#tw birth complications

[mhathotfic]

Softer but kinda sad Dabi thought.

Quirkless single father au where he left street life behind because someone had to take care of his daughter. He never saw himself being a father, didn’t even think he wanted kids, but her mother passed from complications during birth and now all they have is each other.

Now, how the hell do you be a good father when yours was a pice of shit and the one of the only good thing about you passed trying to give your second good thing about you?

Maybe you, his nice new neighbor can be his new good. Well, maybe give it some years for him to grieve and get his shit together first.

[goddessofroyalty]

Hey uh… story prompt? If you like it, I mean. I’m sorry if not, and it’s totally okay of course! But maybe Viktor post delivery, but it was a difficult one so he is either delirious, in a lot of pain, or shivering from blood loss. Just some good old fashioned hurt/comfort with Jayce taking care of Vik and the baby and Viktor trying to hold it together but he’s really scared of dying now. If death is in the cards or not in that scenario I leave up to you of course. I just enjoy the way you write them so much and you asked for prompts so, uh… yeah. Thank you for writing in general. You really made me feel less awkward about liking mpreg, honestly.

~V⚙️🔩

Try this again on the right prompt. Also AO3 link.

Tags: mpreg, post-childbirth, birth complications (Viktor’s fine at the end though)

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Jayce feels Viktor’s hand twitch in his own that is holding it, waiting for his partner to wake.

He squeezes back as Viktor’s eyes flicker and open and Viktor groans.

“Jayce?” Viktor asks, his voice scratchy.

“I’m right here,” Jayce promises, shifting over in the hospital chair to be closer. “How are you feeling?”

Viktor seems to consider the question for a minute.

“Sore,” he settles on. “What happened?”

“They rushed you into surgery right after he was born.” Jayce doesn’t fully know why either. It had been clear the birth had been difficult for Viktor. And it certainly hadn’t helped Jayce’s anxiety how Viktor had been wheeled from the room almost as soon as their son had been born, leaving Jayce with the nurses and their new child.

Viktor was back now though and awake so surely whatever the danger had been had passed.

“Ah,” Viktor says. “I think I do remember that.”

He takes his hand from Jayce’s to brace himself as he adjusts to sit up in the bed, hissing as he does.

Jayce moves closer to help him up. A hand against Viktor’s back and chest to stabilize him, moving the pillows to help support Viktor once he is seated.

“The doctor’s said you should take it easy,” Jayce says, pulling away to give Viktor space while being close in case he needs anything.

Viktor nods stiffly, his eyes tightly shut and muscles tense as he licks his lip.

“Do you need a drink?” Jayce asks because he can tell Viktor isn’t comfortable and the doctors had mentioned he would be dehydrated from the anesthetic.

“No. Ah- Can I have my child?” Viktor asks, his voice soft.

“Yes of course.” Jayce hadn’t wanted to just hand their new son to Viktor he case he had a difficult wakeup from the surgery. But if Viktor wanted to meet him than Jayce would get him for him.

“Thank you,” Viktor says softly as Jayce carefully picks their son up from the hospital crib, still terrified he will somehow hurt him, and brings him over to Viktor.

Viktor weakly reaches up to accept their bundled child.

Jayce helps to keep him supported as Viktor brings him close. Only letting go once Viktor seems settled with their son in his lap, Jayce sitting on the edge of the bed to be close to them both.

“He’s apparently a perfectly healthy boy,” Jayce says. Unable to help himself but reach out to stroke his son’s cheek as he talks about him. Their son finally able to see the person who carried him for the first time. Viktor had rushed out earlier before he had a chance.

“I- good,” Viktor says, his voice uneven and Jayce figures it is just from the anesthetic.

Viktor curls down around their son, his shoulders shaking as he lets out weak sobs.

“Hey,” Jayce says, resting his hand on Viktor’s shoulder in what he hopes is comfort. “What’s wrong?”

He gets that being able to hold their child is emotional. The wave of love something Jayce himself had never felt. But there is something about how Viktor is that makes Jayce feel like there’s something else as well.

“I… don’t feel right Jayce,” Viktor says, his head still bowed to their child.

“Do you want me to get the doctor?”

“I- please.”

“Of course.” Jayce would do anything to help Viktor feel better. “Do you want to keep holding him while I do or-“

“It is probably safer if you take him back,” Viktor says because his hands are shaking as he weakly tries to sit up again.

“Okay,” Jayce says, moving to help Viktor sit up and gently take their son back. Pressing a kiss to Viktor’s head as he does. “You’ll be okay alright?”

Viktor doesn’t say anything just winces as he relaxes against the pillows.

Jayce puts their son back into the hospital cot to go get the doctor but picks him up as soon as he returns. Holding him as the nurses showed him as the doctor examines Viktor.

“Is he okay?” Jayce asks, when he sees the doctor’s brows furrow.

“He will be but I might see if surgery can fit him in and put him on an antibiotic drip for the next couple of days,” she says. Which doesn’t sound good and Jayce can see Viktor’s eyes tracking patterns on the ceiling while listening.

“Okay,” Jayce says because there isn’t anything else that can be said.

He moves closer to Viktor once the doctor leaves to go organize what they need. Reaching out to take Viktor’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

“Is there anything you want me to do?” Anything that could make Viktor more comfortable or the situation better at all.

“No,” Viktor says with a weak shake of his head.

“Okay. Do you want to hold him again?”

“I might drop him.”

“No you won’t. I will be right here to make sure of it,” Jayce promises, bringing their son over to Viktor.

Viktor clearly isn’t still sure but he weakly lifts his hands to take his baby. Just as promised Jayce keeps his hands in place, holding Viktor’s hands in his own as Viktor holds their baby.

He can feel the tremors in Viktor’s hands for it.

When he looks at Viktor’s face all he sees is pale exhaustion.

He wonders if there is anything he can do to get Viktor into surgery sooner.

“Jayce,” Viktor says after a couple of minutes of just holding their son.

“Yeah?”

“Can you get me one of the extra blankets? I’m cold.”

“Sure. Do you want me to take him while I do?” It would be harder, of course, to balance holding their fragile newborn son while getting the blanket but Jayce doesn’t want to make Viktor feel like he’s at risk of hurting their child either.

“I should be okay for a minute,” Viktor decides after thinking about it.

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Jayce gently pulls his hands from under Viktor’s to get the blanket that is thankfully folded up on the vacant chair in the room. Viktor is starting to shiver by the time Jayce is covering him with it.

“I’m going to go get the doctor again,” Jayce says, gently running a hand through Viktor’s hair. He knows birth isn’t easy but it doesn’t feel right for Viktor to be this weak.

Viktor nods weakly at it. Letting Jayce gently take their son from him to place back into the hospital cot.

Jayce goes to get the doctor and ten minutes later Viktor is being wheeled back into surgery. Leaving Jayce alone with their newborn son again.

“He’ll be alright,” Jayce promises their son as he holds in in his arms to give himself something to do. Even if he feels like he’s trying to reassure himself as well. “He’s not going to leave us that easily.”

Two hours later Viktor is wheeled back in. A collection of tubes connected to him.

It takes him even longer to wake up than it did the previous time.

“How are you feeling?” Jayce asks when Viktor’s eyes flutter open again.

Viktor just winces and shakes his head.

“Just focus on resting.” They don’t need Viktor to push himself harder than his body can currently handle just so Jayce can talk to him.

 Viktor nods before drifting back to sleep. Leaving Jayce to watch the IVs slowly drain into his partner and care for their child. His only company the nurses and doctors that come in to check Viktor’s vitals.

Viktor eventually wakes again as Jayce sits by his bedside trying to keep their son settled.

“Jayce?” Viktor asks. The color looking at least slightly returned to his skin and eyes more focused.

“Right here,” Jayce says, same as when Viktor woke up from his first surgery. He hopes it won’t happen a third time. “Are you feeling better?”

“A little,” Viktor says, turning his head to look at Jayce and their child, smiling weakly at them. “How has he been?”

“A little unsettled,” Jayce answers honestly. “I think he’s worried about you. Or maybe he’s just picking up on my worry.”

Viktor gives a hum at it. Reaching out with his hand to touch his son. Jayce immediately bringing the baby closer so he doesn’t have to stretch as far.

“Sorry for worrying you.”

“Don’t. You don’t need to apologize Vik,” Jayce says, trying to fight the tears gathering in his eyes. Viktor doesn’t need to know just how worried he was. “I’m just glad you’re okay. You are okay right? Do you need me to get you the doctor again?”

Jayce would. And he would continue to do so until Viktor was better.

“No. I think I’m okay now,” Viktor says before wincing as he tries to shift. “Ah, I mean I just need to rest.”

“Okay. Tell me if you need anything.” Whatever it might be Jayce would get it.

“Your hands are already full as is,” Viktor says, with a nod to their child in Jayce’s arms. “I am sorry I’m not of more use.”

“You already did enough,” Jayce says. Viktor had carried their child for nine months and the toll from their birth was the reason he was still in the hospital bed with all the cords attached to him. “I can take it from here.”

