#so exited for this circle woooo

[joshsindigostreak]

I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter One

“Touching you makes me die inside”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Notes: I haven't written fanfic in literal years (let alone published anything) and this just popped into my head while on a road trip and I just had to write it down. Huge shout out to Kait @gretasmokerising and Anna @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine for being my soundboard and encouraging me to flesh it out instead of just being an idea in my head. Love y'all so much!

Warnings: not much other than descriptions of blood.

Word Count: 2520

The bar was unusually crowded tonight, a detail you always preferred on nights like these. On nights you only had one thing on your mind. Nights when you needed to feed. It was a chain sports bar, which was a rule of yours: never go to local bars, the smaller the establishment the more likely a local turning up missing would be noticed. Bartenders and owners always notice when their regulars stop showing up. But no one bats an eye when a sports fanatic in a sea of matching jerseys slips off into an alley or stumbles down the street away from the fray, that’s just Friday. 

So there you were, sitting at the far end of the bar where you could get a better view of the room, your finger circling the rim of the vodka RedBull you pretended to drink. Human alcohol was alright, and the concoctions they’d come up with were cute, but it wasn’t anything compared to blood. Nothing compared to blood. You started salivating at the thought of it, your teeth begging to extend from your gums in preparation, but you shake your head and focus once again. 

Your eyes scanned the crowd in the bar, sweeping through the loud and obnoxious patrons hoping to find a target that would satiate your thirst for a few nights. That’s when you heard it, this loud, jovial belly laugh from the corner of the bar. You snapped your eyes towards the source, and you saw him. Big toothy grin, with a gap between his front teeth, the sides of his head was shaved down to the skin, the rest of his hair was curly and clearly picked to death to make it as tall as possible. Poolstick in one hand and the other playfully slapped the arm of the man next to him who was playing with him. You took a sip of your drink as you observed him closely, gauging how drunk he was. Not that it mattered too much, men were easy pickings amongst humans. 

Your heightened senses let you hear what he was saying, and you almost switched your target to someone else when you realized how much of a motormouth he was. But you sighed and continued to listen, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at the inane things he was rambling off. Yeah, you were going to enjoy shutting him up later.  If your stomach could growl anymore, it would have several times by now from the sheer amount of time it had been since your last feed. You were bored now, and needed to set the scene for your graceful exit and hopefully delicious dinner. 

The human turned his head to a person on his other side as they were speaking, and you got a clear view of the side of his sharp jawline, and more importantly, his neck. The only visible scars on him was a small scar on his cheek, the rest of his visible skin was unmarked, unblemished, and that excited you more. It was almost too pretty for what you planned on doing to it, and the visual of his blood running down his neck into his shirt, staining it while the scent filled the air had you nearly launching yourself off that barstool to sink your teeth into him right then and there. 

You shook your head a little to center yourself, you were too old to give into sloppy desires like that. Downing the rest of your drink, you hopped off your stool and quickly plastered a cheerful grin on your face when the bar erupted in cheers at one of the teams on the screen scoring something. You didn’t care what it was, who was who, or what idiotic sport these humans cared about, but you needed to blend in. Raising your arms, you let out the silliest “woooo!” you could muster without embarrassing yourself, while quickly making your way to the other side of the bar where your target remained parked by the pool tables. 

As you got near that end of the bar, you pretended to completely ignore him and his friends. You pretended you didn’t see how his vision snapped to you as you walked by, or how he barely blinked while he watched you stare at the old school jukebox in the corner, looking over the options. You pretended you definitely didn’t see how his grip on his beer tightened as he checked you out. Men were so fucking easy like this, even the undead ones you knew personally. They’d never changed in the three centuries you had been alive. 

You threw a look over your shoulder at the crowd behind you, matching the energy of the room and letting out an airy laugh at what was happening on the televisions. As you turned back to the jukebox, you saw your target walking towards you, nearly stumbling over his own feet to get to you. 

“You’re awfully happy for a girl whose team is losing miserably.” He mused at you with a playful tone in his voice.

You turned to him, slightly confused until you looked over his shoulder at the score and looked down at your shirt. Shit, he was right. It was nothing you couldn’t recover from however, “oh it’s ok, I just like the energy going on...” That was stupid, but he seemed to buy it. 

“Whatcha drinking?” He said pointing to the empty cup in your hand. 

You let out another light giggle, “oh just a vodka RedBull…” 

He immediately turned to the bartender closest to him and ordered you another drink and another beer for himself. As he turned away from you, you noticed the multiple ear piercings in his ear, and tried to check out the metal to see if they were silver or stainless steel. You hoped out of convenience they were stainless steel or even white gold, because silver of any kind burned a Vampire's skin. While it would take a significant amount to hurt you, it was still annoying to avoid minor burns while enjoying a simple meal. 

He turned back towards you, dagger earring swinging as he did so, “I haven’t seen you here before…”

“You haven’t? You must not have been looking hard enough.” Your mouth twists into a smile, not only to make it seem like you were flirting with him but because you could hear his heartbeat hammering in your head. He wasn’t even trying to keep calm in front of you. 

At your reply he started grinning too, giving you a front row seat to a tooth gap that for a human was adorable. You briefly wondered if he was aware of how cute it was but you shook that thought off, you needed to get this done. You looked him in the eyes, just then realizing how intense his stare was. Those big brown eyes of his bore into you, the wheels were turning behind them and you wondered what he was thinking about. It was almost a crime you’d never be able to see how they looked in the sun. You’d never see how the sun would highlight every swirl, every minuscule difference from his left and right eye, all the dimensions of color you could never see in person because of the one thing that could kill you. His eyes were sweet, in a genuine way you weren’t used to seeing in human men. If you hadn’t been starving you’d almost let this one go, and find a legitimate douche to feed off of. But then again, sometimes the sweetness from human nature translated in their blood. It was probably a Vampiric placebo effect, but sometimes you could almost taste someone’s nature in their blood, and this one, this man right here, made you want to test that theory to know for sure. Maybe he wasn’t as annoying as you originally thought while listening to his conversations earlier. Maybe. 

Someone scored, a home run, touchdown, they won the points but you didn’t care, because everyone in the bar except you looked at the TV and cheered. You used this distraction to make eye contact with him once more, it was time to use your Persuasion, it was time to get out of there. With him. 

“Hey…let’s get out here…” as you spoke, you felt your power come from within you and follow your words to him. He blinked once or twice, and nodded slightly and took your hand at once. You realized just then you hadn’t even gotten his name. Good. You didn’t need to get attached to this one with a name. Nearly losing your nerve over his fucking eyes was enough. You hadn’t been a teenager in over 300 years but for a brief second, you felt like one as his hand gripped ours and led you through the thick crowd. 

The two of you made it to the back door, slipping out into the night easily. The door led out to an alley, as cliche as they were to feed in, they were easy to leave humans behind in with no memory of what had transpired. The only light was from a single flickering light bulb fixed above the back door. There wasn’t even a moon out that night. 

He seemed highly amused at the fact he was alone with you, and spun around to face you as soon as the door shut, a toothy smile plastered on his face once again. “I live nearby. We can walk if you want…”

You held his gaze once again, using your Persuasion once again to your advantage. “No…this is perfectly fine…” Grabbing his hand this time, you led him down the alley, further into the dark. There were a few dumpsters on either side that made a perfect barrier hide behind. 

Another round of cheers sounded off in the distance. The bar would be busy for at least another hour judging by the game time when you left, which was more than enough time to feed and get the fuck out of there. You looked up and he’s still looking at you with a dopey grin, the effects of your Persuasion still in effect. 

