% chances. ever." he didn't even lift his eyes from his book.

"you're right, but i'm just saying... we're both here now because everyone thinks we slept last night. i did sleep, but you didn't. i think you haven't slept in days, so if you want to go to sleep i am more than capable of handling things by myself." you looked up to him for the first time and he didn't know what to say.

you looked away back to the fire, blushing a little because kakashi was looking at you very intensely;

he ended up falling asleep shortly after in a very uncomfortable position, but you wouldn't dare touch him and waking him up. you couldn't help but smile he took your advice, even if he didn't go to one of the tents.

he woke up a few hours later, before the sunrise, before the others, feeling well rested. no nightmares. he didn't even remember what it was like to sleep peacefully. you whispered a "good morning" and smiled at him. that was the first time;

he had good nights of sleep during the rest of the mission, but as soon as it was over and you were all back to your villages the nightmares came back, stronger than ever. it was unsettling because now he knew you had the power to make them go away;

now he can only fall asleep with you in his arms, his nose sinking on the top of your head, smelling your hair. you try to complain when the weather is hot, but you always end up snuggling with him, whispering how much you love him before falling asleep yourself.

in the beginning of your relationship he used to wake up a lot during the night, just to check if you were still there, but now that he knows you won't leave in the middle of the night it's hard to wake him up - and then it's hard to convince him to get out of bed. he'll just tighten his grip around you and growl, telling you to go back to sleep.

he feels safe and loved when holding you so he'll spend the whole day in bed with you if he can. you can try to fight him, but you know he'll always win - kakashi doesn't play fair. he never did.

send me an emoji prompt and i'll write you a headcanon

#shit i hit post before editting #what do i do now!#anyway #my man #mine #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #kakashi #kakashi fanfic #kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi x y/n #kakashi fluff #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi fluffy #naruto fanfic

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seffien · 1 year

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(finally getting off my ass and writing this out)

Mwahaha fool. Ask the devil and they shall answer. (So it doesn't look like I'm just torturing your oc's without YOUR permission)

Here is how The Suffering plays out.

I've gone back and reread some lore and came up with a few things. First, what has Miko's(8) greatest fear been?

A: Being a soldier. Or rather, becoming like those she grew up around. A hate filled octarian trained to be let loose on the enemy.

So she leaves Alterna. A bag on her back with the few remaining possessions she has, her phone, and the charger. All she has to do is check Squitter™️ to find Veronika(n3), and wow. What a nice friend group she has. (The promo kids)

She had friends once. She only got Squitter because Masu(4) egged her and Jun(3) to keep in touch while they were away in Splatsville. She scrolls their dead accounts. The most recent photo is Koko riding her squee-g.

She trembles, then remembers. "She's safe." Jun had left her with Callie before...

She gags. She has to push forward. They'll be avenged soon enough. She starts by friending the two crazy ones. They seem to have some sort of beef with Veronika, but regardless. She's found a route in.

Annie loves her. Finally, the anti-ronnie squad is 3 strong!

But Tako is IMMEDIATELY put off. She knows crazy, sees it in her bestie, but the look in Miko's eyes isn't that. It's calculated. Analytical. She wants something from them.

After maybe their 3rd hangout Tako finally confronts her after Annie leaves. "You don't just hate her, you loathe her."

They bicker back and forth in an alley until Tako finally sees it. The ragged clothes, her bag hidden behind a dumpster, The dead look in Miko's eyes as she tries to keep it together. 'She's psychotic'.

Tako threatens to out her intentions, tries to run out the alley, but Miko acts instinctually. The sickening crack of the charger piercing Tako's helmet shakes her, as she watches the girl fall limp to the floor.

"No.. NONONONONO!"

Her medical training kicks in. Checks vitals, assesses the wound. She knows it's fatal before she even touches the body.

She sits there for hours clutching herself. Rocking back and forth trying to close reopened trauma, all while whispering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." to the body in front of her.

She knows she can't be caught. Not yet. Successfully shoving her emotions in a bag, she gazes down at Tako's body and picks up their phone, and what appears to be apartment keys. 1 down, 7 to go. She's smart, she'll figure something out.

Days later, the garbage truck finds Tako's slowly dissolving body in the dumpster. By then, few remain.

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The news of a deliberate murder is shocking. Deep cut, unaware of what happened, go back to Alterna. The graves. The demolished equipment. Slowly, Marie & Craigs cover up slowly unravels.

Marina calls Callie, for once she answers. Miko blocked both her and Pearl's number, and they don't know what's happening. Guilt-ridden and desperate to spill everything, she confesses about Masu's death.

Both Deep cut and Off the Hook converge on the Squid Sisters.

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Hiro doesn't know why his friends are being targeted, but he's scared. He made his way to Ronnie's apartment because now she wasn't responding. He knocks on her door, but after no response he breaches his way in.

Horrified and on the verge of taking her own life sits Veronika on her bed. Tears streak her face, her heroshot tightly gripped in hand. Hiro desperately tries to comfort her, but can't make sense of what she's rambling about.

Her fault? She deserves this?

Concerned, he offers her to stay over at his place. "You don't deserve to be alone right now." As he helps her pack to leave, she screams. He swiftly turns around.

Standing and glaring them down through the broken doorway is Miko. "I found you."

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ANYWAYS tune in next time where I try to write a happier prompt~ :DDDD

#i appreciate the incorporation of my hc where annie and tako hate veronika but WOW.#at least i can count on you for angst and fic material #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #asksef #sefsagents #tw death

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thecoffeelorian · 8 months

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Overwatch, Chapter 2

Inspired by ASMR

SFW

Word Count: 1.6k

2 of 5 Chapters

Created for TBBAW 2023 @tbb-appreciation-week

DAY 5: CROSSHAIR

Hiding face in Neck

Characters: Crosshair and Omega, aka You are Omega because the usual 'x reader' tag will not work here.

Tags: Grieving, Smoking

Tag List: @groguandthebadbatch

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"...Tech?!"

Instead, you find yourself straight on the border between speaking clearly about everything that took place, about being within tethering distance of him and yet unable to do anything but watch as he let go of the load weighing your squad down, and turning into the same sobbing, shaking mess that you became the moment you learned the truth.

"What happened? Is he safe? Is he all—"

"—He's gone."

Somehow, though, in spite of your pain threatening to spill out of you like it would to any other girl of thirteen cycles...you just barely keep yourself together. The guards here like to punish the ones who protest too loudly, so it's not much of a stretch to figure out what they would do to anybody who bursts into tears and begs for their Sergeants.

What they could easily do to you without a second thought.

This is why you're able to explain to Crosshair exactly what went down on Eriadu with the same level of military bearing you've seen your own Sergeant demonstrate, and hopefully, with the same sort of calm demeanor that won't suggest to anyone you're an easy target.

Wouldn't Hunter be impressed?

Once you've gone past your narrow escape off of that horrible planet and into the ambush on Ord Mantell, though...well, that's when a few tears start slipping down your cheeks, even if you don't make a sound to accompany them. Your sense of shock might have worn off, all right, but the pain probably never will.

"...You're sure?"

"Yes. I heard what he said before he left us. I watched him fall. He's gone, Cross."

There's only silence now, a lack of words between you and Crosshair while the somewhat natural sounds of water dripping from rock faces and the occasional round of footsteps echo in the distance. In a way, it's only fair, because…because silence is a lot better than the two of you arguing, or yelling, or flat out turning your backs on one another.

A lot better than last time, or so you want to believe.

At least, not until you hear the dry sob coming from Crosshair’s direction.

"Well. There goes yet another brave young soldier, marching off into the dark."

Now, there's a stab of pain in your throat that you know didn’t come from any change in temperature, or virus, or strange thing you didn’t normally eat every day. It’s from the hollow sound of your cellmate’s voice as he processes the devastating news, and yet has nothing to offer in response other than regurgitated Republic slogans. Is that really all he has to say about the loss of his own brother…?

"We should all hope for a death as honorable as his...right?"

No.

No, you don't want to think about that now. It's becoming a bit too late for you to concentrate clearly, for you're feeling your mind start to fog up from your own grief. Grief, and fear, and possibly a bit of lasting pain from your injuries on the side.

"Or you could give me a hug."

Instead, you decide to do what you pretty much may have always done since you first left home.

Try to make a connection.

"A what...?"

"A hug, Crosshair. It's what people do to comfort each other when things go wrong."

There's a sigh in the darkness across from you, an image in your own mind of this sniper rolling his eyes at your request...then, you feel the tip of his finger tapping at your arm.

"...Fine. Come on over, I'm just straight ahead."

You feel his hand clasping loosely at your own, a dry, calloused thing that seems to be little else than cold skin and bones—and yet, you're silently glad that it's him, and not one of these 'doctors' or other sad excuses for medical personnel. Better him than just one more stranger who wants to turn you into their next experiment.

"So...like this?"

In fact, though he pulls you in a little closer with some hesitation, you're certainly feeling some relief once you're allowed to hide your face in his neck, even if for just a minute or two. He doesn't smell like antiseptic, at least...not like that Hemlock. You'd be very pleased if you never had to smell antiseptic again. You do, however, smell a little dried sweat, stale smoke, and something metallic coming from him, although you’re not about to make any foolish reactions about it so soon. Truth be told, you’re happier for this small moment of bonding than you are over the concept of ‘personal hygiene’.

"Yep. Not bad for your first try."

"Heh. That’s one thing I’m good at, I suppose. Still…"

That happiness doesn't last very long, though, because the next thing you know, he's nudged you back toward your bunk and back into your own wavering grief. Shame...you were starting to get used to the idea of not mourning Tech all by yourself.

"...We're gonna need some light."

At this same time, he was never one for giant emotional displays, so...perhaps it’s just as well. He’s got to do something important now, anyway, something like...lighting a very small lamp resting somewhere to your right. Is it only to add some light in here, you wonder, or will it bring in a little heat as well? Oh, how you hope that this will be so. You can only handle your own teeth chattering for so long.