“Not entirely I hope,” Viktor says. “We are partners are we not?”

“We are.” Partners in Hextech. Partners in life. And now partners in parenthood. “Once you’re better though.”

[homoquartz]

horror movie birth/rebirth was a touching story of lesbian motherhood tbqh

[justicode]

And, Samara becoming a Justicar is also more layered than it seems. Yes, she’s sworn to hunt Morinth down — that was the catalyst event — but there’s more to it than that. Becoming a Justicar is brutal. The majority do not survive training, and those who do are utterly bound to the Code. They foreswear families, homes, and all worldly possessions aside from weapons and armor. They are solitary and ever-moving. I'd even say that, although they're termed a monastic order, they're not monastic in the traditional sense. Meaning they're connected to the Ardat-Yakshi monastaries but they themselves do not maintain monasteries. So there's no home, no rest, no security of any sort for them. Life as a Justicar is uncompromising, and all who pursue it will die violently. There is no peace for them.

So becoming a Justicar is about more than bringing Morinth to justice. Samara choosing to kill herself rather than be forced to kill Falere drives this home. She says that recent events have reminded her why she became a Justicar in the first place. While it could be said this is a matter of righteousness, it is not the righteousness of inflicting punishment but of submitting to it. It is punishment for herself.

Samara blames herself for all of her children being Ardat-Yakshi. It is a condition that occurs only in pureblooded asari, and not only are her children pureblooded but so is she. She blames herself for them being condemned to life in a monastery. She blames herself for the sacrifices Rila and Falere have had to make to live there. She blames herself for Morinth feeling compelled to flee in order to maintain her freedom. She blames herself for each life Morinth has taken since.

Becoming a Justicar does more than give Samara the necessary training to hunt Morinth down. It also ensures that she will suffer as her children suffer. None of her children may live freely, not truly. Rila and Falere are watched constantly in the monastery and have every hour of their day scheduled. They may never go out and build lives of their own. They have few, if any, personal possessions. Even their wardrobe is restricted to the same garb the monastery provides to all of them.

Morinth might seem to be free, but she is alone. She leads a violent and chaotic life — always on the move, always hunting and hunted. Yes, she is the one creating that violence and chaos, but it's still the fact that . . . even if she had submitted to the monastery like her sisters, she would not have had a normal life. This is not to woobify her, though. As Samara puts it: "Morinth is a tragic figure, but not a sympathetic one."

Thus Samara denies herself all the things her children cannot have. No family, no home, no worldly possessions, no safety or stability. She will die violently and alone. Even bringing Morinth to justice is about righting a wrong she created.

[bakura-koneko]

TW: Birth Complications, S—ual assault

Anyways, Yugioh headcanons for the mpreg family au

Edited to add: Akefia was actually 27 at Abayomi’s birth. Not 28

[thestressedsimmer]

While the duties of being part of the Queen's Court loomed ahead of her, Joan enjoyed the precious time with her newborn before she would be handed off to wet nurses. She knew some noble ladies had their children tended to by servants even in their confinement, but she had never been one of them.

While nursing Wyolet, she felt an odd sense of dizziness. She didn't even notice the wetness running down her legs, she just realized that one moment she was okay and the next she felt faint.

Quickly, she put the baby down, weakly calling out her midwife's name.

By the time that the woman got there, Joan had already started to faint and there was a pool of blood on the floor. The newborn started to cry - probably because her feeding was stopped early, but it was hard not to feel like she was stressed about her mother's condition.

Easing the woman onto the ground, the other woman rushed to have someone move her onto the bed so she could work to try and stop the bleeding.

Luckily, the bleeding was gotten under control before Joan could pass into the Watcher's embrace. It was a close call and she still was weak, but it was nothing that some rest couldn't fix.

"You are to stay in bed," the midwife lectured. "If you need the baby, I will bring her to you. You will have to rest if you hope to see her become a lady."

"I understand." Joan said with a little smile. "Thank you for helping me."

"Of course, my lady. It is my job."

[maybe-your-left]

what goes up must come down - chapter eight

Summary: Kylo raised a brow, “Do you still want ice cream today?” 

“Yes please.” 

“Then get your dirty ass finger off that dress.” 

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These sheets are too silky, too soft, too… too much? 

Your hotel bed sheets would’ve been more gritted, maybe would've caught on your skin while you tossed and turned throughout the night. Gaze across the dimmed room at your sleeping baby's face, cherub cheek squished against the low thread count pillow. 

Instead of lying on your back and staring at the ceiling fan on a low hum, you laid in a pitch black room. 

A large california king four poster bed, sleek black wood. An abundance of silky pillows that cupped the back of your head, enough room for you to spread your legs before brushing a cold calf of another person. 

Snoring like a buzzsaw going through a plank of wood, followed by snorting that could wake the dead. 

Even a black shade over his eyes, smelling like burgemont and cloves. Too good for a man who spent a good quarter of your life making it a living hell. 

God, you remembered what it was like falling asleep with him when you were younger. 

He was riddled with night terrors, waking up screaming so loudly he burst blood vessels in both his eyes. While you were so tired from medications to keep you asleep through the ramblings. 

Throwing punches in his sleep, walking around your dorm room in the dead of night. Pushing open doors to rooms that were locked, once he was almost arrested for trying to get in someone’s room when you burst out and woke him. 

Having to wrap your arms and legs around him to calm him down, don’t ever wake a sleep walker. 

You turned your head to look at him now, older. Wiser, softer even, when you thought he would be a jagged mess of what he once was. 

As bruised and bloodied as his under eyes betrayed the first few mornings you were at Niagara. 

He looked so defeated. 

But now, you saw the profile of a man who was sleeping serenely. Calm and collected, aside from forgetting to invest in a breathe-right nasal strip for his fucking snoring. 

You signed, slapping your palms over the covers in a huff. You couldn’t sleep, not with the earlier events of the evening playing on repeat in your mind. 

The cheek kisses, calling you Angel by mistake, Nyx dropping daddy on him. 

You used to be his saviour, his miracle, his angel. Sent down to help him become someone worth living, he would whisper it between showering your lips with kisses at the end of every night. 

Pressing you up against the flimsy wall of your first apartment together, hiking up your leg to wrap around his hip before grinding down. 

Angel-my love-my perfect one. 

I love you so much. 

Don’t ever forget that, no matter what happens. 

You remember what he did when you found out Nyx's gender, he got down on his knees. Gripping your sides with the shakiest of hands and ripping your shirt over the barely there bump. 

Pressing featherlight kisses to the stretching skin while silent tears fell from his eyes. 

Another gift. 

You took a sharp breath, snapped out of it by a particularly harsh snort. Kylos head whipped to the left, the black silky covering his eyes staring straight through you. 

A small fingertip came up to caress his cheek, Nyx looked so much like him. Your heart thundered in your chest as you smoothed over his jaw, towards the sharp angle of sunken flesh. 

Dusted pink and purple from how deep it cut through flesh and bone, right under the eye shade. And across his right brow, you traced the line softly. Wishing you had been there when it happened, like when all his previous injuries happened. 

When Kylo was younger, he had fallen in with the wrong crowd. Calling you one night and explaining he had been stabbed and had to go to the hospital. 

You drove there shaking, in your tiny college car. Barely knowing him other than the first few weeks of steady fucking, he was in an alleyway across town. Back behind a dumpster, his black tank top was soaked with blood and he was paler than usual. 

You’d helped him to the hospital, held his hand while he got stitches. Pretending like he wasn’t crying when they asked for his emergency contact and he had no one, not even a sibling or cousin who could be called about the attack. 

He was alone, except for you. 

“Stoppit,” Kylo grumbled in his sleep, twitching his cheek, “Itches when you touch.” 

“Sorry,” you whispered, petting his cheek one more time before settling back down. 

He sniffled loudly, pulling away his mask before blinking a few times. Locking eyes and sighing before he moved his cheek away from your fingers. 

“Why are you still awake?” 

You shrugged, moving to touch him again. “How’d you get this, Ky?” 

“Will knowing make you fall asleep?” 

“I don’t know…” 

Kylo hummed, rubbing his face and massaging the scar in question. Sighing once more, “I got in a fight…” 

You rolled your eyes, rolling to your side so your body faced his. “Obviously, how else would someone get a scar like that?” 

He shot you a glare. 

“When did it happen? You didn’t have it-“ you stopped, not wanting to taint the mood with the memory of you leaving. 

“About two years after you left,” he scratched his cheek, “Wasn’t a fun day.” 

“I bet…” 

Kylo rolled closer to you, enough for you to really take stock of the scar. How jarred and deep it really was, had to hurt badly and clearly he didn’t take care of it when it happened. Your hand came up aside from him flinching slightly and started touching it again. 

Softly kneading the muscles of his cheek, “What happened, Kylo?” 

“I got in a fight,” he started again, “And it was with my old man, about a week before he passed away. It festered and pussed and bruised because I didn’t let anyone take care of it until I had to go to his funeral with my eye closed shut from infection.” 