He looked at you, going from your eyes to your lips, and you did the same to him. You leaned forward, lips softly brushed against his, eyes closing on instinct. The next thing you knew you were getting backed into the wall, the kissing getting messier and more passionate by the second. His front teeth nipped at your bottom lip, a slight noise escaping you at the action. You wanted to reach up and tangle your hand into his curly hair, but he had a firm grip of both your hands at your sides. So you just rolled with it, enjoying making out with this human before feeding on him. And you were about to pull apart to use your Persuasion again to get him in position, to even tell him it wasn’t going to hurt so he wouldn’t scream or be in pain. That was until you felt something-

Burning.

Hot. 

Fucking heat. 

Your wrists were suddenly on fire and you broke away to look down at your wrists being bound by silver fucking handcuffs. The target tightened them down on your wrists as tight as they could go, and when you looked up at the bastard you felt another burning sensation on your neck.

 He was holding a silver knife against your throat. This mother fucker. 

“What the fuck?!”

“Jesus Christ, I thought your file said you were supposed to be over 300 years old and you fell for that?!” He almost laughed as he pressed the knife flat against your skin, the sound and smell of sizzling flesh wafting through the air. Of course he had a fucking file. Humans love their stupid paperwork. You were fucked. 

“Yeah your little trick of batting your lashes at me to get me to do what you want didn’t work. Not once.” How in the fuckedy-fuck did it not work?! He was glaring at you now, the sweet grinning man you found in the bar was gone, at least on the surface. Those big brown eyes of his looked nearly black now, the grip he had on one of your wrists tightening even more as if he was trying to click the cuff even tighter, burn even deeper into your flesh. 

He was one of them. For every supernatural creature there were humans that hunted them. And this wannabe Dean Winchester clearly hunted vampires. It had been awhile since you had run into a hunter. At this point of your undead life you formed your own set of rules to keep you out of trouble. However, you played them all to a T tonight, and yet here you were, up against the wall being subdued by the supernatural equivalent to a boy scout. 

The adrenaline was rolling through your body as you narrowed your eyes, and if you had had the strength you would’ve strangled him already. 

“Fine. Fine! Just let me go and I’ll fucking leave the city and no one has to make a mess out here.”

“You think I’m letting you go anywhere when there have been bodies piling up left and right between here and 3 counties over?” He snarled out, leaning even closer to your face. 

Bodies? You hadn’t fully killed anyone around here. Not yet anyway. To the brink of death, sure, you weren’t a saint and shit happens, but you definitely hadn’t left a trail of bodies anywhere. What the fuck was he talking about? But you didn’t care that much, you needed to get the fuck out of there before anyone saw. 

“Listen you’ve got the wrong Vampire here I-“

“The wrong one? You were literally about to feed off of me. Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing for a second. As soon as you walked into that bar I knew what you were. Your kind isn’t very subtle, especially the older ones. You have to work on that act of yours, sweetheart. It wasn’t as convincing as you’d think.” The grin was back, but it was cocky now and paired with an obnoxious dimple in his left cheek. This asshole. 

The cheers erupted again, causing you both to look up at the sound. This was your chance. You still had enough strength in your legs to stoop on his foot with your full weight, causing him to lose grip on the knife and for you to knock it out of his hand with your useless hands and to skirt around him. You took off as fast as you could. Not as fast as your typical speed would allow, but faster than a human. Faster than that dickhead. 

You had to get these cuffs off of you as soon as possible, and you had to make sure you never saw that douche again, or else you might actually kill him this time. 

Part 2?

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[crastlefolke]

no no you dont understand i adore skizz and mumbo's brief team-up in last life:

-bumping into each other at the rocktapus which tango built right at the start. mumbo freely admits to stealing from it regularly to which skizz is like "huh tango was wondering where his stuff went" and proposes they team up.

-trying to barter, then threaten, tango out of his enderpearls.

-"this is the worst fight ever skizz- we are the least threatening people [...] hey skizz look what i've done i've planted wild berries on his exit!" "NICE! you're in trouble now buddy!"

-coming up with ways to be "extra evil" and despairing that they aren't at all menacing

-the goat convo: skizz: i did some damage, i don't blame you at all- lizzie: you blew up a goat. skizz: i- yeah i did. mumbo, scandalised: wait skizzle, you blew up a goat? skizz: well... its was a misfire on the tnt canon... mumbo: you didnt tell me this before we became friends- this- this is the sort of information that you kind of bring up at first meeting- *cut* mumbo: - i can't believe you blew up a goat-

-accepting a trade to do the "easy and consequence free" task of killing etho in exchange for obsidian, despite already having stolen tango's diamonds for a pickaxe so they could mine the obsidian on top of scars hill.

-"when mumbo and i get the jump on etho and he kills us both are you gonna feel a little bit bad?"

- this fucking conversation: mumbo: why did i do this deal for obsidian? we literally crafted me a diamond pickaxe and we were going up here to get obsidian. skizz- why didnt you stop me, why didnt you stop me from making that deal? skizz: i- i dont know what i was thinking- mumbo: i got excited! i got excited at the prospect of a deal and having my southern friends again! no!

-trying to sneak about but mumbo blows up creeper revealing them instantly much to skizzle's annoyance. "i- oh -what- that was not covert at all! put on some slippers-"

-apologising for intruding then taking it back cos they're supposed to be mean red lives

-"OH YOUR MESSING WITH KATNISS EVERDEEN HERE! WOOOO"

-*dramatic music stops as skizz destroys crops* "am i gonna be a nice guy and replant this?" "...no! absolutely not" *dramatic music continues*

-trying to threaten team B.E.T who just scoff at them

-"can you just give us a vote of confidence for once"

-mumbo: skizz, i will see you in a little bit, i've got some errands and things to run- skizz, stuck on top of a pillar with grian's angry wolves circling around him:

this all happens in like fifteen-ish minutes btw. i wish they stuck around longer they may not have been the most competent but they were the most comical.

[bnhatrashcanons]

Hi!!! Since the ask is open can you do one with sero, where his so clearly like each other, but are too nervous to ask. So the bakusquad set them up on like a date or hang or something and it totally works. PLS also I really like your work. Please keep going!!😘

if i get a request and it says the name ‘sero hanta’ in it theres a 99.9% chance im gonna do it.

genre: this is pure fluff ok i promise

“Come ooonnnnn!!! Just tell her, ask her out!! It isn’t that hard you big dummy!!” Mina whined, pulling on Sero’s jacket sleeve, to which he just huffed a bit. 

“No!” Sero hissed, pulling his arm away from Mina, straightening out the fabric. Mina pouted, stomping her foot a bit. Kiri and Kami let out a unison sigh. “What?”

“You’re hopeless,” Kirishima huffed, placing his hands on his hips. Sero’s brows furrowed together. Nodding, Kaminari crossed his arms across his chest.

“What does that mean?” Sero inquired with an arch of the brow.

“It means you’re a fucking idiot,” Bakugou bit, not even looking up from his book. Sero jumped a little at the sudden harsh language.

“That could have been worded nicer,” Kaminari chuckled.

“Shut up. He knows it’s true,” Bakugou’s tight gaze flickered upwards towards his group of friends, which sent chills down their spines. “What the hell is the worst that could happen?”