"Or, should I say, I'm going to?"

But if that wasn't curious enough for you, then his next action certainly is. Once that lamp is good and flickering, its light spreading quickly across the floor and walls of your cell, he wastes no time in using the open flame upon what you can only describe as a death-stick.

"Surprise. I use them to trade for bread...mostly. The rest of the time, I save them for a little 'alternative medicine'."

It's not the first time you've seen anyone smoke during your travels, for a great many humans and humanoids did just that on Ord Mantell alone. You also saw a few on Coruscant, Bracca, and a few planets you’ve already forgotten the names of take smoke breaks as well, so it’s not exactly out of the ordinary. It is, however, the first time anyone you know decided to light one up, so...maybe that’s why you find yourself turning away from the foul-smelling smoke, not wanting to inhale so much as a single puff.

"Nasty, isn’t it…? Too bad. These count as credits, so you might want to start collecting a few. Who knows when they might be useful?"

"Hunter wouldn't approve."

A weakened, rough round of cold laughter slowly spills out of Crosshair, but not before a quieter round of coughing follows.

"Oh, I don't think Hunter's opinion counts around here, do you? What, is he coming to give us all a lecture?"

"That's not what I meant—"

"—Doesn't matter."

Whatever calm or patience he might have had in his voice before is gone now, and in his place, you almost believe yourself to be looking at the old Crosshair all over again. He certainly was the person you saw back on Kamino, so this version could easily be making a comeback.

"He's not in charge of this room, he's not in command of this floor, and I know he's nowhere close to being in comm range."

He takes a long inhale of the death stick and all of the poisons it holds; then proceeds to breathe out a small curtain of smoke only centimeters from where you're standing. A few seconds later, you're the one who coughs as soon as the smoke reaches your nose and mouth.

"So...why in the world would anyone here, myself included, bother with his stupid little demands?"

You can't answer right away. The strength of the smoke has made your eyes water on the spot, and with it, you almost wonder if it's going to choke you to death.

"Pfff...use that wet rag in the corner. It'll clear your vision."

Vision. Sure. It's almost one big joke that he's bothering to help you with it tonight. Especially since going back to his old habits seems to be a lot easier for him, never mind a bit more enjoyable.

Nevertheless...it works.

Once you’ve taken the rag out of the bowl of water it arrived in—a thing left lying on the floor in place of a sink, though not a very good replacement for a refresher—you’re able to see a bit better without your eyes smarting. As a few seconds gradually tick by, your throat stops itching as much. A shame that rag couldn't help rid you of any bigger problems, such as the amount of guards patrolling the hallway...or, for that matter, your cellmate's attitude.

"I meant I won’t be here long enough to trade anything."

Still, you're not about to fall for his attempts to rile you up. To rephrase the words of a wise sapper, you’re better than that.

"Or for that matter, to take up smoking. Our squad will be here long before then."

" 'Our squad, our squad'...bold words coming from somebody who’s going to be dragged off to Hemlock any day now."

Then again, he’s not exactly backing down against you, either.

In fact, you’re seriously beginning to wonder if he’s merely doing this to liven things up, or stranger still, if he actually wants you to start a fight with him.

"What exactly makes you think you’ll live that long, anyway…? It’s not like you have an arsenal of weapons all to yourself, now, is it?"

Try as he might, though, you're still not going to rise to the bait.

Not when you already know who your real enemies are, and he's no longer on that list.

"No...but I know quite a few Troopers who do."

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #tbbaw2023 #crosshair #hiding face in neck #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb crosshair and omega #you are omega #day 5 #grieving #smoking #tbb: overwatch

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ribbondee · 2 years

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Bittersweet, a PMATGA Oneshot

“Keep pushing! Keep going!”

“You’re doing great!”

There I was, laying on a hospital bed in the prison’s medical unit, having a baby. HIS baby.

I was surrounded by doctors and nurses, who kept doing their job and urging me to keep pushing. They had smiles on their faces, but I could see in their eyes that their praises and encouragement meant nothing- they were hollow. Not that I could blame them- I WAS a war criminal after all, guilty of crimes against Pacmanity and sentenced to 30 years in a top security prison.

It was truly a wonder I wasn’t executed along with the rest of the enemy side, but I supposed me defecting in the nick of time might have had something to do with it. In fact, it was me switching sides that caused them to lose- you see, I was quite an important member of his army, his second in command as a matter of fact. It was me providing vital information about the enemy that allowed the Resistance to emerge victorious.

Now, as for WHY I had defected… I was in denial about how far gone he was for so long, blinded by love for my childhood friend. But alas, I had to accept the truth eventually. And when I did, I knew I couldn’t stand idly by and allow him to rule Pac World his own way. I just couldn’t.

These were thoughts that went through my mind as I continued pushing, groaning in pain. Then, it happened- the air was now full of the sounds of crying- the cries of a baby. I had finally done it. My vision was blurry due to the tears in my eyes, but I could see something in the arms of one of the doctors… something white. Was that… my baby?

“Radia Cumference”, the doctor said going over to me after the umbilical cord had been cut and tied, “congrats. It’s a girl.”

He handed my baby to me, and my suspicions were proven correct. She was a milky white color, just like him. The newborn opened her eyes, and they were a striking shade of red, again just like her father. In fact, if it wasn’t for the brown hair and the fact that it was a girl, you would have thought you were looking at a baby version of the father. But I didn’t care about that. What mattered was that she was my baby, and I loved her.

More tears came as I held the child close. “Roundetta”, I croaked out. “Pardon”, said the doctor. “The baby’s name is Roundetta”, I said louder. I had always wanted a daughter with that name.

But like all good things, it had to come to an end. I knew I couldn’t keep Roundetta here… not in this prison, not in Pacopolis. He was going to return, I just knew it. That was why I couldn’t let Roundetta stay here. I had to do my part to keep her safe.

To be honest, I couldn’t have been holding my baby for more than ten minutes, but to me it felt like an eternity- a sweet, blissful eternity. It was with a heavy heart that I requested for Roundetta to be taken far away from here, somewhere where her father would not find her lest he return. Surprisingly, they obliged.

I began to yell and sob as the child was taken from my arms, no doubt to have a home be found for her. I was inconsolable, crying out for my baby desperately.

Who could have known that the best night of my life would inevitably lead to by far the worst night of my life nine months later… and in spite of it all, I still loved that man. That bastard who was responsible for both wars and countless deaths. I loved him, but I loved my baby more. I knew it was for the best to have her sent away, but it was still by far the most pain I would ever feel.

“Roundetta”, I mumbled, my voice hoarse, “be safe.”

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Roundetta is one of my PMATGA OCs, and her bio is here:

Her mother is Radia Cumference, who is Sir C's sister. For many years she was Betrayus' only friend all the way from childhood, at the same time being deeply in love with him and in denial about how far gone he was which was why she initially sided with him during the Pac World Wars. Also Betrayus had no idea that he had a daughter for 19 years, which was likely for the best.

#pmatga fanfiction #pmatga oc #pmatga #pac man and the ghostly adventures #fanfiction #this is depressing #angst #yep betrayus is the baby daddy

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catt-marp · 10 months

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Medical Anthology Part 1 - Meganium

Something I want to be posting more is some medical-related writings and how different Pokémon can assist with different medical issues and disabilities that may pop up with individuals. The important thing is to not “magic” the disability away, but more so make it so that they can continue to be self-actualized people just living their life and able to live with dignity.

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Midge rests with her four legs splayed on the blanket set out for her on the porch outside when she hears a crash coming from inside the house. Her eyes shoot open and look toward the entrance to the house, past the rocking seat her partner claimed earlier in the evening before going in for a snack.

Her partner, Ren, has needed some extra support lately for a problem that she cannot see.

She works her way into the house quickly, using the antenna on top of her head to track where in the house Ren is. Kitchen, okay. She remembers the sheet of paper pinned near the entryway with some large words written on it and grabs it with a vine on her way through.

As she enters the kitchen, she sees a host of pots and pans scattered on the ground near one of the countertops, and sitting in front of the refrigerator is Ren. She sees him huddled on the ground, sitting down with his legs out, hands on his head as he mutters to himself rocking back and forth. His body shakes as he’s tuned out to the world around him. He’s breathing quickly. Too quickly. Gasps replace silent breaths.

She moves carefully to his side and nudges his shoulder with her head.

No response, so she sets the piece of paper down in front of him. She lays down on the kitchen floor and tries to cuddle herself to one side of him as she makes sure the paper is the right side up. She starts to remove control over the fragrance from her flower, remembering how the woman in the white coat mentioned something about this at Ren’s last appointment. Midge knew instinctively she can calm aggressive feelings as a defensive mechanism for other Pokémon. Why not use this ability to protect and help those she cares most about?

As a soothing fragrance fills the air in the kitchen, she begins to hum at his side; a reminder that she is there. There for him. She snakes her head onto his lap and rests there, looking at him with concern and love. His whole body is tense as his eyes look straight through her. Worry floods through her as she hears his heart racing dangerously quick, reaching the peak of his attack.

Minutes pass and his breathing slows as Midge lays there with him. He picks up the piece of paper and looks it over, taking slow deep breaths. In for 5 seconds. Hold for 5 seconds. Out for 5 seconds. The paper remains in his hands, gripping it like a lifeline. Repeat. Repeat. She knows these attacks take time, with each moment that passes bringing Ren closer to safety. She will wait it out with him, as long as it takes.

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“Hey there, girl. It’s still here, but I’m working through it,” he says as he lays a hand up on one of the petals of her central flower that works as a collar to cover her neck and shoulders. He points to a line on the paper she brought over for him, where it says ‘REMEMBER! IT WILL PASS! YOU ARE SAFE!’

She nuzzles her head into his belly and lets out a reassuring coo in response.

