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The Walk Home

~ Itto x Reader ~ Pt. 2 (Fluffy, Slow Burn)

(Read Pt. 1 here!)

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I watched in slight awe of the man before me, enjoying the second meal i’d prepared for him which i had triple checked to make sure none of my bean like or based ingredients were in it i could only terrify myself with the idea of going out of business over a customer losing his life from my cooking.

he seemed ecstatic once again when i’d brought it out, his mouth practically drooling as he gripped his chopsticks from the previous bowl. i could already see half the bowl gone once id set it down on the counter. i had to fight back the grin as to keep up the “not so creepy restaurant owner” persona i used for business.

this time, with not so many eyes on me and an interest in the person who seemed to be so important (self proclaimed or otherwise) and let alone not even human who’d come to my shop. hugging my tray to my chest and ignoring the slight heat radiating from the spot the ramen bowl was on, tilted my head to get a better view of his face.

what i could see of it anyway, he was so busy stuffing it, it wasn’t until most of the bowl was gone and he had to pick something from his teeth that he noticed me.

“Ah! sorry, i totally didn’t see you there, this ramen is just.. ugh! it’s so good!” he grunted with a smile and a laugh, once again lifting the bowl and tilting back his head.

i swore i must check the quality of my bowls once he leaves i could hear the cracking and shaving of the porcelain.

i didn’t bother responding, continuing my people watch as i found my eyes drawn to his throat, the rapid movement of him swallowing the broth and whatever else was left into his gullet. it was impressive, almost scary, but i figured him not being human was the cause of that.

i scanned the rest of his body from what i could see from behind the counter, his toned figure down to the markings on his body and where they led. i wondered if his entire body was as toned as his upper half seemed. i wondered if he had tan lines from his clothing, it was obvious he was out and about a lot, and judging by the slight dirt stains along us arms, the shoulders and back of his clothes, i assumed he was one to be outdoors.

but, due to a lack of awareness and a quickly rising interest in him, i hadn’t noticed him watching me, same as he hadn’t noticed me before this.

i let out a small yelp in realization, looking up at his face as “be professional! be professional! BE PROFESSIONAL!” rang like alarm bells in my head. but seeing as i’d been caught there was no real way to deny it now.

“I am so sorry, i promise i don’t usually stare i’ve just never seen someone enjoy my food as much as you seem to.” i said slightly shakily, a little worried that i had offended him with my staring.

he rose a brow with a smirk, putting his chopsticks in his bowl and stretching up his arms behind his head, his mouth curling up into a content smile from the stretch.

“no need to apologize i know my presence can be star stuckening.. or is star strikening… star striking? whatever it is you like what you see.” he teased, earning a slightly less friendly smile from me but a smile nonetheless.

“i must admit you are very interesting, Itto, what are you if that’s okay to ask? i don’t mean to offend.”

“Oh!” he seemed surprised if even asked such a question. “well i’m an oni! arataki numero uno itto, the one and oni of course. i’m a red oni to be specific.”

“an oni? a full blooded oni? that’s incredible! excuse my ignorance but i thought that oni’s had.. y’know.. died out a while ago. i’ve never met or heard of one before.” i placed down my tray, walking closer to the counter to be more in tune with their conversation.

he seemed taken aback by my approach, leaning back from the counter as a result as he shrugged.

“nah! sure i mean there definitely aren’t as many but it’s not like there aren’t ANY left, i mean you’re looking at one!” he laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. “i was raised by my granny so i learned a lot about humans growing up, it’s why im such a hot shot with—“

suddenly, heavy, metal rattling footsteps could be heard from atop the wall that had the main roadway on the top, the Hatamoto guards making their rounds. they’d come every other hour or so, depending on the day. just walking around looking at different people who they found in the streets of the city.

but when the same man who had been busy bragging about his awe installing reputation practically leaped over my counter onto my side, grab my face with both hands with one over my mouth and the other at the back of my head, pull me down behind the counter with my back to his chest and sitting between his legs, i couldn’t tell if this would be my death bed or my next bleaching area.

my gasp was muffled by the sudden large hand over my mouth, smelling of dirt and slightly too fragranced soap which i assumed was used to try and get rid of the dirt smell. didn’t work well.

he held me close to him, his head facing the top of the counter as if he was listening for something. although, i couldnt really process what he could be listening for because i could barely process the fact a man i knew nothing of was currently holding me down and covering my mouth.

was it the guards? was he trying to avoid them? was he a fugitive? did he commit some heinous crime that they were going to throw him in prison for? would i be considered his accomllice simply for giving him the meal he paid for and having him hiding in my shop?

so many thoughts ran through my head until the sound of his soft laughter filled my ears, turning my head the little i could to look up at him and find his head hung, his nose practically in my hair as he laughed. my chest heaved with every breath, adrenaline slowly subsiding as it turned into confused anger. why was he touching me like this?!

i almost bit his hand before he removed it himself with a small gasp.

