#and was gone for 11 days and came back pregnant

[rpfisfine]

whatever I don’t care abt my stupid grandma anymore we have kittens

[prentisssmut]

Unexpected | Emily Prentiss x Reader

pairing: emily prentiss x bau!reader

summary: you get some unexpected news and confide in your girlfriend, emily

content/tw: pregnancy, mention of abortion, established relationship, AFAB reader

a/n: my first fic! i imagine this happening sometime around season 4.

Sunday - your apartment

Pregnant.

Positive.

+++++++.

There was no denying it now. You were pregnant. Your period had always been irregular, you wrote it off as a result of your high stress job at the BAU. But then it didn’t come a second month in a row. There was no way. You hooked up with that guy once. And he was wearing a condom…right?

You were wasted and lonely on a night out with your friends, craving some form of intimacy and he was just the first person that approached you. Your friends couldn’t believe you’d gone home with him…with a man in general. You hadn’t done that since college.

Tears began to stream down your face. Your chest was tightening and your heart was pounding. You couldn’t believe that you had fucked up this bad. 

Your first urge was to call someone. Let them make the decision for you. You were tempted to call Emily, but it was 11 pm on Sunday, no doubt she’d be asleep. 

Fuck.

You stood up and walked over to the mirror, lifting up your t-shirt. There was a slight curve to your belly, but whether that the result of your recent voracious appetite or the pregnancy, you weren’t sure. You quickly put it back down.

Should you call Emily? No. No.

Walking over to your bed, your buried yourself deep beneath the covers and prayed that when you woke up, it would all be a bad dream.

Monday - the BAU

Not a dream. Still pregnant. Still fucked.

At your desk, you reread the same line on the press release for the tenth time, chin resting on one hand and pen in the other.

“Long weekend?” You looked up at Morgan, who had a glint of mischief in his eye.

You gave a weak laugh while rubbing your eyes. “Yeah, something like that.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. 

He gave you a pat on the back as he sat down at his respective desk.

Emily eyed you across the bullpen. She always knew when something was up with you, and you with her, even before you two had begun secretly dating. It had only been a few weeks, but you two were happier than ever.

You used the term “secretly” loosely; you worked with a team of professional behavioral profilers, so you two weren’t fooling anyone.

She came over to your desk, mug of coffee in her hand. “Hey,” she said softly, holding out the mug to you.

“Hey,” you replied, taking the mug. Were you even supposed to be drinking this? Could pregnant women have coffee? Whatever. It’s not like you were going to stay pregnant.

“You okay?” Emily asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Yeah, yeah, no yeah like Morgan said, long weekend.” You gave her a sheepish grin. “Thanks for this,” you said, gesturing to the mug. 

“Can I give you a ride home tonight?”

You hesitated. You were so full of shame and embarrassment that the thought of telling Emily made you want to vomit (or maybe that was just the morning sickness). But she had been the first person you thought to call when you found out. Maybe you could make something up to satisfy her curiosity and just keep this a secret. A big, fat, bloated, pregnant secret. But also you’d taken the Metro to work and would love to not have to deal with rush hour commuting on public transit.

“Sure, thanks. I’d really like that.”

--

The day flew by yet seemed to stretch 100 hours. It was a blur of paperwork, meetings, and coffee refills. Emily was at your desk promptly at 5:00 pm, coat and car keys in hand.

“Ready to go?” she asked, giving your shoulder a squeeze. 

“Let’s hit the road.” You quickly shoved a few files into your bag, fully knowing that you weren’t going to be looking at anything tonight.

You both walked to the Quantico parking garage. Emily unlocked her RAV4, opening the passenger door for you.

You raise your eyebrows. “Wow such a gentleman.”

“And they say chivalry is dead,” she gives you a quick, chaste kiss, closing the door after you slide in.

After hoisting herself into the driver’s seat, she turns to look at you. “Okay, what’s going on?”

You can’t even meet her eyes. Putting your head in your hands, you burst into tears. After holding them back all day, they flow freely now.

“Hey, hey,” Emily reached across the console to hug you. She held you as you cried and cried. She didn’t pester you to say anything or reveal more, just stroked the back of your head. She eventually broke away, starting up the car and pulling out of the garage.

“We’re going to my place to properly talk, okay?” 

You sniffled and nodded. With her left hand on the wheel, Emily used her right hand to grab yours. She held it for the entire 30 minute drive.

Monday - Emily’s apartment

Sergio greeted you and Emily as you walked in the door, nuzzling up against your leg. Emily dropped her keys in the ceramic bowl on her entryway table and headed for the kitchen.

“What do you want,” she called. “Water? Wine? I have a cab sauv but if you’re feeling white I think there’s some chardonnay in the fridge. I also have tea.”

You plopped yourself down on the couch. The same couch you’d sat on countless times before, drinking and laughing; more recently kissing, learning the shape and curves of one another’s bodies. “Um, I’ll just have some water for now, thanks Em.”

Emily filled two mason jars with water and set them on the coffee table.

“Okay babe, now I’ll really ask you — what’s going on?” Her deep brown eyes were filled with concern.

You took a deep shaky breath, willing yourself not to cry again. “Um, well, like in February, I was at a bar with my friends and we were drinking and I got like…so trashed. Like so, so trashed it was really embarrassing. I was also just like so emotional that night and was really craving some kind of just like human touch.”

You put your head in your hands again, the tears coming back in full force.

“And this guy started talking to me and then we like started making out and I went home with him. We slept together and I could’ve sworn he put a condom on but again I was so fucked up. And he was too.”

You pulled away from her.

“I’m pregnant, Emily.”

Her eyes widened with shock. “Oh, honey.” She enveloped you in a hug. “It’s okay.”

You weren’t sure how long you stayed in that position, Emily holding you on the couch as you cried. When she pulled away, she tucked your hair behind your ears and held your hand.

“Do you know what you want to do?”

“I mean there’s no way I can keep it, go through with it. I’m 28 and have only been on the team for like 8 months.” You wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your shirt. Emily grabbed the tissue box from the side table and placed it in your lap. “Thanks.”

“And that’s totally okay. You absolutely don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” She held your hand again. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I don’t even know who else I would’ve told.” You looked into her eyes. God, the urge to kiss her hit you like a ton of bricks. “I guess I’m also, you know, like, I don’t want this happening to like…mess anything up.”

Emily was confused. “What do you mean?”

You looked at the ceiling and sighed. “I mean…us. This thing we just started. I don’t want you to, like, hate me or think less of me or anything because like—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Emily said. It was her turn to take a deep breath. “When I was 15, I got pregnant. By my best friend, Matthew. We were just two ambassadors kids in a foreign country making dumb decisions to piss off our parents. We didn’t fully realize the consequences of it. He helped me.” Her eyes began to water. “He found a doctor, brought me there, held my hand, never told another soul. He saved me, in a way.”

“Oh Em.” You wiped a tear from her cheek.

“All that to say, I have been in this position, okay? You are not alone in this.” She took both your hands and kissed them. “This is not going to mess anything up. This happened before we even kissed for the first time, right? That was March, you said this was in February. I do not think less of you, I do not hate you. I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

You pulled her in and kissed her softly. “Okay,” you say almost under your breath. “Well, I guess I have to figure this out. Soon.”

Emily stroked your hair, pulling you in close to her. You nuzzled into her neck. She smelled incredible. She smelled like home. “We can worry about that tomorrow morning, okay? For now, how about we order some Chinese and watch Real Housewives?” 

You hummed into her neck. “That sounds really nice.”

[etclouie]

seen youre accepting stuff from your au list too, could i get teen dad!theo x teen!mom reader with “You cant banish me! This is my bed/bedroom too!” and “You’re seriously like a man-child.” from the fluff list

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; home is whenever i’m with you (theodore nott x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; 11) “you can’t banish me! this is my bed/bedroom too!” and 12) “you’re seriously like a man-child” — from fluffy prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, teen dad!theo x teen mum!reader, they have a daughter, theo gets a tiny bit touchy and there's a boob joke but that's it, possible ooc theo, that’s it tho (525 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; i’ve also got a bunch of au requests for my sleepover, i promise i’m trying to get to everything as quick as i can

— celebrate 1k with me?

you and Theo had gone home for the holidays, your family posting up a room for you both and your daughter. 

Theo had just come back into the room after having his last smoke of the day, insisting on doing it outside now instead of in whatever room he was in. 

since you fell pregnant with your daughter, Theo had changed many things about himself, his smoking habits being the main one. 

when he crawled into bed, he still smelled of smoke which made you frown. you knew he couldn’t help it but it still put you off. 

“you smell like smoke still”

you whispered, your hand laying on his chest to stop him leaning in any closer which made him pout slightly. 

“never stopped you before”

he murmured, trying to lean in to kiss you again but you stopped him. 

he sighed, giving you his best puppy dog eyes which made you roll yours. your hand lifted from his chest to push his face away, his lips pressing to your palm in a soft kiss. 

“please baby?”

Theo tried again, but he knew you wouldn’t let him into bed or kiss you until he at least brushed his teeth. 

another sigh left his lips as you never let up, his eyes casting a glance to your daughter in her crib at the bottom of the bed. 

“i’m banishing you from this bed until you brush your teeth and spray some cologne to get rid of the smell”

you told, fully teasing but he knew how you felt. especially with your daughter. 

she was a daddy’s girl after all. 

she often woke up in the middle of the night crying out for Theo, and you didn’t like the thought of her needing him while he smelt of cigarettes. 

Theo sighed dramatically this time, pulling you from your thoughts as he stood by the side of the bed. 

“you can’t banish me! this is my bed too!”

he told, which made you laugh. 

you shook your head, pointing to the door before he turned on his heel reluctantly. 

“i better get a kiss when i come back”

he called out to you over his shoulder, making you laugh as you heard the tap run as he brushed his teeth. 

after a minute he returned, now smelling of his cologne too. 

you opened your arms to him, and he eagerly crawled into bed with you. his head on your shoulder and your fingers brushing through his hair. 

one of his hands lifted, resting on your chest while he smirked. his hand squeezed at your boobs, before he murmured out. 

“mhm never lose them”

you cast a glance down at him, his eyes shut as his hand continued to squeeze at your chest but you couldn’t help but laugh again. 

“you’re seriously like a man-child”

you told, but you wouldn’t change him for the world. even if he still found boobs and boob jokes funny, he’d always be your Theo. 

until of course a cry came from the bottom of the bed, quickly followed by a muffled “daddy—“. 

then Theo wasn’t just yours, but your daughters too. 

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[bookworrm1999]

How Far Away? Part 10

Caleb x Mc

Tags: unplanned pregnancy, presumed death, depression, miscommunication

Summary: Mc and Caleb fight right before he goes on a long mission into space. Caleb ends up MIA while Mc finds out she's pregnant. She struggles to deal with the grief while Caleb is fighting for his life to make it back home to her.

AO3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Epilogue

Caleb and you were back in your old apartment in Linkon, a thin layer of dust covered everything as you had been living exclusively at Caleb’s house for a few months now.

You were back in Linkon for your anatomy scan, after the scan, you were going to meet up with Sylus.

Hopefully, he’d be able to help find Ever’s old research in the abandoned buildings of the N109 zone. You were also hoping to ask if he would help Caleb, Sylus’s proficiency in programming and machines would surely help with Caleb’s arm and chip.

It was a few hours until your anatomy scan and you were trying to pack up your apartment. Moving in with Caleb permanently seemed to be the best option now. Keeping an eye on each other but also letting Caleb be there for you, experiencing pregnancy in person rather than over video.

You started to zip your clothes up in vacuum sealed bags, Caleb was taking all of your decorations and putting them in boxes to go to Skyhaven.

Your furniture was going into storage via a moving team later today until you could figure out what you wanted to keep.

With your situation being the way it was, you had contacted your captain and let her know about the situation. Well a watered down version anyway.

She had set up a long distance link to your laptop so that you could work from home for the foreseeable future. You wouldn’t be heading out into the field any time soon.

Things were wrapping up quickly but you did send a message to Tara letting her know what was happening. You had been ignoring her but she was your friend and deserved more than silence.

You messaged Xavier too, letting him know you were moving.

Telling Zayne could come later as you had a meeting with him too.

Finishing your room up, you slowly pulled yourself up off the floor to stand. Groaning as the shift in your center of gravity made it harder to do anything.

Caleb heard this and came running in.

“What’s wrong? The baby ok?”

Laughing and waving him off, you defend yourself

“This is normal in pregnancy, you’re going to have to get used to that. Everything is different, I can’t move fast, get up and down quickly, and my body has weird aches and pains now.”

He comes over to lay a hand on your belly, rubbing it gently.

“I don’t know if I want to get used to you being in pain. I hate that I can’t do anything.”

“Sure you can! You can give me massages, make food for me, rub my feet, get me whatever I need.”

Raising an eyebrow, he laughs

“Sounds more like I’m your personal assistant than your boyfriend. But if you need a massage, I can give you a good one… from the inside.” Waggling his eyebrows in suggestion.

You two hadn’t gone further than kissing and cuddling the past two days. Caleb joked about it but he was the one who was nervous about crossing that line now.

Poking his stomach, making it flinch instinctually

“Uhuh, it’s been so long, I don’t even know if you can get it up anymore. I can’t even remember what it feels like.”

Turning, you raise your hands and shrug dismissively.

Hands come around you and pull you back, his mouth against your neck, hot air tickling you as he speaks.

“Oh you’re going to regret that.”

“Down boy, keep it in your pants until tonight. We still have work to do. The appointment is in an hour.”

Caleb sighs, kissing you before letting you go.

“Aye aye captain.”

**

Arriving at Akso Hospital with Caleb in tow made you inexplicably happy inside.

Maybe it was because everytime that you had come here in the past months had been by yourself, experiencing your baby growing all on your own.

Having him here now felt like a miracle after thinking he was dead once again.

You were called back into the ultrasound room where a technician awaited you.

They directed you until you were all set up, shirt up with jelly on your belly.

And there they were, the cutest little baby.

Caleb let out a loud whoosh of air as he experienced this for the first time in person

Squeezing your hand, you squeezed back as he held a hand to his eyes. Tears leaking out of the corners as emotions overwhelmed him.

“We’re making our own little family.” He whispered

“That’s right baby, just us against the world.” You raised his hand and kissed it gently, rubbing his knuckles with your other hand, grounding him in the moment.

“Alright Mom and Dad, ready to hear the baby’s heartbeat?”

“Yes!” You both answer enthusiastically. The fast little heartbeat filling the room, making this moment all the more real.

“Now before I forget and let it slip my mind, are we finding out the gender today?”

You had opted to wait until the anatomy scan instead of finding out via blood tests earlier. Wanting Caleb to be a part of the big moment. Looking at each other, you both knew the answer.

“Yes.”