“They say no and our friendship is ruined forever?” Sero’s voice caught in his throat at the prospect of their friendship being ruined. Bakugou just rolled his eyes. Sero looked back to where you were sitting, face buried in the book you were reading. “Besides, she’s studying right now. This isn’t an appropriate time to ask her out. And we should be studying too.” Grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, Sero turned to exit the library. “I’m headed back to my dorm room.”

Mina watched as he exited with a pout, wanting to scream out loud about how dumb her friend was. But this was a library, so she’d get in trouble. Out of the corner of her eye, you were there, sitting quietly. With a smile, Mina inched towards the table you sat at, even with Kiri whispering ‘no, Mina, bad’ while she did so. Sliding into the seat in front of you, Mina leaned into the table with a smile.

“Soooo, [Y/N],” She drawled, leaning into her hands. “What are you doing tomorrow night?” You perked up, locks of hair falling into your eyes. 

“Nothing that I know of, why?” You asked with the tilt of your head. Mina beamed. Yes. Yes. This was gonna work. She was a genius. 1/5 intelligence who? Never heard of her.

“The squad was gonna check out that new buffet that opened down the street,” Mina jutted her thumb to where Kaminari, Kirishima, and Bakugou were clustered. Your smile faltered a tad, noting that Sero wasn’t with them. 

“Is Sero gonna be there?” You asked, trying to definitely not show that you might, maybe, kind of, sort of have a crush on him. Mina knew. Once more; 1/5 intelligence who?

“Duh!” Mina grinned. “The squad ain’t complete without him!” 

“Then I’ll be there.” You smiled softly.

****

That night you wore your favorite outfit just for him. It highlighted all the favorite parts of yourself. Walking into the restaurant, you smiled at the quaint atmosphere. It was almost too quaint. Not Mina Ashido’s style. That should have been your first red flag, yet you were too distracted by Sero lazily twirling his finger on the circle of his glass. Oh goodness he was so damned cute. Walking over to the table, you smiled down at Sero. He noticed your presence almost instantly.

“Hey! You made it!” Sero beamed with that show stopping grin. You could swear you felt your heart melt as you slid into the seat in front of him.

“Yep. Of course I did, are you kidding?” You giggled, leaning forward. “Where’s the rest of the crew? Didn’t you come with them?”

“And have to walk and listen to Bakugou scream at Kaminari for ten minutes?” Sero snickered. “No thank you. They’ll show up eventually.”

****

Spoiler alert: they didn’t.

Not that you and Sero minded much of course. Your constant jokes that continued without missing a beat. You were leaning over the table, holding a spoon between your fingers and trying to get Sero to taste what was on it. 

“C’mon Sero! Just try it! It’s really good I promise, I’m not trying to trick you!” You whined as Sero held his hands up to his face, impeding your ability to shove the spoon in his mouth. Shaking his head with the slightest of smiles, Sero let out a soft groan. 

“Nooo,” He whined almost like a child. “I’m too full,” Sero crossed his arms over his chest. Snickering you leaned back into your seat, sticking your tongue out at him.

“I think you’re just being a pussy,” You taunted. Sero gasped in feigned offence, hand clasped onto his chest. You both stared at each other for a moment, then busted out into laughter. When the laughing dialed down, you fell into a comfortable silence. “You know this was a set up, right?” You asked him, voice so much quieter than usual. Sero’s smile fell, biting down onto his lower lip.

“Yeah, I figured that out a while ago.” Sero admitted, leaning back a little to relax. The silence that followed this time was awkward at best, and the tension could have been cut with a knife. So much began to flurry through your mind. God, that was the worst possible thing you could have said. What if your entire friendship was ruined? Oh God why did this happen. 

“I’m so sorry,” You whimpered. “This was going so well until I brought it up.” Sero’s expression softened, leaning in to grab the hand you left on the table. “I-I guess Mina figured out that I had a crush on you and-and, I guess she decided this was the best way.” Blinking, Sero ran his thumb over the top of your hand.

“Hey calm down, there’s no need to get worked up over this.” Sero tried to reason, but you just shook your head. “Really, I thought this set up was because Kaminari spilled my crush on you to the rest of the group.” You looked up at him, blinking, silent for a long while. 

“You like me?” You squeaked.

“Yep.” Sero breathed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“And all your friends knew?” 

“Mhm.”

There was a third silence, the grip on your hand growing tighter and butterflies began to rise in your stomach. You were back to a comfortable silence, enjoying each others company, reveling in your shared confession.

“So, is this a date then?” Sero piped up, a smirk playing on his face. You nodded. “Okay. Let me rephrase. Does it count as even if they’ve been watching from another table this entire time?” Leaning over, you looked behind Sero to see his group of friends, suddenly smacking their heads into the table. Save Bakugou, who rolled his eyes and bore an expression that read ‘I’m not a part of this.’

“How long have they been there?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I only noticed them an hour ago. Idiots.” Sero hummed with a grin. 

“But they’re our idiots.” This comment forced a loud ‘woooo!’ out of Mina, which got you both to chuckle.

[fatesinthenight]

Their Heroes and Hearts (part 10)

Amy wakes up to Chica licking her hand that falls over the bed. She sits up and looks at Chica who is happily waging her tail. "Good morning bub." Amy pats Chica's head. Amy stretches and gets out of bed, looking around she remembers that she is in Mark's room. She gets out of the room and then uses her own key on the door, opening it to go back to her own room. Amy goes into her bag and gets her clothes noticing that they have been cleaned. She leaves her room and finds Signe coming out of her room.

"Morning Amy." Signe yawns. "I need a good bath about now."

"I know what you mean." Amy saids.

Marzia comes down the hall with wet hair and a towel over her shoulders. "You guys the bath here is amazing! I have never been so relaxed." Maya and Edgar look all cleaned up to. Edgar however is still wet and shakes making water drops fly about.

"I need it." Amy saids heading to the bath.

After Amy and Signe take a bath they head downstairs to meet Marzia who already is eating. Chica and the pugs are buried into their bowls and waging their tails. The girls sit down and eat their breakfast, Amy especially enjoyed her fresh coffee. As they finish they all get up to leave, thank Rosanna and head back out. As soon as they are outside Chica grows back to being a large sweet puppy.

They continue their journey only this time going down the mountain. They carefully go down not wanting to fall over. The hard part was going down the large boulders. Someone would go down first and make sure the others come down safely, Marzia had the pugs jump down and catches them. Chica would go down easily with her size but still be careful not wanting to move any boulders from their place. They reached the bottom faster than when they were climbing up and looked up to see how high they had come from.

"Well that was easy." Signe saids smiling. "Ok Sam where to now?"

Sam points out to some heavy forest. He moves forward guiding them through the thick area. So many trees where ever they look and bushes reaching up to their hips. The trees completely blocked out most of the light from the sun, Amy took out her staff and let the tip of it glow making some light. Sam also glowed up making a zipping stream of green as he zoomed about. The further they went the more darker it became.

"Is it just me or is anymore else feeling something is watching us?" Marzia asks.

"Yea I have been getting that vibe." Amy said looking around.

"Like the further we go down the worse it gets." Signe adds.

They walk cautiously then freeze when they hear a twig snap. Marzia and Signe take out their weapons instantly. They go back to back with Amy looking around cautiously. They hear more snapping and the rustle of bushes. As they look up they find some leaves falling from the trees like something is up there. Chica begins to growl along with Maya and Edgar.

Then they see something, a shadow of a person walking about. It is walking toward them. It comes into the light that the girls have showing itself. They gasp when they see what it is. Felix covered in scars and bleeding out limping to them.