“Oh shit-Han did that?” 

He made a noncommittal noise, moving his face from you again. “Wasn’t his fault, he tried to apologise for it afterwards but I was so mad. All I could think about was how no one cared about me, how my own father scarred me because he was afraid of what I might do.” 

“I care about you,” you whispered softly. 

“Not then,” he whispered back, eyes turning glassy like your own, “You weren’t there, and that’s all I could think about. How if you were there you would’ve told me that it made me handsome, and that it was okay, and you would’ve helped me clean it or bring a sorry present to him. But you weren’t there, and that broke me.” 

“Kylo,” you took a sharp inhale, launching forward and into his chest. Wrapping your arms around his neck and proceeding to cry into his skin. “I’m-so sorry, I’m so sorry, I-I” 

“I know you are.” 

Big hands cradled your skull, rocking the two of you back and forth in a tight embrace of tears and apologies. You pressed soft kisses along his cheek, running up and down the length of the scar. Pulling back to search his eyes, you whispered, “Will you kiss me?” 

Kylo took a deep breath, sharp enough for you to feel the air sucked from your lungs. Licking his lips before glancing at yours, open and waiting for an answer. 

“Please-“ 

Sealing your own with his, he stopped your plead. Both of you inhaled sharply at the first taste in so long. A tongue licking at your lips for entrance, you opened slightly. Choking a little from the tears mixed with passion, Kylos tongue plunged inside. 

The taste was sharp and absolutely perfect, you moaned. 

Throwing your arms around his neck, Kylos left hand cradled your skull. Keeping you still while you moaned in bliss, other gliding down your cheek to your jaw and neck. Squeezing slightly, you gasped, lips pulling away with a string of spit connecting, “Fuck, Kylo-I…” 

“I know,” he whispered again, pushing you into the mattress softly as he climbed over you. “It’s alright, it’s going to be alright.” 

You nodded, “I need-“ 

Kylos body pressed into yours, the weight a comfort that you desperately needed. Digging into his bare shoulders while you kissed at his lips over and over. It was what you craved, wanting everything he could give you. 

His hand left your throat, slipping under the covers stretching to the hem of your nightgown. Tugging it up over your hips, you whined and lifted to help him on his quest. The touch of his fingertips hot on your cold skin, sending sparks of arousal through you until it gathered at your center. 

You pulled back from showering his face, breathing hot on his lips. “Take me, I need you,” you whispered, opening your legs to make room for him. Moaning when his fingers slipped under your panties, meeting your wetness that had gathered. 

He groaned at the first touch, sliding through your folds to your clit. Swiping in a tight circle, “I need you too, I’ve needed you for so long…” 

Slipping your thumbs under your panties, tugging them off your jelly legs while his lips sucked on your collarbone. Harsh and wet, “Fuck,” you cried out. Legs falling open as wide as you could. 

Kylos hand slicked from your arousal sunk inside you, thick against your tight walls. You cried, tucking your face into his outstretched neck while he laved at your chest. Two fingers joining the wetness, you felt them slide in and out, deep as he could get to his knuckles. 

Slamming into your cunt, you gasped louder and louder and louder before Kylos lips left you. Pulling back onto his knees, wet fingers to his lips, “You better be quiet,” he warned, “I don’t need Nyx waking up to her mother being a slut for her daddy.” 

You flushed, embarrassment flooding your bones but also simmering arousal at his threat. Whispering back at him, “I’ll be good, I’ll be good for you…” 

“Good girl,” Kylo purred. 

Moving between your legs with ease, you watched him slip his hand into his sleep pants. Tugging out his hard cock, sliding his wet digits over the length. You shimmied your body down towards him, moving your arms out of the infuriatingly slippery nightgown. 

Stripping bare for him, you reveled in his eyes dancing over your form. Focusing on your bare breasts swinging as you threw the nightgown across the bedroom. You fell back into the pillows, sighing softly as Kylo crawled closer. 

Propping your thighs to sprawl around his hips, you felt the head of his cock slip through your folds. Prodding at your entrance softly, dipping into your honey pot only an inch before slapping at your clit. 

Shushing your whimpers, gathering your wrists in his hand above your head. Pinning you down before he pushed inside, “Fuck-you’re always so tight for me.” 

“Just for you,” you cooed, straining to touch his body as he began thrusting. 

Setting a punishing pace, Kylo leaned over your shaking form. Teeth bared and groaning as the tip grazed your deepest parts, hooking towards the front wall to skim over your spot. Sending shockwaves of pleasure behind your eyes, you cried out at a hard thrust, “Oh please-please can I cum?” 

He nodded, gripping your waist hard before he pulled out. Whining loudly and launching towards him, “Hey, I was close!” 

“Shut up, you’ll finish,” he growled, tugging at himself a few times while you panted. Kylo throes your wrists back before smirking at your irritated scowl, “Flip over, I want to fuck you so hard you wake up our daughter.” 

You chuckled, scrambling on all fours and sighing as he slipped right back in. 

“Someone thinks highly of himself…” 

———— 

Kylo had to muffle her mouth with three of his fingers, lodged down her tight throat so she would stop screaming. 

Never had he worked up such a sweat from fucking someone, his back a sneeze away from spasming while he plowed her into oblivion.

Slobber coating one of the pillows now on the floor, along with the remnants of sheets that were covered by her squirt when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Clenching his teeth while she constricted around his cock like a heavenly kiss, he saw stars when he came. 

Filling her deep and to the brim, the sheer white glimmer shining in the darkness of the room. 

He lapped it up with his flat tongue, savoring the taste of their combined juices. Covering his face before finally kissing her kitten soft lips, mewling before slumbering down into her pillows. 

Kylos never felt so stated. 

Happy, even! 

Like all the uncertainty of the world came crashing down as their lips finally touched. And he missed her, oh he missed her. Even with her right next to him, he needed to feel her. 

Coiling around her form into the early morning sun that streamed through the curtains. Kylo stared at her face, delicate and furrowed in concentration, whatever dream she’d been having causing her focus to wane from their passionate affair. 

He glanced under the covers, sighing contentedly at her nude form. This he could get used to, her rising and falling breasts, nipples tightening as the silk sheet slips over them. 

Kylo thought about leaning over and suckling one into his mouth, waking her up with his tongue swirling around the tight buds. Maybe she would reward him with a well deserved blow job, thinking about it made him chub up a little under the cover. 

But no, he glanced at his phone, propped up on a stand to see the time. 

7:30 AM. 

Nyx would be awake soon, wanting and begging for attention. He had gotten so lucky she was sleepy last night when the ghosts of his past showed up at dinner. And Katie being a bitch with her declaration of wanting him as a boyfriend, he shuddered at the thought. 

Looking back down at (Y/N)s sleeping face for reassurance, maybe… just maybe, he could ask her if she’d like to throw a label on the arrangement? 

He had tried to push her for what she wanted in the past and she was against him talking about the future. But that was before she came crawling to his house, without his prompting! And made her way back into his soul, there was no turning back after last night. 

Kylo was sure of it. 

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, whispering that he would be back before rolling out of bed. 

Usually, his mornings consisted of him getting up for a jog in his home gym. Followed by lifting weights for an hour, maybe an hour and a half depending on his sleep. Second jog around the parks across from the building, stop for coffee, and come up to a pre-made breakfast of nine eggs with only two yolks and a smoothie. 

But he had to forget that plan, because he opened the hallway door and was met with the grumpy face of his child. 

Little arms crossed over her princess pajama chest, hair messed up like she slept for a thousand years. 

“Hello, Nyx.” 

She glared at him, “Where’s mommy?” 

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “She’s asleep.” 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s tired,” from a long night, he thought about adding. But didn’t want to explain what that meant to a five year old. Blanching at the thought of ever having to explain it to her… 

He shook himself, hands on his hips to stare her down with a taste of her own medicine. “Would you like some chocolate chip pancakes?” 

———— 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” 

Kylo rolled his eyes, seated on his black couch with Nyx climbing all over his lap. Not really paying attention to the cartoons he turned on, he even had to pay for the specific channel for her and here she was not appreciating it. 

He grunted as her knee went into his side, grabbing at her waist to hold her down. She was filthy too, still in her pajamas like he was, and smeared in the chocolate he stupidly fed her. 

Her mom stood to the side, eying the two of them with suspicion. Brushing back her done hair and checking inside her purse, “I won’t be back until tomorrow morning, so I need to be sure you don’t need Vic or Rose to come get her.” 

Kylo scoffed, covering Nyxs ears aside from her high pitched whine, “She’s my daughter-I don’t need another man being her caretaker.” 

They squinted at one another before Nyx wrestled off his lap and fell towards the coffee table. Beginning her cries, “Mommy I don’t want you to go…” Kylos heart broke. 

He didn’t want her to leave either, utterly confused how to deal with his daughter alone. In his own house… what would he do? It wasn’t kid proofed at all. 

He had stubbed his toe on a table leg last week, glancing down at the bruising digit before clearing his throat again. 