“Yeah, I know. You’re right there. You ground me. I keep saying this will pass; that I should just ‘get over’ these feelings.”

His breaths slow down, but the uncertainty remains.

“But it’s not just going to go away and leave me alone.”

He looks down at her and smiles; her heart soars at seeing it.

“You being here for me, it means more than you could know. Even before all this started happening, I felt lucky you were in my life, you know that?” He continues to sit there and breathe deeply, his frame no longer shaking. The far-away look of fear was now long gone from his eyes as he looked around the kitchen.

“I know that, Ren. I will always be at your side,” she thinks, pressing closer into his lap and curling more around him.

“Thank you, Midge,” he says, leaning down to rest his chin on top of her head. They sat there for a while longer, content in the company they had in each other.

#pokemon #meganium #medicine #fanfiction #oc #oc pokemon #anxiety #panic

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someonecalledforanurse · 2 years

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Blog Post 1

In 2022 it is hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that in developed countries all women do not have autonomy over their own bodies. I’m sure after this first statement you have a good guess at what I’m talking about. Roe Vs Wade. If you are not sure what this is let me explain the infamous Roe V Wade case from 1977.

“Jane Roe” whose actual name was Norma McCorvey became pregnant in 1969 with her third child. McCorvey wanted an abortion but lived in Texas where abortion was illegal except when necessary to save the mother’s life. Her attorneys filed a lawsuit on her behalf in U.S federal court against her local district attorney. They alleged the Texas abortion laws were unconstitutional. The states argument was that they have an interest in safe guarding health, maintaining medical standards and protecting prenatal life.

The court classified the right to choose to have an abortion as “fundamental”, which required courts to evaluate challenged abortion laws under the “strict scrutiny” standard, the highest level of judicial review in the United States. (History.com Editors, 2021)

So now you have the background. To be clear, I am a Christian, I am a mother of children and I love them immeasurably. In fact I think life would be immensely boring without them. They are a true blessing. However I am also a woman and I like having the choice over my own body. I also have a very understanding of the arguments on either side that are not getting any closer together as the years pass.

So here is my question – why are women always responsible for unplanned pregnancies. Biologically sure – we are responsible for carrying the unborn baby- and having gone through this process more than once it is no small feat ! However- it takes a man and woman to create a child so why does the ownness of unplanned pregnancies not fall more on the man as well? Not getting what Im saying yet? Let me explain: women can only get pregnant when they are ovulating which is about 2 days out of each month. Men well they can theoretically create a life every time they ejaculate so hypothetically every day (even multiple times a day) of the year they can create a life. Why are they not held to a position that holds more responsibility? There are no laws that I know of that involve telling the man what to do with his body and arresting him if he does try to have an opinion about his own body- right?

So why am I on my soap box? On May 2 /2022 a draft of the supreme courts upcoming decision provided an opening for reassessment and overturning of the Roe V Wade decision that protected the right to abortion before the fetus viability. How does this all relate to INTD ? Because women’s health is important.

Here are some statistics I found on the World Health Organizations website related to women and pregnancies.

40% of pregnant women globally are anaemic.

Approximately 810 women die every day from preventable causes related to pregnancy and birth.

In 2017 295,000 women died of maternal causes

Approximately 12 million girls aged 15–19 years and at least 777,000 girls under 15 years give birth each year in developing regions. (1) (2)

At least 10 million unintended pregnancies occur each year among adolescent girls aged 15–19 years in the developing world. (1)

Pregnancy and childbirth complications are the leading cause of death among girls aged 15–19 years globally, with low- and middle-income countries accounting for 99% of global maternal deaths of women aged 15–49 years.

June 24th - 2022 was a historical day but not in a good way ( my opinion). We stepped back in time and women lost their rights.

What does this mean for health care providers?

So YES women’s health is important, YES we should worry about it, YES we should educate women + MEN about contraceptives and preventable measures. NO we should not strip a women from governing her own body while not also holding men to the same standards. If we are okay with a developed country (USA) governing women’s bodies, shouldn’t we ask ourselves what is that telling developing countries who often look to USA “ the land of the free” as a role model. How is that going to set back women’s health and rights and equality globally? The impact may be bigger than USA and that is a big concern. Gender equality in health is a huge issue globally and is a topic we are covering this semester as well. I don’t claim to have the answers to this, but the issue of the government staking decision making powers over a women’s body but not a mans is absolutely gender INEQUALITY in my opinion.

History.com Editors. (2018, March 27). Roe v. Wade. History.com. Retrieved June 29, 2022, from https://www.history.com/topics/womens-rights/roe-v-wade

Now to tie in all the things...

What 5 things is this relevant to in our class? *maternal health *gender equality we have touched on these two things above.

*poverty and hunger - for women who are forced to have unplanned or unwanted pregnancies under any circumstance it is obvious that more children = more time, more food, more clothes, more sanitary supplies, more housing resources- these can all have a quantitative value, essentially more money. So when women are forced to have a baby that they are not prepared for financially it can very easily and swiftly move them into a state of poverty.

*Origins of Disparity, it is obvious to me that there is a huge disparity in America, a gender inequality disparity that has reared its ugly head with wade vs roe but, lets be honest; has existed all along.

*Global Partnerships, if governments are not going to support woman's health care in this area, than perhaps we need to lean on more global partnerships. Perhaps we need to increase more access or education on where people can receive care closest to them.

I found a helpful resource for Canadians and perhaps the US has a similar one: Attached below is a map of the country with abortion clinics so an individual can see where their closest one is.

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kokushiboublackgf · 2 years

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Tengen, Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru Headcanons with a Black fem s/o

I really like the idea of their Black fem s/o being the lady of the estate.

The four of them already have really risky lives where at any moment they could die so I feel like having another person in the household who they know is safe and sound puts them at ease

But just because you’re not out their slaying demons and shit doesn’t mean you’re at home doing nothing

You’re responsible for managing the budget, you help the other workers at the estate with things like cooking, maintaining the garden, shit like that

You also help Shinobu and the girls at the butterfly estate from time to time especially when Tengen, Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru are on missions

Because you have a lot of knowledge on flowers and herbs you help Shinobu out and Aoi a lot with creating medication and things like that

Okay back to Tengen and his badass wives

They absolutely love dressing you up in the finest silks possible, especially Tengen

Every time he goes shopping he almost always comes home with a new kimono for you, of the finest quality

The girls love it when you adorn your braids with jeweled and bedazzled hair pins

You don’t have access to the same dyes you would use for your tribal makeup or for the designs you would make on your hands and feet but you manage to use alternatives

Suma, precious baby, always likes to watch you apply your dyes and loves to just embrace you and let you know how pretty you are

Cue Makio coming in to drag Suma off of you yelling “You’re messing it up!” but then she’ll turn to you and press a kiss on your head and sheepishly let you know that you look super pretty

Hinatsuru likes to help you with applying your dyes and with doing your hair. After a long hard day of maintaining the estate and taking care of everything while they’re gone she cherishes the moments where she gets to take care of you

She’s learned from watching you do your hair and obviously practicing, to know how to properly detangle your hair, how to twist it for you before going to bed, and she loves putting jewels in your hair

Because you don’t really have any combat skills you watch Makio spar and train with Tengen and you’re like her mini cheerleader

She’ll never admit it but she does blush whenever you embrace her after her training sessions and give her kisses letting her know how proud you are of her

Oh and she secretly loves it when you help her bathe and wash her hair after her training sessions. She feels so taken care of because of you

Tengen has this innate feeling to wanna protect you at all times especially when y’all go out to shop or just relax

He’s protective of all of you but because of the few times when men have had the audacity to try and grab on to you in public he insists that either he come with you if he can or one of the girls accompany you if you’re going out

The last time someone attempted to come off on you Tengen almost killed the mf on your behalf

“So you don’t want me to kill him for ruining your honor?”

“NO! Are you insane????”

But all in all these 4 love you so much and you wouldn’t have it any other way

I lowkey wanna make a series of like one shots or something based off of this.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x black reader #kny black reader #black reader #tengen uzui #demon slayer headcanons #tengen x black reader #tengen’s wives #black fanfic writer

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introvert--weeb · 3 years

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Can I ask for a request for draken who has a crush on fem reader who’s the half baby sister of hakkai and yuzuha and she’s practically the princess of toman and no matter how many times he tries to approach her she’s always nervous (kinda like her brother) of being around him b/c she has a huge crush on him and she plans on confessing to him but she sees someone else confessing to him and she gets pretty sad and after that a rival gang notices she’s the princess of toman and decide to harass/hurt her and she ends up in the hospital, draken finds out and is pissed b/c of what happened and he ends up finding the guys who hurt her and he and the others beat the crap out of them after that he ends up confessing to her at the hospital and it ends in fluffy fluff:3

Hi anon! Thank you for the request! I really hope you enjoy it!!

Draken X f!reader (angst to fluff)

TW: mentions of injury, hospitalisation, violence

You could remember the moment you had fallen for the Vice President of Toman. Draken. He had instantly taken your heart and he was all you ever thought about these days.

Being the baby sister of Hakkai (although not fully), you were really close to the lanky male. In fact, you followed him like his much smaller shadow when he would attend Toman meetings. With how often you had turned up alongside the Second Division Vice Captain, you had been adopted as the Princess of Toman. Your cute looks and innocent persona had made everyone feel the need to keep you safe from harm.

Especially Draken. He would even kill a man if it meant you would be safe and happy. The poor boy had developed deep feelings for you, so deep that he would even claim it to be love. This had gone way past a simple infatuation.

To anyone with eyes, they could see how you both were obviously in love with the other but your interactions were awkward to say the least.

Just like your older brother, you had a hard time communicating with the opposite gender. Not so much with Mitsuya or Mikey but anyone else would be victim to your shyness. Stuttering and soft words were evident whenever someone had tried to talk to you apart from those you knew.