"Marzia... help..." Felix whispers.

Marzia is shaking. "No your not my Felix." She steps away from it.

"Please.. it hurts Marzia..." It reaches out to Marzia.

Just then an arrow zooms out and hits the image of Felix in the heart. Marzia give out a gasp and puts her hand to her mouth. The Felix kneels down looking up at Marzia. "You failed..." It saids and falls over blood flowing out.

Marzia looks at it in horror and begins to tear up shaking. She feels her legs go weak. She knows it is not him but it looked so real... Her head hurts and is beginning to spin. Signe holds her shoulders shaking her.

"Its not him Mazia. It's fake." Signe saids trying to get Marzia to calm down.

"Signe... I'm here." Sean comes out next. He looks unharmed and smiles.

Signe looks at him and tells herself it isn't him but it feels like him. As he walks to her a dagger hits him in the back. His eyes go wide and a second one comes in and gets him in the front. "Signe... why..." He falls over.

Signe is shaking her head and turns away from it. She keeps telling herself it is not him but still she feels scared. Amy knows she is next and sure enough a Mark is stand in front of her. He give her a smile and reaches out to brush her hair from her face. Amy shivers frozen I place because she can feel the warmth from the hand and it rests on her cheek. Just as it is about to tell her something a sword comes in goes through him at his chest. Blood comes from his lips and he falls into Amy, she moves away and lets him fall over on the floor. He looks up at her, "Your too late..."

Amy knows it is a lie and looks at the other girls who are also frozen. "It's just a fake. It isn't real... It isn't real..." She keeps repeating.

As keeps repeating to herself she doesn't notice that as she is trying to relax herself something looms behind her with sharp teeth ready to bite her. It has a face of a woman and has red eyes with flowing black hair. Others just like her loom over Signe and Marzia. They all open their mouths aiming for the girl's neck. Just as they think they have them all the girls turn around smirking and attack the monsters. Amy has her staff light up and hits her monster on the head like she is swinging a bat. It falls back hissing. Signe has her whip wrap at her monsters neck and swings it to the side. Marzia brings out her scythe and swings at her monster slicing off its arm. It cries out in pain curling back into the shadows.

The other two come back at them and Amy concentrates on her staff and creates a light that shines brightly. The monsters shield themselves from it screaming and flow away from them. The girls look around for Chica, the pugs, and Sam, realizing the haven't seen them. They call out for them and hear no response. A small flickering green light comes through in the distance.

"Sam!" Signe races toward him.

The girls find Sam on the ground hurt. Signe holds him in her hands carefully. Chica looks as if she is in a daze and Amy shakes her making her come out of it. The pugs look as it they are sleeping and Marzia scoops them in her arms.

"What are those things?" Marzia asks.

"Those are fear eaters." Amy answers. "They only come out at dark and live in areas like this. They like to prey on anyone they come across and show then things that scare them and when they are lost in it they eat them." Amy comforts Chica. "They don't particularly go for animals so they knock them out so they will not give away their presence. Animals can sense them so they must have gotten to the pups when we walked in."

"What about Sam?" Signe holds Sam close. He looks up at her looking weak.

"Sam is a familiar. They have a lot of energy depending on how much their owner has. They must have taken some from him so he wouldn't warn us. Since Sean is not here his energy can not be replenished as fast." Amy said carefully.

Sam floats up weakly and points to the right of them. "Is that the way out?" Signe asks. Sam nods and falls back into Signe's hands. "O Sam..."

The girls then hear a s hiss from the fear eaters. "They are back! Run now!" Amy yells.

The girls begin to run to the direction Sam pointed at. They feel the fear eaters behind them and  move faster. One comes up in front of them and Signe makes a sword from her handle slicing it. It shrieks as it falls to the side and they run past it. They see a small light, the exit to the forest. Marzia is trying to keep up holding the pugs. Chica comes from the side and scoops Marzia to her back, then Amy and Signe. Chica rushes to the exit as fast as she can, pushing herself having three people on her back wasn't easy. Amy looks back and sees the eaters coming in and shines another light at them making them back away. The light is growing bigger and bigger and the eaters are getting more angry. One grabs at Marzia's foot and she kicks it right in the face. Another tries and manages to get her pulling her down. She throws the pugs up and Amy catches them.

"Marzia!!" Amy yells.

The pugs instantly wake up and jump out of Amy's arms. Amy watches Marzia being dragged into the forest and tries to make Chica stop.

"Keep going!!" Marzia yells out.

Amy looks at Marzia who kicks at the eater and pulls out her scythe. The pugs come to her side and grow as they come beside her. They growl and snap at theaters circling them. The light Amy has is not strong enough to show Marzia as they get father from them. Signe looks back eyes wide as they hear hissing, shrieking, and snapping coming from where Marzia is at. They also hear Marzia's scythe swinging constantly. Then suddenly they look forward seeing more eaters blocking the exit. Chica gathers up energy and lets out a bark making a sonic wave. It opens the exit and makes the eaters scamper off, finally breaking out of the forest into the sunlight.

The girls get off Chica looking back at the forest. They look out scanning for any sign of Marzia coming out and grow more worried as time passes. Signe clenches her fists wanting Marzia to rush out now. Amy tries to listen for Marzia's thoughts but cant get anything.

Suddently they hear a loud slash and see something burst from the forest into the light. Marzia is on Maya's back and had taking a big swing upward cutting down the trees making her own exit. There are eaters grabbing onto her and Maya, they scream and burst as they reach the sunlight. Edgar follows behind kicking off making a large enough leap to land inform of the others. Maya has to make a jump on the top of the trees to make it to them. As they land Marzia is breathing hard and covered in some scratches. She falls over Maya and Signe catches her before she hits the ground. The pugs whimper looking at Marzia and sniff at her.

"Marzia. Marzia are you ok?" Signe asks franticly.

"Woooo I got out." Marzia smiles. "That was easy right?"

[hxveidoneenough]

Not Expecting That (Connor Murphy x Reader) Pt.2

Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader

Prompt: Continuation of Not Expecting That, an au where Connor is going to be a father woooo

Word Count: I have no idea

Warning: Cursing and not proofread

A/N: Should I make a third part? Like with the baby actually there?? Idk I might

“Hey (Y/N), h-how are you doing?” Evan asked you quietly as he stood at the door to the guest room that had been transformed in your room. After you had finally told your parents, they didn’t take it well and kicked you out. Connor had tried to convince his parents to let you move in with them, but they declined and ended up grounding Connor because of his actions. So you turned to Jared for a place to stay, and he managed to talk Evans mom into letting you stay with them.

“I’m okay, thank you Evan, You said as you pushed yourself up out of your bed. It had been about 4 months of living with Evan and the two of you had grown fairly close.

Currently, you were 6 months pregnant with baby Murphy. Connor’s parents had freaked out when they were told about being grandparents by their son who was only just a senior. So your contact with Connor had been little to none outside of text conversations.

“And the uh, the baby?” Evan asked, glancing down at your stomach that was half hanging out of the shirt you were wearing.

“I uh, I think they’re okay,” You chuckled quietly, running your hands over your stomach slowly. Evan gave you a small smile, nodding his head.

“Do you have an appointment today?”

You nodded your head. Today was the day that you figured out what the baby was, and Evan and Jared had managed to talk Connor’s parents into letting him come to at least doctors appointment. They werent happy with it, but they let him come nonetheless.

“Is uh, is Connor p-picking you up or do you uh, need a ride?” Evan asked quietly.