"oh gosh, i am so so sorry, i should've said something before i dragged you down," he said, his hands behind him at his sides as he looke down at me.

I turned my upper body to look up at him, realizing just how large he was, even if he was sitting down. then again, he seemed bigger close up with me sitting between his legs.

"you.. why did you.. GUARDS--"

"Hey! shhh!!" he slapped another hand to my mouth and held a finger to his lips, a slightly pleading look in his eye as he once again checked above him, his ears seeming to droop a bit when the heavy footsteps got louder, approaching the shop.

"please please i promise ill explain if you just tell them in not here," he quietly pleaded, his hand slowly coming off my mouth. "i swear on my oni blood that i will just please.. dont tell them im here." he repeated, clasping his hands together. his eyes became fuller, as if a cat's.

ugh.. i hate that it worked.

i stood up on my feet, finding two guards walking down my walkway up to my shop. itto sat by my legs, looking up at me as i talked to the guards. i could feel him lean against my leg, his cheek pressing against my thigh as his hand placed itself on the ground between my legs.

the conversation was short, the guards saying they heard a voice down here and came to investigate, and proceeding to ask if i had seen an oni that fit the description of itto a bit too well. with a knot in my throat i shook my head to tell them i hadnt. i couldnt remember the last time i had lied, not to a friend, not to a professor, not even my own parents. so lying to the authorities made my stomach churn and i could only pray that the guards wouldnt take notice of my nervous demeanor.

they didn't, and with a simply thank you and one taking a menu for what i assumed to be futher notice, walked away, so did the rest of the guards down the road until their steps became faint and then nonexistent.

i exhaled as heavy as a marathon running danuki. a hand over my chest as i felt the weight on my thigh remove itself and said weight stand to his full height.

"haha! phew that was a close one, i really owe you one i cant thank you eno... oh." he said, cutting himself off as i looked up at him clearly distraught.

"i suggest you get to explaining. im not above running to go get them back and say i found you squatting in my kitchen by the radishes and carrots."

"no! no! ill tell you, i swear im not a criminal and im not a robber, stealer, kidnapper, murderer or anything! i just might of uh.. set off my collection of onikabuto on the training ground of the Hatamoto guards and uh.. may have caused a bit of damage." he let out a sheepish chuckle as if that would entirely explain everything.

"... so youre just trying to get away from accountability." I replied, leaning my weight on the counter with my arms crossed. he released another sigh.

"of course not, well i mean i run from them a lot cuz theres apparently a bunch of different laws the shogun put in place that id never even heard of before until i broke them but the real reason is because that woman that was here a little while ago, shinobu? yeah shes tired of paying my bail so i promised id never get caught again! and well.. im not!"

he flashed that damned grin that i was starting to think he knew the effect of the entire time again, making me groan as i shook my head.

"well if thats your story then i guess.. but this is a one time thing im not gonna put myself or my business in danger because you want to be reckless!" i scolded him, as if i hadnt met him not even two hours ago.

he hung his head in defeat and nodded, accpeting the scolding and effectively dropping the topic.

he found his way back to the other side of the counter, sitting himself down as we continued to chat while i got another customer or two. soon, closing time rolled around and although itto had realized he'd not only the meeting shinobu had tried to remind him to show up to, but as the sun set and i told him i needed to close, he refused to leave until he "used his oni ability to make sure i got home safe! the owner of such a delicious ramen shop needed the utmost protection of course."

i was too entertained to say no.

closing time took a lot less time than it usually did, with itto's help of course. new crates were put safely in storage and any unused ingredients were either trashed or put back into storage. the bowls which did in fact have a few tiny insignificant fractures in them were cleaned. the counters and floors were wiped and swept and every door and lock (that could be anyway) was locked. i noticed the oni stare particularly hard at the rusted lock on the main door, but figured he was simply asking why i even had it still, which i often asked myself at times.

then came the treck home, walking home was a little more pleasant than that of the walk to the shop in the morning. the many monsters and creatures a like found sweet slumber in the blanket of midnight air. the moon illuminating all of what would need to see to walk peacefully.

the walk was silent at first, only the mismatched footsteps of us both as he struggled to keep at pace with me. his stride allowed him much more room to walk ahead, along with his obvious leg muscle which i could only imagine meant how far and fast he could run when it counted.

i started to notice how he'd always end up a few steps ahead of behind him, his tongue sticking out from his tightly pressed lips as he stared at my shoes, seemingly trying to match my speed and stride, although that was obviously a bit uncomfortable for him as he could barely pull his shoes apart from hitting one another in every step.

