#midwife!reader

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about single dad!Robby again @sensei-venus

He's probably so scared all of the time. At first, he was scared to hold his daughter but after a day, he won't put her down. If she falls asleep in his arms, she's staying there. He carries her everywhere. He read online that babies benefit from skin-to-skin contact and now that her mom isn't around, he commits to building that connection with his daughter. Someone finds him at home with his daughter lying on his chest and he's like "Be quiet, she's sleeping."

His friends come together to help him raise his daughter. The LaRussos give him some old baby stuff they don't need anymore. Sam buys so many baby clothes. The guys come around to build the nursery while Robby is taking care of his baby girl. Hawk and Miguel tease him a lot though. Demetri gives a lot of baby STEM toys and books because why not? That's important, right? Tory gives moral support in the form of telling him "Babies aren't that hard. Wait until she's older."

Robby just holds his daughter close and kisses her head. "She's not growing up."

He's so cute honestly.

He's also so tired. But he doesn't want anyone to take care of her but him, thinking he has to do this on his own. He doesn't realize it takes a village because he watched his mom do it on her own. Poor Robby. Someone help get him some help.

And Moon does.

Robby has to work, so she brings around one of her midwife friends on an unbusy day. He trusts Moon, so after meeting Reader he's okay with leaving his baby girl with them. He does check in a lot though. He texts a lot and Moon sends him pictures of his daughter and Reader, smiles on their faces as they have a nice day. It's a big help to him and he can get what he needs to do done.

After a while of working like this, Moon leaves the babysitting to Reader solely. She's all for it, too, happy to help where she can even if she didn't know Robby before this.

One day, his daughter is a little under the weather. He's apprehensive to leave her with Reader, feeling like he has to be there for her, but Reader assures him that it'll be okay. He's working extra hard for his daughter and she knows that, so she tells him to keep up the great work and she'll take care of his sweet little girl.

Well, when he comes home, he finds Reader rocking his daughter. She's fussy and red in the face, but Reader has it all under control. As soon as she sees her daddy though, baby girl Keene is ready to be in his arms. So he washes up quickly so he can spend the night with her. He knows he's gonna be up with her all night, so he gets ready for it, not realizing Reader plans on staying to help.

"You can go, thanks for the help," he says in passing, kissing his daughter's head.

Reader is getting a bottle ready, shaking her head. "What? No, no, unless you want me to go, but I'd like to stay if that's okay. You've had a long day, I wouldn't want to leave you two alone."

He stares at her a little stunned. He wasn't expecting that. "I don't wanna keep you longer than I should. I mean, you have a home to go to."

"It's an apartment," she laughs and checks the bottle. It's just right, so she passes him. "Plus, it's pretty lonely. I'd be different if I had a cat or something."

He chuckles and starts feeding his daughter, who is more than happy to drink milk. She's mostly just happy her daddy is home. "I can't argue with that."

If he's being honest, he doesn't want to send her off. He knows how it is to be lonely, those kind of nights suck. "Well, uh, thanks. I'd be a big help if you stayed."

Reader smiles and starts cleaning up. "That's what I'm here for."

As she walks to the kitchen, Robby can't help but hope that she'll be around for more reasons than just watching his daughter while he's gone to work. However, he doesn't feel like he can say anything about that. He has a baby from a one-night stand in a party bathroom, who would want him? He's a mess.

If only he knew Reader was thinking some of the same things. She thinks he's so hot, especially when he's gotten out of the shower after a long day, and lays his daughter on his bare chest as she falls asleep. Not to mention she's totally fallen in love with his daughter. She's so cute with her gummy smile and little face. She's so tiny and sweet, how could one not love her?

Now if only these two - Robby and Reader - could see they're in the perfect place to fall for each other....

[agrippinaes]

PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 day 7: free choice favourite romantic pairings catherine x peter from the great / esther x babington from sanditon / kate x anthony from bridgerton / louisa x spiro from the durrells / mary x francis from reign / mary x matthew from downton abbey / paddy and eoin from sas: rogue heroes / patsy and delia from call the midwife / victoria and albert from victoria / violet and amelia from harlots

[semisolidmind]

How were Peaches' pregnancies? I mean, was it difficult? Imagine being alone in that situation on the mountain and there are only monkeys, maybe someone could help her? Or maybe not? I hadn't thought of that until now

i kinda operate under the assumption that among the regular monkey denizens of flower fruit mountain, there are also plenty of demon monkeys who are more like swk (although more monkey-like); they talk and have personalities and have certain roles. like the generals and lieutenants in his army, and also plenty of civilians. of course.

so perhaps the monkey denizens would have a midwife or a doctor of some kind on hand. they're all immortal and can't die thanks to the whole crossing names off the death ledger thing, but they probably still have babies occasionally. there's likely a kindly old baboon or orangutan who's been helping reader through the process, and likely knows some healing magic to fix all the damage done.

of course the midwife is someone the king trusts implicitly to handle his wife with care. not that any of his subjects would want to hurt reader, but an anxious monkey king is a dangerous one, and his subjects know not to test their luck.

as for the pregnancies themselves, none of them were too difficult for peaches. of course, this is on a scale for giving birth, so it still hurt, even with magic blocking most of the pain. the ancient epidural is about as effective as the modern one. however, none of the children were all that big when they were born, so it wasn't as bad as it could've been.

[sensei-venus]

Omega!Midwife!Moon/Omega!Reader/Alpha!Robby Headcanons/Blurb

(Unedited) (a/b/o au!, Smut, MidWife!Moon, Youth Leader!Robby) ( @gemini-sensei 😈✨)

•Moon decided pretty quickly out of high school that she wanted to pursue some kind of education surrounding pups. For a long time she thought about going to school for some kind of children's education. The idea of being around kids made her so happy. She tried out some intern programs and tried it out for a while.

•A good year of doing inter related classes and going to different schools and daycares, she just didn't feel it. She loved bring around little kids, borderline pups around toddler age and younger. She truly loved being able to hold and take care of them at such a young stage in their life. She felt like she was really doing something. But it still didn't feel right.

•Robby ended up pursuing a youth program after high school. Achieving some certificates involving business-related things and even some charity awards. Moon and Reader were extremely proud of their alpha for his accomplishments. He was doing extremely well for himself and his omegas. Holding a good income for their new home along with becoming a known face in their community. After their first year out of high school, he was already looking to be promoted to manager at the local youth community center for at-risk youth.

•Moon took try opportunity to search for a new career path. A reader helped her to look down new paths in a career that still revolved around her interests. It took a while of looking but they finally found something. Moon was in wonder when she found a midwife program. Just reading what the career entitled made her giddy. She loved the idea of helping to bring pups into the world. Being able to help someone through birth was amazing to her.