You glanced over at your phone, hitting the home button to be met with notifications, one text from Connor specifically catching your eye. You chuckled, turning back towards Evan.

“Apparently we have to pick up Connor because Zoe took the car and both his parents left without telling him,” You said, glancing up at Evan, “Is that okay?”

“Oh, yeah, uh of course!” Evan nodded his head quickly and you couldn’t help but laugh as you waddled over the man. Evan smiled at you, before the two of you exited the house.

The drive to the Murphy household, as always with Evan, was quiet and full of Evan apologizing for slamming on his breaks on accident. You had gotten used to it at this point, but he never stopped apologizing for it.

Evan parked across the street from the Murphy house hold, and Connor came out the door not even a second later. He slammed the front door shut, stomping over towards the car. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you glanced over at Evan.

“I apologize ahead of time for him.”

“I understand.” Evan said as he jumped at Connor pulling the car door open and throwing his bag into the back seat before he climbed in. It was silent for a few moments after Connor climbed in, but he soon broke it.

“Are you going to fucking drive, Hansen?” Connor asked, and you turned around in your seat, glaring at him. In the 6, almost 7 months that you had been dealing with Connor, you had learned that you didn’t put with his attitude nearly as much as you did before getting pregnant.

“Apologize.” You said, and Connor shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest.

“No, I didn’t do anything.”

“You don’t get to have an attitude with Evan when he’s being nice enough to take us to the appointment. Now, apologize.”

His arms were still crossed across his chest when he mumbled out an apology. You turned back around in your seat, smiling. After that, Evan started off towards the doctor office.

//

The car was parked as you got out of your seat, glancing back through the window to talk to Evan.

“Are you sure you dont mind staying and waiting?” You asked softly, but Evan shook his head.

“No, I uh, I don’t mind.” He said, smiling at you. You nodded your head and stood back up, heading towards the inside of the doctors office. Connor was walking beside of you, his longs legs allowing him to walk beside you even though he was technically walking slower than you were. You didn’t complain though, having tried to keep the arguing to a minimum when possible.

When the two of you entered the office, Connor went and found two seats while you signed yourself in. After you were done, you walked over and sat down beside of the Murphy, pulling your phone out to play on it with.

Connor had done the same, scrolling though his apps. He had opened up his gallery app, when you noticed that there was an album titled ‘Baby Murphy’ and the cover photo was a picture of you with your shirt pulled up. You giggled quietly, and Connor glanced over at you.

“The fuck are you laughing at?” He asked, and you shrugged as you opened your gallery app and showed him that the two of you had matching album names. Connor let a small laugh pass his lips as he nodded his head. “Great minds think alike, I guess.”

You nodded your head as you leaned your head on his shoulder. His eyes slowly glanced down at you, and a small smile tugged on his lips as he leaned his head down on yours. The two of you sat there, scrolling through apps and playing games while waiting for the appointment and when your name was called, you both jumped.

“(Y/F/N)(Y/L/N).” The nurse called out, and you slowly stood up, stretching your arms behind your body. Connor stood behind you while you stretched, before he walked with you to the room. The nurse shut the door behind of her, saying she would be right back as you laid down on the bed.

You pulled your shirt up so that your entire stomach showed, and Connor couldn’t help the small smile that formed over his lips as he glanced at the bump. While he never really talked about it, you knew that Connor was at least a little happy about the situation that the two of you were in. You couldn’t help it, you were too.

Maybe your hatred for the Murphy boy had dissapeared as the two of you went further into this situation. You knew that you were going to be in each other’s lives forever, so you decided that hating him wasn’t something you wanted to do.

The doctor came in a few moments later, a smile on her face as she sat down beside you. The conversation was short as she placed the gel on your stomach, causing a small squeak to pass your lips. Uncharacteristically to Connor, he let a laugh escape his lips.

“It wasnt funny the first time we did this, it’s not funny now Murphy.” You said, playfully glaring at you. He chuckled, but his eyes focused on the monitor behind you as the doctor placed the machine on your stomach and started to move it around. The baby’s heart beat was the first thing that you noticed, and you let a small smile play on your lips.

“And there…” The doctor said as she moved the machine around a little until the baby’s siloute was noticeable, “Is baby Murphy.”

Connor, as ever time that you went to a doctor’s appointment, leaned forward in his chair to get a better view of the baby on the screen. The tough exterior that Connor put up melted to the ground as he looked at ultrasound.

The doctor continued to move the machine around until she was able to find the angle that she was looing for. She paused the screen and went to typing on her computer, smiling as she turned back to Connor and you. She pointed at the screen, the two of your eyes following her finger as she did.

"So, per usual, baby Murphy is being a little stubborn, but I was able to work with her so that we can actually see the sex today.” She said.

“Did you say her?” Connor asked, tilting his head slightly. The doctor nodded her head as she smiled at him.

“Yes! From what I can tell, you two are going to be having a little girl,” The doctor said, “Congrats.”

The doctor continued to print off the pictures and wipe the gel off of your stomach. You stood up and pulled your shirt back down, thanking the doctor for the visit and exiting the office with Connor.

//

You had Evan drop you off at the Murphy household with Connor. You smiled as you entered the household and were met with Zoe sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and her cellphone in her hand. When you walked inside, Zoe smiled at you as she glanced up from her phone.

“Hey (Y/N), how are you?”

“I’m okay. You?”

“Good! How is my niece or nephew?”

“Niece, and good! The doctor said everything looked okay, so that’s good.” You said as Larry entered the room. The man glanced over at you, not bothering to hide the eye roll as he glanced towards your stomach. You were well aware that Larry was especially against the fact that you and Connor had decided to keep the baby, but you were also aware that you really didn’t care what Larry Murphy had to say about you.

“(Y/N).” Larry said, nodding his head in your direction as a greeting. You nodded back at him, as Connor grabbed your hand and started to pull you up to his room. The two of you made it about half way up the stairs when Larry’s voice rang out.

“Connor, remember what I told you this morning.” He said as he walked into the kitchen. You gave Connor a confused look, but he continued to pull you into his room. Once you made it inside, you shut the door behind you and turned so that you could see Connor, who had thrown himself down on the bed. His head was buried in the pillow, and you slowly sat down beside of him.

“Hey, what did your dad mean?” You asked quietly, placing your hand on the small of his back, rubbing small circles. Connor let out a loud sigh as he turned his head so that he could see you better.

“Do you think I’m going to be a good dad?” He asked, seeming more vulnerable that he ever had before. You gave him a confused look as you nodded your head.

“Of course I d-”

“Or do you think I’ll just fuck up the baby, like me?” Connor asked, staring at the wall in front of him. “My fucking problems are just going to rub off on her and goddamn, I don’t fucking want her to feel like this ever. But with a dad like me, who fucking wouldn’t?!” He said, his voice slowly getting louder the longer his rant went on.

Your hand slipped under his hoodie and shirt so that you had your hand on his bare skin, your thumb rubbing small circles on his soft skin.

“Connor,” You started, “The fact that you’re worried at all about how she feels or about if you’re going to be an okay dad at all, proves that you’re going to be the best dad you can be.” You said softly, and Connor let out a loud sigh.

“I’m sorry, my dad just knows how to get the fuck under my skin. He keeps fucking telling me that the baby deserves a better father than me, and that she’ll be better off with someone who isn’t as fucked up as me. But I just… I really fucking hate the idea of someone else raising my child. Like, fuck that shit.” Connor said, and you nodded your head.