“Great! It looks like you’re having a little girl. Congratulations!”

A girl, the thoughts of the future you want to come about play in your mind. You wanted to protect the phantom of your daughter playing in your mind.

Seeing her play outside in the garden, hopping after grasshoppers, picking flowers to put in the middle of the table, dancing with daddy while wearing mommy’s too big shoes.

She deserved a safe place to grow up and as her mom and dad, you two had to work hard at this plan to provide that for her.

Looking at Caleb, you could tell he was having similar thoughts.

So you squeezed his hand,

“A girl!”

“I hope she looks like you.”

“I hope that she looks like both of us.”

“Fair point.”

**

The rest of the anatomy scan went well and you headed to a small cafe nearby.

All of the info that Sylus needed and your proposal in a folder in your bag.

Caleb was taking backseat in this but he offered emotional support.

Sometimes you really did think of him like an emotional support dog.

Sitting at a table, you patiently waited for Sylus while Caleb grabbed you a sandwich and a lemonade for you from the counter.

“Hello kitten.”

Looking up, Sylus was there, taking up all the presence in the room.

Your sandwich and drink were smacked down in front of you, Caleb sat roughly beside you.

Not saying a word but crossing his arms, staring distrustfully at Sylus.

You patted his thigh, reminding him silently to loosen up. Sylus was a big part of making your plan succeed after all, not to mention Sylus wasn’t really threatening despite appearances. Feeling Caleb loosen up beneath your hand, you turned your eyes back to Sylus.

His eyes had been tracking all of your movements, he smiled and sat down.

“How have you been?”

“I’m surprised you don’t already know with how you keep an eye on things. I’ve seen Mephisto in the vicinity here in Linkon.”

“You forget that you’ve been out of town often for the past few months.”

“Still.” You wave your hand at him disbelieving.

“ I did notice that you had been visiting the hospital and that you haven’t been working, so I assumed it had to be something with your heart.”

“Well, not quite.”

You stood up and pulled your coat back to expose your burgeoning belly.

The only tell in his expression was his eyes widening as he took in the sight of your pregnancy.

“I see, how did this happen?”

Laughing at the question, “What do you mean, how did it happen? The way it usually happens.”

“I’m just surprised, I didn’t think you were looking to settle down like this so soon.”

“It was a surprise but a happy one.” You reached up and grabbed Caleb’s hand. “We’re very happy but that’s what leads me to why I called you out here.”

“And?”

“It’d be better if you just saw for yourself.” You handed over the information and the proposed plan in the folder.

His eyes quickly scanned the papers, taking it in fast as expected of the leader of Onychinus.

“And you need my help?”

“Yes, they’re not just threatening Caleb and I, but also our baby. We could use your technical expertise in helping with his arm and chip, Phillip’s help too if possible.”

“I don’t know much about these programs. Ever keeps these under tight control. But you must have some way to get them or this plan wouldn’t go far.”

“They’re actually right under your nose Sylus, their old labs that have their notes on the old experiments are in the N109 zone. Caleb will be getting the notes on his arm and chip himself.”

“Hmmm, I can see that this would also benefit me and finally have something to hold over them. This research into protocores in humans is definitely interesting. Perhaps this will let me pay back the favor they bestowed upon us when they framed me for those explosions so long ago.”

“Yes, I’m hoping that this provides some incentive for you. We will take care of some of the people behind it all but the company will still exist; you’d just have to deal with them running around with the head cut off.”

“Very well, I accept. I can assist with the search in the N109 zone for the labs.”

“You’ll be working with Caleb mostly, it’s not safe for me to be out pregnant anyway but we also don’t want Ever to get wind of our connection or my pregnancy.”

The two men size each other up, knowing each other through hearsay and their own investigation but never really crossing paths.

“Can I trust you two to play nice?”

Sylus smiles and leans back nonchalantly, crossing a leg over his knee and crossing his arms.

“I’m always a perfect angel.”

Caleb snorts but agrees to play nice.

“Perfect!”

Sylus gets up to leave, taking the folder with him. He stops and looks back at you, eyes lingering on your hidden belly below the table.

“Congratulations.” His voice sounding a bit choked and sad, not really matching his words. You smiled and thanked him anyway.

Leaving you and Caleb behind, you picked up your sandwich and started eating.

“I don’t like him.”

“Is there anybody you like?”

“You and this sweet girl.” His hand brushing over your belly lightly.

You pout and whine

“I thought I was your sweet girl?”

“I can have two sweet girls!” He says alarmed

“Kidding, she’s my sweet girl too after all.”

Laughing at his sensitivity, he hated making you upset, he seemed to think you’d cry at the drop of a pin. Well, you did sometimes but he doesn’t have to point it out so much.

**

You and Caleb were waiting in your apartment for the movers to finish taking your stuff to storage. Arranging for Zayne to meet you here and thankfully his schedule happened to align.

Bringing your lemonade home from the cafe, you leaned against the kitchen counter while sipping it thoughtfully.

Sylus would certainly help but you’d most likely need Phillip’s help as well. He was a part of the team that Grandma worked on, he probably knew about Caleb too. Phillip working alongside Sylus to figure out the technical side was all they had to go on.

The real problem was where the work would take place, they’d need some time to study the research when they found it and study Caleb himself.

Caleb had that room in his home where he took care of his arm; but you don’t know if you could convince him to let three different people that he didn’t really trust into it.

The door was propped open as the movers took things out and to a van.

Zayne sidled through the door, looking around with a vague interest.

“I see you’re moving out.”

“Well, we’ve made it official after all. No sense in staying here or keeping it when I’m going to live with Caleb, raising a baby takes a lot of your time after all.”

“Right.”

Caleb stood in the corner, leaning against the wall and keeping a sharp eye on Zayne.

“So what is this about?”

You had prepared a different file for Zayne as you needed him for the more medical side of things.

Risking going to another doctor for help in taking out Caleb’s chip and anything that needed modifying physically with Caleb’s arm; it was out of the question.

Ever had their fingers in a lot of pies and you needed someone you could trust.

Sliding the folder over to him, you watched as he flipped through it. He frowned and looked between you and Caleb.

“I don’t have much experience in surgery in the brain, I could help with the arm but the brain isn’t my expertise.”

“I realize that but you’re one of the only people I know I can trust with this.”

Zayne sighs, bringing his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“It seems like there’s a big overarching story to this, do I even want to know?”

“It’s up to you, I’m willing to tell you but we really do need your help.”

“I suppose I can do some research and practice into refining my surgical techniques for the brain. But you have to realize that this will be a big risk for you.” Zayne looks to Caleb for this.

Caleb nods

“I know. But to make sure she’s safe and our baby is safe, I’m willing to risk it.”

“You’re always willing to risk yourself. It drives me nuts.”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately.” You sigh, not really meaning it.

Zayne looks vaguely uncomfortable, turning his head to the side to clear his throat.

“I appreciate your trust and faith in me. I will do my best to fulfill them.”

“Thank you Zayne, I know this is a lot to ask but we do appreciate it. We’ll contact you when we’re ready for your help.”

“Right, I’ll get going then.”

He turns and heads out the door without another word. A mover comes in after him, picking up a table before heading back down.

Caleb comes over to you, sliding an arm around your waist. Pulling your back into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Well, we got the help we need. Now we just need to move forward with the rest of the plan.”

“Right, Sylus will conduct the search in the N109 zone for now but you said that you’ll be heading to meet the Professor next?”

“Yes, he’s one of the people who worked on upgrading my arm and implanting the chips. The rest of the research we need will be with him.”

“Will you kill him then?” Talking about murder so casually was a bit unnerving but it was necessary.

“Maybe, I need to make it look like an accident so that Ever’s head won’t go into hiding or become suspicious.”

“Things are moving so fast now.”

“They need to.” His hand cupped your belly protectively, a visible timer for their plan

**

Caleb had liaised with Sylus recently, Sylus had found the old labs with little issue. The paper copies sent to them for safe keeping while the digital copies were destroyed on the old computer. Ever would never get their hands on their old research, finding it a lot harder to recreate what they considered to be a success in experiment 001.

He was standing outside the Professor’s home, everyone else out except for his target.

Sylus had provided him with a drive that he could plug into the computer, it would copy everything and then kill the original system, wiping it all.

It made Caleb itch to rely on Sylus like this but the truth was that he had better access to the black market than Caleb did.

She trusted him and Caleb trusted her.

Taking a deep breath, he fell back into his role of obedient attack dog, the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.

Stepping into this house for what hopefully was the last time, all he could feel was a sense of anticipation and anxiousness. All he had to do was get in, copy the drive and find a way to kill the Professor without suspicion.

Everything depended on how well this went.

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[lindsaynathi0n]

DARK RED PT2

Rafe Cameron S3x Reader

{OPEN COMMAND}

[English is not my native language❗️❗️]

synopsis: 2 months after her abduction, the life Y/N had hoped for is not at all what she wanted.

tw: mention of murder, blame for the victim, domestic violence, violence, rejection, insult.

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[PT1]

You and your family had been living in Guadeloupe for two months.

Everything had gone back to the way it was, Bland and sad.

despite the fact that you and Rafe lived under the same roof, he was always busy. He only saw you very rarely, in the evening when you are waiting for him to brush your teeth and sleep, when he wakes you up because he is in you or when he decides to eat with you and his family.

Anyway, Rafe had to take care of his family again, and you hated Ward for it.

Rafe was a boy who always needs to prove that he can do better than others. If he has to kill himself at work, of course he will.

And because of that you and Rafe were arguing several times. Rafe didn’t want to take time for you and you, you didn’t want Rafe to stay all day until 11:00pm in his office.

You would often end up crying or Rafe would fuck you for hours and hours. Forcing you to apologize in his place because of the overstimulation.

________________________________________

Tonight was no exception, you and Rafe had argued the night before, you cried all night in silence, Rafe had been asleep for a long time when you were asleep.

You were sitting on the bed when you waited for him to finish his job. He came into my room and went straight to the bathroom to brush his teeth, you followed him. Starting only your skin care for the night.

He brushed his teeth and didn’t tell you, he didn’t even look at you. You wanted to cry but you held back.

You started taking out your skincare products when a hygienic protection package appeared in your field of vision.

Your blood is cold and you haven’t moved for a few seconds, the package was closed.

Normally a closed protection package was nothing. The only problem was the fact that since you arrived, you only bought one package.

It means that since you’ve been here, you haven’t had your period. You’ve come out of the bathroom in the direction of bed.

You climb on your side and crawl to Rafe. "Rafe..?" you ask hesitantly. Rafe doesn’t move, he seems to be asleep. You give him a little pat "Rafe..?". He doesn’t move.

you repeat your gestures until he starts moving. He turns around and slowly opens his eyes.

"What, what is it?" He says half asleep with a slight hint of annoyance. "I-I.." You look for your words. Rafe gets angry. He talks aggressively "I want to sleep. Don’t bother me."

"Rafe.. I have..". you look for words not to disturb him. He remains angry "What? What do you want? Go say it fast!"

"When’s the last time we fucked without protecting us?". You start shaking when her eyes pierce you. You weren’t afraid of him until you understood that the pogues didn’t lie, he really killed Peterkin.

Rafe’s eyes darken. He gets angry. "What do you mean, when we’ve been fucking without protecting ourselves? You’re not pregnant, are you?" he asks you not to scream.

You lower your head, avoiding his gaze. "I haven’t had my period since we got here"

Rafe puts his hands in front of his eyes, he always does that when he’s stressed or about to explode. And you didn’t think it could be stress? Maybe that’s why you’re late. You want to yell at him, you want to insult him.

You’re still not looking at him.

"If you hadn’t kidnapped me at the same time, I wouldn’t be stressed…"You whisper so he can’t hear you. You don’t want him to yell at you.

He approaches you. He gets angry. He speaks just below the scream. "I made the right decisions. I saved you from trouble. I gave you the freedom you want." You look up and look him straight in the eyes, "You gave me the good life? Rafe? Are you serious? You no longer speak to me, no longer look at me and you come to see me only when you are lacking!" You start to raise the tone

He grabs the back of your head and puts his hand on your mouth to silence you "I swear to God, if Wheezie or Rose gets up to see what’s going on, I’ll kill you." He says eyes filled with hate.

You are afraid and begin to tremble even more, panic takes you, and that he understands quickly. Your eyes are flooded with water making your vision blurred.

He lets go and goes back to sleep. You lie next to him and keep crying in silence, you miss your family and if you had gone with the pogues, would you be happy?

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You didn’t sleep all night. When Rafe got up, you pretended to sleep. 

He brought you closer to him and hugged you before kissing you on top of your head. One of the rare times you felt like he still loved you.

When he left, you started crying again.

When you got up, you stayed until 10 am in bed, you had traces in the corners of your eyes and you had no desire to get up.

You did it anyway, you washed up, made up and came down, Wheez is with Ward, Rose has to drink and Rafe had to be in his office.

You went into the lobby where Rafe’s things are. You started looking for $30 in his wallet. "What are you doing?" You jump and freeze instantly.

Rafe had his arms crossed, he was standing behind you. You got up fast and he looked at you all the way up with a suspicious face.

"It’s none of your business." You say with a hint of annoyance. He frowns and grimaces. "So you’re stealing money from me and it’s none of my business?" " I wasn’t stealing from you-" He cuts you off and walks away from you. " It’s normal because I made sure I didn’t have any cash." He says it made sense.

You open your mouth in amazement, he thinks you’re a thief. "But maybe you’re looking for this?" He pulls out his credit card. You try to take it from him, but he put it in the air. "Tell me why you need it and I might give it to you?" he shrugs.

You lower your head and start playing with your hands. "I need it to buy a pregnancy test." You say to a barely audible voice. Rafe leans over you, he pulls your face up so it’s in front of yours. "Sorry I didn’t hear, you need it for?" his eyes shrinking.

"Rafe I need it to buy a pregnancy test." You say loud enough. Rafe freezes and gives you a bad look." I told you it was just stress, don’t get paranoid about it." He gets straight, turns his back on you and starts leaving.

You start following him, begging him to give you his card. "Rafe I just want to be sure! You understand that?" You say half crying. "I understand you love, just realize how miserable you look?" He says disgusted.

You stop talking and he goes on. "You tried to steal money from me, and then you tried to trick me into saying you want to take a pregnancy test but you really just want to steal me and then go find another guy, right?"

"You know it’s miserable what you’re doing, right?" He approaches you and you start crying, "it’s not that Ra-" "shhht" he gently puts his hand on your neck, he forces you to put you on tiptoe.

"If you try to betray me or even lie to me, I will not be as forgiving as before." He kisses you and you feel the tears running down your cheeks. He lets go and leaves.

Your crying is so intense that your breathing becomes unstable. Rose arrives in the living room and sees you, she puts her glass and runs towards you. She takes you directly in a hug. She tries to calm your breath and little by little she gets there.