•She ended up starting the program right away. She passed her initial tests with flying colors and was soon in an inter-program with an already practicing midwife. She knew the minute she helped with her first-ever birth that this was what she wanted to do. Her first delivery was to a litter of three. She cried along with the very happy couple once all three pups were all safely delivered. Two boys and one girl. It was magical. The whole process was amazing.

•For a long time that was how life went between the mates. Robby worked long shifts at the community center, Moon worked around the clock with her patients. Robby not getting home until late in the evening. Moon left at random times because her clients needed her.

•Reader tried her best to deal with it all. She has her own career going but she was still at home more them the other two. She felt at home for a while, until the loneliness started to settle into her bones. She missed snuggling and cuddling with her mates. Feeling their long kisses, hearing Moon’s purrs and Robby’s deep grows. It wasn't like they ignored her or forgot about her, it was just different. They still kissed, hugged, snuggled, and had sex. There were long pauses between those enjoyable moments.

• It wasn't until Reader had to leave for a business-related event that things actually changed. Reader didn't see it as a big issue, she would only be gone a week. Her mates could handle that. They said their goodbyes and parted ways. Reader left and mildly enjoyed the conference she had to attend. Her work set her up in a nice home with all expenses paid. In her free time she even got to go out and explore the local area. It wasn't a vacation but it was still nice to be free to go to a whole new place. Once her business was done she was able to go back home.

•She really didn't imagine getting home to find the place in literal shambles. The minute she walked in she could smell the mixed phenomenon. A strong mix of Moon and Robby’s scent filled the house more the usual, the air filled with anxiety, fear, and sadness. It made her scrunch her nose up. It almost coated the inside of her nose. A minute later she was pounced in by the omega and alpha. They rubbed against her, spreading their scents all over her. Taking turns licking and kissing at her matting scars. The marks they left on her when they all mated not that long ago, it set her on fire.

“We didn't know you being gone for that long was going to be so bad- we are so sorry for leaving you alone all the time. We had no idea that this was how you felt.”

“If us being gone for so long, multiple days at a time, because of our work- we will try to get better hours. Please forgive us baby~”

•Reader didn't know what to say. She of course “forgave” them. Deep down she didn't really feel like it was a high issue but she wouldn't deny the fact that she liked the idea of them having a regular work schedule. She let them play with her all day long. Showing her how sorry they were.

•The alpha and omega felt even worse after they got Reader in bed. Within a few minutes of them teasing her, stripping her, and playing with fat pussy she was going into a full blown heat. Her eyes hazy as she started to pant out and whimper. Her pussy drooled with slick, no towel could help at that point, as the sheets were long ruined. Moon felt horrible as she realized that Reader had only been having small pre-heats for a while, she hadn’t had a full-blown heat in months. Ultimately this triggered Moon’s long-due heat as well as Robby’s rut.

•The next few days were spent stuffing the two omegas cunts full of cum. Robby did his best to stuff them both but Moon subbed for him knotting Reader the most. Letting him knot her more times than he did Moon. It was a long and messy few days. Moon was lucky enough through her bouts of clarity to be able to call into all of their jobs and explain that their matting cycles had synced up finally, they would be out for a few days, maybe a week or so. As soon as she was done she went back to eating Reader’s cream-filled cunt and ridding Robby’s fat cock.

•Moon’s heat ended two days before Reader's heat and Robby’s rut fully ended. She took the time to take care of the two. Making sure they stayed hydrated and eat, whipped them down between sessions. Between sweat and cum, they were sticky and cum crusted. Reader could only whimper and purr as her puffy raw cunt was used. Long since stopping from trying to move too much on Robby’s knot. Putting the engorged knot inside her only caused pain, she laid under him limp as she let him stuff her full to the brim with his thick load.

•Moon marveled at the way their hormones changed. The last few days were intense. Moon tired her best to wipe them both down. She was in awe as she played with Reader’s puffy pussy. When Robby pulled his knot from her it made a loud pop, she thought that a huge wave of cum would flow but almost nothing did. His load was so thick that it merely coated his knot and dick, staying deep inside Reader. The thick white filled her to the brim and because her channel was so loose and her entrance was so tight, it just stayed there. She forgot how hot their synced cycles were.

•A few days after everyone was done with their heats and rut everything started back to normal. With some minor changes of course. Robby continue to work at the community center but changed his hours. Deciding to work mornings to late afternoon so he could come home earlier. Moon tried to work around her schedule, opting to give her house calls to other interns more than continue to hold them all to herself. This left her at home more. This worked out because not even a month later they found out Reader was pregnant, most likely from her last heat~

(P2 is always a option- I'm keeping this storyline 💕 🥰)

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Libra Sun, Aries Moon, Virgo Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Trixie always thought she was straight. That men were for her, and she was definitely for men.

・Dates upon dates, she thought she wooed them perfectly. And she had, she lived up to a mixture of this Marilyn Munroe cross Manic Pixie Daydream for them

・And yet, Trixie realised is was all a performance. Even when she was alone, she acted as if she had a male audience watching her every move

・Trixie always felt as though she had to be attractive, appealing, and beautiful.

・It was tiring, and it didn't feel right. But there wasn't anything she could do about it. Could she?

・But then little ol' you came along and stirred up so much inside of Trixie that she questioned her whole sexuality.

・Being with Trixie is like being with ... a pixie. She has so much light and excitement within her - it's infectious.

・You got together because Trixie had accidentally said she loved you after you nearly died. You had ran into a building that was on fire to save a child, and when Trixie found you afterwards, she cried her heart out, yelling and screaming about how she could lose you.

"I - I can't ... I wouldn't be able to live without you! If you weren't with me. I love you goddamnit!"

・You were in shock but had gently grasped her cheeks and kissed her lips.

・Trixie is a very doting partner. All she wants to do is make you smile.

・You both surprise each other with flowers. Filling your home with an array of colours and smells.

・She would still be a nurse, and you would follow her anywhere

・But Poplar was barely afloat, and you knew both your help was needed there

・You're great friends with Nurse Crane and Fred. Fred feels like such a father figure to you.

・You save up to buy Trixie luxurious items; she prefers quality over quantity.

・Obviously your relationship is kept as a secret, but those that live at Nonnatas have suspected but kept it to themselves. They're mostly just happy to see Trixie happy.

・If you have a night shift, Trixie will not go to bed until you come home. And if you don't come home at the usual time, she starts to panic.

・Loves when you rest your head in her lap. She strokes your hair and swirls her finger around your face, making you giggle.

・Always tells you she loves you; morning and night. Just to make sure that you know that in case something happens.

・You like to run a hot bath for her when she gets back from work; rose petals, candles, special bath oils. She can spend up to two hours in there.

・Trixie isn't really one to read, but she loves going with you to the library and book shops. She loves watching you flutter about the place, trying to find the perfect story

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Home Is Wherever You Are

Flirts Boldly (Trixie) x Equally Flirts Back (You)

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? (You) x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie (Trixie) - alternatively - Being each other's complete and utter support to the point where it gets aggressive.