Connor glanced up at you before he reached out and pulled you down on the bed beside of him. You let a squeak pass your lips as your fell on your side, glancing over at the Murphy boy. His hair was laying messily behind him, a few strains of it covering his face. His eyes glanced over your face as yours were trailing over his.

“No one ever said that parenting was going to be easy, Connor. But, I honestly believe that you and I will figure this out. Even if we weren’t expecting this. Parents, they fuck up. No one is a perfect parent and we’re not going to be an exception to that. But, I have no doubt in my mind that we’ll figure this out.” You said, giving him a gently smile.

Connor gave you the smallest of smiles as he nodded, placing his hands on your stomach. His eyes trailed from you, down to the bump. But your eyes, they never left him as you watched him smile, lean down and talk quietly to the baby, The hard outside layer that Connor had always fell down when it came to the baby. And you absolutely loved it.

You had started this experience hating Connor Murphy. Having hatred sex with him while a little tipsy. But over these last few months, you had slowly grown to love Connor. You wouldn’t want to be put into this position with anyone else at this point. Sometimes, the biggest surprises are the ones that change your life the most.

[wildfirewritings]

An Empire of War and Ruin - Chapter 1

Rating: Teen and Up (May change later)

Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses, Throne of Glass

Chapter: 1/?

AO3: Here

Summary: She had meant to break the barriers, to allow Rhys and her Inner Circle to flee. She hadn't meant to unlock a power that she didn't know was caging her very soul, tearing her from the world she knows and throwing her into a new realm.

Feyre Archeron - Cursebreaker, Spellbreaker, Converger of Worlds

The only way to uncover where she is, and how to get back home, is by making allies in a torn and broken world, even if that means searching for a lost queen, finding friends in the oddest of people, assisting in a war, and realizing that fae in this realm want her as dead as those in Prythian. (Diverges from the end of ACOMAF. After EOS. Eventual ACOWAR elements)

A little idea I've had for a while. Will I finish writing the whole dang thing? I don't know. But it keeps reappearing in my mind, so...

Deviates from the ACOMAF ending, straight to right after Empire of Storms. As the story progresses, some ACOWAR elements will appear. Woooo.

Chapter One: A Hidden Light

"If you're so willing to hand out bargains, perhaps I'll make one with you.”

Rhys—oh Rhys. Feyre knew him, knew him all too well, knew that he would do any and everything to keep his friends—his family—safe. To keep her safe. The King of Hybern could demand Rhys's head on a silver platter for his friends to have a guaranteed exit, and he would comply. The bounds of his love, of his selflessness, were limitless, and Feyre knew that if she refused to do anything, to let him find some sort of compromise, that there would be sacrifice.

She was healed, overall. Healed from Amarantha, from Under the Mountain, from those innocent lives she had to take. But that didn't mean she could handle whatever plan her mate had.

She couldn't see her family hurt anymore.

Her family, her friends. They were here, bleeding onto the cobblestone, staining the ground a sickly crimson. She had one task, and she failed them.

They didn't need her, not really. She had failed with being an emissary, and failed with the Cauldron. But them...the Third, the Commander, the Spymaster, and the High Lord. The Night Court needed them—Velaris needed them. She wasn't important. And they...they had all given enough.

So she could give up whatever she needed to. Anything to let them escape.

Her eyes flickered from her court, to her mate, to her sisters. They needed to leave.

Feyre was not afraid.

She collapsed on her knees in a spasm. Sobs escaped her gnashing, clenched teeth as she gripped her hair and pulled, the wracks that left her body so violent—

That spell the King put couldn't reach her in time as she exploded, leashed all that she possibly could, into breaking past that choking, iron fist.

Rhys reached for her, but she continued. All of her power reached out into pure, white light. Cleansing, purifying, washing her whole. She reached that flash into every dark corner and nook she could find. Past the spell, past the barriers and glamours...so far and thorough that she could feel something new arise.

It erupted through the room, breaking the wards and anything else it dared touch. She could feel it in the Cauldron, in the book Rhys hid in his jacket...in a fae, like molten lava pooling in her chest.

And in the first time in her life, Feyre felt something unlock within her. A key that unlocked her very soul.

The light was no longer Day's light that she had released for only her mate. It became something different. She could feel it prowl through her very bones, igniting each and every vein in her body, warming her insides until she felt like she was glittering—not like the glow that she released with Rhys in their private moments in the cabin, but...like the sun. Like a star.

Voices—there were voices somewhere. Hisses, cries of confusion and outrage. But they were all so far away, fading away more with each passing second. All she saw was light everywhere, whole, consuming—

“Feyre!”

The last of it released, and she felt herself tumbling into blackness.

The first thing that hit her was the smell.

She knew it well enough. Even before she had fae senses, her human ones could recognize the scent anywhere. Trees, the grass, a light breeze, damp dirt, and moss; a place of hunting and training.

A forest. So familiar, but different enough with the faint smell of the sea to let her know that it was no area she had ever stepped in.

The ground was next. Moist, firm, grass tickling the back of her neck and her ears. Then the sounds of ruffling leaves and buzzing insects.

And a massive headache.

A groan left her stiff lips. She fought to open heavy lids, only to be greeted with a blurry forest and cloudless sky. Another grunt past clenched teeth, and she blinked slowly several times until the view could focus. Tall trees surrounded her, with birds passing by with the flap of wings and the occasional fly flying far too close to her face for comfort.

Every limb in her body was aching and stiff. Even rising to a sitting position proved to be a challenge, arms wobbling and hisses of pain escaping her. Leaves were stuck to her leathers—and probably her hair, too—but she couldn't find it in her to care. Not when everything else was distracting her.

Rhys, Mor, Azriel, Cassian, Elain, Nesta...even those mortal queens and the King of Hybern, Jurian, and Tamlin and Lucien. No where in sight, and not a single sign around to indicate that they were in the area.

And that power that she had unleashed unto the world. She had meant to use it to break the wards so her friends could leave. She had meant to crawl to Tamlin and find a way to make his court fall. She hadn't meant to...do whatever she did.

She looked around, wincing at having to move her neck. Maybe in the midst of all the chaos, she had winnowed somehow. Or maybe Mor or Rhys did...as long as it wasn't Tamlin or Hybern. Reaching whatever magic she had left in her out, she tried to feel the bond, only to be met with...air. Not a wall or a cage, but she felt nothing.

The mating bond...she couldn't feel a trace of it.

 Rhys Rhys Rhys Rhys—

She was so preoccupied in her thoughts, so tired with the new soreness heavily weighing down on her muscles, that she didn't even hear footsteps until they were right behind her.

And the scent...definitely not anyone she knew.

Remaining sitting, she whirled her torso around, body protesting at the movement. There, standing tall, was a fae male she had never seen before, with silver hair, green eyes, tan skin, and tattoos in ruins she didn't understand decorating one whole side of his face, and downwards.

He gripped her shoulder, hard enough on the already aching area that a cry of protest left Feyre's lips. Staring deeper into his eyes, she saw nothing like mercy. Only rage and desperation.

“Who are you?” he seethed. “And who sent you?”

Thoughts??

I don't know, I've seen a lot of things where Aelin ends up entering the ACOTAR world, but I haven't really seen a lot the other way around, where Feyre (and possibly others?) enter the TOG world. I know the first one probably makes more sense (wyrdmarks, wyrdkeys, portals, yada, yada, yada) but I just want to see if I can do this. With it seeming believable.