Rose asks you what happened and you explain the situation to her. When you’re done, she leaves without telling you anything, she comes back with two $20 bills. "Buy yourself the best tests." That’s all she tells you.

You take them and take her one last time in your arms before leaving.

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You found a small grocery store, there were different types of tests. To be sure of the result, you took three and paid them.

At night when you came home, no one was expecting you. You went upstairs to the bathroom you share with Rafe and did a first test.

You waited 15 minutes, once it was over the result was ready. You took a deep breath and watched the test.

You thought your world was going to collapse under your feet, you were barely 18 years old and you were already expecting a child.

You threw the test in the trash and rushed to do another one. You waited another 15 minutes and again, it was positive.

How are you going to deal with a baby? You’re not sure if you survive here so how do you deal with a child?

You thought about trying to stay calm, for you one thing was certain, you had to tell Rafe. You took the test and with a little confidence you went to Rafe’s office.

You came in and Rafe was there, head in piles of paper with his computer next to him.

You put the test on the piles and he stopped writing. He raised his head and you tried to keep calm.

He looked at the test again and went into his chair. He looked at you and said nothing. "Where did you get the money?" He asked you looking into your eyes. "Rose." He shrugged his shoulders. Is that his reaction?

"That’s your reaction, don’t you have anything to say?" you ask, you start getting angry.

He looked at you with disdain. "I should have another one when you’re not going to keep it?" You frown. Who said you weren’t going to keep it. "I never said that," you say. "So you’re going to keep it?" he asks with irritation.

You start staring at the point, yes you want to keep it, but on the one hand you’re scared, and if you were a bad mother. You can’t think any more because Rafe is waiting for your answer, the longer it takes you to make him understand something you don’t want.

"Yes" Rafe seemed shocked. "No." He said.

You open your eyes wide. "I beg your pardon?"

"You’re not going to babysit this kid." He says like he’s the one who’s pregnant.

"I wouldn’t have an abortion." You say clearly, Rafe’s laughing. "You know you don’t have to, getting him adopted is a good option." He says it makes sense.

"There is no question of strangers taking my baby!" You scream, Rafe gets up from his chair. " Oh well? So who will do it, You? You don’t even have the means to do it? You don’t have a job and you live on the hook of your boyfriend who also owns the child."

You put your hands on your face. "So I live on your hooks?" You look at it before eyes full of hate. "What do you call that?" He asks you.

You shake your head and walk out of his office, slamming the door. You head to your room. Once inside you take the suitcase under the bed, open your wardrobe and start throwing your stuff in.

Rafe shows up in the room when you’re closing the suitcase. "What are you doing?" He says angry holding back not to scream. 

"I decide not to live on your hook anymore, so I’m out of here." You say then that tears flow at a crazy speed on your cheeks.

Rafe laughs nervously. "No." He says. You grab the suitcase and start walking out of the room. What you didn’t expect was for Rafe to grab you violently by your waist making you scream.

"Fucking let go of me!" you’re screaming." Shut the fuck up, you really think after everything I’ve done you’re gonna break down like that with my kid?" Rafe goes crazy.

He pushes you violently away from the door and you fall to the ground. I’ve been busting my ass giving you a dream life all this so you decide to fuck everyone up " he bends over and grabs your jaw firmly . " Go away" you scream, both hands start scratching his arm. He yells at you and throws all the worst insults in the world, and you cry and insult him.

You get cut off when someone knocks on the door asking to come in, Rafe lets go and you run into the bathroom. Rose talks to Rafe and gets even more upset.

Rose leaves and Rafe starts knocking at the door asking you to open it, the only thing he hears are your uncontrollable crying.

Rafe stayed at the door for more than an hour, you did not open to him because you knew two things, first, if you went out you would probably have forgiven him what he just did to you because you love him despite what he makes you live and secondly, You were paralyzed by the fear he gave you.

That night, you slept on the cold tile in the bathroom.

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Despite your love for Rafe, you had no desire to end up like Peterkin, so you waited.

You waited a few weeks for Rafe to forget everything that happened. Rafe had to leave a few days to see a potential buyer for the cross.

And thanks to that, you were able to run away. Rose of course helped you, she gave you money and paid you a boat ticket and a plane ticket. You couldn’t go back to the Outer Banks. Illinois seemed perfect. You never told Rafe, so how could He suspect anything?

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[anythinggoesbutme]

Baby Steps

Grayson Hawthorne x Pregnant!Lyra Kane

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, emotional distress, fainting/brief loss of consciousness, internalized fear of rejection, delayed disclosure, anxiety, mild medical themes (early pregnancy symptoms), mentions of body changes, emotional vulnerability, soft hurt/comfort

Synopsis: When Lyra begins to feel off, she brushes it off as stress—until three positive tests and one fainting spell confirm the truth. As she struggles to tell Grayson, the weight of the secret threatens to break her until she finally lets him in.

Word Count: 1,971

Lyra didn’t think much of it the first morning she woke up late.

She blamed it on the weather—gray skies and colder mornings made her want to stay in bed longer. She blamed it on Grayson, too, for keeping her up too late the night before, curled into her side and whispering things that made her forget sleep entirely.

But by the third morning, when she sat up too fast and the room tilted, Lyra started to notice.

She wasn’t eating the same either. Her favorite coffee made her stomach turn. She picked at her food. Her appetite was weird—not gone, just different. The idea of eggs made her nauseous, but she’d eaten half a jar of pickles at 11 p.m. and thought it was the best thing in the world.

Still, she didn’t connect the dots.

Stress, she thought. It’s just stress. The Hawthornes were a full-time job in themselves, and dating Grayson Hawthorne—beautiful, complex, composed Grayson—came with its own gravity. She adored him. Loved him. But he was still learning how to share pieces of himself, still wrestling with what vulnerability looked like. Loving Grayson was easy. Getting him to let himself be loved back? That was harder.

So maybe it made sense that her body felt off. Everything had been a lot lately.

Lyra didn’t notice until she went to mark an appointment in her calendar and saw the little pink flower icon she used every month. A reminder. A gentle tap on the shoulder from her past self.

Except this month, there wasn’t one.

She blinked. Scrolled back. Her heart started to race.

It was supposed to happen two weeks ago.

“Okay,” she whispered to herself, trying to breathe through it. “That doesn’t mean anything. Probably stress. People are late all the time.”

But late and nauseous and exhausted and weirdly emotional all added up to something she wasn’t ready to think about.

Not yet.

She didn’t buy a test right away.

The idea of it—of actually knowing—felt too heavy. She could still be wrong. Maybe her body was just off. A test would make it real.

But by the time another week passed and her bras started fitting differently, Lyra caved.

She didn’t go to the main drugstore in town. Too many eyes. Too many risks of running into someone who might mention something to someone, and then somehow it would get back to a Hawthorne.

Instead, she drove thirty minutes out of the way to a little corner store in a quiet town with more tractors than traffic.

She bought three tests.

Just to be sure.

She took the first one in the guest bathroom at Grayson’s townhouse, where she’d been staying off and on. He wasn’t home. A meeting, she thought. Or one of those days where he vanished into the estate to help Xander with some elaborate invention or consult Jameson on some unsanctioned stunt.

The wait felt like a year.

When the test blinked positive, Lyra stared at it for a long time. Like maybe if she blinked hard enough, the word would change. It didn’t.

She took the second one.

Positive.

And the third.

Still positive.

She sat down on the edge of the tub, hand over her mouth. Her heart thudded like a warning bell in her chest. Her throat felt dry. She didn’t cry. Not at first. Not even when she dropped the tests into the sink and stared at them like they were written in a language she didn’t understand.

This wasn’t planned. This wasn’t supposed to happen—not now, not with Grayson still learning how to let her in without bracing for impact. He loved her. She knew that. But love didn’t always mean ready. And this? This was more than she’d ever thought she’d have to tell someone like him.

She didn’t even realize she was shaking until her vision blurred.

Then came the dizzy wave.

A slow, rising heat in her chest. The bathroom felt smaller. Tighter. The lights too bright, the sound of her own breath too loud. Her heart stuttered.

The next thing she knew, she was on the floor, the tiles cool against her cheek, her head spinning.

She didn’t know how long she was out. Maybe a minute. Maybe longer. When she blinked back into awareness, her throat was tight and her eyes burned.

The test was still there.

Still positive.

Still hers.

And outside the bathroom door, the front door opened. Grayson’s voice, soft and steady and unmistakably his, echoed through the hall.

“Lyra?” he called, not knowing the world had just tilted sideways.

She didn’t answer.

Not yet.

She couldn’t.

She didn’t tell him that night.

By the time Grayson found her—on the couch, blanket around her shoulders, face paler than usual—she’d moved the tests. Cleaned up. Tucked away the evidence and the panic in equal measure.

“You look tired,” he said, sitting beside her. His thumb brushed her temple, gentle. “Rough day?”

Lyra nodded. That was easier than speaking. Her mouth still felt like cotton.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked, trying to read her the way he always did—quiet, careful, without pushing too hard.

“No,” she whispered. “Not tonight.”

He kissed her forehead and didn’t ask again.

And that was the beginning of it.

The week that followed felt like trying to walk through wet cement.

She was off. She knew it. Grayson knew it too, probably, but didn’t press. He was used to giving her space when she needed it—he’d never been the type to force a conversation—but this was different. It wasn’t just stress. It wasn’t even fear.

It was… doubt.

Lyra started second-guessing everything. The tests were all still hidden in the back of the closet, tucked into a shoebox beneath a stack of sweaters. She hadn’t looked at them since that day, hadn’t dared to open that drawer.

Maybe it was a fluke. A bad batch. Maybe her body was playing tricks on her.

Maybe if she waited long enough, the truth would rearrange itself into something easier.

She woke up with heartburn. Felt dizzy in elevators. Her chest ached. She cried at a jewelry commercial and then pretended it was about something else when Grayson gently asked.

She told herself she’d say something tomorrow. Tomorrow. Always tomorrow.

But tomorrow kept not coming.

By Wednesday, she was starting to get sloppy.

Grayson offered her wine at dinner and she declined too quickly. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. The next morning, he caught her wincing over the smell of his coffee and she waved it off with a half-lie about a headache.

He kept looking at her like he was trying to solve a puzzle he didn’t have all the pieces to.

That was the worst part. Knowing she was keeping something from him. That she had something to give him—this huge, life-altering truth—and she was choosing not to.

Not yet.

Because once she said it, it would be real. Once it was out of her mouth, there was no taking it back.

And what if he didn’t want it?

What if he looked at her and saw someone reckless? What if it reminded him of everything he couldn’t control?

What if he left?

The fear was irrational—she knew that—but it sat heavy in her chest, next to all the what-ifs and maybes.

On Friday night, she curled up on the window seat in his study while he worked late into the evening. His laptop cast soft blue light across the room, but he wasn’t looking at it. Not really. He kept glancing at her instead, like he could tell she was slipping further away with each passing day.

Eventually, he closed the screen and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“Lyra,” he said quietly, “what’s going on?”

She froze.

He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even frustrated. His voice was low, careful, almost heartbreakingly soft.

She tried to answer. Tried to come up with something—anything—that wouldn’t be a lie or a confession.

Instead, she said, “I’m just tired.”

Grayson watched her for a moment. His jaw tensed. He didn’t believe her. She knew it. But he didn’t push.

“Okay,” he said, standing. “Then come lie down. You’re not sleeping here alone.”

He reached for her hand and helped her up, his fingers warm against hers. Lyra followed him without thinking, grateful and guilty in equal measure.

That night, he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed the back of her neck like nothing had changed.

But everything had.

She just hadn’t told him yet.

Grayson figured it out before she said the words.

Not all of it. Not right away. But by Saturday morning, something in him shifted.

Lyra knew it the moment she stepped out of the shower and found him sitting on the edge of the bed, silent, his elbows resting on his knees, her phone in his hand.

She froze.

“I didn’t mean to look,” he said, not raising his voice, not looking at her yet. “It lit up while you were in the bathroom. I thought maybe it was something important.”

She stayed still.

“It was a calendar notification.” His voice was quiet. “Prenatal vitamins.”

Her breath caught.

Grayson looked up at her then—slow, deliberate. His expression wasn’t angry. It wasn’t even surprised. It was something deeper. Something hollowed out and full at the same time, like he’d been bracing for impact all week and it had finally hit him.

“Lyra,” he said, voice breaking slightly at the edges. “Are you…?”

She nodded.

She couldn’t speak. Not yet. Her throat had closed up again. That same wave from before, that dizzying swirl of nausea and disbelief and something like fear, rose up in her chest.

Grayson stood slowly, as if afraid to move too fast and startle her. “How long have you known?”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “A week. I—I took three tests. I didn’t want to believe it at first. I thought maybe they were wrong. But they weren’t.”

He took a breath. Pressed his hands to his face, then lowered them again, eyes locked on hers. “You fainted.”

Lyra blinked. “What?”

“That day,” he said, stepping closer. “Last week. You said you were just tired, but you were pale, and you looked—Lyra, you were shaking.”

She looked down, her voice cracking. “I was scared.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he crossed the room, slowly, and took her hands in his.

“You should’ve told me,” he said. There was no anger in it. Only hurt. “You didn’t have to carry this alone.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I just… I didn’t know how.”

He nodded, thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I don’t know how either. Not yet.”

A long pause. The silence between them full of everything they hadn’t said and everything they still might.

“Are you—” she started, but her voice faltered. She tried again. “Are you mad?”

“No,” he said immediately. “No. Just…” He exhaled slowly. “Worried. For you. For us. For what this means.”

Lyra swallowed hard. “Do you want this?”

“I want you,” he said. “And this—this happened. It’s happening. I don’t know what it’s going to look like. I don’t know how to be a father.”

She laughed weakly. “I don’t know how to be a mother.”

“We’ll learn.”

He pulled her close, hands settling on her hips like she was something fragile and fiercely important. His forehead rested against hers.

“We don’t have to know everything yet,” Grayson whispered. “We’ll take it slow. Take it day by day.”

Her chest hitched.

“Baby steps,” he added, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Lyra let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

And for the first time in a week, she felt like maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t alone in it anymore.

[missmarveledsblog]

FLUMPY part 11 ( jake seresin x reader)

summary : with roo , nat and jake gone the remainder of the dagger squad take it as their mission to make sure that the pregnant girlfriend and their friend is taken care of while she is racing to tell her dad before someone else is going to let it slip , dealing with life without jake being by her side isn't as fun and she is counting down the days til he and her favorite people return .

warning: other than my spelling and grammatical error this is a mostly fluffy goofy chapter with the mentions of pregnancy and all the good stuff that comes with it . the men of the dagger squad being big brother goals ,some mentions of an encounter with a shitty human who tries to hurt a dog.