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

"Being With You Makes Me Better"

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Young And Beautiful by Lana Del Rey

[madame-fear]

I am officially in love with some Call the Midwife characters ♡

[twistedoverbloat]

Cyber have to move out of the NRC for safety of the baby and moved in with Ruggie grandmother till the baby is born

As the weeks passed he gotten a letter that they have the baby and it's triplets and two boys and two girls and Ruggie just ran to Idia, Ortho, Theta and Delta about the news

Both Ruggie and Cyber agreed that it would be safer for her to have someone who helped give birth and he also wanted his grandmother to meet them so they had to do a hard decision to send her to his grandmother. He hated it since he wasn't by his mates side, but when he got the letter of 3 beautiful children born health with 10 toes and 10 fingers he rushed to her brother's and their father.

Idia and Ortho were so happy and Idia even cheered happily while Ortho asked when they were going to go to the Afterglow Savannah. Idia hurried to call Theta and Delta to the dorm so they can hurry and go to their sister. When they did get there Delta saw the letter and Theta screamed "OMG LET ME SEE!!" When they read the letter they cried to Delta "It's 2 boys and a girl!!" Delta started to cry happily "We need to go now!" They all agreed and hurried to pack so they can go see the new additions to the family and their sister/daughter.

When they were leaving Leona gave Ruggie money so he can buy whatever for the babies. They rushed off not asking the headmaster for permission but they did't care, and when he did say something Leona told him to fuck off since Cyber gave birth and the kids needed to see their family.

When they got to the house in the slums, Ruggie felt so nervous, what if they won't like him? What if- Delta smacked his head "You'll do fine kid now come on I need to see my daughter." When Ruggie knocked on the door his grandmother opened it "OH! Cyber their here!!" They heard a happy cheer. Theta and Ortho rushed in to check on the news mother and children to double check that they are perfectly okay. Idia and Delta introduced themselves then went back to see Cyber as well, and Ruggie stood outside of the room Cyber gave birth in.

His grandmother smiled at his softly "You look like your dad when ya mam gave birth to ya. Don't worry, baby beastmen imprint and know who are their parent's and they will love you no matter what. Now go see your mate and children boy." And she gently nudged him into the room. He walked in finally and everyone was crowding the bed as they cooed and awed over the children. Delta noticed him and told everyone to back up "Move so the daddy can see his children!" And everyone parted like the red sea.

To Ruggie they looked so beautiful, smiling widely as she held three bundles in their arms "Dear, come here!" She whispered softly as he slowly came to her side, and what he say made him cry. His sons and daughter all looking around with so much curiosity of the world they came in to and began to cry. Then, they saw him, his mate took his hand using their legs to hold the children and placed his hand in between the three children. He felt his tear's fall as they seem to calm down as if knowing their father was there now and they were safe.

He then felt his throat close up and his tear's multiply "Hey, uh, I'm your dad..I'm so happy your here." And he began to cry harder as one of his boys held his pointer finger tight and the other two held his wrist and pinky. Cyber began to tear up seeing her mate and children finally meet each other, the boys looked just like him, while their daughter looked like her grandmother.

The two new parent's cried happily as now their family was all together and you can feel all of the love and admiration they had for each other.

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Now what should the children's name's be?

[lady-ashfade]

No fics for her on here? Wtf. I am in love with her and I can’t find A SIGLE THING! NOOOO

[omjitskailay]

Wow absolutely nothing could prepare me for the brick in the face that was Nurse Crane with straight hair working at a prison in Germany

[multifandomfix]

Shelagh Turner Fluff Alphabet

A = Aroma (What do they smell like?)

Shelagh smells like cherry blossoms and lavender.

B = Babe (What would they use as pet names? Do they use them a lot?)

Shelagh uses Sweetheart and Dear a lot. Though she does tend to say them a lot more in private than in public.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Shelagh loves a good cuddle. Whether it’s under a blanket at home on the couch or in the early morning when neither of you want to get up yet.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What would they think about living together?)

She definitely wants to settle down and be able to cohabitate. She doesn’t push for it, she prefers to take things slow and let those steps come naturally, when you both feel you’re ready.

E = Emotion (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shelagh is very affectionate, though it tends to be in a soft and subtle sort of way. Just asking how your day is when she sees you, no matter if she’s busy or not, giving you a peck on the cheek when you have a moment of privacy, that sort of thing.

F = Flirt (How do they flirt? Are they smooth or awkward?)

Shelagh is so shy when flirting and quite awkward at it as well. She lets you do most of the flirting, even if it leaves you both endlessly flustered around each other.

G = Gifts (Are they a gift giver? What kind of gifts do they give?)

Shelagh doesn’t lavish you with gifts, but she does like giving small gifts on important days like birthdays and anniversaries, just as a memento of the special occasion.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs! It’s her main sign of affection in public. And she adores having you hug her after a long or tough day. It melts all her anxieties away for a moment.

I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s not quick. She doesn’t want to rush into something as big as love and regret saying it too fast when she wasn’t absolutely sure of her feelings first.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She doesn’t get too jealous. She’s pretty level headed about that sort of thing. She may get mildly jealous if you spend tons of time alone with one person, but as long as you and them are able to assure her that the two of you are strictly platonic, she can let go of the jealousy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Shelagh’s kisses are almost always of the soft and sweet variety. She loves to kiss you on your cheek and your forehead most. But she also has a fondness for kissing your nose and watching you scrunch it up.

L = Little ones (How are they around children? Would they want some of their own?)

Shelagh definitely wants a family. It doesn’t matter how big or small, she just likes the idea of a tight knit family. And she’s amazing with children, there’s no doubt about that.

M = Meet (How did they meet you?)

She met you at the clinic. She was working and you’d come in as moral support for a dear friend. Shelagh was nice enough to let you come back and hold your friend’s hand during her exam.

N = Nurture (Are they good at taking care of you if you’re hurt/sick?)

Incredible. The best, really. You couldn’t ask for a better caretaker when you’re sick or injured. She knows just what to do and how to keep you calm and happy throughout.

O = Out (What’s a typical date night with them like?)

Dinner, and maybe a movie if you have the time. Simple, short dates are always best for her because she never knows when she might get called away to help with a delivery.

P = Propose (When do you/they propose? How does the proposal go?)

You propose on the first day of spring, almost two years into your relationship. It’s a beautiful sunny day and you set up a picnic where Shelagh found the ring tied to the basket. Of course she said yes!

Q = Quirk (What small habit/feature/quirk do they have that you find especially endearing?)

Whenever she adjusts her glasses, typically when she’s unsure of what to say in the moment. It’s essentially watching her brain work and you just find it adorable.

R = Routine (What does a typical day together look like? Routines, schedules, habits?)