Over time, you had gotten better with your shyness with other members of Toman, becoming especially close to Angry (Souya) as you both seemed to be similar. The only person you couldn't talk a single syllable to was Draken.

Draken had tried multiple times to talk to you, to get to know you. But each attempt was met with failure. As soon as he would get close enough to start a conversation with you, you would become flustered. A deep blush took over your face and ears before you would run off to find Hakkai. Ken was confused as he had hardly gotten a simple 'hi' before you had disappeared.

You didn't mean to seem rude. You just felt like your heart would explode if you remained in his presence longer than a few seconds to a minute. He was just so cool and perfect that you had convinced yourself he was way out of your league. But maybe one day you would get the confidence to at least allow your feelings to be known to the tall blond.

That day had finally come. You had finally gathered enough confidence to confess your strong feelings for Ken Ryuguji. Yuzuha had helped you practice what you would say while she dolled you up. She had picked out a cute black skirt with a f/c shirt that went perfectly. Cute is what you thought when you had examined yourself in the body length mirror. Hopefully Draken would think so too.

After another run through with what you would say, Yuzuha handed you your small bag which contained your wallet and phone. You thanked her for all her help before heading to where you knew Draken and Mikey would be. After all, it was lunch time.

It didn't take you long to reach the café, your hands fiddling with the hem of your skirt as you approached nearer. This was it. You were finally going to tell him how you feel and you would find out if he felt the same. If he did, great...if he didn't, you would have to accept it.

Pushing the door open, you were frozen to the spot at the sight that greeted you. At the table where Draken and Mikey were sat, there was a girl who was talking to the vice president. Silently approaching closer, you had caught the words that tumbled out of her mouth.

"I really like you Ryuguji-kun! Please accept my confession!"

That's it. Your world crumbled around you. You were too late. Too naive to believe you were the only one who saw how amazing Draken was. And due to your shyness, you had missed out on telling him your feelings.

Your body had gone into auto pilot as you ran out of the café, tears falling rapidly down your cheeks. How could you be so stupid? Of course Draken wouldn't like someone as awkward as you! He needed someone who was strong and had enough confidence in themselves. Someone the complete opposite of you.

You had been wandering the streets aimlessly for an hour now. All your tears had been shed and you felt empty. You didn't want to head home yet. Not while you were still wallowing.

"Oh hey! It's Toman's princess!" A strange voice called out somewhere behind you. How did they know that nickname? Did everyone know you as this? That you would have to guess was the case as it wasn't long until you were surrounded by high school kids.

You didn't know what to do. You could try to fight but you only knew a little self defense. Thinking about it, you really should have asked Mitsuya or Mikey or even Hakkai to teach you how to fight.

Within moments, before you could truly react, the gang had descended upon you with kicks and punches, knocking the air from your lungs. You had tried to fight back, even succeeding in landing a punch or two on your opponents. However, it only angered them more and the beating intensified.

The gang had left you alone when you could barely stay awake. Your body lay battered on the concrete, bruises and broken bones making themselves known. Maybe it was your lack of energy or maybe it was the intensity of the pain, but your mind had shut itself down causing you to pass out.

The next Toman meeting was that night. Everyone had gathered together at the usual shrine, parking their bikes and engaging in conversations until Mikey would begin his announcements.

Draken was in a pretty foul mood that night. Having received that confession from that girl had really put him on edge. Of course he had rejected her feelings, knowing his heart belonged to Toman's princess. Speaking of Y/N, where was she?

Hakkai had pulled up at the shrine, his face showing just how devastated he felt. Always one to wear his heart on his sleeve after all. He was blaming himself for not being able to protect his baby sister from the fate she had encountered.

Noticing that the lanky boy was on his own, Draken went over to ask about where you were as you never missed a meeting. Hakkai just shook his head, mumbling that he had explained the situation to Taka-chan and Mikey already so he should ask them if he wanted to find out. It wasn't that Hakkai was being rude, he was just emotionally exhausted from having to explain it twice already.

Panic set in Ken's gut but he had no reason why. You were surely safe, right? After all, you would follow Hakkai everywhere and he would protect you with his last breath if needed.

It was during Mikey's announcements that Draken had found out about you being in hospital, placed under a medical coma to help your recovery. No-one knew when and if you would wake up. This news caused Ken's heart to drop to his stomach but also for immense rage to ignite in his chest. He would find the gang that had hurt his princess and make them pay.

Draken along with the rest of Toman had found the gang responsible for your condition within days of your hospitalisation. A huge brawl had occurred which lasted maybe 5 minutes at most. Draken had left no-one conscious, taking his anger out on the scum that dared harm what was his.

Everyone in Toman had decided to visit you once the brawl was over and you were properly avenged. Everyone simply watched as your chest rose and fell with each breath, the only indication you hadn't passed on yet. Draken felt his throat get clogged by the tears and sobs he was holding back. He was the tough vice president after all. He couldn't afford to look weak.

Weeks passed by with Ken spending his time at your bedside, waiting for any sign that you would wake up. He missed seeing your e/c eyes that he could stare into forever. He missed your cute giggles he would hear when you joked around with Angry. He missed you.

Unable to help himself, Draken allowed a few tears to escape past his eyes and roll down his cheek. "Please wake up Y/N. I love you, and I will tell you that everyday when you are back," and with those words, Ken leaned forward to gently brush his lips against yours.

Just like how it happened in fairy tales, your eye lids began to flutter open as Draken pulled back. The poor boy didn't notice you were awake until your hand (which he clutched tightly in his own) began to move slightly. In disbelief, Draken moved his teary gaze to your face where you were smiling back at him. Your cheeks had begun to heat up once you realised that your crush was holding your hand.

"YOU'RE AWAKE!" Ken was so loud that you had to shush him, your voice laced with giggles. Draken was just so happy that you were awake and looking OK that he pulled your face closer to his. Before you knew it, your lips were covered by another pair in a harsh but love filled kiss.

You must have died and gone to heaven, you convinced yourself. Due to that thought, you had the confidence to kiss back, even lifting your hand on his bicep. It was the best feeling you could ever hope to know. Heaven was surely amazing.

"I love you... I love you... I love you..." Draken muttered against your lips in between the soft pecks he was now leaving on you. He was so happy that you had kissed back, almost confirming you felt the same for the blond.

"I love you too..." Your breath came out as a long sigh, your voice dreamy and filled with all your feelings. Ken moved away from your face and relaxed back in the chair he occupied, a grin plastered on his face.

You were finally beginning to focus on where you were. Beeping machines, wires connected to your arm, the distinctive smell of disinfectants. You weren't in heaven after all. You were alive and in the hospital. It was only then that you had realised you had kissed your crush and told him you loved him too.

All the confidence you seemed to have evaporated in an instant. You were left a tomato red and stuttering so much that no words could come up. You had actually confessed and kissed Ken Ryuguji...

It was 2 weeks later when you were discharged from the hospital, accompanied by bandages around your ribs and your new boyfriend. "Make sure you're ready for our date tomorrow babe," Draken whispered in your ear, causing shivers to travel down your spine.

This boy was going to be the death of you.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji #draken x reader #draken #requested #angst with a happy ending

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darylsgirl · 3 years

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The Farmers Daughter Daryl Dixon Smut 18+

Request: Hey i really love all your stories. Could you do one where, the reader is Hershel's daughter and she has just turned 21 and she has a massive crush on Daryl. She is tired of being babied by the entire family ( they won't let her out of prison gates cause she's young) so she asks to go on a run with Daryl as her 21st bday gift. On the run she kinda seduces him and smut ensues.

Also she has kinda tried to seduce him at the prison before too (just subtle hints)

Please please take my request 🥺🥺🥺

Hey guys! Here’s my first ever story written for a request! Hope you liked the way it turned out Anon! And i hope your all having a lovely day <3

Love Jen x

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You had to admit it was a beautiful day. Looking out across the prison yard, If you ignored the walkers groaning at the fences and well... the whole end of the world thing it might have been a perfect day. Everyone was feeling safe and relaxed for the first time in a long time and enjoying the day as you would have before the end.

Approaching your dad seeing the relaxed look on his face, You’d thought this would be the perfect opportunity to ask him to let you go out on a run, You were the middle green daughter and he didn’t let you forget it. It was so unfair! He always let Maggie and Beth do whatever they wanted but kept you close by at all times wanting to teach you all he could about medicine, Treating you like nothing more than a baby even though you had just turned 21.

As always when you asked to go with Daryl his face turned to stone. “You know my feelings on this Y/N, Your much too young, Everyone has a job to do and yours is here”

“Dad please! I’ve been training, I can take care of myself. You let Beth go! She’s younger than me! Stop treating me like a child”

“Y/N that’s enough, I said no”

Knowing you wouldn’t get anything further out of him you stormed off it probably didn’t help things that you were maybe acting like a bit of a child right now. But you couldn’t help it, you were so mad! He had to know you were no longer a child. Most middle children get ignored but not you, He was more strict when it came to you, Babied you constantly. Even before the end Maggie and Beth loved it of course it meant they got away with more because he was always so focused on you.

Part of you understood why. There had been a nasty incident a few years back with a boy from school which ended in your dad having to pull a shot gun at him to get him to stay away from you. Smiling you remembered the prick’s probably dead now, You’d definitely gotten the last laugh!

Ever since then Hershel had been extremely protective of you, He’d let you attend self defence classes and even taught you to shoot, Which is why it was so mind boggling that he wouldn’t let you do your part. You felt useless just sitting around all day reading old medical books and occasionally helping fix someone up.

You wanted more than anything to be out there, Pulling your weight helping feed this family! You needed to be out there….With him.

When Daryl had appeared on your family’s farm that day on his motorbike, Your knees almost went weak. That was a man, He was sheer perfection. Unfortunately for you he was a bit of a standoffish man.

You tried for weeks to get his attention shyly moving closer to him whenever he was around, Whenever he even looked at you he caused the blush to rise in your cheeks.