“Nyx, it’ll be alright. I can take you shopping and maybe get some new things to show mommy when she’s back. Okay?” 

Her eyes lit up, jackpot. Such a spoiled demon he had, an excellent treat for him to exploit. Nyx scrambled back into his lap, another knee now in his gut while she climbed over his shoulder and proceeded to bounce. 

(Y/N) chuckled while Kylo groaned at the awkward pressure, moving to the other side of the couch to kiss Nyxs chubby cheeks a few times dramatically, “You have fun with Kylo okay? And be an extra good girl for me, so he doesn’t kick us out next time.” 

She grinned at that, “Okay, mommy!” 

Kylo looked over his shoulder at her, watching while she wrestled with a way to say goodbye. Could they kiss in front of Nyx? Would she think it was weird? He wasn’t sure-but then his cheeks were grabbed by her hands and she planted a hot kiss on his lips. 

Popping obscenely in his child’s ear, he could feel the red lipstick she wore smeared over his own. 

He swallowed harshly, voice croaking, “See you tomorrow?” 

A nod, followed by another quick kiss and she was out the doorway. 

Kylo was in heaven, truly floating while Nyx rested in his lap to watch the TV. Humming some tune of whatever they were watching before her little voice caught his attention. 

“Why’d mommy kiss you, Kylo?” 

His heart stopped, what do you tell a five year old? Do you try and explain the process of their relationship? Or lie and say everyone does it? He doesn’t want her trying to kiss everyone she sees just because he told her it was okay… 

“Is it because mommy is your girlfriend?” Her voice teased. Nyxs little head leaned back on his shoulder, peering up at him with mock disgust. 

Perfect, she knows sarcasm now. 

He sighed, standing up with her wrapped in his arms and started walking towards the bedrooms. They both stunk and needed to get dressed for the day, Kylo set her down at her doorway. 

“Yes, mommy is my girlfriend Nyx.” 

———— 

Five year olds aren’t fit to dress themselves. 

They are barely fit enough to respect personal boundaries, or space, or any decency whatsoever. Kylo learned very quickly that Nyx was not equipped to handle any tasks other than getting the bare minimum done. 

He was just finishing shaving his face when she kicked in the bathroom door in just a t-shirt and her underwear. Thank god, Kylo had the blade down or else he would’ve slit his throat. 

Quickly rushing her out of his bedroom with the promise of candy, Nyx led him to her suitcase which had been ripped open and strewn across the bedroom. 

Kylo sighed at the display, resigned to buying her all new clothes throughout the day. He grabbed out some black leggings, and tried to pair it with a maroon sweater her mom packed. Another layer would be better since it was cold out, so he fished out a tan cardigan that she could wear too. 

Nyx followed him back into his bedroom complaining about her wet mess of hair. Kylo dragged a chair into the bathroom, forcing her to sit still while he brushed through it. 

Mumbling out small apologies when he yanked too hard. Nyx hummed and mumbled while he brushed away her baby hairs, content to feel her soft hair through his fingers. 

Something he thought he’d never have the chance to touch just four months ago… 

After braiding her hair, thanks to Leia for teaching him when he was younger, he wrapped her in a warm coat and pulled on his own. 

“Okay Nyx,” he held out his hand, “Hold my hand and don’t run away, we are walking to a few stores.” 

“Okay, where are we going?” 

Kylo locked his front door, slipping his pinkie and ring finger into her small palm. Rubbing her knuckles with his oversized thumb, “Just a couple places, okay? You’ll get something from each one.” 

“Can we get toys? Auntie Rose's place has toys…” 

The elevator dinged on the bottom floor, Kylo gripped Nyx tighter. Walking out into the shiny lobby of his building, giving a very glances towards his neighbors who seemed shocked to see a child with him. 

Kylo was sure it was a sight to see. 

“Alright,” he pulled Nyx closer to his form, the streets were bustling with people and he was momentarily considering bringing a dog leash to reign her in. “Can you stay right by me the whole time?” 

“Yes,” she nodded. 

“And be a good girl and listen to me?” 

Another nod. 

“Okay, let’s go write some checks.” 

——— 

“Nyx,” Kylo hissed for the fiftieth time, “Stop touching everything.” 

She glared over her shoulder, reaching out with a steady fingertip to touch the expensive gown in front of her. 

He did not break eye contact, she would not win this. The saleswoman would just have to wait, “Nyx.” 

“What?” 

The sass, he growled, ripping off another check to hand to the waiting hands of whatever her name was. Again, not blinking at his monster of a daughter, “Stop. It.” 

“Stop what?” 

Kylo raised a brow, “Do you still want ice cream today?” 

“Yes, please.” 

“Then get your dirty ass finger off that dress.” 

——— 

"Somehow I'm writing the checks and I'm wrong?" that's kylo all this chapter

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[cottageivyplays]

uh oh! this baby is coming early!

mynta called jordan to let her know, and also to say that theyre staying the rest of the time at work (like 2 hours) in hopes of a promotion bc their power is out... they did not get the promotion

[faolan-red-eagle]

“  i’ll still be here when you wake.  ” for Ru!

💛 from @vilkas

i have Baby Ru brainrot right now lol so you are getting a prologue family piece! Enjoy! tagging @reachfolk as well bc i know she'd want in on this ❤️

It had been quite the scare for their now-second-littlest one, hearing his Amma scream as she struggled valiantly to bring a new life into the world. Now, though, he was fascinated with his brand-new little sister, watching with wide eyes as she grabbed onto his pinky with all her newborn might. He drooped a bit, yawning, but unwilling to let go of that tiny hand. "Come, cairinóc," Angolin murmured, "time for bed, now."

Ruaidri immediately shook his head, curling tighter around his dozing Amma and the hours-old baby. ("Strange," Angolin would say to Cynwrig later, "Ruaidri mantles over things he cares about, like birds do with their chicks. Have you noticed that?" Cynwrig would agree, but say it was surely just an oddity of childhood the boy would grow out of.) "I'm no' tired," the four-year-old protested through another yawn, wrapping a hand in Angharad's wild curls. "Wanna stay wit' Amma an' the baby."

Faloren slipped in quietly, come to collect his littlest brother. "What about that story you like, the Riddling God? If you come right now, I'll even give you a bit of Sanguine's tree bark..." he wheedled, trying to coax the little boy to leave their Amma to her rest with the promise of sweets. Ruaidri's eyes went wider than before, then snake-slitted (surely, a trick of the light?) and he shook his head again, burying his face in Hara's shoulder.

"No! I stay with Amma!" the child cried, his chubby toddler cheeks flushing red with anger. Angolin could feel the beginnings of a tantrum coming on, like sensing a storm rolling in over the horizon, and very nearly wept in despair. He was... far too tired to be dealing with this right now.

Hara woke, then, pulled out of her light sleep by her son's distress. "What is it, little spark? What's wrong?"

"Not leavin' you," the child muttered, his mouth pulling into a scowl. "Healers said you were almost dying. Not leaving. I stay with you."

"Oh, little love, it's alright. I'm alright now, there's no danger anymore, sweet one."

He looked up at her, scrunching his little forehead in thought. "Promise?"

"I promise, little spark. I'll still be here when you wake."

"Forever?"

"For always," Hara replied, smiling and thumbing at his cheek. Ruaidri nuzzled briefly into her touch, before finally allowing Faloren to lead him off to bed. Angolin sighed, relieved, as he sat down gently next to his wife, carefully cradling the new baby in his arms. (Cynwrig, useless lump that he was, had slept through the whole thing. Angharad always said he'd sleep through his own death, and wake in the Wandering Wood confused as anything.)

"One crisis averted," Angolin hummed, placing a kiss on Hara's temple. "Have you thought of a name, for our newest little one?"

"Mm, I think Mairenn, for the six-month time, and then... how do you feel, about naming her Alastriona Ciara, for yours and Cynwrig's mother?"

He looked at the baby, peering up at him with large grey eyes. "Suits her, I think. Welcome, Mairenn edra Angharadé, to the world. May it be kind to you, daughter of the Reach."

[goddessofroyalty]

wait what if Mylo had actually caused Silco to be infertile?

Like what if Silco had some major injuries (even more that usual for his case, I guess) when he gave birth to Mylo?

Also did Marcus eventually become sheriff in your AU?

(I like that baby face Dilf but the man was clearly willing to accept bribe from shady ass Silco in the original show)

I mean that's kind of the theory in Silco's head in the verse where they never have another one despite not doing anything to prevent it. He just never actually bothers to get it checked out to confirm because there's never been any other signs of possibly more dangerous results and... they have 5 kids. That is plenty of kids in his mind even if he might of liked to have one more.

Like I mentioned previously there's probably a bit of an in-joke in the family that Mylo did something to prevent any younger siblings happening.

From an 'I am the author and god of this verse' perspective? Ehhh yeah probably. Although the fact that both Silco and Vander are heavy smokers and drinkers didn't help.