[hazzamylouworld-blog]

Bad Chicken

Pregnant/Food Poisoning!Harry

"You look beautiful." Louis hums into Harry's ear as the boy looks at himself in the mirror self consciously. "I look HUGE. My belly button is poking out from the front of my shirt, Lou..." Harry whines, attempting to stretch the material of his shirt. "You're eight months pregnant, Harry. I'd be worried if your belly button wasn't poking out of your shirt. Baby boy is big, you should be proud." It's true, Louis and Harry's son to be is already measuring ahead and Harry's belly is so very round. Louis loves it. Harry loves his son...but he doesn't like how he can't fit into any of his clothes anymore. "This is a big night for you...and I look a mess.." The night is big for Louis. He's on the verge of dropping his first solo album and the couple is meeting with his management tonight. Harry couldn't be prouder of his husband. He misses music and recording but he knows that after Oliver is born he'll be back in the studio. For now it's his husband's turn. "You look perfect, Harry. Love watching your belly grow like this." Louis bends down and presses a kiss beside Harry's protruding belly button. He feels a kick and he pouts playfully. "Heyyy Oliver! It's not nice to kick daddy in the lips. Harry giggles. "He's hungry." "I guess we better go then, yeah? I can't have my babies feeling hungry." Louis helps Harry into the car and walks to the driver's side. His heart is racing in excitement for tonight. He never thought he'd be one of the first from the band to release his solo album but his management really believes in him and so does Harry. And if Harry does...Louis can too. He rubs a hand down Harry's belly before taking off towards the restaurant. Harry holds his free hand and rubs his thumb across his knuckles comfortingly. "Nervous?" He asks. Louis shakes his head. "I'm never nervous when you're with me. You give me strength." Harry blushes and Louis smirks. He pulls up to the fancy restaurant and goes to Harry's side, helping him out. "You know I can open a door on my own." Harry sasses with a smile. "I know..but you never have to." They spot Louis' management team as soon as they walk in and shoot them friendly smiles. Everyone on the team stands up and greets them until Harry and Louis sit down. All the ladies rub Harry's tummy and ask him questions about the baby as the men speak to Louis about the latest footie game. Menus are soon brought out and Harry can't stop the watering of his mouth. He can't help it. Every since his morning sickness faded he's been STARVING all the time. And everything on the menu looks so tasty he can hardly wait until it hits his tastebuds. Oliver kicks along happily, for obviously loving all the smells of the food surrounding his daddy. A chicken dish catches Harry's eye and he decides to order it. He's been on a real chicken kick lately so he figures Oliver will love it. And so will he. Everyone at the table orders and the waitress brings out drinks for everyone. Harry pouts at the fact that he can't have a glass of wine so Louis pushes his back and asks for a glass of water too. Harry cuddles into him happily and Louis kisses his curls, rubbing at his tummy. Talk begins about Louis' album and everyone is so entranced and excited that the time slips by quickly and the food is soon sitting in front of all of them. The first thing Harry notices is that his chicken tastes...weird. He doesn't want to say anything though because Louis' management picked the restaurant and he doesn't want to complain. And he HAS to eat. He's made the mistake of skipping a meal before and was struck with the worst migraine he's had in ages. So..he sucks it up and eats the chicken. And two or three bites turns into eating the entire plate full, as his attention soon turned from how much he was eating to all the details of Louis' upcoming album and promo. Soon everyone is done eating and the waitress asks if anyone wants dessert. Harry listens as the whole table orders various sweets and soon feels Louis' eyes on him. Except for the first time ever since becoming pregnant..he doesn't feel like eating dessert. He shakes his head. "I'm good, thanks." Louis gives him a concerned look but Harry shakes him off. Harry lies back in his seat and huffs, rubbing a hand over his belly as an ache settles just behind his belly button. He's not sure if he ate too much or what but his stomach hurts. It's not tightening up or anything so he's not afraid he's in labor but he is uncomfortable. He tries to pay attention to what management is telling Louis but he finds it hard. He presses a hand to the seat and huffs, moving about a bit in discomfort and rubbing a hand over his stomach again. He feels it rumble and groan uncomfortably and when the desserts are brought to the table, he feels queasy. "Wooo..." He breathes out softly, rubbing a hand over his belly and lying his head on his fist. "Want a bite, Hazza?" Harry shakes his head as his stomach groans painfully again. He's really ready to go home. Management continues talking to Louis and Louis is on cloud nine so Harry really doesn't want to stop him but he's starting to feel quite sick to his stomach. It grumbles and groans audible and he leans over, hugging both arms to his tummy. He burps quietly and winces, rubbing a hand over his unwell tummy. That chicken is definitely not sitting well in his stomach. "Lou, m'going to the bathroom.." He mumbles, standing up as his stomach grumbles again. He sees Louis barely nod and waddles to the bathroom, rubbing circles into his stomach. He heads over to the sink and splashes his face with water. "Wooooo...." His stomach grumbles and groans again sending up another burp. Harry feels his skin go clammy and groans, splaying his hand over his stomach. He burps again and his stomach tosses uncomfortably. He feels a sudden heat wave and fans his face. His stomach feels so queasy. He feels Oliver begin to kick and groans as the motion further upsets his stomach. He heads to a stall and pull his pants down in hopes that going to the bathroom will help him feel a bit better. And it doesn't. He groans and rubs his stomach as it grumbles and tumbles nauseously. "Woooo....." He pulls his pants up and flushes the loo before exiting and washes his hands. He burps again and leans over the sink, spitting twice. He stands back up when he feels well enough and waddles back out to the table. He swallows thickly upon sitting down and takes a sip of water, scrunching his nose at his plate. He pushes it forward and rubs his tummy again. He burps sickly and moans, pressing his face into his hands. "Sleepy love?" Louis asks in his ear, making him shiver. Harry just nods although that really isn't at all what's wrong. "Ok. I'll wrap this up, love." Harry just nods, feeling far too unwell to use words. "Thank you so much for meeting with us tonight but we've really got to be going. Harry here is a bit sleepy." The ladies aww and Louis smirks. He throws enough money on the table to cover he and Harry's dinner and a generous tip then stands and shakes every hand. The ladies' press on Harry's belly again, making him burp quietly as the pressure makes his stomach toss about. Louis opens the door for him and kisses his curls lightly as he slowly hops into their car. He presses his face into the cool window and closes his eyes, attempting to take in a few deep breaths. His stomach tumbles and aches and he scrunches his nose, rubbing over his belly button. Louis hops into the driver's seat happily and starts toward home. "I think that went well. The girls ADORED your belly." Louis hums, smiling from ear to ear. Harry's stomach audible grumbles and he curls up slightly, face scrunched. "Ughhh...." He moans, rubbing a circle into his belly. Louis frowns. "You alright babe?" He asks, side eying him at a red light. Harry sighs. "Dinner isn't agreeing with my tummy...." He moans, pressing his arms to his face. Louis places a hand on his belly and gives it a gentle rub. "That's not good..Tummy ache?" Louis says, pouting. Harry groans and nods, shifting in his seat in an attempt to get comfortable. "Babe...Is that why you wanted to leave? You should've told me! We could've left earlier." "No. Didn't want you to miss anything." Louis smiles. "You're too sweet." Harry sits up and grips onto the car seats, leaning forward. "Ugh Louis, how close are we to home?" He