"what are you doing?" i asked with a soft laugh, admiring his focus.

"trying to walk with you." he replied matter of factly, still keeping his eyes on my shoes.

"but youre already walking with me."

"i mean walk in sync! like everytime your foot steps down so does mine. here," he put out an arm in front of me, stopping me from walking as i looked down at it in front of me, then running my eyes up to his shoulder. were the veins always there? i surely couldnt have missed them if they were.

"just wait a second, here," he removed his arm and held onto my shoulder, pulling me closer as he tapped my left thigh, telling me to take a step, to which he did the same.

he then tapped my right thigh and so on, sending me into a laughing fit from how articulated he was being compared to what he seemed to have been doing just a few hours ago.

"hey dont laugh! walking in sync is fun once you get the hang of it!" he chuckled, his hands on his hips and a smirk on his face as he shook his head.

another 20 minutes of laughing and joking about whatever came up, it almost saddened me as we reached my front door step.

"thank you for walking me home, itto, and for helping me close up the shop." i finally said, accepting the day was over, and i couldnt wait to get in the shower and wash the day's efforts off my skin.

itto smiled and took a step back, bowing with a smirk and a hand at his stomach. "my pleasure, m'lady! it was definitly worth the fright of having a mouse scatter across my foot."

i shrieked, jumping as i looked along the ground, itto letting out belting laughs as he held his stomach. i tossed a pebble at his horn and rolled my eyes, turning to my house. "good night, arataki itto." i smiled, waving as he stood up with a cheerful wave.

"good night!" he called, and with a small pep in his step, got a full ten steps from my door before he fell to his knees, only imagining how upset shinobu could be when he went back for missing the meeting. hopefully it wasnt anything toooo important.

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[bizzybkd]

An Empty Ramen Bowl

~ itto x reader ~ (Fluffy, Slow Burn)

summary: ((based off the storyline of my own Genshin! OC)) Reader is an Inazuman born and raised, known for her prowess and academic achievements in her field along with her dedication to her talent and heartfelt career: the owner of her own high end restaurant. Starting off a bit slower than she’d like, a certain oni takes a liking to her place, the food, and the person running it.

author’s note: hello!! i wanted to start writing again so here’s my first piece after a while! might make a series if it doesn’t flop, please enjoy me writing about my fav and indulging in him 🙏🏾❤️

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New days meant new chances to grow. New days meant new sunlight that hadn’t touched the earth yet. New days meant more time not to waste!

With the hum of a kettle in the other room, I sat myself up and stretched, enjoying the warmth of sundays through my window before flipping the blankets from my body and swinging my legs to the other side. with yet another stretch, i deemed the noise of the kettle unbearable and got up to turn it off.

The kettle steamed as i poured some in a cup to make my tea, knowing i’d have plenty to eat once i got to my restaurant. “The Ramen Bowl” wasn’t my favorite choice to use as the restaurant name, but when asked out of the blue by family members with a crate in hand, you make up pretty… creative things on the spot. And i hated not sticking to my word so here we were.

with tea in hand and a good enough down my throat, it began to really start off my day. A shower that lasted no more than ten minutes, washing every aspect that needed to be to function through my day. washing my face and brushing my teeth came next, along with putting on lotion and fixing up my hair to be presentable.

i had set my usual outfit out the night before, as i usually did, and slipped into it seamlessly. socks and shoes were next, followed by my bag and keys along with the menus’s id made to restock the ones that had flown away in the recent storm. thankfully no real damage was done.

with the start of my day finished, i turned off every light and blew out every candle id lit, the sunlight from open windows illuminating my home even more than preivously said sources had done. i walked out into the beautiful world and locked my door behind me, another good day. another chance to make more customers.

the commute was short, i didn’t live far from the city, just outside of Konda Village overlooking the vast sea surrounding my nation. i enjoyed the walk, it gave me more reason to wake up everyday. enjoying the sights, picking fruits from the trees that had them hanging from their branches. avoiding any samurai and hillichurls (to the best of my ability) on the paths. i wasn’t all too worried about the samurai, that were looking for fights but not enough to refuse food or smaller amounts of mora like some sort of toll.

arriving at my restaurant, i once again recognized how.. off putting the location seemed. just behind the Komore Teahouse with a small slanted walk way down to its entrance, if you didn’t know my restaurant was there you’d have guessed it was a storage unit for the teahouse.