You get up together, have breakfast and start your day. You check in with one another, time permitting in your schedules and get ready for bed together at night whenever you can.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

She’s not all that protective of you, though she will be the first to stand up for you if the time comes.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, etc?)

As much effort as she can muster. She isn’t one to make a big to-do out of things, but she likes to put in enough effort to make sure it’s something special.

U = Unique (What’s something they’d only do for you?)

Dance. While she’s an incredible singer, Shelagh lacks confidence when it comes to dancing. But for you, she’d make an exception, especially if it’s just the two of you dancing to a record at home.

V = Vulnerable (How long does it take them to feel comfortable being vulnerable around you?)

Shelagh’s pretty open and gets comfortable quickly. She wouldn’t consider a relationship with you if she couldn’t feel comfortable being vulnerable around you in a short time.

W = Wardrobe (What would they wear to impress you?)

Colors. Bright, lovely colors. She has a decently large wardrobe, though she doesn’t brag about it, and she knows you like to see her in pretty colors as opposed to more muted tones.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She loves to make art with you. Whether that’s painting or drawing, or harmonizing your voices together, she loves sharing any form of art making with you.

Y = You (What are some things they would like in a partner?)

Shelagh would like someone who she could trust and rely on, someone she could tell anything to and not fear judgement. If you were there to help her find herself and learn and grow with her, then she’d be ever so happy for it.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

She sleeps pretty peacefully overall. Likes when you cuddle with her as she’s falling asleep and on occasion, lightly snores.

For @xshe1aghturnerx

Shelagh Turner: @levinson-mannion, @riveranddoctorsong123

[gemini-sensei]

Since you are bored, are you open to discussing... Midwife!Moon? I was reading some of your and Venus’s older stuff and saw it.

Totally! Let's do it because I would love to talk more about midwife!Moon 🥰

Or any other character for that matter! Just send something in and we can talk about it!

As far as midwife!Moon goes, the first thing that comes to mind is that she gets close to the people she works for. She loves that personal connection with clients, going as far as to treat them to relaxing spa days and the like.

Also, I get the feeling that Moon would love crocheting and therefore I think that she would make a baby blanket for every baby she delivers. They're each unique and made with such care and attention to detail.

I still don't know a lot about being a midwife, so bare with me a bit lol.

[lavender-devotion]

The Radio Demon has a WIFE??? And She was a WHAT??? (Alastor x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Mimzy stops by and brings up a little detail that Alastor forgot to mention: he has a wife...oh yeah, and she used to be a nun. How the fuck did that happen??? -Or- I was watching 'Call the Midwife' and got Alastor brainrot ideas while watching the romance between Sister Bernadette/Sheila and Dr. Turner.

Tags: Fem!Reader (for obvious reasons), She/Her pronouns, No Use of (Y/N), everything I know about being a nun is from a TV show (don't kill me pls), Husk is...so fucking tired, also I couldn’t find a midwife house in New Orleans so I made one up (don’t kill me pls x2) TW: None, other than my possible terrible idiocy regarding nun shit and Catholicism, I feel like me being the author should also be a TW in and of itself ngl Word Count: 2.4k Read it on Ao3 <3

"WHAT?"

Husk winced as Angel's voice echoed throughout the lobby, loud and full of indignation.

"There is no fuckin' way tall, dark, an' creepy is married," he insisted, staring down Mimzy as she took another swig from her glass, "you've gotta be fuckin' with us, right Husk?"

Husk pointedly ignored the question, turning his back to the two idiots and their quickly gathering crowd of spectators—the other residents of the hotel. Alastor didn't like people talking about him unless it was with hate, fear, or admiration- (the arrogant fuck) -and he liked people spreading his personal business around even less.

He wasn't stupid enough to get involved in this conversation, even if Mimzy and Angel apparently were.

Mimzy laughed, "oh please, that's not even the best part! Alastor's sweetheart actually used to be a sister!"

"A sister?"

"Yeah-"

'Don't fuckin' say it-'

"-like a nun!"

'Motherfucker.'

That statement had Angel choking on his drink, everyone else letting out various exclamations of disbelief—all of which only made Mimzy's smile widen. She was enjoying the attention.

"Yeah," she continued, "the pretty thing was actually part of one of the few nunneries that were up and running back in our day—although hers also served as a sorta home base for the midwives in New Orleans before it all became a hospital affair."

"So not only did Smiles somehow manage to get 'imself a sweetheart, but he managed to bag a fuckin' NUN?!" Angel asked incredulously, "how the FUCK did that happen?"

Mimzy grinned mischievously, "well-"

"Mimzy," Husk said, caution and warning in his tone. It was one thing to drop a couple facts and then shut up—Alastor was fond of her- (as "fond" as the bastard was capable of) -so she might be able to get off with a warning—but to start telling stories about his life? Spilling all his carefully guarded secrets?

Yeah, that'd get her killed. Or worse.

Even so, Mimzy either didn't know how secretive Alastor was- (doubtful) -or she was just under the delusional belief that he wouldn't hurt her for her slight- (bingo) -because she just waved off Husk's warning.

"Hm...where should I start?"

---------------

What everyone in Hell tended to forget was that the cruel, bloodthirsty, "Radio Demon" they all feared...used to be a man, used to be human just like all the rest.

Quite the human he was, though.

Obviously he did his fair share of terrible things, he didn't end up in Hell for being a saint, but before any of his...transgressions came into the public eye, people truly thought he was. He'd come from a poor home, his father ran off when he was young, and yes he was an odd child—but all of that seemed inconsequential the older he got.

He worked hard in school and worked his way up in the world until he finally became a famous radio host, the crown jewel of the French Quarter. Even so, all of the attention never seemed to go to his head. His mother's son, always his mother's son, he was the picture of a true gentleman—always polite, always chivalrous, always helping others. It certainly didn't hurt that he was handsome too, and his charm was unmatched by any other man in the city.

As such, it was no shock that he attracted all manner of attention from people vying for his affection, but no one seemed to catch his particular eye. That was, until he met her...

---------------

“Now, keep in mind, I don’t know very much about his missus before they got together,” Mimzy admitted, “but, from what I can tell, she'd always been a mystery, so I don’t think it really matters-“

“Obviously it matters!” Angel interrupted, his drink and everything else long forgotten, “for someone to get together with Smiles willingly, they’ve gotta have some of their own skeletons in the closet! C’mon toots, you gotta know something.”

Mimzy circled a finger around her glass, playing coy, “well…maybe I might know a thing or two…”

Husk wanted to bash his head against a wall.

Fine, fine, fine. It was one thing—one really fucking stupid thing—to talk about Alastor, but to talk about his wife? Especially to fucking gossip about her?

Yeah, no, these morons were definitely dead as soon as Alastor found out.

“Well?” Angel pressed, looking downright desperate for more information.