When he had fallen onto his arrow you were there mopping his brow as he slept. Sadly when he woke he only gave you a grunt of acknowledgement. But still it was more than he had before.

Still you persisted, He had started warming up to you more since the trip to the prison. You were the one to make sure he ate and cleaned him up every time he managed to get another wound. It was slow going but before you knew it muttered thanks had turned into longer sentences from him.

He still wasn’t much of a talker but at least he noticed you now. Not in the way you wanted him to but it was better than nothing.

You raised your hand in welcome to him as you saw him making his way across the yard to you.

“Hershel say no?” He asked when he came and took a seat with you on the grass.

Nodding you sighed, pulling your knees to your ample chest. Nudging you slightly “Ya don’t wanna be out there anyway, Get’s too dangerous”

Rolling your eyes “Oh please not you too? How many times do i have to say i can handle myself! I just need a few hours out of here!”

An idea coming to your head you turned to him putting your hand on his shoulder, He froze slightly at this as he seemed to every time anyone touched him. Deciding to ignore it you turned his torso slightly to face yours.

“You could convince him! You said yesterday there was a pharmacy not too far from here that looked untouched!”

Shaking his head at you “No Y/N I ain’t goin against Hershel, He’s a good man”

“Please Daryl, You could consider it a birthday gift to me? And i could be useful! I know what medicines to look out for”

“Who said i was gonna get ya anything?” He grumbled. Moving closer to him and putting your hand on his chest.

“Please Daryl, He’ll listen to you” You purred hoping it came across sultry.

His eyes met yours very briefly, His eyes wide when he saw how close you were. Standing to his feet suddenly “Alright fine, If it’ll get ya to quit harpin on”

He turned leaving you on the grass before stalking off towards your dad. You waited there for what felt like forever watching the corner he had disappeared behind.

When he finally reappeared you got to your feet meeting him halfway.

“Well?” He gave you a short nod of confirmation. Jumping up at him excitedly you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you!!” He froze in place again before relaxing into your hug.

Patting your shoulder once “Go on then, Get ya stuff we leave in 10” As you pulled away you saw a slight smile on his lips before running back to the Cells to grab a bag. Packing two bottles of water and some protein bars leaving the rest empty to carry anything you might find. Slinging it over your shoulder before strapping your pistol to one side of your belt and your knife on the other.

Running back out you saw your dad waiting by the step. You almost knocked him off his crutches hugging him tightly

“Thank you Daddy”

He hugged you back “You be safe Y/N Listen to everything Daryl tells you!” Pulling away from him you nodded gratefully.

“Ready to go?” Smiling you turned and started to walk away. Hearing your dad call “Take care of my little girl Dixon!” Daryl just raised an arm in response before leading you over to the bike.

Swinging his leg over her motioned for you to do the same. Smiling happily you jumped on the back wrapping your arms firmly around his chest, Your fingers desperately wanting to touch all of him.

“Ya don’t need to hold on so tight!” He grumbled at you. “Oh sorry!” You moved your hands slowly from his chest favouring every second until they were resting gently on his waist. As he pulled out of the main gate you put your chin on his shoulder grinning.

He hid the bike a few blocks away from the pharmacy before continuing on foot. On the way you only encountered one walker. Putting your hand on his arm as he raised his crossbow.

“Let me do it” He nodded to you, letting you charge ahead with your knife drawn. Easily taking the walker down, Swiping the walkers feet from under it you plunged your knife into his head before turning back to Daryl “See i can take care of myself”

Handing you a rag from his belt you cleaned the blood off your knife before handing it back to him.

“Never said you couldn’t Y/N” he said before continuing on to the pharmacy. As you reached the shutters Daryl Raised one slightly looking underneath before knocking on the shutter a few times making a racket.

“Daryl! What are you doing” You whispered urgently.

He put his finger to his mouth while he listened for a moment before pulling the shutter fully open stepping behind it motioning for you to follow. Stepping in you noticed the door to the pharmacy was still closed and your bodies were pressed tightly together.

Your breath was stuck in your chest, Your heart pounding as you felt his body on yours. He looked at you confused for a moment before moving his arms around you to the open shutter. Pulling it back down again, You felt as the muscles in his arms rolled down your entire body pulling the shutter. His head was at your crotch when you let in a sharp intake of breath as his head brushed you core.

He darted upwards to you again “You ok Y/N? We can go back if ya scared”

His words snapping you out of it, You felt the blush rise in your face “m’not scared”

You were dying for him to kiss you, As you looked up you saw his lips were only inches from yours, Surely he had to feel this too? You closed your eyes inching closer till your lips were just about touching. You could feel his hot breath cascading over your lips. The world paused for a second while you waited to see if he would close the gap.

Clearing his throat “Looks empty, Let’s go in” You opened your eyes as you heard the tinkle of the bell signalling the door had been opened. And just as quick as the moment had come it was gone.

You stood frozen at the door for a moment trying to gather your thoughts. Could he really not see what just being in close proximity to him did to her?

You walked after him further into the pharmacy jumping behind the desk “Jackpot! This place is completely untouched!”

“Grab what we need, We’ll come back for the rest with more people”

You filled your bag as Daryl went around the aisles picking up other essentials.

You closed the pharmacy back up adding a lock to the shutter as you left, Hopefully no one else would stumble across it before you had a chance to come back.

Daryl agreed when you asked to walk back through the woods. It was far too hot to go all that way in the sun. It was still hot under the trees but at least you were being protected from the sun, Daryl stopped and waited for you as you dropped your bag pulling off the loose over shirt your father always made you wear.

You saw his eyes wander over you as it came over your head showing your curves to him for the first time in your tight white vest.

His eyes were dark, You couldn’t tell if he was angry with you or if it was something else.

Looking away from him now “Sorry, I just need some air….Wait what’s that?” He darted forward pushing his body in front of you looking for danger.

Rolling your eyes you stepped around him picking up the bag and heading to the cabin you had seen. Stopping in the doorway you copied Daryl’s previous actions knocking on the doorway.

All of a sudden his arms were around you lifting you from the ground pulling you inside the cabin, Closing the door behind you both his hand was over your mouth, His mouth to your ear “Shh, There’s a herd bout 50, Don’t think they saw us”

As he put you gently back down you both made your way further into the cabin to check for threats, After searching the bedroom he pulled you inside before blocking the door with the set of drawers.

He made his way to the bed before lying down “might as well make ourselves comfortable gonna be here awhile” You sat on the bed not facing him for a moment before taking a deep breath and lying down on the bed.

You saw him looking at your chest before he sat back up “Almost forgot” He grabbed his bag. “Happy birthday 21 right?”

Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and handing it to you. You looked at it nervously taking a deep breath and just going for it. You ripped the cork out taking a deep swig, Dropping the bottle back down you scrunched your nose a little in disgust

“What girl ya never had whiskey?”

“Never had any alcohol, Dad never let us with him being in recovery and all” You shrugged taking another pull on the bottle.

He snatched it from your hands then “Didn’ no it were your first. Ya can’t drink it like water, Gotta take it slow”

You chuckled slightly at his words laying back down on the bed with him following you.

“What’s so funny kid?”

“Don’t call me that” You said as your eyes narrowed.

He looked at you amused “It’s what ya are”

Lurching forward you pressed your lips to his, feeling him freeze under you, You held your lips there urgently, Pulling your hands to his face and pulling it to yours. You pulled away slightly when he didn’t return the kiss.

“I aint a kid, I saw the way you looked at me earlier. I know you know that too” You said breathlessly.

Looking down at your lips he replied “Ya still Hershel’s Kid he wouldn’ like this” He ran his hand through his hair.

Feeling angry again Your hands were still on his face “Does it look like i care what he thinks? Right now Daryl all I care about is this. Feeling you against me. I need it. I’ve needed it since the moment i saw you”

His eyes darted up to yours seeing only the truth in your eyes. “Kiss me Dixon”

His tongue licked his bottom lip slightly. Pushing your lips back to his you took his bottom lip in your mouth tugging on it slightly with your teeth.

You heard the low growl coming from his chest as you tugged harder.

“Fuck it” He muttered against your lips before flipping you onto your back kissing you back harshly.

You let a moan escape your lips as he settled over you arching into his chest, He nudged your knees apart before putting one hand behind your thigh and lifting it around his hips. The other hand was on your waist. Both hands kneading your skin harshly.

His hands felt like they were burning through your clothes. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, Moaning again you ground your hips upwards desperate to feel his heat against yours.

He pulled away panting resting his forehead against yours.

“You sure Y/N” Grinning at him you pulled your hands to the neck of your shirt ripping it open slightly.

“Never been so sure Daryl” His eyes watched growing darker, pulling his hands to the rip you had started already he ripped the shirt from you with ease, hands going to the front of your bra tearing that too.

You could feel his breath on your chest as he ducked down taking one of your nipples into your mouth and biting down on it. You moaned louder now reaching down, you pushed the vest from his shoulder before turning your attention to his shirt groaning as you realised you couldn’t reach the hem to pull it up.

He chuckled watching you sitting up over you he pulled the shirt off himself. Glaring down at you now with his dark hungry eyes. Moving from you he stood next to the bed.

“Take em off...Now” His thick southern drawl made your already wet panties soak.

Your hand slowly went to the button on your jeans not wanting to take your eyes off him, His glare grew darker.

“Ya aint fast enough” He lunged over you gripping the pants at your sides and tearing them down, You gasped now realising you were fully bare for him, His eyes met yours as you looked towards his pants, Your thighs rubbing together in delicious anticipation.

He untied the cord of material holding his pants up letting them drop to the ground.

Licking your lips you stared at his huge length. Walking over to you he pressed his cock to your lips gently.

“This what you want?”

“Mmm yes please Daryl” You stuck your tongue out tasting the tip of him, God he tasted good. You opened your lips intending to wrap them around him, When you felt a hand in your hair pulling your head back.