a down payment of 60,000 mora and monthly payments of 5,000 mora didn’t exactly get you as much as you’d think.

i kept the walkway clean, the entrance spotless and the counter that opened up to an outdoor bar area with the front drink and order counters just behind it could be seen, the kitchen behind a wall that was just behind the drink counter.

my key fumbled in the lock just a bit, a nod to the rusted lock that seems to deteriorate every time the key was inserted. many things needed to be fixed, but those many things weren’t the cheapest or the most important. nobody was stealing uncooked noodles and radishes anyway.

my usual routine for opening was complete, with cups, the new menus, chairs, appliances turned on and my ingredients in their respective places, on came to the most pressing matter of the day, advertising to passers—

“Hellooo!!” a voice called, making my skin jump from my body at the booming sound. i stood in the kitchen, readying my signs and posters as a few dropped from my startled reaction.

a customer? already? i just opened and this was new a voice id never heard. no one had came by yesterday, no one let me know they’d be coming. what if it’s the health department? would they come to check-

“Excuse me? is anybody there? i saw your sign by the walkway, me and my gang are pretty hungry but take your time!! i see you’ve only just opened so no rush!” the voice called again, snapping me from my thoughts to the realization that not only was it a customer, it was multiple customers.

i rushed to the gap between the kitchen and the front counter before catching myself and taking a breath. professional, you must be professional.

i stepped out into the space and laid eyes on a group of men along with a shorter woman in purple. one of the men in particular was large, an understatement at that. he was heavyset with muscle, sporting a well fitting cape with a chest adornments that exposed most of his chest and midsection, to which red markings could be seen vividly. he wore baggier pants from what i could see from my spot behind the counter and red markings down his cheeks as well. two red horns sat atop his head and white hair with red tips framed his face.

the woman beside him as mentioned before was smaller, having sat herself in a stool to more properly scout the area i presumed. she wore a black decorated mask and thigh high leg armor, purple throughout her look. her hair was green and pulled into what seemed like a spiral in the back of her head, her midsection also clearly visible in her attire.

the group of men behind them were pretty less stylized, wearing matching outfits that seemed to be uniforms and what i assumed to be the case as the voice i’d heard called them his “gang”.

“Hey, there you are! i was worried the place was abandoned.” the taller male laughed, same grin on his face and a menu in hand.

“Good morning, i understand you’re open?” the woman began, ignoring the male’s boisterous remarks.

“Uh yes! Yes, we are open, welcome to The Ramen Bowl will all of you be dining?” I asked, looking once again over the sudden many people standing at my counter. counting up to five, i gulped, but was determined to do good work as i’d always promised myself.

“you betcha! the arataki gang is starving and one of my men noticed your shop so five bowls of your best ramen, please!” he once again smiled, his hand on his chest in prowess from the mention of what i guessed was his gang name.

the woman turned to him and muttered something i couldn’t quite catch, but when he made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and a nod followed by mumbled ‘gotcha gotcha gotcha’, i prepared myself for what was next.

each gave me their order from the menu of eight meals, each ordering something different to which i was a little hesitant to tell them i was working alone and to apologize profusely before hand for any long waits. but i simply nodded my head and thanked them for their order, telling them they’d be out shortly and got myself back to the kitchen.

working as quickly as i could, i was able to finish the order in about an hour; a little longer than i had hoped but with the help of the pyro vision on my hip and a mission, i put the bowls on a tray and added all of the add ons for every meal, along with chopsticks and a chirirenge for each bowl.

I walked back out with the tray above my head to the counter to see the five still sitting in their stools as the white haired man laid his head on the counter in seemingly anguish. but as he got a whiff of my approach i don’t think i’d ever seen a man get so excited for a meal.

“I apologize for the wait, here are each of your orders, enjoy!” I smiled, happy to have worked a small sweat with a bigger order after not having many in a while.

each person seemed pleasantly surprised with the meals, each having a different reaction from utter surprise, scarfing down their food, a small smile after every bite and so on. i couldn’t prevent the smile that spread across my face at the sight, how i enjoyed watching my food be enjoyed.

i decided staring at my customers eating without something to do was pointless (or just creepy) and reluctantly walked back into the kitchen, cleaning up my stations and putting pots and pans and such in the sink to be cleaned. i stashed away the extra ingredients i’d put out just in case of an emergency and was proud of myself to not have needed them.

“Ms. Chef!!” The familiar voice called again, recognizing it as the man who was larger than life at my counter. i put down my rag and walked back out to the front, a smile on my face as i looked between the five, most bowls already empty if not almost finished.