(little bit more under the cut because birth complications/trauma stuff)

As for Marcus I'm torn because like I so want him to be sheriff but I also am keeping Grayson alive. IDK she gets a promotion some time between what is Act One and Act Two timeline wise (to Comissioner? let's just pretend that's a slightly higher role) so he gets Sheriff. Either that or Grayson is still Sheriff and he's like the immediate next highest position until she retires.

He is abslutely still being bribed and then blackmailed by Silco though. And he hates it. He's constantly trying to get Piltover to turn on Silco and the family but in a like... comically nonthreatening way. Nobody belives him when he tells them the Zaun Representative who represents Zaun's interests in Piltover is also the Eye of Zaun who runs most of the illegal business that happens in Zaun (similarly that Powder the ‘princess of Zaun’ is Jinx a violent Zaunite terrorist).

(And, yes, the 'family crest' Silco makes is the same Eye symbol with his and Vander's initials in it like the canon - Grayson is being willfully blind about the truth but most of Piltover just doesn't care)

Back to the first point - Silco also doesn't know if the possibly infertility is the result of the birth itself (or something Mylo did while being born) or the result of what the midwife/doctor did to stop him from bleeding out after things went bad after Mylo was born.

He was probably told that what happened may affect his fertility going forward. But again, the fact that this was his third meant that even with him having enough wealth to investigate if he needed to he was probably advised only to if a sign of something else more worrying started happening. Yes, I think having up to double-digits worth of kids wouldn't be uncommon in Zaun but I also think having three kids would be considered not a bad run, especially considering Silco's track record with births. The midwife probably says that if this does cause him to be infertile it might be for the best.

When Silco's being particularly blunt with the ""joke"" about Mylo preventing other siblings from happening it's that "[Mylo] tried to take the womb with him".

[jocelynships]

I’m sorry I’m probably not gonna be super active with everything going on. I’m just really scared. This country is a fucking nightmare and idk what to do anymore. And god knows I’m probably gonna get into fights with my family over this fucking shit too. And it’s… kinda hard to focus on my F/Os rn.

I’m not shaming you if you’re trying to look for a distraction, because god knows we all fucking need one, but it’s just hard for me. I hope everyone will be okay

[iammissingautumn]

thinking about me. age 16 terrified my mama was gonna come down and see the pillow fort i built in half of my room. and when she did come down and see it (i had a glass door) she was cross and said i had to take it down soon and i had to pretend that was the plan i had anyways and then her pulling out my bean bag and having me sit at the entrance of my fort and she talked and talked to me about how my baby brother (maybe 8 years old) and my sibling (also 16) were fighting with her and yelling at her about how they hated her. and i had to sit there and sympathize with her and how terribly she treats us. sitting there as if i didn’t know every reason they hated her. going “well there has to be A reason that they dislike what you did” and her laying there like it’s therapy as i picture every moment i set up so perfectly so that she wouldn’t talk to me or have the chance to see my true feelings

[lucianasbentley]

Introducing Luciana Bentley!

Luciana Medina is 35 years old and was born in Kismet Harbor, OR. She’s been back in Kistmet Harbor since February of 2023 and works as the manager of Driftwood Diner. She is currently married to Owen Bentley and together with her daughter live in Emerald Mist.

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[magics-neptunes-things]

Good 4 U

Hello there!

I hope you’re all great. This story is just out of my imagination, but enjoy anyway, I guess ♥ Also Caitlin and Lia are always a thing in this word.

TW: Reader! Wälti, no other I think.

PART 2 | PART 3

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Unlike your older sister Lia, you are not wise and quiet. You have trouble concentrating and you aren't necessarily interested in the idea of landing somewhere. You and Lia don’t have the same character, but that never stopped you from loving each other a lot. You’d do anything for your older sister who’s only 10 months older than you. And you know she would do anything in return for you. You and her were almost like twins and even if you wasn't planned, you parents always loved you the way they love Lia.

You travel all the time, leaving one place when you're getting tired to visit another corner of the world. You are sociable and have no trouble making contacts with anyone, to find a job or to make new friends. You are lucky to be able to remember the different languages in the countries you visit. You speak German from birth, you are bilingual in English and you talk other new languages like spanish or italian.

For now, you are in London with your sister for a week. The last time you stayed in London with Lia was last year when her life was a little more complicated than now. This time, you decided to come to see her just because you missed her and wanted to be with her for her birthday. You contacted Leah to help you surprise her, and you congratulate yourself for filming Lia's reaction when you walked into her living room following Leah.

When Lia told you about a karaoke night with her friends, most of them from Arsenal, you didn't hesitate a single second before accepting. You already know Caitlin obviously and Leah, who you met when she came in Switzerland last year. You met some of the girls last time you came in London, but you don't know all of them. This is a good occasion to met them.

Despite the time set at 9pm, not everyone arrived on time but this didn't prevent the people already present from starting to have fun. You’ve already shared a song with Steph and another with Leah. And you’re choosing the song you’re going to sing with Lia when Katie finally makes her appearance in the establishment.

When the music started, Katie was greeting everyone and sat at one of the tables surrounded by a bench, reserved for the night.

She's sitting with Caitlin, Leah, Kyra and Alessia when her gaze mechanically refers to you when you start singing. And her gesture stops immediately when she looks at you, her arm halfway between her mouth and the table as she was getting ready to drink.

"You alright mate?" laughs Kyra

"Who’s the girl with Wally?" Katie asks, blinking.

"Her little sister. Why?" asks Leah, bowing her eyebrow.

But Katie doesn’t answer, completely hypnotized by you. She just can’t take her eyes off you, your face, your body and anything else that can be part of you.

"It's Wally’s sister?" ended up repeating Katie before glancing at Caitlin. "Damn, you’re shagging the wrong Wälti, Caitlin."

"You’re disgusting" Caitlin says, rolling her eyes.

Leah laughs softly next to Katie and the Irish girl seems to reminding something. She turns herself a little to look at Leah before talking.

"Wait, this is the sister you met last year?"

"Yes?" answer a frowning Leah.

"And you didn't try anything with her?"

Katie’s tone let perfectly passes the disbelief she feels at this idea. But Leah rolls her eyes again.

"She’s Lia’s little sister. She would have killed me. And she’ll kill you too if you try anything with her"

Katie responds with a throat sound before finally bringing her drink to her lips. And from then on, she won’t leave you until your song is finished. Katie recognized Olivia Rodrigo’s song "Good 4 u" and she briefly wonders if it means anything to you and Lia.

When the song ends, Lia approaches the table where Katie is installed while you take the opportunity to go to the toilet. If Caitlin greets your sister with a big smile, making her sit on her lap, Leah can’t help but drop the information to Lia.

"Your sister caught Katie’s eyes" Leah announces with a big smile.

This causes a growl from Katie who hoped to try a discreet approach with you and a frown from Lia, who quickly takes off from Caitlin to lean towards Katie.

"Stay away from her Katie, I’m not kidding"

Katie raises both hands as a sign of abandonment, not without rolling her eyes.

"Looks like I’m the devil in person" Katie growls before finishing her drink.

"She was hurt once and since then has been traveling around the world. I want to see her again before Christmas 2025."

"Okay, okay, I get it" sighs gently, Katie. "I’ll get myself a drink."

After asking if anyone wanted something, Katie gets up to order herself a drink, deciding to go to the other side to have less to wait. And Lia will not be able to tell her anything, because it's finally you who approaches her first. You come to order yourself a drink too and you have no trouble recognizing the teammate of your big sister, that you watch play as soon as you can.

"You're Katie, right? I'm Y/N, Lia's sister" you smile before reaching out to greet her.

"Yes, that's me. Nice to meet ya" Katie grins, taking your hand in hers, squeezing it maybe a little to long.

Your eyes cross and you find yourself becoming aware of the beauty of the young woman who stands before you. You first notice her blue eyes and then her smile that you quickly find mesmerizing.

You are interrupted in your moment by the server who finally takes your orders. And, while Katie passes her command, you discreetly let your gaze slide on her forms. How did you not realize before how breathtaking she was?

"Lia told me you travel a lot" Katie says, turning to you to resume your conversation.

"Oh, yes… I just came back from New Zealand" you explain with a smile, before starting on an explanation of your last trip.

The minutes pass quickly as you chat with her and then you find yourself interested in her and her life. There’s something about Katie that hypnotizes you and you could honestly spend hours listening to her and laughing at what she’s telling you. You like her humor, the sound of her voice and it’s a little destabilizing for you to find yourself so impacted by someone so quickly.

"Do you want to get some fresh air?" Katie says after realizing you’ve been talking for a while.

You accept with pleasure and you follow her on the outdoor terrace of the establishment, Katie seems to know this place very well. Which is probably not surprising since Lia told you they come often.

"Here" simply makes Katie by dropping her jacket on your bare arms after seeing you shiver.

"Thank you" you answer with a sincere smile.

You move a little away from the entrance to not be in the way and you lean against a wall looking up to look at the stars. However, you gently frown when you see that they are not visible. You forgot they’re hard to see from central London.