“Say ya want my cock Y/N in that dirty little mouth” Looking at his eyes now you could see he was serious.

Pushing him back from the bed you climbed off sinking to your knees in front of him.

“Mmmm let me have your cock in my dirty….little….Mouth…..Please?” You breathed

His fingers caressed your face for a moment He murmured “Better Y/N….Go on take what ya want girl”

Reaching your hands up to his length you held it gleefully smiling as you brought it back to your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip you let your eyes fix on his again as you sunk him deep into your mouth, As it hit your throat you let it choke you slightly moaning around his length.

“Shit Y/N” Daryl let his mouth drop open and his head hang backwards enjoying your lips around him, Putting his hands back in your hair he pushed you fully down his length until your lips met his pubic bone, You choked again, Breathing through your nose you held yourself on him getting used to the feeling of him stretching your throat.

Moaning on him again he pushed and pulled you over his cock until you felt it throbbing, Pulling you fully off him he looked back down at you wildly.

“Shit, Ya too good at that. I almost -” You cut him off pulling him back into your mouth with determination bobbing faster over him until he fell over the edge spilling his huge load into your mouth. You heard him cry out your name whilst he fucked your face harder letting the last of his orgasm roll out.

Once he slowed you pulled him from your mouth swallowing before licking every inch of him clean drinking every drop like it was life or death.

He wrapped one hand around your throat now pulling you back up to him.

“Get back on the bed, Knees up legs wide. Now” He growled.

Still catching your breath you did as you were told. He kneeled on the bed between your legs rubbing his still hard cock up and down your folds. Grinning at you mischievously he pulled completely away, Watching you squirm from the lack of contact.

Leaning over your body he whispered in your ear

“Ya aint ready for that...Not yet anyway” He roughly pushed your chin upwards pushing your head back into the pillow.

Kissing his way down your neck he moved to your chest, Lifting your breast he sucked just underneath your nipple hard enough to leave his mark, Moving down your sternum he left three more identical marks from your breasts to your belly button. Marking you as his. As he reached your dripping heat you tried to grind up towards him.

Using his hand over your hips he held you down,

“Ya gotta wait Y/N You’ll get it when im fucking ready” He growled again before sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh, You let out a loud mewl trying to stem the noise biting down on your forearm.

He bit harder now before letting go and glaring up at you, “Dont ya dare stop it, I wanna hear ya”

Panting for breath you looked down at him “But the …...Mmm shit...The walkers..will hear us!”

“Let them fuckin hear, I’ll kill everyone of those dead bastards if they try to get between me and this sweet pussy” He ran one finger softly down your folds to accentuate his point.

Moving your hand back down onto the bed you gripped the sheets with both hands as he sucked and bit the inside of both of your thighs leaving multiple love bites.

“Please Daryl! I can...ntt take it anymore”

Seeing the need in your eyes he harshly took your clit in his mouth sucking and nibbling on it before moving his tongue down to your entrance, He lapped at the juices flowing out of you for a minute before replacing his tongue with his fingers, Pushing two inside he rocked them in and out of you bringing his lips back to your throbbing clit.

“God Y/N you taste so fucking good” You could feel the pleasure building higher and your moans getting louder as you were rapidly reaching your high. You could feel your walls clenching on his fingers as he started moving quicker.

“Ahhh, Shit Daryl” You screamed letting your high crash around you, You could feel him moaning into your clit as you screamed his name. Pushing another finger into you as you rode them blissfully feeling him stretch them inside you before pulling them out, Leaning back over you he pressed his fingers to your mouth.

“Clean em” You sucked on them happily feeling the slickness in your pussy coming back as it did every time you saw him.

Once he had deemed them clean enough he dropped his hand back to you.

“Mmm ready for me again so soon?” You bit your lip gazing up at him with your best innocent face.

“So ready baby, Please...Please fuck me Daryl”

“Ya only needed to ask Y/N” He quickly pumped his cock a few times before pushing it slowly into you, Gasping a little in pain he stopped. “You ok?”

“Yeah….Its just so fucking big” He grinned as he continued pushing into you until he reached his hilt grunting as he felt your walls moulding around him. Staying still for a moment he let you get used to his length. Pressing his lips back down to yours he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth parting your lips before diving back in with his tongue.

Your tongues danced together fighting for dominance, He moaned into your mouth as he started moving again slowly at first building his speed until he was pounding mercilessly into you.

Rolling back till he was sat back on his legs he pulled your legs over his shoulders gripping them tightly using them to drive himself even deeper and harder into you. Your hands wound your way into your own hair pulling at it gently letting the pleasure of his relentless pounding completely take control of your senses as you feel yourself letting go to him again.

You back arched high as you felt your high building.

Daryl let one hand fall to your aching clit rolling it with his fingers.

“That’s it Y/N cum for me, Cum all over this cock” He growled loudly. You felt him pulsing inside you and it sent you straight over the edge.

“Fuckkkkk Daryl!!” You screamed bucking your hips against him as you rode out your high.

Daryl couldn’t take it anymore watching you buck wildly against him screaming his name, He exploded thrusting deeper into you letting his hot cum wash over your walls.

He let go of your legs letting them crash to the sides of him, Your entire body was trembling now as he collapsed forward on top of you, Both gasping for air.

When he rolled off you, You looked him straight in the eyes “Told you i could be useful” You giggled.

“I think we may need to convince ya dad to let you on more of these runs Y/N. Very fucking useful” he said pushing his lips back to yours for a sweet kiss this time.

Putting his arm around your shoulders he pulled you to him letting your head lay on his chest. You could definitely get used to this.

You sighed before continuing in awe “Happy fucking birthday to me”

He chuckled kissing your hair. You lay happily in his arms until the sun started to go down, Only breaking the happy stillness to let your lips meet lovingly.

Looking out the window he murmured “C’mon best be getting back. Dont need em sendin out a search party and findin us like this”

Groaning you let him pull you up, Both getting dressed. Daryl picked up your ruined shirt and bra stuffing them into his own bag with a wink, Thank god you had worn two shirts today. Daryl then pulled the draws away from the door running through the cabin to check it was still secure. You followed him out of the cabin and back to the bike.

Happily putting your arms around him and running your fingers across his chest, Enjoying the last moments of your freedom as he drove you back to the prison and through the gates.

You sisters came running to meet you as you returned checking you over before giving you hugs in turn, Maggie took a step back staring into your eyes for a moment before leaning back into you whispering so only you two could hear

“I see you got your birthday wish lil sis” Your eyes went wide in panic, Grinning at you she whispered again. “I know the scent of cum when I smell it. It’s all over your breath, That and you're definitely no longer wearing a bra”

You flushed embarrassed hoping no one else would notice looking back at her with a panicked whisper “Don’t tell Daddy!” She nodded at you looking behind you to the guard tower “Looks like it's time for round two” She nodded towards Daryl who was standing there staring at you drinking you in with his eyes again.

“Don’t worry ill cover for you, Just go” She winked. Running over to the tower you slipped in closing the door as you felt his hand at your throat again.

“Ya all mine now Y/N”

“So you don’t think I’m a kid anymore” You asked playfully.

“Nah, Your definitely all fucking woman” He growled back before pulling you back into a room and fucking you till you were mewling all over again for him.

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n0tamused · 3 years

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Hello! Hope you're doing well! So I saw that your requests were open so, may I request something about Kakashi's gf being pregnant but being afraid of telling him? (because he lost so many loved ones, she doesn't want to pressure him into being a father idk if that makes sense) Like she's pregnant but it's not visible yet but she as some symptoms already? Kakashi didn't really noticed until someone mentioned it?

It can be a one shot or a drabble, i'm leaving that to you. But I would like it to be fluff if you don't mind 👉🏼👈🏼

It's really specific i guess and I hope ypu don't mind! If it's bothering you in any way feel free to skip it 😊

Have a nice day/night and take care!

Warnings: pregnancy, throwing up, a hint of angst

Words: 2.406

Kakashi Hatake x Reader

The cashier held the packed groceries for Y/N to take. A polite smile ever-present on her face. "Have a wonderful day!"

She managed to smile back and take the bag into her arms. It wasn't the need for groceries that got Y/n to the store, but another item that got her mind running a few nights ago.

The realization hit her then. She didn't even have to take the test to know it was true. A gut wrenching feeling broke throughout her as she was just passing through an alley, a shortcut to Kakashi and her's shared home. Frozen in place, eyes glued to the floor, she felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. Vision getting cloudy and blurry.

She knew Kakashi wouldn't react in a way that would harm her, not in any way, shape or form. But it was hard to deny the fact that it was anxiety inducing, this wasn't something to be taken lightly. Neither of them were planning on kids any time soon. Not to mention the sad history of the Copy-Nin. Even in the beginning of their relationship it took time for him to finally warm up, to really be comfortable with the new intimacy. With receiving such love and care, to finally be safe to be vulnerable. To feel protected and loved and to form an attachment.

The walk home from there felt slow and the wait for the test to show the results was even worse. Nausea raked and coiled in her gut as she sat beside the toilet, having thrown up some time ago. How much time has even passed?

The woman looked forlornly up at the sink where the stick laid. The tiles were cold under her, yet she found herself glued to them, letting the coldness of them seep into her flesh and bones. But eventually she had to get up.

Fear now started to rampage in her system, mind spiraling as her nimble fingers took hold of the test. An unfamiliar haze was brought over her eyes, it made it hard to see but she soon realized that she was staring at two prominent red lines on the small window of the test. Shock. The fear suddenly gone and was replaced with a hollow feeling deep within her which felt even worse. Tears began to sting her eyes again and they came pouring out like a waterfall, in large beads and onto the sink. Cold hands gripped the edge of it for some stability as the woman hunched over it, the test abandoned as the other hand came to knuckle and wipe away the ongoing stream of tears. Silently she let herself cry it out, she couldn't bottle it up any longer. Kakashi wouldn't be home until the sun was already set, and now the sun was still high in the sky.