“Yes? How was the food? i hope it was to your—“

“This was delicious!!” The man yelled, his men and the woman beside him nodding in agreement if not giving their own remarks. tossing his head back to scrape what sounded like the actual porcelain into his mouth from his bowl, he slammed the bowl down on the counter to emphasize his claim. “i haven’t had ramen this good in forever! can i get another bowl?” he asked.

the woman beside him gave him a look and he immediately withered into his seat. “Scratch that,” he huffed, a suddenly defeated look on his face.

“I can make you another! on the house, i don’t get as many customers nowadays so i’d like to thank you for coming!” i chirped, adrenaline running through my veins.

the woman wiped her mouth and put her mask back on, placing her chopsticks and chirirenge on her bowl to finish. “the food was wonderful, thank you for the meal, and i appreciate you accommodating my boss his appetite is certainly larger than most. i cannot however not pay for the meal.” she said, putting out a pouch and handing me the respective mora for the food, along with extra to pay for the meal i was about to prepare for the man beside her.

“Ohhh thank you, Shinobu!! you’re so kind!!” he cooed, hugging the woman who seemed unfazed by the action with her arms at her sides with a slight nod.

“you’re welcome, boss, i’ll take the gang with me and we can meet you in the center of the city to continue the next meeting.” she replied after he had released her, getting up from her stool along with the other three men that had accompanied them, the three waving and giving their thanks with proud bows.

“alright i’ll be there soon!!” He called, waving as the four left, turning back to me with a big smile. “alright let’s see this menu again, everything looks so good i had to bite my arm just to pick one the first time! how could i pick one the second?” he said, seemingly talking to himself although it also felt as though he was prompting me.

in response, i stepped forward and pressed my fingertip to a bowl that i enjoyed making and had named my signature dish. “this one’s delicious in my opinion, i enjoy the process and also eat it myself as well if you’d like to try that, sir.” i recommended, removing my hand before he could say much.

he looked over my recommendation and nodded, as if deciphering a puzzle. “well if the chef recommends it how could i pass that up? a bowl of your famous ramen please! but hold the beans, im deeeathly allergic and not exactly ready to go out like that.” he laughed. folding his arms over themselves on the counter.

“understood, sir!” i smiled, making a mental note of this deathly allergy. i turned to leave after he gave his order before he raised a hand with another ‘hey!’

turned back to look at him expecting another accommodation of some sort.

“you don’t have to be so professional, miss! i’m Atataki Itto, the one and only i’m sure you’ve heard of my many fantastic and good deeds around inazuma and have been smiling so hard as you’ve been in the presence of my—“

“i apologize, sir but i have not heard of you, actually.”

“.. oh. well now you have!! feel free to call me arataki itto, or just itto, or whatever other amazingly cool nickname you can think of for me,” he shrugged, flashing his suddenly contagious smile.

“i’m (Y/n) (L/n), it’s a pleasure to serve you, Itto.” i replied with a small bow, slightly happy about his happy personality as it seemed. “your order will be out shortly.”

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Read Pt. 2 here!

(hope you enjoyed!! let me know if i should change anything! advice is appreciated!)

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[bizzybkd]

hi! so i’m a down bad itto simp and love the idea of itto having a lil tiny dark side along with being a himbo so like if the stalker is outside our house or like finds a way inside and itto’s up to use the bathroom or to get a late night snack and sees the stalker and the rest hear him too and let itto know that its the stalker and itto goes a lil ham beating him up before doing the punch punch pass to the rest. and like a lil dumb line like “wait was that too far?” or “geez this guy smells like ushi’s poop..” OR WHATEVER IDK im sorry i just love itto 😭😭😭

if anyone would like to send some suggestions/ideas for the stalker chapter (chapter six) just hmu!! (or send some in my inbox fr) because i just want to know if there's something you guys would like to see (like what you potentially want to see the men to react like to everything and blah blah blah) :)) i want to know what you guys want so yk!! YOU GUYS CAN ENJOY IT MORE

ofc i will write the things i want to write as usual but adding your suggestions are everything to me. i still have to use some for this current chapter LMAO

[bizzybkd]

#IMMA NEED THE PART TWO

dreaming of farmer bkg in his small town. never left, wants to stay and loves his farm. his childhood friend mina comes home for the summer like she always does from her big city corporate job but this time with a friend, you. mina gives you a tour of her hometown including lastly, bakugou’s farm. warns you the owner is annoying and grumpy and will either not talk much or talk too much if he’s mad.

bakugou’s never seen a girl like you before. woman, he should say. he’s never seen a woman like you before. all curvy and pretty hair. you look like those women he’d see on tv in your little outfit. you look like you’re trying to blend into the general aesthetic of the town but it’s not possible. the expensive brand logo on the ass pocket of your jeans is hard to miss and he can tell your flannel shirt is new. heck, the tag is probably still on.