mumbles, taking deep breaths in through his nose. Louis bites his lip. "About ten minutes. Why?" Harry swallows thickly and presses a fist to his mouth. "Mm...feel like I might get sick..." "Oh no babe..it's that bad?" Harry closes his eyes and nods, rubbing both hands to his tummy in circles. "Ughhhhh yeah, please hurry...ugh...I feel sick.." Louis turns all the vents over to him in an attempt to make him feel marginally better. He burps sickly and groans, tummy groaning and grumbling audibly. "Almost home, Haz. A bit longer.." Louis coo's, speeding up a bit. He does finally make it to their house and Harry is quick to jump from the car and press his hands to his knees, spitting and dry heaving. He doesn't actually throw up which is good so Louis coaxes him inside. He falls miserably to the couch and pulls his legs as close as he can, presses his arms to his face with a groan. Louis covers him up but Harry tosses the covers off. "M'hot..." "That's ok, love." Louis hums, rubbing his curls. Louis sees Harry's tummy come to life with the kicks of their son and he bites his lip. Harry groans and moves his legs about uncomfortably. "Ughhhhh Oliver not now..." He moans, taking a deep breath. He burps sickly and groans, rubbing his tummy. "Ohhhh my stomach is killing me..." "Should I call the doctor, love? Do you think it's labor?" Harry shakes his head. "No....m'just really, really nauseous....it doesn't feel like contractions. I feel sick." Louis walks to the kitchen and returns with a wet cloth, draping it over Harry's forehead. "Thanks." Harry mumbles. "No problem, love. I'm sorry you're feeling so unwell." They sit in silence for a few moments before Harry sits up and hisses. Louis turns to him in worry and gives him a questioning look. "My stomach doesn't feel right.." "What do you mean?" "Ohhh....I'm about to be sick...." He mumbles, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. Louis' eyes widen and he helps Harry up and into the bathroom where the boy immediately gags and brings up some of his dinner. His poor aching belly presses uncomfortably into the toilet, now far too round to give him much space. Louis feels terrible for him and rubs his back, cooing in his ear. He gives him a glass of water that immediately comes right back. He soon stops and falls back into Louis' chest weakly. "Ready to go back and lie down?" Louis hums, raking through his curls with his fingers. Harry groans and shakes his head. "I don't think I'm done..my stomach is still rolling like mad.." Louis frowns and places a hand to his belly as it grumbles and rolls painfully. "Oh love...your tummy is so upset...do you think you might've just over-ate or ate something Oliver didn't like?" Harry shakes his head. "The chicken..." He gags, pulling himself over to the toilet and spitting again, "The chicken..tasted funny...think it wasn't cooked all the way." Louis' eyes bulge and his hands twitch with fury. "Food poisoning. You...Harry, you have food poisoning?! What are they FUCKING MAD?! You're eight months pregnant! We went to a fucking restaurant that gave you food poisoning?! Oh fuck no..." Harry groans and exhales deeply, holding himself up with one arm as the other rubs circles into his rumbly tummy. "Louis...please." "No..no Harry, this is RIDICULOUS. I'm calling your doctor for an IMMEDIATE house visit and then I'm calling the restaurant to give them a piece of my bloody mind, I-" Harry groans. "Lou, I just want to go to bed...please...I feel awful..all I need a tummy rub for you and some sleep..please.." "I am FURIOUS. This is BULLSHIT. I'm calling your doctor, don't worry love. You'll be good as new soon, ok? We'll never eat at that shit hole ever again."  Louis shouts as he places the phone to his ear. Harry grimaces and rubs his belly, pulling himself back over the toilet as Louis paces the bathroom. He hears Louis speak with his doctor and make arrangements for him to get checked out. Louis disappears quickly after Harry gives another retch. He doesn't come back until Harry is finished vomiting again and lying on the uncomfortable floor on his side, shirtless and rubbing his tummy miserably. "You gave my fucking eight months pregnant husband FOOD POISONING with your food. HE IS HAVING A BABY AND YOU GIVE HIM UNDERCOOKED CHICKEN? Are you trying to KILL MY FUCKING FAMILY?! I should sue the pants off your fucking establishment but-" "Lou...please..." Harry groans from the floor. Louis looks down and bites his lip. "Come on love. Lets set you up in bed for the doctor and I'll grab a bucket." He helps Harry up slowly, still cursing out the poor unfortunate soul on the other end. Harry wishes he would just stop and take care of him. All his yelling is giving him a headache which is the last thing he needs to add to his misery. Louis gets him lying down on his side and Harry groans immediately. "Need the bucket..." He mumbles. Louis hands him the bucket and Harry places it up against his rounded belly, sniffling and spitting into it. He soon begins vomiting again and tears roll down his cheeks. He feels Louis rub his back but he has such a strong urge to push it off. The doorbell rings and Louis finally hangs up on the restaurant and hops off the bed, causing Harry to dry heave again. He's soon able to set the bucket down for the moment and scoot down into bed, one hand on his stomach and the other pinching his nose as he attempts to breathe away the unsettled feeling in his belly. He hears a slight knock at the opening of his room. "Come in." He rasps. He feels two bodies sit on the bed. "Not feeling well, Harry?" He recognizes his doctor's voice immediately and sits up with a sniffle. "No..think I've got a touch of food poisoning." She tuts. "That's no fun at all, especially in this state. What did you eat?" "Chicken.." She nods. "And have you thrown up?" Harry scrunches his face and nods. "Stomach pain?" He nods again. "Ok. There's not too much we can do for this unfortunately. It's just something you have to ride out. A bit more bad news, I'm going to have to put you on a home-base IV for the next couple of days so you don't get dehydrated, ok?" Harry exhales as a wave of nausea hits and nods. "Feeling sick?" Louis asks. "Mm..." Harry nods and a bucket is shoved beneath his mouth. He vomits again and groans as he's hit with stomach pains. "Ugh my stomach hurts..." The doctor frowns. "I bet. Has baby boy been kicking for you since getting sick?" Harry nods. "Not really helping with the queasiness." She laughs. "Still..it's always a good sign when they're moving. I'd like to check his heartbeat, is that alright?" Harry nods and pulls the comforter off his belly. She pulls her Doppler out of her bag and presses around on Harry's grumbling tummy. It groans painfully and rumbles audible and she frowns in sympathy. Harry groans as she presses along as the poking hurts his belly. "I'm sorry..this will be quick.." Soon the room is filled with Oliver's strong heartbeat and even a kick or two to the Doppler. Once she's satisfied, the doctor quits prodding and covers Harry's belly back up. "I'll set you up with an IV and come check on you in two days, ok? I really hope you get to feeling better, Harry. Lots of rest and water, ok?" He nods miserably. Louis lets her out and rushes back upstairs to Harry who's lying back against the headboard. "Ok?" Louis asks nervously. "I don't feel good at all.." "I'm so sorry love." "T's not your fault. What IS your fault is that you made an ass of yourself by calling that restaurant instead of listening to me." Louis looks down in guilt. "I'm sorry...I just...they could've hurt both you and the baby." "I'm glad you care for us but I really only needed a belly rub from you." He mumbles, turning on his side and wincing when the IV pulls on his arm, "I'm going to sleep." He mumbles, putting himself as far away from Louis as possible. Louis frowns. "Still up for that belly rub?" "My belly does still hurt..." Louis smiles. "I know just the thing." Louis rubs his belly until soft snores emit from Harry's lips. It's the most relaxed he's looked all night and Louis sighs in relief. The relief doesn't last long of course as Harry's then up every hour vomiting again but around five AM, Louis is able to give him a glass of water and he holds it down long enough to rest. And that's progress in Louis' mind. But just in case, his hand never stops rubbing his love's rounded belly.