"When are you leaving again?" asks Katie while looking at you.

You leave the sky with your eyes to carry them over her before gently shrugging your shoulders with a smile.

"I haven’t decided yet. Why?"

"I was wondering if you would give me your phone number so we could meet again, before you leave."

You bite your lip briefly while observing her. You are not sure if it's a good idea, you will probably leave soon and you know that it would probably not lead to much. But you’d be lying if you said the Irish girl didn’t tease your curiosity.

"Okay" you end up answering before you pick up her phone and put your number on it.

A big smile is born on Katie’s face and you don’t know her enough yet to realize that it’s a frank smile and not the sufficient smile she likes to have to provoke her opponents. Her phone in her pocket, Katie settles next to you, leaning against the wall like you.

"Do you like to look at the stars?" asked Katie.

"It’s probably one of the things I prefer to do" you admit without hesitation. "But it’s difficult from here"

"I know a place where they can be seen. You want to go see?"

********

"I just ran into Katie running away with a pretty blonde" laughs Victoria who just arrived while sitting at Lia’s table.

"I’m going to kill her" the Swiss woman announces, noting that you have also disappeared.

Kyra’s sigh sound out at the same time as Leah’s facepalm. Caitlin masks her amused smile behind Lia’s head, but she is nevertheless surprised by Alessia who smiles back at her.

********

You suspect a little the annoyance that Lia must feel and you feel in spite of yourself a slight guilt at the idea of not enjoying her birthday party with her. But you take a look at Katie after you get out of her car and you quickly realize that she’s genuinely happy to show you this place.

"What’s your favorite constellation?" Katie asks you when you’re both sitting in the grass.

"Aquila" you answer by pointing to the place in the sky where it is. "And you?"

"I didn’t have one until now, but it could become my favorite" Katie replies with a smirk.

You laugh slowly and you turn your head in her direction, to see that Katie rolled to the side and that she’s looking at you. You feel yourself blushed and you’re pretty glad it’s dark and Katie can’t see it. But you don’t let her out of your sight and you decide to play her game.

"What is your astrological sign?" you ask.

"Virgo"

"Well maybe my favorite constellation is going to be Virgo then"

Katie laughs softlyand, taking a sudden aspiration, you gently take her hand in yours. Katie lets you and you find that her skin is pleasantly warm and soft against yours. You shift your attention to the sky above you, feeling Katie’s gaze stay on you. But it doesn’t bother you, it’s not the kind of heavy look that makes you uncomfortable. You feel good and safe with her, despite what Lia seems to think.

It’s almost two o'clock in the morning when Katie takes you home to your sister, whose keys you have so you can get in and out whenever you want.

"I hope I’m not interrupting a private celebration" you grin maliciously at Katie, who insisted on accompanying you to the front door.

"If there is going to be a celebration tonight it will probably be to celebrate my death" laughs Katie before explaining, when you turn an interrogative look in her direction "I was not supposed to approach you tonight. Lia has warned me"

"Why did you do it then?" you ask curiously while searching through your purse while looking at it.

"Technically, it was you who approached me" Katie replies with a satisfied smile. "But I���m very happy about it."

You smile back at her and you probably look at each other for a few seconds too long, before you come out of your trance and regain your self-confidence.

"I’ll defend your cause, if you want" you joke softly.

"See me again and it will have been well worth it."

You smile again and bite your lip briefly. You really want to kiss her, but maybe it’s too early for that. You step forward and put a kiss on her cheek instead before backing away again and opening the door.

"Go home safely"

"I will" answers Katie with a smile. "Good night"

"Sweet dreams"

The house is empty when you enter and you assume that either Lia is not back yet, or she went to Caitlin’s. You go undress and remove your makeup and it's when you are writing to your sister to inform her that you came home when you receive a message from an unknown number.

From Unknow I came home safely. Sleep tight beautiful x

From You Sleep well too. We talk soon x

********

Lia looked at you with skepticism when you told her that nothing happened with Katie, unless looking at the stars and learning to know her. Since her breakup, Katie had a lot of fling and Lia obviously didn't want you to fall for the Irish girl before being ignored by her.

Katie and you wrote to each others a lot during the past days and you find yourself smiling every time she texted you. When she asked you on a date, you accepted with a second thought.

Katie take you to an Irish restaurant, she looked almost outraged to learn that you have never been to Ireland during your many travels. You had a great evening and when she brought you back you vaguely hoped for a kiss but Katie just gently kissed your cheek before smiling with affection. She then waited until you go inside to leave. Then you started texting each other almost all the day, every day.

From Katie ✨ u going to the game today?

From You I am :) why?

From Katie ✨ Would you let me take you for a brunch before ?

From You I would love to

From Katie ✨ Great. I'm taking you at 10 xx

You almost turned the cupboard in which you installed your clothes in your sister’s guest room to find a proper outfit. You ended up opting for a simple outfit, comfortable but nevertheless different from what you can wear every day. Once ready, you go to the kitchen, in which you find only Catlin in the company of her cup of coffee and a toast with…

"Vegemite?" you ask with a smirk

"Lia always has a jar for me in her cupboards" replies the Australian with amusement.

"How romantic" you laugh softly

You take a glass of water, realizing rather quickly that Caitlin observes you over the cup of coffee that she holds with two hands. Since she and Lia got together, the Australian has taken on the role of your big sister too. You obviously can’t compare the connection you have with her with the one you have with Lia, but you appreciate her enormously.

"Are you going out?"

"Yes" you just answer

"With Katie?"

You don't have time to respond with the positive or negative that Lia’s voice is heard behind you. Obviously she must appear when the name of the Irish is pronounced.

"What, Katie?" Lia asks, bowing her eyebrow.

"I'm going to a brunch with her" you explain softly with a sigh. "Look, don’t make that face, I know you don’t want anything but to protect me, but if it makes you happy… Nothing ever happened between us, if it turns out she’s not even interested in anything but friendship with me"

You gently shrug your shoulders and carefully avoid Lia’s gaze. You don’t necessarily want your older sister to see how depressed you are about this idea. But it's Caitlin who speaks again, although she's peacefully returned to reading her diary.

"Or she takes the time to do things right with you because you mean something to her" she points out without looking at you.

You frown thoughtfully at her, but Caitlin doesn’t add anything. Lia gets closer to you though, gently laying her hand on yours.

"What would make me happy is that you are too. I just want you to be happy and make sure no one can hurt you any more."

"I’ll be fine, Lia, I promise" you assure her with a little smile. "I learned from my mistakes"

Lia pout a little and when your phone vibrates in your pocket when Katie writes to you that she has arrived and that she waits for you, you take your big sister in your arms.

"I love you" you say before you kiss her cheek.

"I love you too. See you at the game?"

With a smile you nod before leaving the house. Your smile widens when you see Katie waiting for you, leaning against the front of her car.

"You look stunning" Katie smiles looking at your outfit.

"You’re not bad yourself"

Katie is dressed in her training kit, ready for the game and you find it strangely sexy. Unlike other times you have seen her, you don't hesitate to greet her with a hug and then let her take you by the hand to train you to the passenger door of the car.

The establishment that Katie has chosen is between Lia’s house and the stadium, the Irish girl explaining to you that it's a place that she loves and that has the advantage of not being too well known by the general public. It seems to have its habits and even if you don't necessarily appreciate the big smile with which the waitress welcomes Katie, you are quickly satisfied by the hand that she puts in your back to guide you to her usual table.

As always, the discussion is pleasant. You have to admit you did some research on Katie, but you feel like the Katie that people can see on the football field is different from the one you see every day. The Katie you know is sweet, attentive, considerate and charming. You have the impression that she really listens to you and that she seems particularly interested in what you tell her, no matter what it is.

And the butterflies that you have in the hollow of your belly when her fingers touch your hand while taking the salt are rather very pleasant. However, you regret not knowing if things are really shared or if Katie is only interested in friendship with you.

"Can I ask you a question?" asks Katie, her blue eyes watching you attentively over her cup of tea.

"Of course" you answer with a little smile.

"When she asked me not to come near you, Lia mentioned a romantic relationship that ended badly. I’m not asking you to tell me everything, but if you have any residual trauma or like that…"

Of course Lia mentioned your old relationship with Katie. On the other hand, you can’t blame her, after learning about the various deceptions of your ex-girlfriend, it was so painful that you never set foot in Switzerland again and you never saw your family again for a year. It apparently left your sister with trauma as well.

"As long as you don’t lie to me or hide things from me, it should be okay" you mumble and shrug.

Katie looks funny and you briefly get lost in your thoughts until the Irish woman gently takes your hand in hers. When you look up at her, she smiles softly at you, her eyes immensely sweet.

"No matter what happens, I will never. I promise"

You smile softly at her, losing yourself in her eyes. Katie changes the subject and when it’s time to leave for the stadium, you have the impression that the time has passed much too quickly.

"Do you mind if someone sees you get out of my car? There are often fans waiting for us in the parking lot, they cannot access it but they wait behind the gates. I can drop you off if you want" Katie asks when you’re about to arrive.