he barely says a word to you. if a grunt even counts when mina introduces you to him and him to you. though he does let mina show you around if that counts. that has to be something otherwise he would have just told you to fuck off.

but he’s intrigued by you. stupid since you’ll only be here for the summer until you’re off back to the city. you wouldn’t be able to have a relationship—

bakugou slaps his forehead. he must be suffering with heatstroke. he looks up to see you pointing at his cows to mina and you look gorgeous. a winning shot with how the wind brushes your face like it was preplanned. showcasing all your features to a stupid man like him.

who said relationship? why is he thinking of a relationship with you and he only just met you. hasn’t even said a sentence to you? yet he already knows he needs to take precautions. a girl like you definitely doesn’t come around everyday.

bakugou pulls off his dirty white tshirt, patting the sweat off his face with the fabric and leaving him only in his trusty worn blue jeans. he’ll go have a shower, clear his head and hopefully you will be gone by the time he’s out.

until he steps around the corner and a smaller body plants into his.

“shit, sorry!”

he doesn’t say a word only a small, hmpf. he gives you a frown, a good way to hide his desperation to study the shape of your eyes, your lips. your collarbone and what letter is hanging from your gold necklace. he wants to brush a strand of hair away from your face and wonder how you taste.

he’s so fucked.

he doesn’t realise how long he’s thinking about you because you’re stuck staring. at him. his body.

your eyes are wide, fixated on his chest. his chunky pecs, bread rolls of abs. these muscles made not from the gym but hard manual labour. they look rough, scarred with a light dusting of hair on top. you definitely won’t find this back in the city.

you don’t realise how long he’s been staring at you because as soon as you snap out of it bakugou is frowning at you.

“oh, yeah, well i was wondering where the bathroom was? mina said it was to the left?”

you’re cute. you’re embarrassed you were caught staring at him. bakugou fights the smile he’s dying to break out.

all he does is nudge his head to the left.

“oh mina was right. you’re currently in the don’t talk much stage?”

what the fuck?

“what?” his first word to you.

“when you first meet someone you don’t talk much. hopefully, we can get to know each other while i’m here? talk a bit?” you even tilt your head like you’re taunting him though he knows you mean it genuinely. you want to get to know him?

he wants to get to know you too. a stupid amount. he also falls in love too fast so that’s a problem.

“maybe, i’m busy,” bakugou looks off to his farm in explanation before wrapping his tshirt around his fist and your eyes, you swear you don’t mean to, drop back to his chest. in alarm, you meet his eyes again. “y’sure you only want to talk to me?”

your whole body is on fire. is he flirting with you? or is he trying to embarrass you? you can’t tell. bakugou likes your pinched nose, how you sharply inhaled over his comment. the boys you meet in bars back home are never this outright with you, so blunt.

though you still stand tall, crossing your arms across your chest, “what else would i want?” you snap and then turning on your heel around his large body to the bathroom.

you leave bakugou standing there and he loosens his tshirt around his fist.

he exhales, “fuck.”

[bizzybkd]

Cornbread Pt. 3

Killmonger x pregnant! reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, bodily fluids, mentions of C-Section

As the people around you hustled you for information, it felt like needles had been stuck into your back. Down your spine and into your pelvis, you must have sat up too fast.

You looked down at your hands for a moment and could’ve sworn you faintly felt where your hand had been kissed. It felt surreal, like just closing your eyes would bring you back to it. But a feeling deep in your gut told you it was much much deeper than that.

Your fiancé eventually calmed himself down and grabbed you by your face, fed up with the lack of answers and how he wasn’t used to this silence of yours. Even early in the morning seven months pregnant you would be loud enough for your neighbors to hear.

He held your face in his calloused, colossal hands and made you look at him, drawing you from your thoughts that had caged you.

“(Y/n). I need you to answer me now.” He began, taking a breath and removing his hands from your face to your hands. “What the hell happened to you?”

You stared at him for a moment before taking a breath.

“You really needed a breath mint.”

Several check ups and ultrasounds later, Shuri deemed your perfectly okay, you had no internal issues besides the compression of important organs due to the size of your baby. The lack of bladder control had told you months ago. But you and Erik were more than happy to hear your child was in good health, and Erik made it his mission to make sure you never forgot the face you made before you passed out. “You looked like a ghost being sucked into a vacuum.” He says.

“Hopefully you don’t pass that face into my son, Ma.” He added, walking with you on his arm through the capital of Wakanda, enjoying the atmosphere and the beautiful scenery and shops.