(previous part)

She sat sitting in the car not actually knowing what it was that had her crying . was it the hormones , the fact jake was gone for three months or fact he didn’t dump her there and then . she didn’t know how long it was she was there but the crowds were long gone some even stopped to see was she ok that was til she heard a tapping on her window only to see bob standing there holding container in one hand and smile on his face . 

“ hey what you doing here” she sniffled trying not to look like an absolute mess .

“ nat sent me told me you needed this and probably a hug” he stood shyly only for her to start crying even more. “ shit you want me to bring you good duck park rooster and hangman said that cheers you up” he offered quickly only for her to cry harder. 

“ they know me to well” she sobbed as he pulled her into a hug  knowing or thinking he knew why she was crying . 

“ we can just go home or hard deck i’ll even do a shot with you” he smiled. 

“ i’ll go the hard deck but i can’t drink “ she winced.  “ kinda erm pregnant which with how loud jake yelled it  well i need to see my dad quickly “ knowing some of the men where actually worse with the how lose their lips could be . sure national  and classified secret hold til the grave but moment it came to things of normal like well they turned into a sewing circle. 

“ congratulations really” he smiled widely . 

“ ugh your so cute” she sniffled wiping her nose .  

“ come on leave you care we can come back for it later or i’ll leave mine either way your in no shape to drive”  bob help her out of the car she instantly notice how his touch got softer almost like any pressure would break her making her roll her eyes but hug the WSO  hard . 

The moment she walked into the hard deck all eyes were on her , giving bob a nod she headed over to her dad who sat talking away to penny til his eyes landed on her . 

“ well didn’t think i would see you in this place for nine months” he crossed his arms . 

“ worse then high schoolers” she turned to the officers standing around promptly turning their attention to anything else under her heated gaze .  “ i was going to tell you properly but jake well yelled so loud honestly  surprise you didn’t hear him from your place” she joked smiling awkwardly. 

“ pay up “ penny smirked. 

“ can you two stop betting on my life please it’s a bit odd but also go penny” she rolled her eyes hugging her dad. 

“  i would of rather heard it from you but the free drinks helped “ he chuckled. 

“ hey i want free stuff not alcohol if wanna be generous nacho’s would be awesome” she yelled out . 

“ so i guess jake happy” penny laughed hugging her. 

“ yeah i was so nervous then the whole dock found out got lots of hugs from strangers” she nodded . 

“ well heres a free cola on me  and looks like the guys are waiting for you” penny smiled nodding her head over to the little small group of the dagger squad. 

“ we come over tomorrow anyways go kiddo enjoy” pete kissed her head. 

“ yeah coyote looks more lost without jake than i do “ she teased making  her way through the crowd nodding at the congratulation til she got to the usual spot only for javy to lift her off the ground with a hug  almost spilling her drink but like a knight in shining armour bob took it from her hand put on table . 

“ our baby is having a baby “ he cheered . 

“ excuse me “ she laughed , 

“Oh we decided a while back you were our little sister so not up to you “ fanboy shrugged. 

“ i’ve no say in this?” she asked . 

“ nah .. plus one of us already called mav dad before” payback snickered. 

“ that was once and it was slip of the tongue” bob grumbled. 

“ we even cleared it with rooster” coyote winked  as she hugged the others . 

“ well i’m glad you got his approval “ she rolled her eyes taking her seat. 

“ so as your new found big brothers and future uncle to the baby seresin / mitchell that is growing inside of that tummy of your we are here at your beck and call so even if heartburn or some shit  in the middle of night you gotta call us “ payback informed her honestly it felt like she was being scolded like a naughty child. 

“ even if it’s for ice cream” fanboy added only for penny to bring over a container filled with nacho in front of her. 

“ courtesy of yale” she snorted. 

“Hey thank yale” she yelled mouth watering at the food before her only for more food items to be brought throughout her time in the hard deck that night some by the people that got them or to the point penny sent the delivery man or woman directly to y/n . each time she yell out the thanks to the name on the receipt . 

By the time she and bob got his car and she head home she’d enough  containers to feed  her for the week or least first couple of days .

Jake honestly was  up and down from one moments of being happy then being scared shitless within the space of few hours he was going through a series of emotions.  It  honestly  gave nat and bradley whiplash trying to keep up with him .  one hand he was so excited for  the chapter of his life , he was older almost into his forties so the fact he was going to start a family well it was everything . then it was fact he was actually going to be a father what if he was shit at it or his kid resented him for being in the navy or  what if something left him inured or worse kill in action . then he was afraid of not being there for his girl the fact she was going through three months alone without  him  being at her side. What if something happened and he couldn’t be there for her . now he was sat with phoenix and rooster since honestly the two need to get him to chill out or else get him sedated . 

“She not going to be alone the guys will be there and her dad” nat said softer than the usual tone she would take with hangman of all people. “ plus you and bradshaws got like weird spidey sense sort of thing with her so if you even for a second felt something was off you would … we all would honestly swim back to san diego” .  

“ she is right we knew she was off after that sea food platter and when she gets her period which now isn’t a problem because she can’t have either of those while pregnant” rooster smirked .  

“ he’s got a point” nat laughed, 

“ i’m going to miss three month of her pregnancy of my first child “ he finally said  looking down to his hands . 

“ barely anything happens in first three months” nat tried to play it off. 

“ scan says she 10 weeks so she be what six months when i get back”  he scoffed . 

“ well once your there for the birth meeting your first child , thats the main show my friend plus way you two go at it you’’ll get to experience it again” roo wince considering he caught them in considerably a few compromising times . 

“ honestly i’m surprised she wasn’t pregnant sooner” nat nodded along . 

“ yeah not helping , i just wished it was different i mean what if something was to happen to me “ he asked the two . 

“ i think coyote called dibs on y/ns” rooster said easily. 

“ so did bob” nat nodded along .

“ again not helping” he deadpanned. “ i don’t want my kid to grow up or my girl to be heartbroken trying to explaining   why daddy ain’t around i mean it hard thing to go through” . 

“ here as the only orphan of the group yes it hard  but i turned out fine my mom made life the best even if she was dealing with a broken heart , plus trauma make you funnier why you think me and pretty girl are so hilarious “ bradley winked. 

“ she does say she half way to being batman only Mav in her way” nat chuckled. 

“ look bagman sadly your a good guy and well we do unpredictable shit but your are going to be one of those fuckers that dies like ripe old age shitting in his diaper” bradley patted his back . 

“ i say this with love but don’t comfort people outside of our group but also thanks it weirdly helped “ jake said slightly surprise how it help just now he was counting down the moment he would get to see her . 

Waking up to a half empty bed was something she was never going to get over it . it had  been two weeks since they were gone and still felt like it was going to be forever before they got home . like it was perfect time every symptom decided to come at once leaving her napping during her lunch break or her head in the toilet . since word spread quickly of her pregnancy everyone was almost babying her making her want to honest bite them or something . admiral simpson also got a recruit one who was studying engineering to “Intern for her” which was his way making sure she wasn’t doing anything too strenuous but did mean she had to guide the dude through literally everything.  Luke wasn’t a bad kid and well poor fucker got confused more times then he should of plus calling him kid was a bit much given he was only a couple years closer . she notice kyle and coyote instantly being there too if she so much as looked at something they deemed too heavy. But true to their words one night she rang them crying because well she felt lonely and they all came and watched movie even camped out in the living room like it was a sleep over . whenever she mention of craving something well they would come back later with said thing .  bob even  got her new overalls when the little bump that started to protrude  out took her til she went home to realise what he done  , it wasn’t big by any means but still clothes where starting to get a bit tight . even mama seresin and jakes sisters sent some maternity clothes  down for her to wear and she had to give it to them they found cool stuff . she never wore the pj’s though because at night she would take one of jakes T-shirts wear them to bed was closest thing to having him there .  even during the week the guys including the newbie kyle brought her to the good duck part even making friends with the senior citizens that were there .  she was never so lucky in life as she was now to have the friends she did   when it came down to it moving to san diego and starting fresh was the best thing she ever done. 

Walking with the guys , shopping for stuff to send the guys that weren’t there care package she needed to rest when they spot some sport store honestly she zoned out half way telling them she wanted to rest on bed to knock themselves out . 

“ stupid mutt” was all she heard pulling her attention to a man yelling down at a terrified dog .  instantly she was protective mode hauling her ass off the bench no longer tired .  “ waste of money stupid thing” he spat going to kick the already shivering and cowering dog. 

“ hey asshole” she snapped pushing him away . 

“ mind your business lady nothing to do with you” he growled. 

“ i’m making it my business what fuck is wrong with you kicking a defenseless dog” she spat not noticing that fanboy was already rounding them up the moment he spot her walking off from the bench. 

“ again none of your fucking business chubs now fuck off what i do with my dog is my business”. 

“ and i told you dickless .. can i call you that because you’d have to be a dickless asshole to hurt an animal what pisses me off is if this little guy defended himself he would be branded a monster ,  don’t mind the dickless man you poor little baby “ she cooed down at the dog instantly cowering behind her. “ what if i hit you huh cut you down to size and chubs really dude you look more pregnant that i do “ she scoffed. 

“ listen lady keep you mouth shut or i’ll… “  he started. 

“ or you what , i hope you aint talking to our sister like that pal” coyote stood making himself bigger as the rest followed. 

“ because she can’t hit you in her condition “ fanboy added. 

“ but we can” bob spoke completely different honestly she was a little impressed . 

“ what like i’m afraid of you” the man said yet his face gave it away instantly. 

“ you should be “ payback stood in front of her. 

“ you know what you care so much about the bag of flea take it ain’t worth it” the man rushed off as they walked him til he drove off only to hear her giggling and laughing . 

“ he likes me” she beamed up at them . 

“ please let us be there when you tell jake” fanboy snorted.

“ he’ll get over it , day got better free dog and awesome cool bodyguards … sorry brothers now lets go get this little peanut some new things “ she smiled happily. 

 “ she’s gonna be the death of us “ kyle sighed and they all agreed. 

“ it doesn’t actually have flea’s right we took my car here” bob gulped.

Lucky for bob peanut did not in fact have  fleas but he was skin and bone . peanut was only seven months old pitbull and nothing to him  , she brought him everywhere even to the hard deck letting sit with her and the guys although he was nervous at first when it got busy but soon got use to it even  only place she couldn’t bring him was work and  so she brought him to a doggy day care one of the officers recommended one night at hard deck . two weeks was all it took for the pooch to get use to the new dynamic given it was probably the most attention he’s gotten in his life . now she was sitting on her sofa patiently ( for her ) for jake to call he let her know he had a slot for facetime coming up and she was looking forward to it  almost counting the seconds til she could  finally see him . 

“ now we gotta do this smart ok” she said to the dog currently sitting at her feet only for the phone to ring out and her to rush at it almost dropping it  as she hit the answer button . 

“ hey baby” god even his voice made her insides melt. 

“ jake i missed you so much “ she almost cried she was so happy to finally see and hear him . 

“ i missed you too hows baby” he asked nervously. 

“Growing and currently kicking my ass i mean of course they would given they’re half you , look ” she giggled holding the sonograms up . “ i sent some in care package so you’ll get to see it for yourself  i asked them kept gender surprise til your home so we will get to see it together “ she cooed. 

“ darling …. Tell me something and tell me truth” he asked his eyes coming closer. 

“ anything ask away “ she smiled sweetly. 

“ why is there a dog sitting beside you “ he asked wondering if weeks at sea was making him see things only for her to see peanut was in fact sitting beside her . 

“ well long story short , we were shopping for the care packages and well the guys went to soon store while i wanted to chill out on bench this douche was kicking him and then he called me chubby like dude looked like he was carrying quads anyways after fat shaming and threats boom free dog isn’t he a cutie” she cooed. 

“ darling don’t those eat babies” he whispered . 

“ oh my god your like the shelters … jake seresin are you dog racist” she gasped .

“ dog racist?”. 

“ these dogs are sweethearts it media and dumb ass idiots that make them like monster but peanut is a sweetheart better then the chihuahua in his daycare i think that dog hates me” she winced.

“ dog daycare darling how long is he there?” he chuckled.

“ oh like two weeks , we watch golden girls with miss wilson too  she knitted him a  little cardigan he’s still skinny as hell but he’s coming along greatly” she smiled softly kissing the dogs head. 

“Well i guess i can’t wait to meet him and tell rooster we have a dog now,” he chuckled 

The two chatted trying to fit in everything in the limited amount of time before he had to say goodbye only now peanut was added in to which confused the hell why the phone was talking to him but still wagged his little tail . when the call did end he got up in her lap and licked away the tears that fell down her cheek. 

“thank fuck you're here” she smiled sadly hugging him closely to her.  Only two more months to go before jake was home . 

part 12

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If they had kids, part 6

Nico I feel like is just very calm around the kids.

His gay ass would 100% tell the other moms at his mommy and me meet ups (yes he goes to those, and yes he’s the only dad.) that he has postpartum depression.

He didn’t sleep for the first year after adopting, the crying!!!!

He told Will on week one “text time we get a big kid that doesn’t shit themselves and can talk”

He loves the baby, truly but he does hate the sleepless nights and diapers

And he is the dad that spends most time at home, because Will works a lot.

When it comes to punishing, I think Nico would if it’s very light and he just wants them to realize that what they’re doing is kind of stupid. It would be like a snack upon head not something painful or abusive it would not hurt. It probably wouldn’t even be. It’s more like pushing the back of their head just very slightly. Like you would see in Disney movies or you’d do to your friend when they say or do something they shouldn’t. You would also be the type he wouldn’t really have a conversation or scolded them. He would more so just give them the scariest stare ever until they themselves realize what they’re doing is wrong. Maybe time out or taking away privileges.

He’s from the fourties’.

He thinks it’s normal.

He also smokes like a train and, being from the fourties’ and Italian, Nico lets the kids take puffs of his cigarettes!

When they’re like 10, 11, 12- idk.

He’s “training” them.

……

Will hates it, obviously.

He’s always making Italian food, they are only not eating Italian food if they eat out.

I feel like his teenager has to explain whatever is new and modern now.

“No, dad, Skibity is a—“

Technically if we’re going by when the books came out, Nico grew up with the millennials and his kids would be gen alpha.

He’s always confused.

He looks 30– is 95.

Nico D’Angelo as a parent, especially because I see Will as big shot impressive doctor when they grow up and he will provide for their family a lot and bring a lot of money, but I don’t think he spends a lot of time at home.

To make up for that, Nico is always at home. He’s a soccer mom. He takes his kids to all of their sports events. He goes to every bake sale. he picks them up. They’ve never gone on the bus. They’ve never walked home in high school even on the last day of senior year. Nico will be there to pick up his kids. The stay at home daddy. His husband pays for everything he doesn’t need to go out and work. He’s a rich boy. He’s got Hades money. He’s got Will money.