The woman couldn't look herself in the mirror after that. Hiding the test in her room she decided that it was best to tell her beloved the sooner the better. Hiding it from him would only prolong her fear and anxiety, and she didn't want to imagine the reaction he would have after hearing the news and how much she just waited to tell him. Not to mention it would be quite a task to hide something like this from someone like Kakashi. The evening was spent with a poor attempt to make some food, something to fill the gaping hole in her gut, something to make her feel warmth again. Filled with the vast expanse of helplessness she barely made anything in the end.

When Kakashi arrived home he was met with coldness. Something he became familiar with when Y/n wasn't in the best of moods. He padded through the hall quietly, listening for any sounds that may come, but all he heard was the sound of shuffling. Pushing the door open it unexpectedly creaked, a long cry of the old worn door caused the woman on the bed to startle. Body twisting around like an eel to meet his confused stare.

"Hey, it's just me, love.. What's the matter..?"

He felt worried immediately, he was used to sadness and gloomy moods but he wasn't used to her being so frightened. Not around him. Not on the battlefield and definitely not in the comforts of their shared house.

"Oh I didn't hear you, that's all.."

Came her reply, yet she found yourself moving into him, arms embracing around his middle in a desperate need of comfort. Kakashi didn't hesitate to return the hug, nuzzling his cheek into the side of her head for a moment. Mind running laps in an attempt to figure out what got his belovee like this, but it all came back blank.

"Kakashi I have to talk to you."

The sentence made him stiff, but he nodded and let her lead him to sit on the bed, one arm loosely wrapped around her tense shoulders.

All words that came to her died immediately on her tongue, and swallowing hard her gaze fell to the ground. Eyes threatening to spill tears again but she pushed them back.

"I…"

Y/n tried, but it all felt like bile in her mouth. Not having rest properly,the stress of missions and now this too. It was all catching up to her now. From her peripheral vision she could see the brows of the silver headed ninja furrow in confusion and worry.

"Did something happen? You're looking sickly, are you feeling ill?"

"No."

Her response came a bit too quickly, head shaking before she took a deep breath, exhaling before she looked at him. His eyes searched hers as if he could find the answer that way. Y/n felt horrible. He had gone through enough and all the attempts of telling him about it came to a halt. She couldn't do this to him, not now, he had to rest. She could tell him some time during the week, she told yourself.

"I just… it was a long day, I barely got any rest last night too. I missed you Kakashi.."

His expression suddenly lightened but it did not lose its worry and confusion. She had slept alone the last few nights before work prevented him from coming home at all, so he understood. Yet he couldn't help but feel something was amiss. A small voice at the back of his head whispering something incoherent.

"I missed you too."

He replied and pulled her into another embrace. Sighing out his worry he focused solely on caressing her, hoping that would ease the stress and worries of that day. And it seemed to work. For the rest of the night they both rested in each other's arms, leading a small talk about random things, it eased both of them and even made them forget about worries and fears. In the morning, when Kakashi was getting dressed and Y/n, watching him with sleep heavy eyelids, he came to crouch before her and kiss her on the forehead. Telling her something about how he'll leave Pakkun with her that day. Smiling when he saw you blink at him, trying to grasp at his words. In the end she only nodded and attempted to wipe away the sleep from her eyes as he left.

And as promised, Pakkun remained at her side. He would occasionally chip in to say something, and even the nin asked if she were alright, saying how something felt off now. Y/N only nodded, everything was fine.

Y/N missed going on missions but ever since she started feeling so ill, she was given several days off, not that she had any choice but to accept as even Kakashi was fussing that she couldn't fight in such a condition.

In the middle of the day the nausea returned. Y/N have just eaten freshly prepared lunch and it all came back up soon after. Toppled over the toilet seat she took in a mouthful of air when she finally felt her gut settle down. Pakkun sat at the door to the bathroom, worried look plastered on his canine face.

"Hey, you should really go and visit a medic. This has been going on for a while, it can't be any good."

She heard him say through buzzing ears, a static feeling coursing through her as an after effects of having thrown up. Pushing herself away she stood on shaky legs, feeling a tad bit better but awfully tired. Only a nod came in response to his words before she padded into the living room to sit down only to end up passing away on the couch. Head feeling heavier and heavier until she felt the plush material of the couch press against the side of her face. Hands curled around a pillow she placed over her stomach, some semblance of comfort and warmth coming from it.

Meanwhile Pakkun slowly waltzed into the bedroom, hoping to find a blanket he could drag back to Y/N. Taking the corner of the folded blanket in his maw he moved back, paws pushing into the slippery surface of the polished wood. Groaning he forcefully pulled, the blanket now flying out from under the rest of the folded sheets, making Pakkun fly back and hit the work desk. If it weren't for the clank of something falling from the top drawer, the ninken would've ignored it. But the item that fell at his paws even made him stop in his tracks. His ears pinned back in surprise. It fit like a puzzle piece, the girl's weird illness finally made sense. He figured Kakashi didn't know, otherwise he would've said something along the lines of that his partner was pregnant.

Nonetheless, Pakkun figured out why that was the case too, he knew Y/N well enough, but seeing how things were going he decided to tell Kakashi on his own. To spare her some of the stress of it all. Before he took his leave he did manage to drape the soft blanket over the woman's figure, having had to jump on the couch and do quite some pulling to get it over her all while staying silent.

Pakkun found Kakashi just when he was heading home, in one of the paths between two houses that he called a shortcut. Abruptly halting the ninken panted, his gaze narrowing at Kakashi's figure.

"Hey boss. I have something to tell you."

Pakkun started, perched up on one of the roof ledges where he stared down at Kakashi who didn't quite expect him to see him there. Exposed eye widened at the sight of him, the worst coming to his mind.

"What are you- is Y/N alright?"

The silver head blurted out before he could think of anything else, hands falling out of his pockets. Kakashi already felt a small tightness in his chest, anxiety creeping up on him.

"Y/N is just fine, but why I'm here does concern her."

Pakkun responded as he made his way down from the roof, hopping from ledge to window and window and to the ground. Now standing in front of Kakashi he huffed and looked up at him.

"You really should look into bigger homes, you're gonna get a small addition soon."

At that Kakashi looked at him, guffawed. Silence followed soon after Pakkun spoke, Kakashi at loss of words as he still tried to make out the riddle the sentence represented. "What..are you saying?"

Kakashi looked at Pakkun quizzically, even as the puzzle pieces slowly fell in his head as well, he was still slow to fully process the information.

"Y/n is with a child, Kakashi."

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When you woke the next time the sun had already been setting, only the small arch of the sun was visible on the horizon. The sky painted in warm and vibrant colors of orange and red. Your head swam with the unconscious, still not grasping the sensation of being awake yet. Eyes blinking lazily at the bedroom window. Wait…

Finally breathing in you felt the blanket tucked around you. Yet Kakashi was not there with you. A small sense of panic grasped you as you sat up, looking around. Sleep hazed mind sent you into a frantic state and almost instantly you found yourself searching for the pregnancy stick where you hid it. It wasn't there. It was not there. Pushing books and papers aside you still couldn't find it. It was not there.

"Y/n."

Kakashi's voice rang out and you turned around. He wasn't wearing his uniform, nor his mask. A simple gray shirt clung to his figure along with some black sweatpants. He held the door open with his hand, a small hint of worry was present on his face. His lips pressed together in a thin line before he approached you and pulled you into himself. You now knew that he knew. A shaky breath escaped you as you still waited for him to speak up first but that never came. He just held you there, caressing up and down your back.

"Kakashi… "

You started but your voice soon trailed off.

"I know. Pakkun told me today." He stated simply, nose brushing against your hair and inhaling your scent.

"Oh… I was planning on telling you myself.. I just didn't...I didn't know how to tell you last night.. I'm sorry."

You felt him nod against you, humming in response. And to your surprise, you felt him smile.

"It's alright. I'm not angry… It is a bit surprising but I could never be angry at you, not for this.. Please do not feel afraid anymore, it's alright."

Kakashi reassured, pulling away just enough to move his hands to cup the sides of your face. Looking into your eyes he saw the anxiety you held melt away, his own anxiety disappearing as well. He felt nothing but pure love for you. He wouldn't like anyone else to start a family with but you.

His thumb brushed over your cheekbone and then he leaned in and pressed his lips to your temple, holding you like that for a moment before he pulled away. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, a smile you soon mirrored when you saw it. Leaning down slowly he pulled you into a kiss, you meeting him half way and smiling into the kiss.

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Changeling Chapter 1

A DP Fae Au fic. I've been promising you this for so long XD. I can hardly believe I'm finally delivering, even if it's only one chapter for now.

Chapter 1: In the Beginning, There Was an Offer

They studied legends. According to those legends, today, Beltane, was a time of renewal, of birth, of fertility.

It was not supposed to be… this. Their dreams weren’t supposed to be crushed today. Not under this sun, not under these blue skies and among softly blooming flowers.

This kind of news should have come with rain. It should have come with storms.

Maddie wiped tears out of her eyes and Jack patted her on the back. The air smelled sweet and dusty at the same time. The bench was uncomfortable.

“We could try adoption,” said Jack. He sounded shocked, too. Drained. His voice was pulled taught over a great hollowness. “Lots of people adopt. We can- can do some good in the world, maybe.”

Maddie sniffed and cried harder. She’d wanted her own children, and Jack knew it. Adoption was all very well and good, but at this point the suggestion felt like some consolation prize, and she felt terrible for even thinking it was, because Jack was right, it could be a good thing, and…

She wanted children. Her own children.

“Excuse me, I believe I can help.”