"I don’t care" you assure her by tapping on her arm.

You didn’t expect her to grab your hand with hers to interlace your fingers, but this gesture is rather pleasant.

Katie was right, you barely got out of the car when you heard some people calling her name. The young woman having advised you not to pay attention to it, you follow her inside the corridors in the colors of Arsenal without turning once your glance towards the fans.

"Shall I leave you there?" asks Katie once right outside the door that’s supposed to take you to the VIP corner, where Lia booked you a seat.

You nod with a slight smile. You know the way now.

"Thanks for the invitation. I had a great time"

"So do I" Katie says, smiling as well. "You still don’t know when you’re leaving, right?"

"Maybe soon. I don’t know yet"

You gently shrug your shoulders, but you don’t miss the disappointment that briefly passes over Katie’s face after her smile drop.

"Oh… okay. Well, I’ll see you soon, I guess?"

"Yeah" you smile softly.

Katie gives you a little smile, but it’s only when she turns her heels in the direction of the changing rooms that you walk forward two steps and you take the floor again.

"Katie?"

"Yes?"

The Irish girl turns and looks at you with surprise. She apparently did not expect you to hold her back.

"You want to know what it depends on?"

"Yes" she says again, looking at you carefully.

You made other steps to catch up to her and to be at her height but you mechanically bite your lip, a little anxious about your courage and its repercussions. But now is not the time to back down. Katie seems to have quickly noticed your nervousness since she is also moving in your direction of a step, offering you a reassuring smile.

"You"

"Me?"

"Yes, I… I like you, I mean not necessarily only physically. And I really like the moments we spend together, but I don’t know if it’s mutual or if I’m making ideas. And I’m a little afraid that after talking to you about it now it changes or complicates things, but-"

Katie ends up interrupting you, putting her finger on your lips to silence you. You don’t know if it’s a good thing or not and you freeze instantly.

"I like you too, I thought it was obvious. I’m sorry if I let you think otherwise. My love life may not have been the most stable in a few months, but with you it’s different."

You don’t have time to answer anything that Leah Williamson appears around the corner to call Katie. Training will begin soon.

"I have to go. I’ll see you later?"

You nod with a smile. Katie looks at you for a few more seconds smiling before heading to where Leah disappeared a few seconds ago.

"Katie?" You call her again though. "You forgot something"

Gently frowning, Katie turns in your direction, no doubt to see you so close to her, always smiling. She has no time to question you, since you come forward until you can put your lips on hers. It’s just a light kiss, but the sensations are amazing.

When you open your eyes again, Katie’s are dipping into yours and you have to take it on yourself so you don’t pass out. If you listened to yourself, you would do it again, but you don’t want to cross the line. That said, given her smile, she doesn’t seem to be against that kiss.

"Now you can go" you smile maliciously.

But Katie shakes her head with her big smile still displayed on her face. Taking advantage of your proximity, Katie gently puts her hand on your neck before drawing your face once again against hers. This kiss is longer than the first and your hands naturally find place on Katie’s body.

When Katie gently caresses your lower lip with her tongue, asking for access to yours, you do not hesitate a single second before leaving it to her. Obviously, you forget a little where you are and that everyone could surprise you. It is finally a door noise far away from you that brings you back to reality, a few minutes later.

"I really have to go" whispers Katie, her lips caressing yours when she speaks.

And it makes you half lose your mind. So you can’t resist the urge to kiss her again and it takes all your strength to tear you away from her. And let her go.

"Come on, go make the rest of the world enjoy your talent" you smile softly

Katie laughs but steals one last kiss before leaving. It’s in a second state that you join your seat, but when Katie appears on the field alongside the other players, you can’t help but smile again. Katie quickly spots you in the stands and sends you a wink to which you respond with a smile.

In the end, it’s not as safe as this that you’ll leave London.

[maybe-your-left]

what goes up must come down - chapter nine

Summary: "Keep it all inside, okay?"

"Of course, Ky."

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“I asked you to make a family dinner.” 

“Yes sir.” 

Kylo sighed into his phone, rubbing his temples, “A family dinner, something a family would eat.” 

“Yes sir?” 

“A family,” he enunciated again, “Like macaroni and cheese or something.” 

A pause. 

“Oh.” 

“So why, why am I looking at two rare steaks, a bottle of red wine under candlelight and roasted vegetables?” 

Another pause. 

“We thought you said a familiar dinner sir…” 

“Good god.” 

Nyx groaned from the living room, she was hungry and hadn’t shut up about it for the past half an hour since they got back from shopping. Playing half heartedly with her new toys that were thrown all around. 

Including a gigantic coloring set he bought her after she tried pocketing some crayons, slapping her little hand away caused her to break into tears. He had to cradle her like a small baby in a few stores, which he didn’t mind. 

Made him sad, wishing he was there in the early days so he could’ve held her when she was still small. 

Now she was home and demanding food, Kylo stared into the dim living room. A cartoon playing on his flatscreen once again, even though there was a big MMA fight tonight that he wanted to watch desperately. 

Maybe he could get her to fall asleep quickly so he could catch the end of it. Could be worth a shot! 

“I’m sorry,” he hollered towards her, catching a death glare, “There’s no food ready unless you want vegetables!” 

“Ew!” 

“That’s what I thought,” he mumbled to himself. Resigned to ordering take-out from his phone, he sent a message to the chef to ensure he wasn’t mad. But would have the delicious food bagged for later, maybe Nyx's mom would eat it with him. 

After placing an order with a local restaurant, something called Chick Fil A? They had mac and cheese for Nyx and he wouldn’t mind a chicken burger from a greasy place. 

Kylo went to sit with Nyx, watching her color in and out of the lines on her princess coloring book. Singing along to her TV show, he leaned forward to look at it. 

She was coloring someone named Elsa, with a long blue gown on her and bright blonde hair. Probably was cold in that outfit for the snow, he hummed at the thought. 

“Can you show me what you colored,” Kylo prompted, wanting to be included in his daughter's little world. 

Nyx nodded eagerly, “Okay, daddy.” 

He inhaled sharply, fuck. She needed to stop calling him that before he burst into tears, he wasn’t sure why she was. He had been completely covert with calling her his daughter… kinda. 

“This is princess Moana,” she pointed to another page with a small piglet on it. Flipping to the other, “And sleeping beauty.” 

“Does she like to sleep?” 

Nyx rolled her eyes, “Of course, pay attention.” 

Kylo smirked, edging closer to the end of his seat cushion. Placing a tentative hand on her back, rubbing in a soft circle that she pressed into. 

Physical affection-oh he craved it from his little demon. 

“Show me some more, baby.” 

Nyx looked at him strangely, before showing him more drawings. Explaining to him all of the different men and women in the books, telling him her favorite colors that she’d used. 

Kylos fingers inched towards the TV remote while she spoke. Flipping her braids back and forth, she wasn’t paying attention to it. He could keep the fight on low and she wouldn’t notice. 

Knock Knock Knock. 

“Foods here,” he jumped off the couch. Followed quickly by the pitter patter of Nyx's bare feet on the hardwood. 

She helped him unpack everything, being extra careful with her bowl of mac and cheese. It admittedly smelled good, and he let her take the spoils to the floor by her coloring. Plopping down on the couch next to her, Kylo took a bite of his burger. 

“Hey baby,” he tried the nickname out again, Nyx looked at him with almost full concentration. Kylo swallowed his bite, “Can daddy watch a show he likes?” 

Nyx thought for a moment, dramatically chewing on her spoon. He held her glare, chewing in slow bites while they stared each other down. 

She groaned dramatically, “Fine…” 

Kylo grinned, quickly changing the channel to the MMA network. He turned it down low enough that he could still hear but not ruin Nyx with scenes of violence. 

“Scoot,” Nyx moved into his space. Nudging his legs apart with her shoulder, Kylo gave her a confused look. Which she ignored and wiggled her way between Kylos knees. Sitting nestled with shoulders on his shins, “What is this?” 

He looked down between his legs, met with her wide eyes and soft face. Looking at him like he was the center of her universe, her daddy. 

“This is daddy’s favourite sport, want to learn about it?” 

———— 

Okay so… showing Nyx MMA fights wasn’t a great idea. 

At around midnight she zonked out in his lap, while he tried to stay quiet as the fights raged on. Yawning with her during the first few rounds, but he was determined to stay awake. 

And when it finally came time to go to bed, he carried her to her room until she woke up in absolute tears. Yelling for her daddy to come read her a story, she was scared of the dark in there and didn’t have her nightlight. 

Kylo didn’t have any books, he kicked himself over that fact while he tried to make up a story on the fly. Failing miserably and getting bullied by his daughter, when she finally agreed to go to sleep under one condition. 

She got to sleep in his bed. 

Once again, he laid with her. 

Nyx was surrounded by pillows and snoring loudly next to him, while he watched her sleep. Fighting off his own dreams just so he could watch her in peace. It was a miracle, she was everything to him. He couldn’t deny it any longer, brushing away some of her dark hair from her face. 