“I hope you don’t pass on those pubes on your upper lip to my son, ‘Pa’.” You shot back, smirking softly as you bumped his hip.

He let out a laugh and went to do it back, but you pulled yourself back which only sent him too far to the left, putting him in front of you. You let out a hearty laugh and put your hands on his shoulders, leaning forward with your head down and bent over.

He turned around and grabbed your hands until you let out a gasp and he immediately became serious, thinking he grabbed your hands too tight he released them. But the sudden splash on the paved street between your legs, dousing the robe you wore and your legs in fluid told him his grip on your hands was the last of your worries.

“Erik—“ you began, cutting yourself off with a pained groan. You grabbed under your stomach and let out an even more pitiful whine, your fiancé frozen for a split second before he bent down and picked you up bridal style.

“Shit you do this now?” He asked, walking quickly against the crowds and back to the castle, using his kimono bracelet to call his cousins and Aunt.

You gave him a glare and grabbed his hair. You’d have cursed him out if your lower back and stomach didn’t feel like you were going to burst.

You’d always known Erik was squeamish to bodily fluids outside of orgasms and blood. Your morning sickness in the toilet bowl when he would accidentally walk in unannounced to brush his teeth taught him that quickly. So despite his over coming of disgust as he carried you which you appreciated, he couldn’t help but make faces at the sticky wet sounds from your robe and the fluid against his skin.

The Dora Milage eventually came to his rescue, taking you safely and onto a bed that would be rushed into the hospital and nursery rooms of the castle. T’Challa was the first to catch up, as he had been in a meeting that he was able to wrap up in order to not miss the delivery of his nephew. Shuri and Romanda were busy with the border tribe and M’Baku. Official business you assumed. Well, before the delivery of your child and the pain throughout your body and the sudden sensory issues you had with the robe sticking to your wet skin filled your head.

Erik followed despite the attempts of the Dora Milage to stop him from entering the hospital.

“Let him in!!” You cried, letting out a cry of pain right after as you were put onto a new bed and nurses rushed in. They prepped you quickly, giving you fluid after fluid to drink and to have injected. Epidural wasn’t on your mind unfortunately, but it didn’t really matter either, as after you were prepped, the doctor could tell by previous ultrasounds and the state you were in that a C-Section was needed.

You felt uneasy at the idea of being cut open, sitting yourself up on the last bit of adrenaline you had left.

Erik rushed to your side, fear in his eyes and his sleeve drenched. He grabbed your hand and held it to his chest as his other hand gently pushed you back to lay down. “No, no, lay your ass down.” He told you. “It’s gonna be okay, Babygirl, please, don’t overexert yourself. We can make another baby but no one can make another you. If a c-section is what you need then I’ll be damned before I let any doctor fuck that up.” He grabbed your hand with both of his hand kissed the back of it, putting your hand to his forehead and mumbling. Praying to Bast you assumed.

Tears welled in your eyes and you nodded, grabbing his hand back as your other hand gripped the sheets, squeezing his hands as pained cries filled the room.

Erik couldn’t help but let out tears, you were in pain. He couldn’t stand it no matter how much he knew he couldn’t do anything to help. He kisses your hand over and over again until a mask was put over your nose and mouth.

Geez, if you were a member of the Avengers, your name would definitely hav to be black out.

Hours- no, days passed. Your son was delivered safely and you had been successfully sewn up, with some proper healing, the scar would never be visible. And seeing as you hadn’t woken up just yet, you definitely gave yourself a headstart on the recovery.

Erik sat at your bedside, holding M’Jabe to his chest in one arm as the other held up his tired head. He was clean, free from your broken water and in an outfit you’d have guessed T’Challa gave him to wear. M’Jabe was much like his father already, he was born 9 pounds 2 ounces and with a full head of curly brown hair. He was brown skin, but of course, when he first popped out Erik questioned if it was really his child. He’d be damned before he was that light skinned.

Aside from the outspoken features, M’Jabe was born with your nose and Erik’s eyebrows and lips. He’d even developed a birth mark on his arm similar to the one on yours. He was Erik’s mini him with the love of his life mixed in, he couldn’t have been happier.

“M’Jabe, tell your mother to wake up, already.” He mumbled, letting out a sigh as the heave of his chest made his son stir. He rubbed his back gently to calm him back down again.

“Don’t…” you mumbled, making your fiancé jump and whip his head in your direction, you looked back at him with tired eyes and a matching tired smile on your face. “… tell me what to do, Erik… or M’Jabe…” you chuckled.