“Well…”

---------------

Alastor's sweetheart had always been an enigma since the day she arrived in New Orleans, every bit of her covered in that modest black and white clothing—all except her face and hands, of course.

By all accounts, she was a sweet girl—kind, attentive, always willing to help—but she was also very…secretive, one might say. It wasn't that the other nuns weren't reserved, because they were, but she was especially so, and her brand of reservation came across as more underhanded than anything else.

She never talked about her hobbies, her family, her life before taking her vows—hell, she never talked about her life before she moved to New Orleans. So it was no surprise that a fair amount of rumors followed her around, no matter how sweet she appeared to be.

Some said that she was a runaway, trying to escape an abusive father; others said that she moved there to get out of a loveless marriage; and a few even claimed that she was on the run from the law. There was never any evidence to support any of those rumors, of course, but people loved to talk.

One might think that Alastor was drawn to her because of all of those whispers, just chasing down another story for his radio show, but it was actually a mix of pure luck and her work as a midwife that brought those two together.

You see, midwives didn't only deliver babies, but they also offered all sorts of medical assistance to anyone who needed it. These services eventually brought her to his mother’s home one day, and it just so happened that Alastor was also visiting his ma at the time.

The two started talking and, between his magnetic charms and her sweet demeanor, it was no surprise that the two got along like a house fire.

From then on, every time she visited his ma to take care of her, he was there too. Then he started showing up at all of the events hosted by Saint Charlene’s, always finding his way to her side. And there even came a time where he started visiting her frequently, always welcomed by her fellow sisters and the other midwives with open arms.

---------------

“Wait a minute,” Angel interrupted, “I thought nuns weren’t allowed ta be in relationships. It goes against the whole point of bein’ a nun, don’t it?”

Mimzy huffed, “I was getting to that part!”

---------------

Obviously nuns weren’t allowed to have relationships, romantic or sexual, and most people of that time didn’t believe that men and women could simply be friends—so the friendliness they both shared fell under quite a bit of scrutiny. Everyone that knew a thing about that sweet girl knew she would never betray her vows, and everyone that knew a thing about Alastor knew that he’d rather die than be anything less than a perfect gentleman. 

But, like I said, people in New Orleans liked to talk.

Neither of them paid any mind to it, though. Alastor was already dealing with the bullshit that came with showbiz and his sweetheart already had a bunch of rumors circulating about her, so what did they care if a few more whispers were added to the pile? But eventually, a painfully long time after the two first met and became friends, there came a day when something that wasn’t quite platonic bloomed between the two of them. 

Obviously the two of them were horrified by this; Alastor, because he would never ask her to forsake her vows for him, and her, because she was worried that she was betrayin’ her God by feeling that way. 

Eventually she talked to the other nuns, though, and got some help figuring out her emotions and what she wanted to do, and Alastor talked things through with his ma—who was, frankly, overjoyed that he’d finally found someone who he fancied.

Let me tell ya, even with all of the others helpin’, it took fuckin’ forever for those two to finally get together. Between their shared emotional constipation, everyone’s expectations of them, the worry that the other didn’t feel the same way, and the fear of crossing each other’s boundaries…yeah, it took over a year after the two of them figured out they liked each other for them to actually say something. 

By the time they finally got their shit together, Alastor’s mom and the other midwives were already planning their wedding. Hell, the nuns were just about ready to rescind her vows themselves, they were so sick of the pining!

Everything worked out in the end, though. The two confessed, his sweetheart did the whole dispensation thing, and the two eventually got married.

----------

“Blah, blah, blah…they got a happily ever after and a white picket fence,” Mimzy finished with a lazy wave of her hand, “so, that's the story."

Angel just stared at her, mouth hanging open slightly, “huh, I didn’t know tall, dark, and creepy had it in ‘im.”

Mimzy hummed, “yeah, he might seem all big an’ scary, but underneath all that he’s a total doll!”

Husk shuddered as the prickle of static suddenly made his hair stand on end, signaling Alastor’s entrance into the room—along with Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer himself. His eyes immediately found the small group that had gathered by the bar, and it probably wasn’t hard for him to figure out what exactly drew everyone there.

“Now, now, Mimzy, what have you been telling everyone about me?” Alastor chastised, making his way closer to their group. His tone was teasing, but it had a subtle warning at the end—one that said he wasn’t asking for shits n' giggles. It made Husk want to disappear into the wall, to get out of the way of what would follow if Alastor found out the subject of their conversation. Hopefully Angel and Mimzy would have enough sense to keep their mouths shut, but he doubted it.

“Oh, nothing you need ta worry about!” she said, waving him off playfully, “just a couple old stories from back in the day.” 

“Is that so?”

Mimzy hummed her affirmative, finishing off her drink, and for one blissful moment Husk thought that the subject would drop and everything would be fine. He was wrong.

“Yeah, and I gotta say I’m surprised atcha Smiles,” Angel snarked, “who knew ya had a missus back home keeping ya on a leash.”

The room went dead silent.

The lights suddenly flickered, a dark red glow casting across the room as they did—mangled shadows dancing on the walls. Husk shrank back, trying his best to blend in with the bottles of alcohol that lined the shelf behind him.

Alastor’s voice was pure radio static, barely restrained rage filtering through, “w̶͚̫̰̰̟̌̆̓̚̚h̵̩̤̹͓̗̾̔͗̇̉å̴̱̩̝͚̎́̐̔̏͜†̸̡͔̲̠͔̔̎̆̀̕ ̸̲̠͔̟̗͗͑̾͐͘Ð̷̡̠̥̞͚̔̾̋̋͘ï̶̩̼̻̱̣̓̀̅͆̑Ð̸̣͍̞̬͖͋͑̽͗̚ ̶͈͙̤̺̲̒̒̒̎̀¥̷̭̻̥̘͈̇̓͑́́ð̵̢̲͕͈͇͐͊̓̀̓µ̴͕̬͕̟̟͊͊͂͗͘ ̵̪̲̫̳͍͑̑͒̔͐j̶̨̦̹̪̟̄̽̽̄͘µ̸̧̭͖͇̞̈́̔̀̒͒§̵̺̠͚͓͓̓͂̚͘͝†̷̛̖̤̰̗͓͋̄̇̑ ̸̢̩͙̙̫̊͗̃͘͝§̷̻̣̼̼͙̎͋̂͆͝ą̸̡̛̱̣̻̊̈́̈́̑́¥̶̢̟̼̘̲̃̿̐͑͠?̴͉̞̠̞̦̒͌̋͗̓”

‘Fuck.’

----------

You hummed quietly as you sat on the couch in your and Alastor’s shared home, sketching whatever came to mind in one of the small notebooks he’d bought you—working away the time and trying to ignore his glaring absence. It wasn’t often you were left yearning for your husband’s presence, finding plenty to do during the times he was gone, but today you wanted nothing more than for him to walk through the door. Luckily, you got your wish, although things certainly weren’t how you expected. 