He will spoil his kids with whatever fancy dining they want whatever ice cream they want whatever toy they want whatever car they want and he’s always with them.

I’m 100% sure that in the first few months of having an infant, he went to Mommy and me meetings for women recovering from pregnancy with infants, even though he’s not a woman and he was never pregnant, and he doesn’t have a wife, nor did he get a surrogate.

because he wasn’t gonna do anything else why not hang out either with suburban, white women and their babies .

They all live in the same rich neighborhood and now they’re friends. I mean new parents need community independent of what your genitalia is.

If he’s not with his kids his with these bitches. He is the suburban mom stereotype!!!

He drinks wine with them and shit talks: other moms, men in general, the teachers. He has become a gossiping rich wife.

@lucius-i-ran they kinda added on,

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GIVE US THE NEXT PART RNNN

Daddy's Boy-Part 11

warnings: allusions to sex/baby making

“Timothée, do you take y/n to be your wife?” asked the preacher looking at the young man to his right.

“Yes.” Timmy smiled, “I do.” He gave your hands the sweetest squeeze, he was fidgety, shifting on his feet. You knew all he wanted was to kiss you, and to have this thing be over with so he could call you his wife, finally.

“And, y/n, do you take Timothée-"

“I do.” you blurted out. You didn’t even register the words as they came out of your mouth before the preacher had even finished his question.

Timmy grinned and let out a laugh, as did your wedding guests, even the preacher had a chuckle. You blushed, feeling a little embarrassed in front of all of your family and friends, but you looked into Timmy's eyes, and you were grounded back into him and this wonderful moment.

“Well alright then,” said the preacher, “Timothée, you may kiss your bride.”

Your boy wasted no time and pulled you into the most tender of kisses. You rested your hands on his face as his warm touch was on your hips. He pulled away from the kiss, put his forehead in yours, “I love you, wife.”

“I now present to you, the new Mr. and Mrs. Chalamet." the preacher said loudly, followed by a mass of applause.

.......

That weekend, you and Timmy were set to leave for a brief honeymoon. You had told him that you didn't wish to go anywhere expensive or fancy at this time, you only wanted to go somewhere quiet and cozy so the two of you could enjoy spending time alone.

You opted for a nice cottage out in the countryside. Only a couple of hours from home, it would be the perfect getaway for you as newlyweds.

"So, are we going to tell him about the baby before we leave?" Timmy asked you as you were settling into bed the night before your trip.

"No, I'm thinking we should wait until we have a sonogram photo to show him. He'll be more excited seeing what is in my belly rather than us just telling him, you know?"

"Yeah, I get that. He'll definitely understand that there's a real baby in there." he said, laying down in bed with you and pulling you close. He rested his hand on your stomach. "Is it okay if I touch your belly, like all the time?"

"Yes." you kissed his cheek as your heart fluttered, "It is perfectly fine. I want you to feel close to our baby."

Timmy hummed happily, kissing your lips in return, ""You're gonna make me a daddy again. I love you so much." he brushed his nose against yours, and his curls tickled your face. "I can't wait to make love for three days straight." he smirked, "I hope you're ready, wife."

You giggled, caressing his jaw with your fingers, "I love you too, husband. Let's hope morning sickness doesn't kick in for me while we are away."

"Aw, I don't want it to happen to you at all, I hate it when you don't feel good." Timmy pouted and put his hand to your cheek.

"I didn't have much sickness when I was pregnant with Theo, so hopefully this time around it will be the same."

"If you didn't get sick, then how did you know you were pregnant with him?" Timmy asked.

"Well, my I missed my period, and my boobs were super sore."

"Hmm, well if your boobs start to hurt this time around, just let me know and I'll massage them for you." he grinned.

"I bet you would." you giggled, kissed him one last time, then said, "Okay, time for sleep, we have a bit of a drive tomorrow, Chalamet." You then settled down onto your pillow and pulled the blanket over yourself.

"Alright, goodnight, Chalamet." Timmy replied, laying down and snuggling you.

…..

“But who am I gonna play basketball with while you’re gone Dad?” you heard your five-year-old whine to Timmy as you carried your luggage out of the bedroom.

“It’s only three days, buddy. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Three days is a long time!" Theo grumbled.

You handed your bag over to your husband, giving him a look that said, ‘I’ve got this.’

Timmy gave you a wink, then picked up all of your bags to take them out to the car.

“Listen, young man,” you began, kneeling down to your boy’s level, “I know you’ll miss Daddy-"

“I’ll miss you too, Mommy.” he said, interrupting you.

You smiled, “Thank you. I was about to say that when Dad and I get back from our trip, Mommy has to go to the doctor.”

“Why? Are you sick?”

“No, no. It’s nothing like that. But if all goes well, we will have some really good news to share with you.”

Theo smiled, “Okay, I hope the doctors say good things. And don’t be scared of the doctor Mom, they are there to take care of you. Just like Daddy says.”

“That’s exactly right. So, I’m not afraid.” you agreed, kissing his forehead, “I love you, my boy. See you in three days, and be good for grandma and grandpa, okay?”

Theo nodded, “Okay. I love you, Mommy.”

As you hugged your son, you noticed Timmy come back inside. “I’m gonna go to the car. Say goodbye to Daddy so we can get going, alright?” you said to Theo, and he nodded again, understanding that the time had come to let his parents leave.

You walked away toward the door, stopping to watch Timmy pick Theo up in a warm hug. “I love you. We will FaceTime every day, okay?” Timmy said.

It was a little silly to get out of sorts over three days apart. But you realized that this would be the longest they had ever been separated, so it was big adjustment for both of them. They were father and son, but also best friends and absolutely inseparable.

........

You stopped at a convenience store for some drinks and snacks for the two-hour road trip, and Timmy started driving.

"I love Theo to death but I'm glad to have some time away with you." Timmy admitted, keeping one hand on the wheel and placing the other on your thigh.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a great time. I'm ready to just sit and relax." you added, putting your hand on top of his as you both watched the road ahead.

"I"m not gonna let you relax too much, though. If you weren't already pregnant now, you would be impregnated on this honeymoon." he said, and you smirked to yourself as you noticed his cheeky grin in the rearview mirror above your heads.

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[pagingdoctorcarter]

logged onto my old tumblr, did the whole remember my password, to say the same thing as that other anon. I’m blown away, the pregnant Anna chapters make me sob, it almost reads like she’s in this state of dissociation. Like she stays in Chicago even though all rational thinking points to her returning to Philadelphia and she enters this beautiful gritty relationship with John where she slowly makes efforts to integrate into his life and let go of her own biases. And then the addiction, the moment after she tells him she’s pregnant while she thinks everything is going so well *sobs*! She probably thinks she’s cursed with her track record, and suddenly she goes from having a family with her long term boyfriend to pregnant, alone and having to decide whether she wants to support John through his recovery. Even after she said everything about him not coming home, when he finally was discharged it was almost a no-brainer that’d he’d come home (to her, Anna, girl you need to COMMUNICATE) to their house in Chicago.

I do guess that a reason why she’s so tough is not just because of her crowded, poor upbringing but also because she stayed with Max for so long and had to endure his relapses. She does have scars but it’s so heartbreaking that even though she’s pregnant and alone, even though almost all the rationality points to her, returning to Philadelphia, where she has a support system (family) she stays and instead places roots in Chicago (buying the house). Maybe it’s not the most rational decision but it almost feels like it’s not an option to leave John because we all know (and she knows) he’d make such a fantastic father (his heart is so big and he’s so selfless) and it’s honestly so sad we never got to see it in the show.

Man I just want them to COMMUNICATE! John is so defensive and traumatized (literally was assaulted, watched someone die, is in chronic pain) and Anna, I feel kinda glazes over just everything he’s been through (his assault, watching Lucy die, being in so much chronic pain) but that’s also not her fault because he just doesn’t talk about it and she’s dealing with so much else!! I just feel like when all the gloves come off, they can finally see each other. (Her throwing the cabbie the $20, made me cry why doesn’t he SEE that)

You have awoken me from my fanfic slumber lol thanks much love, i’m going to obsess over this fic for the next month (at least)

Well, you've really gone and done it now.

This was the comment that put me over the edge, and pushed me to dedicate my entire day to finishing the next chapter, that made me go back and check, and double check the things I'm trying to say.

So, here you go. I hope (I do hope) you're happy!

The Most Certain Way Chapter 11 Everybody Wants to Build

This chapter, I gleefully dedicate to you, and your sibling anons who came before and swept in with kind words of inspiration.

And noooow, I'm gonna be self-indulgent, and patter a bit with you about Anna.

"it almost reads like she’s in this state of dissociation."

Yes! I feel like she's someone who has a clear idea of herself, but once she's tested she finds out that she's not as certain as she imagined. She's not as in touch with her emotions as she expects. We see this, I think, in the show when she struggles to deal with abortion, and when she takes the revelation of Carter's wealth so personally.

And so for this, for such a big decision, I thought, well, maybe the shocking reality of his near-death experience was just as revelatory for her. And she suddenly comprehends how deeply invested she is in this, in him, and she can choose now, whether or not to commit to it consciously, or whether to cut and run.

But she's an only daughter. An eldest child. She stayed with Max for a long time. She's the only person who calls Carter out and holds him to it. She's stubborn. She's not a quitter. Even when, logically, it might seem that she should be. And I think the fact that she understood so late what she'd actually chosen makes her feel like it's not a fair shot until she's applied herself to it with intention. You know?

But that disassociation follows her, because there's just SO much. And she's trying to be present. And she's trying to adapt to the idea of motherhood at the same time as she's trying to navigate the horrible sense of deja vu of being back in a relationship that, like you pointed out, is essentially, on paper, the same one she JUST convinced herself she was finally out of. I think that detachment is her go to method of self-defence. She's not used to self-analysis, so it's just easier...not to.

And Carter, for all his wonderful traits, really demands a lot of insight, partly because he's bad at communicating, but also partly because he's so self-conscious (even if he's not particularly insightful about that awareness) that it dictates so many of his actions and his responses. He feels EVERYTHING, while Anna is used to feeling nothing...

(to her, Anna, girl you need to COMMUNICATE)

LOL. Facts. In her mind, she just said "tonight" and then, you know, a hundred days later she's like, "okay, well, that was...not what I meant."

And of course, for him, he's like, "tonight = forever. obviously"

They're both stupid. I love them.

Maybe it’s not the most rational decision but it almost feels like it’s not an option to leave John because we all know (and she knows) he’d make such a fantastic father

AND THIS IS IT, right? This is the thing. She doesn't leave because despite all her pragmatism, despite all her emotional detachment, and her inarticulate, and clumsy attempts at whimsy, I think, deep down, she wants romance. She wants that prince. She wants someone who brings her flowers, and thinks she's something magical, and special, and sees in her something that she can't see in herself, but really wishes she could. She grew up with seven brothers. She wants someone who looks at her like she's something special.

And, for his part, Carter needs someone who also thinks he's special, but because he's just himself. His perception of his identity is SO tied up with his family (I mean, he literally goes by exclusively his last name), but Anna sees him and makes him accountable to himself. She grounds him in a very real, and pragmatic way. It's not the image he has in his head, necessarily. But it's something actually real and substantial.

John is so defensive and traumatized

Which, of course, makes everything SO much harder.

Anna, I feel kinda glazes over just everything he’s been through

Doesn't want to push and make it worse. Doesn't want to force him into anything he doesn't want. Doesn't want to look too closely, and see that she's making the same mistakes all over again.

(Her throwing the cabbie the $20, made me cry why doesn’t he SEE that)

I LOVE so much that this hit for you. It's such a tiny thing, but it felt important to include it. From the first chapter, it's never really been about the money. Just each other.

ANYWAY, thank you. I hope you enjoy the next chapter, and I'm glad I awoke you from your sleep.

[lumiolivier]

Bless This House

Day 11 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Omegaverse

Word Count: 720

It's like Three's Company, but one of them can get super pregnant.

It had been almost a year since Light, Misa, and L had moved in together.  Their cozy little pack in their cozy little den.  All was just the way it was meant to be.  Even though both L and Light went a little crazy over Misa sometimes.  Her scent was incredible.  Like lilacs and lavender and a little bit of vanilla.  Intoxicating.  But nothing but the best from their alpha.  But all that changed when the beta and the omega got a little…handsy one night.

Misa had gone out for the night with her own omega.  And she knew that one day, she’d have to leave her pack, her family, to start a whole new one with Kiyomi, but for the time being, she loved having her boys around.  They were simple.  The way they’d still take care of her.  The way they made little passes at each other.  The way they would get super close at night while they were all watching a movie.  The way they’d look at each other like they hung the moon just for them…Misa knew she was an idiot.  She knew she was always going to be the third wheel with those two.  What she had kept to herself the night she went out?  The resident omega was in heat.

And a couple weeks later, L woke up early one morning to hear retching sounds in the bathroom.  Of course, being the concerned sweetheart he was, he got up to investigate.  If the smells coming from the hurling weren’t strong enough, the ones coming off Light were like a punch to the face, “Light?  Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Light scoffed, gripping the edges of the toilet tighter while another round of puking ensued, “Just.  Fucking.  Super.”

“What’s wrong?” L sat at the edge of their bathtub.

“I…” Light felt it, too.  Not just him throwing up.  He felt different.  Sure, he had been through heat a million times before, but heat never felt like this.  He felt a strange connection that he never felt before.  And not just with L.  Of course, they’d never tell Misa, but L and Light had exchanged mating bites two months ago. 

“What smells like something died?” Misa came in, gagging a bit.

“Misa,” L didn’t care if she was an alpha and he was just a beta.  He was going to protect his omega with his whole heart.  With his life, if he had to. 

“Oh…” Misa backed off, noticing the scene playing out in the bathroom.  And that’s when it hit her.  Granted, when her health classes in school were explaining how alphas, betas, and omegas were different, she was always lumped in with the omegas.  But it gave her a competitive edge with any of the other alphas.  She knew how to take care of omegas better than any alpha.  Even if it wasn’t her own, “OH!  OH, SHIT!”

“What?” L started to sweat a bit, “What is it?”

“Nothing!” she sang, already on her way out, “I’m going back to bed.  Good night!”

“Light?” L noticed the shift in Light’s scent.  From the bile that came out of Light’s throat to something much gentler.  Something warmer.  Like a hint of iron mixed with a wood fire, “Are you sure you’re going to be ok?”

“I don’t know,” Light’s hand went down to his stomach while L’s went to his forehead.  The nice, cool skin to skin contact put Light in a much better place, “But I suppose we’ll find that out soon enough.”

“Hold on,” L started to piece things together, “Light…?”

“Yeah?” Light rested his head on the inside of L’s thigh, content with the world.  He knew.  He knew exactly what this was.  And whether it was because it had yet to fully sink in or if it was what he secretly wanted all along, everything would be ok.