There was something about how he said that, about how the voice wound and slipped through her ears that had Maddie’s head snapping up. The man who stood to the side of the bench wore a long coat with a deep hood. Symbols, symbols that Maddie had spent hours, days, weeks, researching were stitched into the fabric. His eyes glittered in the shadows. The fingers of his hands, clasped in front of him, were too long, their coloring faintly lavender, as if they had been dipped in ink and retained the stain even after they’d been washed clean.

This was not a human.

“How?” asked Maddie, feeling hope drip back into her limbs even as Jack tensed behind her. “How can you help?”

“We shouldn’t have done that,” said Jack as they drove home. “We really shouldn’t have done that. Maddie, they’re evil, there’s always a catch and it’ll always be looking for a way to push us into it.”

“The catch is in the open,” said Maddie, leaning back against the seat of the car and closing her eyes. “It isn’t as if it’s in the fine print and we’re going to stumble into it. We have one, and then I get my tubes tied, or you get snipped, and we go on with our lives.”

“What if we have twins? Triplets? Maddie, we should have talked about this.”

“There wasn’t any time,” Maddie said defensively. “I had to decide right away.”

“What are we going to do if we have twins, Maddie?”

Maddie bit her lip, her eyes opening without her full permission as she thought. “We know how to deal with things like him.”

The car jerked just a little to the right as Jack failed to suppress his flinch. “Do you remember our work on motivations? On why they take artists, musicians, children?” he asked. He forged on without waiting for an answer. “Creative sterility, we called it. For this one to be able to cure sterility, he has to be powerful. I don’t think nails in pockets and inside-out clothing is going to stop him.”

Such protections were hit and miss to begin with. One faerie might hate bread, another might love it. The sound of bells would drive off one, and another would wear them in their hair. Even cold iron was no guarantee against them.

“We’ll have to find something better, then,” she said, firmly.

Maddie laughed. Not a twin. A single child showed on the ultrasound monitor. A girl. A beautiful baby girl. Perfect.

On the other side of the bed, Jack sunk into a chair, obviously relieved. “She’s healthy?” he asked the OB/GYN.

“Completely,” she said. “This is quite the miracle the two of you put together here.” She shook her head. “We must have gotten something wrong during our examination. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am to have put you through all that, and I won’t blame you if you wanted to find a new doctor.”

“It’s fine,” said Maddie, patting the woman’s arm. “It happens.” Yes, being approached by a powerful fae just ‘happened.’ “The important thing now is to make sure there aren’t any complications.”

They made sure Jazz was born on a Sunday, with two middle names, one of which Maddie made sure to forget. They scheduled her baptism for as early a date as possible, even though both Jack and Maddie were as lapsed as it was possible to be.

Precautions.

Jack had his surgery only a month later.

They were safe. They had won.

The family of three snuggled together on the couch. Well, Jazz snuggled inasmuch as a newborn was able. They watched TV.

“Jack, dear,” said Maddie, roused to awareness by a news story about a rising young businessman. “Is that our Vlad?”

Jack blinked at the screen. “I think you’re right,” said Jack. “I haven’t seen him since college. I don’t think we’ve talked to him since college.” He frowned. “Did something happen? The three of us used to be so close… He was the only one in the whole folklore department that would put up with our theories, do you remember?”

“I don’t know,” said Maddie, trying to remember. “It was like he was there one day, gone the next.”

“Do you think he’ll mind us getting back in touch?”

“Only one way to find out.”

(As it turned out, Vlad did not particularly care to get back in touch.)

Jazz was not a normal child.

She saw too much. She understood too much. Her teeth grew in early. She learned how to get the milk out of the fridge at about the same time she learned how to walk. Her eyes were too large, even for her age. She didn’t start talking until she was almost two, and when she did, it was in complete sentences. She took to responsibility like a duck to water. No, she demanded responsibility, from waking up the family in the morning to answering the door. She loved rules and games, and the rules of games.

But they had never raised a child before. Perhaps this was simply how they were. Perhaps this was within the expected variety of humanity.

Most importantly, Jazz was theirs. Completely.

Maddie was not terribly concerned when her period missed a few days, or even when it was late by a week. But when it started pushing two…

She bought a test.

It came back positive.

Danny’s birth was different from Jazz’s in almost every particular. Instead of being infused with a sense of joy, proceedings were overshadowed by dread. Jazz had been born in a hospital. Danny would be born at home, behind every ward and protection Jack and Maddie could conceive of. The midwife they hired was more than used to odd belief systems and threw a few of her own traditions in as well.

It couldn’t hurt.

It didn’t help.

After the birth, Maddie held Danny in her arms. He’d been born in a caul, which had been slightly alarming, even though Maddie had known that it was a thing that happened regularly, and that, by most accounts, it was lucky.

He was such a tiny little thing. Smaller than Jazz. Which made sense, he was a little premature.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she promised him, whispering into the silky, wispy curls on top of his head.

Someone knocked on the door. Maddie jerked her head up, even though the front door wasn’t at all visible from the basement. Jack flinched hard enough to drop the towels he was holding. The midwife froze.

“Hospitality,” croaked Maddie. Those rules were always humanity’s first defense against the uncanny. Don’t want something in your house? In your life? Don’t invite it in.

Although, she had arguably already invited in the fae they were worried about. Hence all the other contingencies.

The knock came again. And again, louder.

Jack let out a sigh of relief. “It can’t get in,” he murmured. Then he smiled, broad and bright. “We just have to wait it out.”

Maddie nodded, tears in her eyes. The knocking continued. This was far from ideal, obviously, but she’d been half expecting the fae to simply rip through the wards like tissue paper.

Perhaps the theory that more powerful fae were more bound by custom, more vulnerable to their weaknesses, held water? She and Jack had always dismissed it as fanciful, but they’d never been able to gather evidence before.

Then, a sound that made her heart stop.

“I’ll get it!” called Jazz, childish voice muffled by distance and the obstacle of the floors above. She’d been told not to answer the door when Danny was being born, to wait patiently in her room, but for all her unusual maturity, she was only three.

Faster than she’d ever seen him move, Jack bolted for the stairs, pushing aside several pieces of furniture and medical equipment in his haste. He took the stairs four at a time and nearly taking the door off the hinges.

He wasn’t fast enough.

“Who are you, mister?”

“Me?” said a voice Maddie had prayed against ever hearing again. “I am your uncle, my dear. Did your parents not tell you about me?”

Jazz tipped her head to one side and stared up at the man, making her eyes extra big. She knew it made a lot of people uncomfortable when she looked at them like that, so she treated it as a kind of test.

The man smiled, kind and patient. He was kind of funny looking, but in a good way.

“No,” she said finally. “Are you Mommy’s brother or Daddy’s brother?”

“Ah, you already know about uncles, then. I was worried I’d have to explain. May I come in? I would like to greet your little brother, as your parents promised I could. I have gifts for both of you.”

Jazz liked gifts. “Okay,” she said. “But I dunno if Danny’s been born yet. Mommy said it can take a while. And I dunno if he can have gifts, yet. He’s gonna be really little. That’s what all my books say, and also the internet.”

“Jazz! Don’t!”

Jazz turned to see her Daddy skid around the corner, just as her uncle stepped across the threshold.

“Not quite on time, I fear,” said uncle. “Young Jazz has already let me in.” He patted Jazz on the head. She ducked away and stuck her tongue out, like she always did when Daddy did that. “Having greeted my niece, I would like to see my nephew.”

The fae did walk past the rest of the wards as if they weren’t even there. It didn’t even break them, just ignored them. Some of them he even commented on, as if approving.

He gazed down at Danny with his otherworldly eyes. The midwife had retreated to the corner of the room, refusing to look at what was happening. Jack had attempted to attack the fae with his bare hands, only to be pushed away with something approaching gentleness by an invisible wall. Maddie didn’t know where Jazz was. Upstairs, somewhere, hopefully.

“So beautiful,” the fae said, brushing Danny’s forehead with his off-color fingers. Faster than Maddie could react, he had a pair of scissors in his hand and was cutting off a lock of hair. “A lovely child.” The lock of Danny’s hair disappeared into the fae’s coat.

If Maddie didn’t know better, she’d call the expression on the fae’s face love. But she did know better. Love was as incomprehensible to the fae as fae laws were to humans, so she’d call it by its true name: avarice.

She tightened her grip on Danny, as if she could keep the fae from plucking him from her arms.

“Not now,” said the fae, after another moment. “Soon, I should think.” It ran a hand over Danny’s head. “Soon.” The fae looked up, meeting Maddie’s eyes. “I will return,” he said, “in one year.”

“For what?” demanded Maddie, unwilling to get her hopes up.

The fae blinked slowly. “For his birthday.” He tilted his head. “To determine whether or not he is ready. Perhaps, also, to visit my niece.”

“You stay away from Jazz!” snarled Maddie. “You have no claim on her.”

The fae merely shrugged, then smiled, slyly. “She does, however, have a claim on me. I promised her gifts, before your husband whisked her away.”

“Gifts,” repeated Maddie, hoarsely.

“For the sister of my child, yes,” said the fae, voice and face as calm and even as ever. “Would you ask me to forswear myself?”

“Then,” said Maddie, “you can leave them here, with us.”

“You will give them to her?”

“Yes,” said Maddie, through her teeth. She did not say how long she would let Jazz be in the presence of these ‘gifts.’

“Very well, then,” said the fae, pulling a number of boxes out from beneath his coat. “One year. Be prepared.”

And, with that, the fae faded from view, as if he had been an illusion all along.

Danny was still with them. Their son was still with them. Still theirs.

“One year,” she said, breathless. “Only one year.”

“One whole year,” corrected Jack, rushing to her side. “You’ll see, Maddie. Next time, that fae won’t know what hit him!”

“One whole year,” echoed Maddie, weakly.

“One year to prepare,” said Jack. “Look what we did with half that time! We’re Fentons! We can do it!”

“We can do it,” breathed Maddie. “One year. We’ll be ready.”

Jack nodded, firmly. “We’ll be ready.”

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