As soon as Alastor walked in, you could tell he was pissed. It was in his posture, his strained smile, the violent crackle of interference in the air. Even his shadow seemed agitated, flitting from one spot to another as if it simply couldn’t sit still. 

 “Al?” You asked carefully, “is everything alright?” 

He turned to you, obviously trying to pass off the illusion of placidity, “everything is fine, my dear, why do you ask?”

“Well you just seem–” the lights around the house flickered, and you could hear a few of them bust in the other rooms, “...tense.” 

He kept up the mask for a moment longer, still trying to fool you, but it dropped soon enough and he let out an irritated sigh.

“...certain people need to learn to keep their insignificant little mouths shut.”

You set aside your notebook and gestured for him to sit next to you, a request he obliged. Almost immediately your hands went to his shoulders and you began massaging them, trying to alleviate some of the tension practically radiating off of him—drawing an almost relieved sigh from his mouth. 

You pressed a barely-there kiss to the back of his neck, “what happened, love?”

…

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The sudden surge of static and shadow didn’t phase you, even as Alastor struggled to not shift into his demonic form—sharp cracks of green light appearing on the walls.

When you’d first found out about his…extracurricular activities, you had been afraid and confused, but now it was nothing more than background noise. He was still the man you fell in love with, still your husband, even if he occasionally killed and ate the degenerates of the world and anyone that pissed him off.

All things considered, you were just glad that you’d ended up in Hell with him, even if the things you'd had to do to ensure that were...distasteful. 

You wrapped your arms around him, nestling your head into the crook of his neck. A luxury that no one else enjoyed but you. 

“That does sound stressful. Is everything handled now, at least?” 

“Yes,” he drawled, leaning back further into you, “unfortunately I was unable to get rid of the other l̷̡͈̼̘̩̾͌̉͝͠ï̸̗̭̝̥̺̈́̓̐̿̚†̴̢̡͕͖̹͌͌̋̈́͗†̸̢̣͖͚͔̓̌̉̾̐l̶̡̪͙͕͗͐̍́̕͜ę̴̡̦͕̜̂͋̏̅͘͝ ̵̰̥̩̺̪̀̋̉͑̍§̸̖̥̦̗͓̏̋̉̈́̃h̶͓͙̯͔͇̎̏̾̕̚ï̴̧̡̱̗̻̈́͗͆̃̀†̴̣̖̯̭͉̂͐͒̍̀§̵̧̡̹̼̹͒̿̍̋͠, as Charlie has taken a liking to them, but I trust that I got my point across.” 

“Good.”

You pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Now…when do I get to meet these ‘little shits’ that get on your nerves so often?” you teased, drawing an amused chuckle from him. 

“Don’t even start, darling.”

[hor3nee]

• Life •

Sukuna grappling becoming a father while you give birth.

CW/TW: GN! reader, Labour/Childbirth, Sukuna typical violence mentions, BRIEF suggestive stuff, Nothing graphic, Religious metaphors & LOTS of life/death talk, (LMK if I should add anything else!)

Characters: Sukuna x Reader

AN: Nobody dies in this fic! It's fluff-ish. (It's Sukuna and reader giving birth, as fluffy as that can be man), prequel to this Descendant fic

   Life was such a fickle thing, not that it mattered to Sukuna. He was above life, death sickness and health, beyond it, above the proper empathy to care for it. It wasn't that he didn't understand, because he did, once mortal himself, and existing on this earth surrounded by the humanity that populated on it for years as a curse, he understood. But there was no legitimate reason for it to matter to him unless he could gain from a life, there was no reason to mind it.

And by the loose, greedy and otherwise just gluttonous standards of what it meant to be a creature of 'gain' to Sukuna, you fit it to the T, your life mattered to him. Your life, it was something he wanted, no needed to maintain to be kept satisfied, if you weren't there to be by his side, he'd be left starved.

To lose such a thing, would only ignite a certain wrath inside of him.

The screams of agony that parted from your pretty little lips had his chest twisting into a feeling of irritation. He much preferred your screams of ecstasy, making you scream his name in sweet pretty moans when he bedded you. Not this, screams of something he was also the culprit of in fairness, sobbed screams of pain as your body tore to birth his child.

Sukuna enjoyed such screeches of terror, weak defeated sobs he could rip and tear from the pathetic lot of mortals he terrorized, all of whose lives served no purpose to him. The issue is, yours does serve purpose, a great purpose to Sukuna. You're always there, by his side, and when you're not, it bothers him, he's greedy, hungry for you.

Your pain only infuriates him, he doesn't like it at all, no, he loathes listening to it.

Finally, finally, it stops after what felt like torturously long, it comes to a stop. Like that, the tightness inside his chest unwrapped, Sukuna didn't think he'd ever feel relief, he wouldn't need to, he had never fought an opponent he couldn't defeat, pillaged an army that would come close to his strength there was no concerns or worry for him to have to be relieved from. Yet here he was basking in such relief. Your screams stop, now instead replaced by the bothersome cries of something much more smaller. Squeaky small wails, that of an infant. his infant.

"Lord Sukuna." A muttered voice of one of the midwives comes through the door separating Sukuna from the delivery room. The door opens to the midwives attending finishing up and then all bowing in submission, their heads hanging low as Sukuna stands by the door-frame.

"Done?" He asks, more so a statement, a demand as everything he speaks is.

"Yes-" The meek voice of a midwife responds, she not daring to look up from the floor of the delivery room.

"Then what the hell are you dimwitted fools doing? OUT." There's the slightest growl in his voice at the command, one that though slight works wonders on any who dare stand in his presence, and to which without a moment of hesitation has all the midwives scatter out of the room, rushing out with their heads low. Only one pauses to shut the door behind herself, not wanting to risk the stupidity of leaving the door open.

Now, only the sounds of a baby's cries echo in the room, the small thing wrapped, protected in a small blanket. The moment is deafening as it is loud, there are as many thoughts as there is nothing in his eyes as he stares at the small baby you held. Yes, you made his child, 9 tedious months of him practically carrying you around everywhere and it was out now.

Sukuna was, well Sukuna, he didn't bother thinking much of the specifics, but rather the obvious reality of the situation during those passing months, and didn't see a reason to. He could still sleep with you, could still have you around, could still listen to your voice speak with him in converse. Was it different? Sure, but in no way that bothered him. Cravings? The King of the Curses can provide feasts. Tired? You needn't walk, he has four arms for a reason. The bodily change? Sukuna guts humans like pigs, the size of your stomach was far from grotesque to such a demon like Sukuna.