“Come on,” L helped him up from the floor, “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“Ok,” Light held himself against the sink, waiting for the dizziness to go away, “Hey…L?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you a favor?” Light steadied himself on L’s arm.

“Of course.  What is it?”

Light laid his head on L’s shoulder, “Can you make me a nest?”

“Just for you?” L held back a smile, “Or for both of you?”

[ramenwritesss]

YOU GUYS, I COMPLETELY FORGIT ABT THIS AU, SHOULD I WRITE IT? (It’s a Harry Potter AU and I found some notes that I wrote down. I’m gonna change some of it but STILL)

Something I wanted to make clear, Miss Kathy, the librarian, is a character I added in memory of my grandmother. My grandmother loved Harry Potter with all of her heart as it was something her and my grandfather used to read together. Her name was Kathy with a K and I thought that if I was going to add a librarian, it has to be her! So I get to share a little bit of my grandmother with you guys as the characters attitude, humor, personality, and description is exactly like my grandmother (or as close as I could get) 

Kathy J. 1952 - 2021 (She would have been 73 this year)

Overview/information

Ponyboy lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma, but he lives on a street called privet drive.

He’s not being abused by anyone, and everyone in the gang is aged up. Not only that, this is set in 1991 so Ponyboy was born in 1980, let me put the gangs ages and birthdays rq

Darry - 28, January 21st, 1963

Two-bit - 27, April 1st 1964

Dallas - 26, November 4th, 1965

Steve - 25, December 6th, 1966

Sodapop - 25, October 8th, 1966

Johnny - 24, March 1st, 1967

Pony - 11, July 22nd, 1980

The reason for the age gap between Ponyboy and his brothers is because after Sodapop, the Curtis parents were told they couldn’t have anymore children. Sodapop and Darry always wanted another little brother but were told by their parents they just couldn’t have one.

So when Mrs. Curtis got pregnant a few months before Darry’s 17th birthday, Everyone, including the gang, were very excited, especially Sodapop.

One day, Ponyboy and his parents went to the grocery store, but in their way back got in a car accident and died…well, that’s what it looked like, at least. Voldemort actually tried to kill Ponyboy but ended up failing. (Que the boy who lived!)

Ponyboys parents did know about the wizarding world, their great grandparents were very rich witches and wizards. But after an incident, a curse was put on the family so no Wizard could be born into the family again, until Ponyboy came along.

No, Sodapop and Darry aren’t wizards, they didn’t even know about the wizarding world until now. 

Darry was able to get custody of both Ponyboy and Sodapop (Sodapop would have been 15 and Ponyboy would have been 1) 

And just so you don’t have to do the math, Darry was 17, Two-bit was 16, Dallas was 15, Steve was 14, Sodapop was 14, and Johnny was 13 when Ponyboy was born.

Yes, Ponyboy has the scar and glasses.

Now, this is my AU so I’m making Ron the youngest because I wholeheartedly hate Ginny with all of my being.

Now, Ron is still gonna end up with Hermione, Neville with Luna, Draco with Pansy, but I want Ponyboy to end up with a boy. Like, he will still kiss Cho, but that’s like, his gay awakening, you catch my drift

(I, personally, am Bi, so I wanna add some LGBTQ element in the story, so why not make it the main love focus?)

I was thinking he could end up with Dean Thomas or Seamus Finigin, maybe even Cormac Laggin or Collin Creevy. Or I could make up a character but I prefer not to add Ocs, so if you guys have any ideas on who he should end up with, let me know.

It needs to be someone that can replace Ginny, but not be apart of the Weasley family.

I’m not gonna give Darry or anyone in the gang a serious girlfriend or wife because I want the ENTIRE FOCUS on pony. I might keep Evie and Silvia, maybe even Cathy (M&Ms older sister from that was then this is now) as two’s girlfriend. But Sandy is gone and Johnny and Darry are single Pringles. 

I figured out the statistics for ponyboy and here they are

Patronus (won’t be important till later) - Pieball Mare (a horse lol)Companion - black and white spotted cat with black socks and a mustache (Green eyes) named Oreo (do you guys have a better name idea?)Wand - See chapter 2

Serious black is his Godfather, Lily Curtis and Darrel Curtis made sure of that 

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The Shunammite’s Son Restored to Life

8 One day Elisha went to Shunem. And a well-to-do woman was there, who urged him to stay for a meal. So whenever he came by, he stopped there to eat. 9 She said to her husband, “I know that this man who often comes our way is a holy man of God. 10 Let’s make a small room on the roof and put in it a bed and a table, a chair and a lamp for him. Then he can stay there whenever he comes to us.”

11 One day when Elisha came, he went up to his room and lay down there. 12 He said to his servant Gehazi, “Call the Shunammite.” So he called her, and she stood before him. 13 Elisha said to him, “Tell her, ‘You have gone to all this trouble for us. Now what can be done for you? Can we speak on your behalf to the king or the commander of the army?’”

She replied, “I have a home among my own people.”

14 “What can be done for her?” Elisha asked.

Gehazi said, “She has no son, and her husband is old.”

15 Then Elisha said, “Call her.” So he called her, and she stood in the doorway. 16 “About this time next year,” Elisha said, “you will hold a son in your arms.”

“No, my lord!” she objected. “Please, man of God, don’t mislead your servant!”

17 But the woman became pregnant, and the next year about that same time she gave birth to a son, just as Elisha had told her.

18 The child grew, and one day he went out to his father, who was with the reapers. 19 He said to his father, “My head! My head!”

His father told a servant, “Carry him to his mother.” 20 After the servant had lifted him up and carried him to his mother, the boy sat on her lap until noon, and then he died. 21 She went up and laid him on the bed of the man of God, then shut the door and went out.

22 She called her husband and said, “Please send me one of the servants and a donkey so I can go to the man of God quickly and return.”

23 “Why go to him today?” he asked. “It’s not the New Moon or the Sabbath.”

“That’s all right,” she said.

24 She saddled the donkey and said to her servant, “Lead on; don’t slow down for me unless I tell you.” 25 So she set out and came to the man of God at Mount Carmel.

When he saw her in the distance, the man of God said to his servant Gehazi, “Look! There’s the Shunammite! 26 Run to meet her and ask her, ‘Are you all right? Is your husband all right? Is your child all right?’”

“Everything is all right,” she said.

27 When she reached the man of God at the mountain, she took hold of his feet. Gehazi came over to push her away, but the man of God said, “Leave her alone! She is in bitter distress, but the Lord has hidden it from me and has not told me why.”

28 “Did I ask you for a son, my lord?” she said. “Didn’t I tell you, ‘Don’t raise my hopes’?”

29 Elisha said to Gehazi, “Tuck your cloak into your belt, take my staff in your hand and run. Don’t greet anyone you meet, and if anyone greets you, do not answer. Lay my staff on the boy’s face.”

30 But the child’s mother said, “As surely as the Lord lives and as you live, I will not leave you.” So he got up and followed her.

31 Gehazi went on ahead and laid the staff on the boy’s face, but there was no sound or response. So Gehazi went back to meet Elisha and told him, “The boy has not awakened.”

32 When Elisha reached the house, there was the boy lying dead on his couch. 33 He went in, shut the door on the two of them and prayed to the Lord. 34 Then he got on the bed and lay on the boy, mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes, hands to hands. As he stretched himself out on him, the boy’s body grew warm. 35 Elisha turned away and walked back and forth in the room and then got on the bed and stretched out on him once more. The boy sneezed seven times and opened his eyes.

36 Elisha summoned Gehazi and said, “Call the Shunammite.” And he did. When she came, he said, “Take your son.” 37 She came in, fell at his feet and bowed to the ground. Then she took her son and went out.

[separatist-apologist]

Still A Sunbeam

Summary: As a child, Elain Archeron is pushed into a pond by the heir to the Day Courts throne, Lucien Spell-Cleaver, and vows she'll never forgive him for it. But as an adult, Elain finds that if she wants out of an arranged marriage to a Spring Court prince, she will need Day Court's help. More is at stake than a decades-old rivalry, and when their home is threatened, Elain and Lucien will have to set aside old differences and work together

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I miss you, Elain thought to herself. Not that Lucien could hear her, though she liked to believe he felt the sentiment, all the same. Elain was exhausted by Autumn and she’d only been there a day. There were too many people with too many hidden agendas. And Arina, who should have been her ally, was only around when she had to be. Whatever she was doing, wherever she’d gone, Elain wasn’t privy to that information. 

And it wasn’t with Eris, given both Eris and Elain were sitting in this meeting room waiting on the High Lord. Arina was nowhere to be found. What could she possibly be doing? Maybe Elain didn’t want to know, especially if Eris didn’t. His drumming fingers betrayed him, even as his face remained impassive. Bored, even, listening to Tarquin needle Atticus simply because he could. Atticus was trying to embody Eris’s cool demeanor but snapped his teeth anytime Tarquin insinuated one of his brothers might be better suited for the throne.

Elain didn’t dare look too closely at the eldest Spring royal lest he think she agreed. Elain didn’t, and knew if Atticus didn’t get the throne, it was likely to fall to Killain. The Mother only knew what might happen if that came to pass—she’d never see Day again, which she was certain of, if nothing else.

Killain would have her married and pregnant before Lucien could take a breath. So Elain sat close to Viviane, wishing it was Arina on her other side and not Cadmus, who’d been permitted to join though his voice and vote were worth nothing with Eris present. 

There was a bang, and then the High Lord appeared…with Arina, just behind. Grinning like a fool, her hair strangely tousled. Eris’s eyes widened, though that was the only proof he cared at all—but Elain looked at Viviane, somehow paler than normal, her disgust plain.

There was no way, and yet the implications…

Elain’s stomach twisted. Arina wouldn’t. She wouldn’t. 

Beron glanced at the table, realizing he was sitting among emissaries and not High Lords like himself. Brown eyes slithered back to Arina, who blushed as she plopped down beside Eris, too casual for anyone to think he meant a thing to her. 

“I don’t have time for whatever asinine problems you have, boy,” Beron began, looking squarely at Atticus. “I don’t give a fuck about your brothers love life. Work it out with Eris.”

And then he was gone, not bothering to look back at any of them. The doors shuttered, leaving only ringing silence in their wake. Elain wanted to get up and go home, to drag Arina by her wrist and demand an answer. Eris, too, was just barely concealing his rage as he turned to Atticus with steepled fingers hovering against his lips.

“Well?” he asked in a deadly voice. 

Atticus slammed his hand on the table. “I don’t want to talk to you—”

“Then send your worthless father,” Eris snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. “An audience with the High Lord isn’t for the rabble.”

Eris’s eyes slid toward Arina, who was paying him no attention at all. 

“This is about Feyre,” Elain tried, forcing Eris to look at her rather than the mate he very obviously believed had done something with his father. “I was told she sent a letter stating she didn’t want to return—”

“Under the influence of daemati, which makes it useless. But how lovely to see your education in Day Court is paying off,” Atticus sneered. “I wonder what Spell-Cleaver is teaching you outside of his mattress—”

“If this is your way of winning allies, I’d love to see how you make enemies,” Tarquin interrupted dryly. 

“Rhysand’s reputation speaks for itself—”

“How did she arrive in the Night Court?” Viviane demanded as Elain smarted from Atticus’s insinuation. It wasn’t that he’d announced to the table she was sleeping with Lucien, but his scathing condemnation that she was stupid that hurt her. “Was she kidnapped?”

Atticus’s face darkened to a rather ugly shade of maroon. Even Eris watched, ignoring Arina who, to her credit, also seemed interested in the answer as she finger combed her blonde hair. 

“She winnowed.”

“To Night?” Cadmus interrupted, clearly surprised. “And she wasn’t obliterated?”

“It would seem not,” Atticus grit out.

“So…a female from your court fled an engagement her family arranged for her, was given sanctuary by the royal family of the Night Court…and sent a letter breaking off the engagement? Is that right?” Tarquin asked, suppressing an obvious smile. 

“We have laws—”

“She didn’t accept the proposal, by the sounds of it,” Elain snapped, wanting to repay Atticus for calling her dumb. “So no law applies to her.”

“Glad we settled that,” Eris said, rising from his chair so violently it tipped behind him. “Get the fuck out of my home.”

“I’m not done with this!” Atticus retorted, also standing to face off with the Autumn Court heir. While flame wreathed Eris’s forehead like a flaming crown, sharp talons dug into the wood table while his canines elongated.

Between them, Tarquin sighed. Raising one hand with immense boredom, they both hit their knees, hands flying to their throat as Tarquin revealed the power simmering in his veins. It was the sort that Lucien had suspected he had—the kind that would convince his cousin to make him Prince of Adriata, hoping it would tide him over. 

It was the magic of an heir. Water bubbled from their lips, foamy like the sea. Tarquin released them both when Viviane clicked her teeth in frustration. “Can we have one meeting that doesn’t devolve into pointless posturing? Lucien Spell-Cleaver has gone to meet with Feyre Archeron. If she’s under Rhysand’s control, he’ll know.”

“I can’t trust—” Atticus tried, his voice cut off in a violent, choking cough. Eris braced himself against the table, gulping down a loud breath of air. Beside him, Arina had gone ashen, green eyes betraying her concern. 

“You want war,” Tarquin said, standing with the lazy grace borne of his position. “I have to wonder if your concern is about Feyre at all.”

If looks could kill, Tarquin would have been dead. Viviane, too, rose to her feet while Cadmus offered Elain a hand and a look that said he wanted to talk privately. He’d have to wait, because all Elain wanted was to speak with Arina. 

“If it was someone from your court, you’d feel differently,” Atticus bit out. “I’ll wait for Spell-Cleaver’s report…but I know he’s going to side with the solar court. They’ve been hiding Night’s secrets for centuries.”

“If you’re so set on your course, why bother calling us at all?” Viviane snapped. 

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand—”

“Careful, prince,” Viviane hissed, eyes flashing. “Some of us earned our titles through blood and steel.”

“That’s enough,” Eris gasped, pointing at the door. “Get the fuck out!”

The magic in his words ribboned around them, raking down their senses and forcing them to obey him. 

Elain caught Arina in the hall, wrapping her fingers tight around her friends wrist. “Stay,” Cadmus murmured, passing the two of them. “Go home in the morning with everyone else. He’s in a mood.”

Arina didn’t respond and Elain didn’t dare. Neither said a word as they made their way through the winding corridors of Autumn, led by one of the princes. Cadmus was also silent, though he cast several curious glances in Arina’s direction, clearly wondering what was going on with his father. 

Once they were shut tight in Elain’s room, she hissed, “What are you doing?”

Arina didn’t bother to look ashamed. “What I came to do.”