Kylo leaned over her, listening to her breathing before he whispered in his softest voice. 

“I love you, Nyx. I wish I could’ve been there while you grew up. Sleep well, my baby.” 

He placed a kiss on her forehead, finally content to fall asleep. 

———— 

“It’s not a fair fight if you tackle it from a running start Nyx.” 

Kylo called from the couch, chewing through his cereal loudly while his daughter darted behind him. Bare feet slapping on the floor while she barrelled towards her target, definitely wasn’t a good idea to show her MMA. 

Because all the stuffed animals he bought her yesterday were now victims of her wrath. Throwing down while he counted out one-two-three-Knock out! 

What? He had to indulge her. 

He was watching her so she was safe enough, there wasn’t anything dangerous for her to launch at. So Kylo kept chewing away, oblivious to the door to his apartment opening while Nyx brought her giant stuffed frog into the middle of the living room. 

“Okay,” she set it down, “Are you watching me?” 

“Yes,” he side eyed her, resigned to not getting to watch the news like he wanted too. His daughter needed him, apparently. 

Kylo chewed some more, watching her climb onto a leather arm chair, her little toes spreading on the black. So focused on her toy frog, she smacked on her elbow dramatically. 

“Okay-one-two-three!” 

“Nyx!” 

Kylo jumped from the couch, spilling his cereal bowl all over his front and onto the floor. While Nyx jumped onto her stuffed animal behind him, squealing with glee. 

Her mother, so wonderfully early, was standing in the living room. Heels tapping on the ground and glaring with wild eyes at the two of them. Kylo gulped loudly, shirt sticking to his skin from the milk. 

“Mommy!” 

Nyx yelled from over his shoulder, unmoving from her tackle spot. Kylo cleared his throat, “You-you’re early?” 

“Yeah,” she clicked her tongue, moving to reveal another person behind her. Two persons to be exact, Vicrul and Rose. 

Kylos cheeks flushed red from embarrassment, here he was covered in food while his daughter was wrestling a stuffed animal on the dirty floor. Both still in pajamas! 

“Nyx-what are you doing?” her eyebrow cocked, moving again to look at their child. 

Kylo dared to look too, scratching his wet chest from anxiety as he saw her splayed on the frog. Softly punching it in the nose over and over, “I’m wrestling, Mommy.” 

“Are you? Because that’s not what wrestling looks like… it seems like you’re hitting that poor thing.” 

“Yeah but that’s what they do, Kylo taught me last night.” 

Fuck. 

“No-I didn’t teach her how to punch,” he quickly stuttered. Moving around towards Nyx, he grasped her punching fist and pulled her onto her feet as gently as possible. 

She whined at that, trying to pull away from him but he was ready to pass out from embarrassment. He should've sent her to bed last night-not let her watch the violent TV fight. 

“Did you let her watch the fights last night?” Rose's voice teased, Kylo tensed at the sound of it. Tone clipped as he gripped Nyx's fist, “No.” 

“I watched the men hit each other last night, and then I slept with mommy’s boyfriend.” 

Everyone stopped, looking down at her grinning face smiling up at Kylo. He was mortified. 

“Boyfriend?” everyone echoed in unison. 

Kylo coughed a little, “She laid with me last night, she wouldn’t go to bed because she was scared…” 

“Because of the fights,” Vicrul added, unhelpfully. 

He nodded a little, tugging Nyx towards his side. Kylo waited to look at her mother, worried she might be mad he had called himself her boyfriend. Would she ask about it? Would she think he was weird for sleeping in the same bed as Nyx again? 

So many questions… 

“Nyx, baby, can mommy talk to her boyfriend for a minute?” 

———

Boyfriend? Boyfriend? 

Boyfriend? 

You were puzzled, trying to compose yourself as you dragged Kylo to another room. Away from the mess, and Nyx and her godparents. Rose and Vicrul could watch her while you set the record straight. 

What was the record? 

You contemplated it while you shut the door to the bathroom, met with Kylos inflamed cheeks and the sorriest look on his stupid handsome face. 

“Look I-“ 

“Why did-“ 

You both paused, Kylo wiped his hair from his face. “I’ll let you go first…” 

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “Well-hi.” 

“Hi.” 

“I missed you,” you poked at his stomach shyly. “I came back early to see you, and Nyx.” 

He blushed more, looking away from you and puffing his cheeks. 

You went on, “Why'd you say you were my boyfriend? And we need to agree on co-sleeping because she didn’t have that problem until you came around. She’s so much like you in that way…” 

“I had to explain why you kissed me,” he rubbed his cheek, “I didn’t want her confused and asking me about it all day…” 

“Why didn't you just ask me?” 

He paused, finally making eye contact with you. Puzzled at your questioning, you reached forward. Brushing a hand along his arm until you grabbed his unsteady fingers, intertwined with your own. “Why didn’t you just ask me to be your girlfriend?” 

“I…” he stopped again, looking down at your fingers before smirking, “I don’t know what to say.” 

You smiled, nodding your head forward to urge him on, it was just like when you were younger. After fucking for months he still had cold feet asking you out. He stumbled and stuttered over it while standing at foot of your dorm building stairs one evening. Sweating while his friends tried to keep him calm, practically throwing a bouquet of flowers at you before hissing out that he wanted you to be his forever. 

You slid up close to him, gagging slightly at his wet shirt that would surely start to smell, you set your hands on his shoulders. Giving him an encouraging smile, “Do you want me to be your girlfriend, Kylo?” 

He blushed again, looking away from you and sucking the inside of his cheek. You slipped fingers to his shirt collar, touching his skin before leaning on your tip toes. Brushing your lips along his jawline, a little bit of stubble growing that scratched you. Kylos lips passed over your forehead, taking a deep breath that shook the both of you, “I would like that, very much.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, giddy on the inside but trying to play it cool. You could freak out about it later with Rose… 

Kylos hands found home on your waist, squeezing tightly and lifting you to press against the back wall of the bathroom. Pressed between a towel rack and the open doorway, you whimpered as his body ground into you. Hips slotting together in harmony, Kylo groaned in your ear, pressing a few small kisses to your cheek and temple before sighing. “Do you like that? Like being my girlfriend?” 

You nodded, hands skating up and down to play with his throat and then collarbone. Nails clipping the skin a few times while he hissed in your ear. You liked it, liked it very much, your lizard brain basking in the sun of his adulation. 

“Yes-I do, I’ve wanted it-ever since I saw you again.” 

He groaned long and loud, cupping your ass with one hand before sliding the other down the front of your blouse. Yanking it from your belted waist, you hooked your ankles behind the small of his back. Grinding on the tent in his pajama bottoms, he huffed into your hair, “Me too-fuck… I missed you so much.” 

You yanked the hem of your skirt over the swell of your hips, tight around your midsection but you needed to relieve the pressure between your legs. Cotton underwear pressing incessantly on your hardening clit, Kylos clothed cock slid up and down your slit. 

“Just a little,” he whispered, “Let me put just the tip in.” 

Nodding, you swiped your underwear to the side, revealing your aching pussy. Fumbling forward while he balanced you on the wall, you pulled his cock out of his pants. Red with want, you spat on your hand, smearing it along his length as best you could. Being sure to coat the head thoroughly, slipping down to your waiting entrance. 

Wet, toes curling in your heels as he popped inside you. Gasping, “Fuck, more Kylo…” 

You closed your eyes, humming as he plunged in deeper. Both of you sucked in a breath as he seated himself fully, “I can’t, baby,” your lips met hungrily, Kylo rested his forehead on yours, “I promise I will later, but we have our baby to look after today.” 

“Yeah I know but I need you-please…” 

A small thrust, jolting your head to slam back into the wall with a thud. You giggled a little before slinging your arm around his neck. Kylo kissed your forehead, softly thrusting inside you, barely moving more than an inch. Deep pressure that settled in your gut like a rock, you tightened around him. 

You moaned again, “Yessss…” 

He huffed against your sweating skin, thrusting shallowly inside you. Bumping you against the wall in a soft thud, you clutched just shoulders. Digging in through the fabric as you leaned forward. Bringing your lips to suction to his throat, echoing a moan when you made contact. 

Kylo choked as you ran your teeth across his skin, voice booming in your ear, “Jesus-fuck angel, I’m gonna cum.” He ground inside you hard, rumbling around your sensitive walls over and over in small circles. You squelched around his length, holding on for dear life. 

You wanted his cum-you’d been thinking about it since you left the other morning. Nodding as he slammed his hips into yours, stilling. You panted on his shoulder, staring into the mirror on the opposite wall. 

Wide eyed, mouth popped open in pleasure, peering over his massive shoulder. Broad back flexing under his shirt while he fucked you, clenching at how pathetic you looked. Legs open around his hips, your left heel holding on by just your big toe… 

“Keep it all inside you, okay?” he huffed. 

You didn’t break eye contact with your reflection, nodding in return. 

“Of course, Ky.”

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