But now, he is met with the reality, the sight, the sound the smell of the newborn babe, absolutely reeking of familiarity, a literal complete being of two halves, Sukuna and you. It's overwhelming, and not in the way Sukuna likes, not in the hedonistic pleasures he enjoys but rather overwhelming in thoughts. Thoughts as rampant as blank in his mind, fogged like he was considering all of this.

"Sukuna." A clear call of his name comes from your throat despite its audible hoarseness of exhaustion, still as captivating as always, catching his entire attention. No one can command the Sukuna, but he doesn't need to be commanded when you call for him, because it's in his full will and gratification to come to your side, which he of course does. Stepping softly to where you are laid, surrounded by stained sheets, tools and incense presumably used in aid of the birth.

"What?" His throat rumbles, a question with no particular answer aside from the obvious literal whole baby you had birthed in your arms.

"Look at them... Beautiful, aren't they?" And perhaps by the grace of a god he'd doubted existed, there was a moment of serenity now, the fog cleared from the depths of his sick mind as he gazed upon the small bundle in your arms. That was your grace perhaps, no definitely, definitely your grace, you had bore his child.

That damned sinister grin came over his face as he reached down to the infant, the large monstrously large hand of his ever so delicately traced the cheek of the little one, a comical contrast between himself and the child. For the entirety of you and Sukuna's time spent together, he had considered you the only life that truly mattered to him, and now you had created a life from the mere womb, you've given him another life he'd find true importance in.

His child's life, blessed by the sanctified arms that cradled it.

"Divine, rather." He rumbled, a short snicker leaving his twisted tongue, but laced with genuine adoration. Utter devotion to this small life, to both two lives he had found himself so graciously gifted. Of you, of his child.

[sensei-venus]

Ok ok but like @gemini-sensei now your giving me so many ideas. I'm going to reblog you'd last post but I have to write this and post real quick-

Midwife!Moon who meets Pregnant!Reader and becomes her midwife. She ends up falling in love with Reader and delivering her baby.

Also I am fully on board for permanent idea of Midwife!Moon, I can see Moon becoming a midwife.

Ahhhhhh I'm living for this uhhh, my new obsession.

Lol thanks Gemini for creating my new obsession,🤭👀

[ladysharmaa]

My miracle

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

summary: Anthony’s wife is in labor and it’s not looking good

warnings: mentions of death

“Where is she?” the loud voice of Anthony was heard in the entire mansion. The door he opened slammed into the wall but he couldn’t care less as he saw some servants running his way to take off his coat. “Tell me where my wife is!”

“My apologies, my Lord.” the poor man trembled under the Lord’s menacingly glare, that were just a cover for the worry and fear that was running though his veins. “The Viscountess is in your chambers. The midwife and your mother are already present with her. Shall I inform your brothers to come and wait with you until the child is born?”

Anthony didn’t bother to respond. He quickly climbed the stairs, two steps at once, seeing with wide eyes as the maids ran to his room with towels in their hands. He doesn't even settle for knocking, immediatly opening the bedroom door. None of his mother's stories could have prepared him for the sight that lay ahead.

His darling wife was drenched in sweat, dressed in her nightdown. One hand was on her round belly protectively while the other was in his mother’s hands, who was whispering words of comfort. Her jaw was clenched in pain and it was only then that he noticed the midwife between the Viscountess legs. 

“You!” Y/n screamed accusingly, managing to point a finger at Anthony with hatred. “You did this to me! You will never ever put your hands on me again!”

“I-” Anthony was at loss of words. He knew that his wife was in pain, and looking like she was ready to kill, so he just nodded his head in agreement. He took slow hesitant steps towards the bed, hoping to comfort her without dying. “I’ll never touch you again, my love. How are you feeling?”

“How do you think I’m feeling? I’m pushing your child that inherited your big head out of my lady parts! So tell me, my dear husband, how am I feeling?”

“Like you are giving birth?”

“Anthony...” his mother whispered while shaking her head in dispair. “You should leave the room. Your brothers must be coming to keep you company. We shall call you when the child is born.” 

“I’m not leaving my wife.” was the only thing he said with firmity, holding Y/n’s hand and kissing her soft skin gently.

She turned to him, a change in her demeanor, eyes full of tears of terror. “I’m scared, Anthony. It hurts.”

“I know it hurts. It’s okay, love. You will be alright and then we will have our child with us.” he whispered. A feeling of guilt washed through him. How could he have made his wife suffer through childbirth? “You are the bravest person I know. So so much braver than me and everyone else. I’m so proud of you.”

"I can't do this. It hurts too much. Make it stop, Anthony, please." Y/n cried.

It was only then that Anthony saw the look in his mother. She was worried, exchanging looks with the midwife. And as much as the Viscount would like to also show his anguish, his first priority was to comfort Y/n. "It's going to be okay, my love. Just a little longer, you're being so strong."

But she no longer had the strength to respond. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open and she just wanted to sleep to escape the pain. Between her legs, an increasingly larger pool of blood was forming. Anthony's eyes were wide and there was enormous pressure in his chest. It felt like I was running out of oxygen, and it only got worse when Y/n finally gave in to unconsciousness.

"What's happening?" he whispered, looking in alarm first at Violet. Afterwards, he turned to the midwife furiously. "What's wrong with her? Help her! Do something!"

"Anthony, you need to leave." Violet advised, trying to remain calm for everyone's sake. Anthony was becoming more and more desperate, tears falling from his eyes as he grabbed his wife's hand tighter and brought it to his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Viscount Bridgerton, the baby is in pain. You won't want to see what I'm going to do. I promise I'll try to save both of them." the midwife said, taking a small knife and flying it over Y/n's stomach.

"If you need to choose, save my wife's life." Anthony begged, now more desperate as his mother called his brothers to take him out of the room.

"Anthony..."

"No, mother, you save my wife's life!" Benedict and Collin grabbed the man by the arms and began to carry him outside, despite Anthony's struggle. "You hear me! My wife is going to survive! Let me go! Mother, save Y/n!" he shouted before the door closed in his face. 

The last thing he saw was the woman making the cut on Y/n's stomach, who woke up with a jolt. She then let out a scream that would torment Anthony for the rest of his life.

With a cry of anger mixed with sadness, Anthony broke free from his brothers' grip and put his hands to his face. He didn't want to think about the possibility of losing the love of his life. He simply couldn't take it.

"Wow, Anthony, calm down." Collin whispered when Anthony, in a rage, threw a punch against the wall. "The Viscountess is a fighter. If anyone is capable of overcoming this, it's her."

"You don't tell me to calm down, Collin. Not when my wife is in that room fighting for her life over something I did." he cried, jaw shaking and eyes red that only showed the immense pain he was in. He sat on the floor, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. "I need her to live."

"And she will live, brother. I will bring a drink, and we will wait together for news." Benedict said, rushing to bring the alcohol when Y/n's screams became louder.

On one hand, each scream was like a stab in the heart of Anthony, who was increasingly pale and looked like he was going to vomit at any moment. On the other, it was the only way to know she was alive.