“Which is what, exactly?” Elain demanded, the accusation hanging thick between them. Was Elain truly defending Eris? 

Yes, she decided. Because Eris had always come to her aid, even when she hadn’t asked him for it. And the thought of her friend being so openly cruel was the worst thing Elain could possibly imagine in any scenario. She liked to think she knew Arina well enough to know that someone like Beron Vanserra would repulse her. They’d spent the night together outside the palace when Arina had learned Eris was her mate, hadn’t they? And that had been based on her perception he was just as awful as his father.

If she wanted to punish Eris, she could have slept with Lucien. She could have picked one of his brothers in Autumn who wouldn’t have known. Hell, Arina could have married someone from Day Court and had twenty babies if she truly wanted to punish Eris.

“Don’t worry about it,” Arina said, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Just…meet me outside my bedroom at midnight, okay? And I’ll explain everything. I’m not…it’s not what it looks like.”

“What have you gotten yourself into, Arina?” Elain whispered. “Let’s just go home now. Tonight—we can stay in the city, we can have a drink—”

“I can’t, Elain,” Arina said, shaking her head. “I’ve already begun…and I can’t stop. I won’t stop. Just…just promise you’ll meet me?”

“If you’re in trouble—”

“I’m not,” Arina said with a fierceness that took Elain aback. “I’m fine. I’m doing what I came to do, and all I need is for you to meet me outside my bedroom at midnight. You don’t need to know anything else. Can you do that or not, Elain?”

“I can do that,” she whispered, hiding the tremble in her voice. Arina threw her arms around Elain, shaking softly from whatever she had planned. Something horrible, then—and maybe she was going to seduce Beron to free Eris. Or something equally awful. Elain could see a scenario like that playing out. 

“Be careful,” Elain whispered into Arina’s hair. That was that. Arina vanished in a whirlwind of light and air, all but floating on whatever breeze carried her. It left Elain with nothing to do but pace the little room she’d been given, heart racing through the million scenarios she was imagining, each worse than the last.

She was just going to talk to Arina. Was going to plead, and maybe cry, until Arina abandoned whatever plan she had and went home with her. That had always worked on Nesta, who was made of iron. Arina was far softer, so Elain assumed it would be easier on her.

Going to her door, Elain had her bag packed and slung over her arm. She was buzzing with excitement, ready to see Lucien again, to be home. She hadn’t realized how much she missed Rhodes, how she’d come to think of the Sun Palace as her home and the place she felt safe until she was trapped in Autumn.

“Killian,” Elain breathed, freezing at the sight of the Spring Court prince staring down at her with blazing green eyes. He looked from her to her bag, some shadows darkening his features for only a moment.

“You’re leaving.” It wasn’t a question, and still she answered it with a nod of her head. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She didn’t dare admit to him that Elain wanted to go home. “Eris told everyone to leave,” she whispered, taking a step back as he stepped in, effectively trapping her in that room. Elain would have to be clever to put her back at the door, to be able to outrun him and find Cadmus or Tanwen or Conall—someone who would get her out before she was dragged back to Spring. 

“Why not leave with Atticus?”

“You know—”

“I don’t know enough about you, it seems. All I hear are rumors,” he whispered, taking another step toward her. He was going to trap her against a wall, an intolerable prospect. If he got too close, he was going to scent her bond and Elain was terrified of him learning about it without Lucien present. 

Instead of moving backwards, Elain moved to the side. Killian tracked the movement, reaching for the post of her bed. She was closer to the door than before, with enough distance and furniture between them that if she lunged, she’d beat him. 

“Rumors are hardly truth,” she replied, refusing to back down now. She had her deal with Amera which couldn’t be broken without grave consequences, she reminded herself. Killian wouldn’t care, and if pressed, she knew the Lady of Day would rescind it to keep Elain safe. 

Killian swallowed hard. “You’re supposed to be my wife.”

“We never agreed to that,” she reminded him, straightening her spine. She wasn’t in Spring, and he’d never asked. And even if he did, Elain would say no. She saw him realize it right then, the recognition flashing over his face. That he’d made all these future plans on her behalf without ever considering if she wanted it or not. To Killian, it was just a given that of course she would. Females had been falling at his feet since he was a boy. Surely she would, too. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” he whispered as Elain inched closer to the door. 

“If I wanted to marry you…surely you’d know it,” she replied, letting coldness creep into her voice. Only a little, and only because she was in Autumn and could see the sneering smiles of the Vanserras like phantoms in her mind. 

“So you have fucked Spell-Cleaver,” he snarled, taking a step toward her with purpose. Like he was going to grab her. Elain threw up her hand, finger pointed in the air to stop him.

“Have you been celibate?” she snapped furiously. “Even after you decided I had to be your wife, have you been faithful—”

“It’s different for you. You are mine—”

“I belong only to myself!” she retorted hotly, so angry she could barely contain it. Tears blurred at the corner of her eyes, threatening to undermine her if she couldn’t keep them in check. “I have never been yours and I never will be yours!”

Her hand was on the door knob behind her when he caught her, bracing his own hands against the wood unaware she was so close to escape. “You are going to be my wife, Elain. Your father has already agreed—”

“Well I do not!” she dared to say, a tear sliding down her cheek. Of course her parents would think this was what she wanted. Had she ever given them any reason to doubt her? She’d never dared to speak against this match, had been too much of a coward to stand up for herself. Instead, Elain had fled to Day Court and concocted a scheme where she’d never have to confront Killian and could just run forever.

Killian lowered his face, nostrils flaring. “You will, Elain. You’re simply confused…he’s gotten in your head—”

“Like Rhysand has done with Feyre? Will you wage war to get me back, too?”

“You won’t let it come to that,” Killian said with confidence, lips brushing her cheek. Elain shoved as his eyes widened, a flash of…of something sparking in his gaze. Something she didn’t want to admit to—not yet. 

She was out of the door before he could stop her, bag still slung across her chest. She’d be early to Arina by a good thirty minutes and she didn’t care. Not when Killian’s furious bellow behind her, roaring her name loudly enough she was certain at least one of the Vanserra’s would have heard, reverberated off the ceiling.

Time to go, she decided. She intended to tell Helion it was all a sham, a bid for control and to, perhaps, remove a High Lord they’d long feuded with under the guise of a stolen female. There was nothing Feyre could do to prove she wasn’t under Rhysand’s control, besides. They’d never take her at her word and Elain very much doubted they’d take Lucien’s word as truth, either.

Especially not now. Not after Elain had practically confirmed she was sleeping with him.

Hilarious, given that was true, just not the way Killian was imagining. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Eris Vanserra’s rough, furious voice pulled Elain from her thoughts as she barreled into him at the top of the stairs. She would have bet everything she owned that he, too, was going to see Arina when he became sidetracked by Killian.

“I need to go home and so does Arina,” Elain told him, pulling out of his grasp to head for the door at the far end of the corridor. Eris was just behind her, breathing hard. “Back to Day Court.”

Elain yanked open the door, expecting to find her friend sitting in a chair or laying in bed. And Arina was in bed, pinned at the throat by the shirtless High Lord who had a gaping, but healing wound at his side. Blood dripped from his pale skin to the wood floor beneath him, though it was the smell of charred flesh that sent Elain’s heart racing. 

Beron Vanserra turned when the door opened, though the flame wreathing his hand didn’t abate. Eris pushed past Elain, who found the ash tipped dagger Arina must have attempted to use, laying bloodied just behind Beron—as if he’d tossed it. Eris was too focused on his mate, who was going to die here for the crime of trying to assassinate a High Lord, but Elain wasn’t. And judging by the look on Arina’s face and those blazing, defiant eyes, she’d expected this. 

Had she intended for Elain to finish what she’d started? 

“What are you doing?” Eris breathed, likely watching his world crumble in front of him. He couldn’t save her, and if Beron learned what she was, he’d realize why Arina wanted him dead. 

“The High Lord of Day thinks he can send an assassin,” Beron snarled, wrongly guessing Arina’s motivations. “I’ll send him nothing but ash in return.”

“Father—”

Beron said nothing, turning back to Arina who clawed at his hand. She couldn’t take him, though, her own magic choked alongside her ability to breathe. No one paid Elain any attention, even when she knelt for that dagger and held it loosely at her side. Nor did Eris or Beron noticed Elain come closer and closer, still arguing about Arina as Eris practically pleaded with his father to let her go. 

Arina noticed, though. Eyes blazing as they demanded Elain do it. She couldn’t stop herself, not as her arm seemed to raise of its own accord and certainly not when she wrapped both hands around the cool, silver hilt and slammed it into the back of Beron Vanserra’s neck.

“Don’t you touch her,” she whispered as Beron jerked, his grip on Arina falling away. Eris’s eyes widened, shocked to see the end of that ash tipped dagger poking from his fathers neck. 

Breathing heavily, Eris stepped away from Arina to gently pry Elain’s hands from the dagger. She didn’t move as Eris, too, bent his mouth close to his fathers ear and whispered something no one heard him say. Beron’s breathing was too loud, choking on the blood filling his lungs. 

With a snarl, Eris twisted the dagger, spraying blood and sinew all over Elain. He wasn’t done, unconcerned with anyone or anything but ending the High Lord, twisting that dagger again and again until Beron’s head fell to the ground, landing in a wet plot at Eris’s feet.

The door behind them was wide open. Elain, soaked from her hair to her boots in the blood of a High Lord, turned her head, unsure what made her do so.

It was Killian, just on the other side.

And she was certain he’d seen her strike that first killing blow.

He was going to tell.

LUCIEN: 

Velaris was a marvel to Lucien. In all his wildest imaginings, he’d pictured Night like something from a horror book. People sobbing and screaming in the streets, bloodied from overseers who kept everyone in their respective places. Blood soaked streets and abject poverty save for only the wealthiest people had always factored into those imaginings. The Night Court did little to dissuade people from thinking so. 

The reality was far less interesting. Velaris was clean, and if it had a slum Lucien hadn’t seen it. Feyre had hardly given him a tour, though. She’d merely walked him down the same path he’d come in with Rhysand once he’d been half dropped, half flown to the ground. They’d gone to the Palace of Bone and Salt where an array of restaurants with cuisine from all over Prythian stood, their metal-wire tables half shaded under brightly colored awnings.

Feyre clearly had a favorite, which told Lucien she’d been here enough and tried enough of the restaurants and shops to not only form an opinion, but for the people who worked there to have formed an opinion on her as well. The owner themselves came out to greet Feyre warmly, all but fawning over the young princess.

Feyre’s cheeks blazed with heat, embarrassed at the attention though her sparkling eyes told Lucien she was happy for it, too. Lucien was curious about the Archerons. Elain rarely spoke of her family and when she did, it was mainly about the father she didn’t want to disappoint and the mother she was afraid to disappoint. Her sisters were merely an afterthought. 

This was his opportunity to get to know his mate better and perhaps make an ally among Elain’s family. 

“You seem to be fitting in,” Lucien said casually once a goblet of wine was set before him. Overhead, a cheerful sun speared light around them, though the mountain air had convinced him to change into trousers and a coat before he’d come down. Feyre picked at the long sleeve of her silver dress. 

“I like it here,” she told him, not daring to look him in the eyes. “I have a purpose and people talk to me.”

“Do they not back home?”

Feyre sighed. “Hasn’t Elain told you anything?”

He almost laughed, but didn’t dare. “Not about Spring,” he admitted, reclining back in his chair lazily. The sound of laughter coming from other tables floated like music around him, filling Lucien’s senses until he felt warm, buzzed on the easy joy that existed so effortlessly. No wonder his father liked Rhysand. Velaris was like the moodier, colder counterpart to warm, bright Rhodes. 

“That’s so like her,” Feyre grumbled. “I suppose she wouldn’t want you to know. Not everywhere is as progressive as the seasonal courts, which I assume you must know. Winter is trying now that Kallias is the High Lord, but even they lag behind the centuries Night, Dawn, and Day have had, and females suffer for it. We are supposed to be pretty and thoughtless and are considered on the merits of our ability to reproduce and suck cock, and nothing else.”

There was something so jarring about the forthright way Feyre spoke. She didn’t bother to mince words or soften things on his account. She merely said what she was thinking and Lucien liked it. There was no guesswork, no hidden meaning. 

“You don’t want children?” he dared to ask.

Feyre’s eyes darkened. “Of course I do. Someday. Of my own choosing. Males are given centuries to figure it out—to figure themselves out, to be messy and have fun but females are expected to remain chaste and pure and be married before they turn thirty. Surely you understand that, given your mothers predicament?”

Lucien’s smile flattened. Elains, too, not that he’d admit it. “And you have that choice here in Night?”

“Rhys gave me a job when I asked him for it, but I think if I’d wanted to just…do nothing…he would have supported it. He has friends who are females…friends he respects. It’s just different. You don’t understand because your culture is the same. But at home, if you didn’t want to participate in the marriage market, you were ostracized. I thought Tamlin was my friend.”

Lucien tried to imagine what that would be like—to have a friend you thought that understood you, only to find out all they really wanted was romance. He’d never experienced anything like it, though judging from the look of genuine distress on Feyre’s expression, he imagined it had been her final straw with him. 

“Has Elain told you about Killain?” Feyre questioned, resting her elbows on the table.

“Yes,” he gritted out. “I am well acquainted with him.”

“It should have been Nesta, you know. Nesta and Killain—that's what everyone thought for a long time…and then it was Elain. She was beautiful even as a child and everyone knew she’d only get more lovely as she aged. And Killian went to our father and asked for Elain instead, when it should have been Nesta. That’s why Nesta got to come, you know. He spurned her and everyone just assumed there was something wrong with her so no one wanted her. Send her to the priestesses then, right? Mother wants a High Lord for Nesta, so Atticus would have been the better choice, but he’s cruel and he’s cold…so perhaps Nesta and Rhys, they said.”

Feyre laughed with a hint of bitterness that betrayed her feelings.

“You don’t approve?”

Feyre shrugged, a defensive movement to his carefully trained eyes. “They hate each other, so it doesn’t matter. Just barely get along even in the best circumstances. I don’t think I need to be worried. Rhys’s father gets final say on who he marries, anyway, so I think Nesta is safe.”

“What’s the bad blood between those two, anyway?”

“The High Lords?” Feyre asked, drumming her fingers on the table. “A difference in ideologies, I suppose. They fought opposite each other in the first war with Hybern.” 

Lucien knew that, of course. It had been the solar courts supporting the humans and the seasonal courts fighting to keep them, with only Autumn refusing to take a side until Hybern invaded. That war had transpired before any of them were born—though Lucien’s father had been a prince, then, and had fought on behalf of liberating the humans, along with enforcing the treaty that freed them and built the wall. It had long been a point of contention, especially between those who’d been alive to fight it. Night and Spring and Autumn still had the same long-lived High Lords who remembered the brutal fighting, which was still a source of tension. Lucien knew Beron still partly blamed Spring for allowing Hybern in, which had caused wide-spread burning, pillaging, and abuses against the people of Autumn. It had been Day who had rescued them, and perhaps had it not been for Beron’s eventual wife becoming the prince of Day’s mate, Day and Autumn would have been strong allies. 

Night, too, it seemed, had never forgiven Spring for letting Hybern camp on their shores and Spring had not forgotten the winged warriors Night Court had unleashed, surprising them all with the vicious ferocity of those creatures. Lucien knew very little about them, and there were rumors they were extinct now. No one had seen another since the treaty was drawn up.

Lucien glanced toward the mountains in the distance. Night was vast and Velaris was merely one city. Perhaps the warriors were merely biding their time, waiting for the High Lord to call on them again. 

“If Tamlin is determined to get you back, I doubt my word will count for much,” Lucien warned her. Feyre sighed.

“I know. I knew when Rhys begged to bring you in. But he thought that perhaps some of the other courts could be swayed to stay out if someone from Day Court assured them I wasn’t being forced to obey.”

“Winter, perhaps,” Lucien mused. “And Summer. They’d likely remain neutral and see how things played out. Have you considered coming to Day Court and letting the other emissaries meet you?”

“Yes,” she admitted quickly. “And I would, if you thought it was safe. I want them to hear me speak, to see me, and not the helpless victim Tamlin and his brothers are trying to paint.”

“I’ll see if we can arrange it. Sanctuary, so if Spring comes, you can remain regardless of how things go.”

Feyre’s whole body relaxed, though only for a moment. That time when she took a breath in and exhaled saw the cheerful street they were sitting beside flooded with warriors in black and silver. Night Court, given the trio of mountains etched against their armor. Lucien rose first, beckoning Feyre to come with him. They were interlopers here, and if soldiers were in the street, he didn’t need to draw attention to either of them.

“What’s happening?” she demanded, standing beside him with arms crossed over her chest. 

“You’re the mind reader,” Lucien reminded her, turning to wait. Feyre’s brow furrowed and he wondered what she was hearing as her face paled. Reaching for his wrist, she breathed, “Where is Rhys?”

Lucien couldn’t answer that, though the two began running through the city, pushing through crowds of people trying to get out of the way of the marching soldiers and dodging the warriors on their way toward the palace. Or, so Lucien thought—because Feyre veered down a flower lined street filled with rows of picturesque townhouses two stories tall, with brick faces and pretty, white shutters thrown open to let in light.

Two winged males were waiting outside on the lawn, answering Lucien’s earlier musings about if those warriors still existed. They did, and they clearly knew Feyre well enough to reach for her. The one with the longer, wavier hair ran his hands over her shoulders while the icy one beside him eyed Lucien with distrust.

“Where is he?” Feyre asked breathlessly.

“Right here,” Rhysand’s voice replied, stepping from a night flecked wind. He was bloodied, his face cut along his cheek though it seemed to be healing. Rhysand was devoid his usual smug expression and swaggering posture. He stumbled forward, caught by the icy male before he could hit his knees. 

“What happened?” the other warrior demanded, the group forgetting Lucien was a witness to whatever drama was unfolding. 

“I was meeting father at the border,” Rhysand said, his eyes finding Lucien. Lucien stepped forward, well aware of the swords on the winged warriors back—weapons that could likely slice him apart before he had a chance to winnow away. 

In his mind, Feyre’s voice murmured,“That’s Cassian on the left, Azriel on the right. They won’t hurt you.”

Lucien inclined his head to show he’d heard her. Was Feyre worried he’d try and hurt them, or merely trying to bring them all up to speed? It didn’t matter because Rhysand, in his own dark leathers, took another ragged breath. “Mother and Rhiannon were supposed to meet us. They beat us both by an hour…maybe less.”

“Where are they?” Azriel demanded, turning his head and his sharp, hazel eyes toward the mountains in the distance.

“Weeks ago…before Feyre came…Tamlin, I—” Rhysand was looking at Lucien again with pleading eyes. Lucien straightened, expecting to hear the worst. Had Rhysand executed another High Lord’s heir? He’d have to tell his own father, who would have to call a council of High Lords…Lucien blinked.

And inhaled the air. 

Power, warm and metallic, slammed into his senses. More than he’d ever detected coming from Rhysand. The sort of magic he scented on his father, on Kallias. 

“What did he do?” Feyre demanded, shoving past Cassian to grip Rhysand’s face. 

“I was training him,” Rhysand said, ignoring how both Cassian and Azriel stiffened. “And he knew because I told him. Knew they were going to be there…he was going to meet father, to try and smooth over…to smooth—”

“What happened, Rhys?” Cassian asked, his deep voice soft. 

“He told his father and his miserable fucking brothers.”

Feyre Azriel swore, wings flaring behind him as Cassian finally let Rhysand slide to his knees, tears blurring at his eyes. “They…their wings—I—”

Feyre was crying silently, shoulders shaking but Lucien steeled himself because he needed to know. “And your father?” Lucien pressed, ignoring the sharp look Azriel gave him. Cassian and Feyre were both gaping, staring now at the newly crowned High Lord of Night. Spring would be getting their war after all, just not the way they’d imagined. And Lucien had no doubt his own father would ally with Rhysand, offering soldiers and gold in equal measure to punish the High Lord of Spring. 

“Mother was his mate,” Rhysand explained to Lucien—as a male who had a mate and would understand what it would be like to lose her. “He wanted retribution and so did I.”

There was no apology in those words. He told Lucien because he had to, and because omitting the truth would only make him look worse. “So we went to Spring.”

“Rhys,” Feyre whispered, but he shook his head, ignoring her.

“He promised he wouldn’t kill the Lady, but when we got there…”

Holy gods in hell, Lucien thought privately. Feyre was weeping loud enough Cassian had gone to her, pulling her into his arms. 

“Atticus tried to save her, and I killed him for it,” Rhys told Lucien with an icy, satisfied smile. “He still had the scent of my sister's fear on his hands. “And when I finished, I killed Rian, too. I meant to kill Tamlin, but…”

“But what?” Azriel demanded, speaking when Lucien forgot to.

“The High Lord of Spring was dead, killed by father and crowning Tamlin High Lord,” Rhys finished dully. “His first act was to kill my father, and then…and then we just stared at each other and then I left.”

Lucien rubbed his hand over his mouth. In the span of a day, two High Lords, their wives, and half their children had been annihilated. Lucien waited, because something was forming like a storm across Rhysand’s expression, something he wanted to hear before he left.

“You tell Helion I want their wings back,” Rhysand whispered, his voice filled with lethal promise. “You tell him if I don’t, I will burn Spring to the ground, and I will take every territory that tries to stand with him, too.”

Lucien inclined his head as a sign of respect. The thought of another High Lord severing the wings from the consort of another High Lord, along with those of a small child, was unforgivably heinous. Lucien had never particularly cared much for Rhysand, but in that moment, he thought he would have argued passionately to join Night in war against Spring.

“I will,” Lucien swore, placing his hand over his chest. That was all he offered before winnowing away in his own burst of  bright, golden light. He didn’t want to stay as Rhysand solidified his rule, nor did he want to get caught in Night for days on end trying to get home. He had enough information.

Mind reeling, Lucien wondered if Tamlin was always supposed to be High Lord—it had skipped, presumably, Killian entirely. Rhysand hadn’t mentioned killing him which led Lucien to believe he must be alive. Atticus ought to have been in Spring arguing on behalf of Feyre’s return. He supposed he should be grateful—he didn’t want his family fighting another High Lord over their wife.

He’d win, but at what cost? 

Lucien was grateful for the warmth of Rhodes, for the bright, burning light of the sun sizzling over his skin and the noise of the city. No soldiers, no dead High Lord. Lucien’s heart still pounded as he walked home, reflecting on the mess that was occurring in Night and Spring. The turmoil gave him more than a good excuse to keep Elain here. Keep her where she was safe, knowing her sisters were, too. She could relax here indefinitely. A new High Lord’s reign was always rocky and fraught—the first year impossibly violent. 

Lucien stepped into the palace still musing, only to be met with his tense, exhausted looking father. Beside him was his mother, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“What happened?” he demanded, all thoughts of Night and Spring flying from his mind.

His mother pressed her hand against her mouth, but it was his father who spoke.

“Beron is dead.”

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2 (Escape)

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I left the bedroom and closed the door after putting Aurora down for a nap. All of this was still so crazy to me. I walked from the door and back into the living room. I knew that everyone was going to be there so I could explain everything, trying to see if we could figure out where my mom was. I walked over and sat down next to Clint and Natasha. "You can take as much time as you need. We all know this is hard for you." Clint says. I nodded my head. "How far back do you want me to start?" I asked. "How about from when we last saw you before you and Wanda moved away." Tony says. I let out a hum. "I don't really remember why we left. Mom woke me up in the middle of the night when I was six and said that we were leaving. I asked her why and got upset because I really liked staying here." I explained. "What did she say when you asked why?" Steve asked me. "She said it wasn't safe anymore and that we needed to leave as soon as possible." I say. Everyone in the room looked confused. "It wasn't safe?" Natasha asked. I shrugged. "We moved to Pennsylvania, near the capital actually." I say. "Did Wanda act weird when she dropped you off at school the day she disappeared?" Bruce asked. "Not that I noticed. She dropped me off at school like always and said that she would see me when I got home." I say. I kept thinking for a moment. "I think it was a week after my powers developed that she disappeared." I add. "Wait. Powers?" Tony asked. I nodded my head. "A couple months after I turned 12, I developed powers. The exact same ones that mom has." I say while letting the grey wisps circle my fingers as I held up my right hand. I noticed everyone looking at me with interest. "Well, that's good to know." Clint says. "I came home from school that day, and everything seemed normal. I got into the house; everything was in the same place as it had been when I left. I yelled to let mom know that I had gotten home, but I heard nothing back. I looked around the whole house and she was nowhere to be seen. I thought maybe she had gone to the store and forgot to leave me a note or text me, but hours passed, and she never came back." I say while tearing up. I feel someone rub my back.

"Where does Aurora come into the picture?" I sighed. I knew that they were going to ask me that at some point, but it was still hard. "I'm not going into details." I say. "Maybe two or three months after mom left, I had been moved into a group home. The school found out that my mom wasn't anywhere to be seen, and they had to call the authorities. I hadn't been feeling well, and I was gaining weight like crazy. After about a month of that, the one girl working at the group home decided to take me to the doctor, and they found out I was pregnant." I say. "I was twelve. What happened, happened, but I was a wreck. I went from losing my mom to being pregnant and I didn't know what to do." I explained. "But you decided to keep her." I hear Kate speak up. I looked over at her and nodded my head. "Yeah." I say. "It was really rough, especially since I was young, but I got through the pregnancy and labor and then there was Aurora." I say. I saw everyone looking at me. "I wasn't sure up until I held her if I was going to keep her or give her up for adoption, but the second I held Aurora, I knew I couldn't let her go." I explain. "She was the light in my life that I needed at that moment." I added. "She's very cute." Clint says. I nodded. "She is. And she is so smart for her age. I couldn't be prouder of her." I say. "You said that you lived in Pennsylvania. When did you come back to New York?" Scott, who I found out was Cassie's father, asked me. "I ran away from the group home last year." I say. "It wasn't a good place, and I had too many bad memories." I explained. "Wait, you've been living in a hotel for a year?" Sam asked. "Yeah?" I say hesitantly. "Why didn't you come to us sooner?" Bucky asked. I shrugged. "Well, it had been such a long time since I had last seen you guys, and who's to say that you would have believed me or recognized me." I say. "She's got a point." America says. "Yeah, if you guys haven't seen her in ten years before this, it's likely you wouldn't have recognized her. I would've been scared to come too." Cassie agrees. It was quiet as the adults in the room sat with that thought. "We'll start looking at everything. There should be some sort of trail that Wanda would have left, whether on purpose or not. I'll start looking through security cameras." Tony says. "Thank you." I say. "Of course. Wanda is our friend too. We won't let her just disappear like that. There has to be some way that we can find her."

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all about me…

Hi! I thought I’d do a little post all about me and my back ground!

I’m Ny, I’m 24 year old mum from England. I have a 5 year old daughter-H. I’m also engaged and have a 4 year old step son. I’m a TA- mainly ages 5-11 but I have worked in high schools before. I have multiple qualifications, including Teaching, creative media, beauty and more. Oh and my favourite animals are Pigs and foxes 🐷🦊

My childhood was a bit everywhere, I was looking after my 3 younger siblings from a young age and only really had my mum around. I was always very creative and I loved watching TV shows and hoped that one day I could direct a show or even act. I’d create little characters up to be in the shows and I suppose that’s where my love for writing came from.

In my first college I studied Media, Film, psychology (I only lasted a few months), English literature and English Language. Then I ended up at another college when my daughter was 8months old to study creative media.

I then ended up leaving half way through my second year of college as I got pregnant at 18 with my little girl. Then unfortunately Covid happened when my little girl was born but I struggled with postpartum depression and let’s just say I thought my daughter was better of without me.

At the start of lockdown I was with her father, but he was abusive and a cheater. He didn’t really care for H and I was left doing everything and dealing with my own mind. When she was 6 months old he ended up leaving and it was honestly a relief. I struggled for a while but it was for the best, and in this time I started writing fanfiction. I started of with the last of us (game) and the vampire diaries. It was an escapism for me, although I never ended up posting them, it just helped keep my mind occupied.

When H was around 18 months, I was probably at my lowest point, I gave up with everything, she ended up staying with her Nan, dad and his girlfriend(at the time) and I just lost myself. I stopped writing, I just started drinking, partying every night, not caring about anything, and I gave up. I ended up in hospital after trying to end it and I just didn’t think I was worth it anymore, but I got out, I started working on myself, I started writing again and stopped the drinking all the time, I worked on things with H and a year later I reconnected with an old friend who is now my fiancé.

I still have my struggles, I wouldn’t say I’m depressed but I do have a lot of Anxiety and triggers. My daughter started primary school back in September and when she was in school I found myself slipping as I no longer had things to keep me occupied. When she was in nursery it was only 2 days a week so I’d find myself cleaning and stuff but now she’s gone all week I spend one day cleaning and then I have nothing to do. My job is only part time at the moment doing supply, so I have a lot of ‘spare time’. So that’s why I started reading fanfiction and started to write it again!

Fandoms

So far I’ve only published

The walking dead inspired

But I would like to write

Fear the walking dead (coming soon)

The last of us (mainly based of the game rather than the show)

The vampire diaries

Greys anatomy

Dexter

If anyone has any requests for a one shot, feel free to message me the fandom and character(s) you’d like involved with a few details and I’ll see what I can do! 🫶

Anyways, if you’ve read all this, then thank you 🫶