Moments passed. The Viscount didn't know if it had been seconds, minutes or hours. Things seemed to be getting mixed up in his mind. Nothing made sense, not when the love of his life was in the next room in pain and he was away from her. He had to protect her, it was his obligation as a husband. And he failed.

And then came the moment when Anthony's heart stopped. A baby's cry was heard, and he allowed himself to smile a little. He had a son or daughter. A mini version of his wife. And then he burst into tears when Y/n stopped screaming and everything became too silent.

It was uncontrollable. He cried without being able to stop, making it even difficult to breathe in. Anthony refused to believe that he would have to raise this child without Y/n. Without her affection, her kindness, her love. He didn't want to open his eyes and realize that all this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

Benedict and Collin didn't know what to do. But one thing was certain, they would be there to help Anthony with whatever he needed and never let that child forget the wonderful mother he had. Then, Violet left the room holding a pile of blankets that held the baby.

"You have a daughter, Anthony."

He just cried more. His body was shaking and he couldn't even look at his mother and the baby. "Y/n... Is she...?" He took Violet's silence as a yes. "Oh god..."

"Enter the room, Anthony. She is waiting for you."

Anthony had never stood up so quickly in his life. He quickly opened the door, stopping momentarily when he saw the amount of blood on the sheets, but the most important thing was Y/n's half-open eyes. She was alive and looking around the room in confusion.

"Anthony? Where is my baby?" her voice was hoarse and extremely weak.

The man fell to his knees at the edge of her bed, and lowered his head to rest on her chest. A feeling of relief spread throughout his body when he felt the rising and falling movement of her chest, indicating that she was breathing and that it wasn't just his imagination.

"I love you so much." he cried, feeling her hands start stroking his hair. "I'm sorry. You were so brave and strong. I'm so proud of you, my love."

"Where is my baby?" Y/n didn't want to seem like she didn't appreciate Anthony's words because that was a lie. He was the most important person in her life. But at that moment, Y/n just wanted to know where her baby was.

"She's right here, dear." Violet reassured with a smile, announcing her presence.

Very carefully, she passed the child into the arms of her son's wife, her smile widening as the little family was finally together again. The new parents had a gentle smile as they looked at their creation, a new love emerging for this fragile human being.

Anthony kissed Y/n's temple. "We have a daughter."

"She is beautiful."

"She takes after her mother." Anthony quickly said, never feeling so much love as he did in that moment. 

He was extremely proud of Y/n admiring her strength and courage. Now, he was going to protect his two girls until the end of his life. Nothing was more important than his family.

[ghouljams]

Regency AU with Price (as always the gif does not represent the reader, only the vibe)

Tags: first meetings, social faux pas, love at first sight, British imperialism mention, classism, a little period typical misogyny, Price keep your hands to yourself please

You've never deluded yourself into thinking you're marriage material, never concerned yourself with your lack of marriage prospects. The child of a doctor with no title to his name, and a midwife with even less. You're in good standing, but you know well enough that among the delicate fingers of the noble ladies, you're a sore thumb.

A captain is certainly out of reach for someone like you. You don't mind, of course, you're perfectly content to remain single and eventually take over your father's practice. Still, you do look up with the rest of the crowd when the announcement is made. Captain John Price. He's young. Too young to have made such a commission, but his eyes are old and the stern set of his brow, the tight lipped smile, speak to a man who has seen more in his short life than most men will by 80. His eyes meet yours and you look away, snap your fan open to distract yourself from the boiling heat of the greenhouse the party is being held in. That must be what makes your skin prickle.

You bemoan the fact that your friends have lost all interest in conversation in favor of tittering over the new arrival.

"Fresh from the colonies, I hear," one of your friends whispers, "he hasn't been home in a good few years."

"I heard he's going to be made a baron," your other friend whispers back.

"I hear he's rot his dick clean off from scurvy," you grumble.

"Did you now?" A voice rumbles with amusement behind you. You squeeze your eyes shut for a brief second and curse yourself before plastering on a smile and turning to face the man of the hour. You flutter your fan in front of your face and hope it looks more demure than your mouth would suggest.

He's better looking up close. His eyes sparkle, and his smile seems less forced, more open. It's the hint of teeth that break up his lips, different from the tightness he'd given upon announcement. You curtsey, as is proper when meet a man above your station, which is just about every man here. Money can buy you an invitation but not the good will other women may have.

"Captain," you have no follow up for that, so you attempt to mean it as a greeting, "I meant no harm."

His fingers tighten around yours when you try to pull them away, but he does straighten up, apparently unbothered by the surrounding crowd's murmurs. He must have hit his head and been sent home due to madness. You're sure that's the only explanation for the heat in his eyes and the smirk on his lips. A man who's lived a life of violence and still holds himself so tall shouldn't bow his head to you.

"Of course not," he holds his hand out, and like a fool you place your fingers against his. He doesn't raise your hand to his lips like so many other men, he bows to it. Bows to meet your knuckles with his lips. Bows with his arm tight behind his back and his eyes lowered. As if you were the queen, and not some doctor's daughter. Your face bursts with heat and you glance around to be sure there aren't any eyes on you.

"Please don't do that," you tell him quietly, whispering it furtively to try and stem the murmurs. His grip on your hand shifts, drops your fingers to hold your wrist.

"Perhaps you'd prefer something else?" He pulls your arm up, turns your hand over to press his lips against the thrumming pulse in your wrist, his gaze holds yours all the while. Your stomach flips pleasantly. The tips of your fingers brush against his dark hair, and you imagine you can feel it through your gloves. "A dance? Or an apology?" He kisses further past your wrist, pulling you closer, "Or perhaps I should be asking for one from you." Another kiss, just below the bend of your elbow.

Was there a crowd? You can't imagine there's anything but you and the captain? No one in the world but the two of you standing in front of each other as his lips skate the top edge of your glove. The feeling of his skin against yours is like touching the inside of an oven, a short shock that makes you want to pull away, a heat that lingers long after the touch is gone. Have you ever wanted to put your hand in a fire so badly?

"Would you like me to apologize?" You ask him, pushing your voice out even past the breathless bubble in your chest. He closes his eyes, tips his head to run his nose against your skin with a sigh.

"Never."

It's so simple a word and yet it drops like a heavy weight into your stomach. It roots you, binds you, when his hand touches the small of your back to pull you closer you go without a second thought. Spellbound.

"God," he breathes, "I'd have come home sooner if I knew you were waitin' for me."

"You don't even know me," You smile, feeling like you've been let in on a joke only the two of you know.

"Oh sweetheart," something in his voice is cloying sweet, something in his eyes -so stormy blue you'd think he bottled the ocean tides just to see through their colored glass- that speaks to a promise you never hoped for, "I've got a lifetime to learn."