With a quick sloppy, wet and much needed kiss planted on your dry lips, Erik laughed and called in nurses to look you over, putting his son back into his crib and waited patiently for you to be taken care of.

Despite having a C-section, your lower region had torn about a centimeter or two and you needed a few stitches. You wondered how early Erik’s beefy gene had occurred in him to have started so early in your son. You were properly cleaned and looked over, deemed needing to stay in the hospital for about a week or so more, just to make sure you were truly okay and for them to give you the green light to walk again and leave.

M’Jabe was beautiful, and tears filled your eyes as you looked him over in your arms, he had Erik’s eyes and what you recognized to be your face shape. You grinned and held your baby close, kissing his forehead gently, it wasn’t long before the room was filled with your in-laws running in.

“Nephew!!” Shuri cheered, standing by your bed with stars in her eyes as she looked down at the baby. She reached to touch his head and Romanda swatted her hand away, giving her a disapproving look and scolding her in Xhosa. You let out a soft laugh as Shuri whined and held her hand, stepping back as T’Challa stepped forward.

“He’s gorgeous.” He said with a smile. “I have no doubt he’ll be powerful like his father. And his Uncle of course.”

“Aye, watch it.” Erik warned him, pointing a finger at him as you laughed.

“Oh he definitely will be, with his father watching over him anyway.” You added, rocking your child softly.

Romanda walked over with a soft smile and a gasp at the sight of her grandchild, looking over his face as she put her hands to hover over his head and say a small prayer over your child. Once she finished, she cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “Thank you for my first grandchild. He’s beautiful.”

You smiled and nodded to her, more than happy for her words. M’Jabe stirred in your arms and as you looked down at him, you could’ve sworn you saw his pupils slit for what was a split second. But just as fast as they thinned they widened, smiling up at his mother.

You couldn’t have asked for a better title.

(Sorry this took so long! Been busy with personal stuffs lol, next part soon!!! - BIZZYBKD)

[bizzybkd]

Cornbread (2)

Killmonger x pregnant!reader part two

Warnings: none

“(Y/n), dear, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Queen Romanda asked, having put the pan of cornbread batter into the oven. You were sitting at a table only a few feet away as she refused to let you be on your feet. As well as having had you change into a long, beautifully patterned blue and yellow robe she had had made for you when you gave birth, but seeing as she underestimated the size of your coming child, decided you should be given the gift ahead of time to be comfy until the birth of her grandchild.

You were grateful for the gift, it represented a part of your culture you weren’t able to be indulged in, a distant part but it was still a part of you seeing as your ancestors had been twisted and traded with other racial DNA over the generations. You loved every part of yourself of course, but it was nice to be in touch with a specific part, like you belonged somewhere besides being from “everywhere”.

As for the question of your current state, the way you were bouncing your left leg and your hands unknowingly tense around the glass of water you had been given gave more than just the impression of uncomfortableness.

“Oh yes, Queen Romanda,I’m kakuhle ngokupheleleyo.(“perfectly fine”)”You replied, God, those Duolingo lessons really paid off. That, and Erik helping you himself.

Romanda smiled, she loved how you embraced her kingdom’s culture as your own, as it was anyway. “Kuyaqondwa, ntombi.” She replied.

“Queen Mother!” One of the Dora Milaje cried, rushing into the room, the Queen immediately on her guard. “There seems to be an uproar in the capital, citizens are protesting what they have found to be an unfair merchant.” She explained, spear at her side in attention.

“Take me. I must apologize, ntombi, but I must attend to this.” She said, speed walking up to you and giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before going with the warrior.

This left you alone in the kitchen, the gorgeous vibranium and black titanium of the tiles and counters made the entire room feel clean and sleek. You imagined having this for you and Erik’s home, although you knew it’d cost an arm and a leg to install, let alone maintain.

After just a few minutes in silence, you got up to your feet, mouthing a small apology to Queen Romanda, as you had broken you unspoken promise to stay off your feet. Walking the hallways, the cup of water in your hands seemed to be weightless as you looked at the many tapestries and paintings, the tall doors that were patterned so nicely it made you wonder how much time each one took to make.

Letting your mind wander was a speciality of yours, it’s how you passed most of the time when you were by yourself. Creating stories and characters and scenarios in your head and playing them out how you saw fit, if the characters didn’t act on their own anyway.

As you started imagining yourself as queen, keeping the ideas to yourself as you were afraid even speaking something like that completely alone would risk treason, you felt your phone buzz in the back pocket of your shorts, the shorts you had left in the guest room you’d stayed in the last time you were in the castle.

Erik’s contact name “Husband🖤” showed on your phone, along with the blurry contact photos of his butt you’d taken while he slept on his stomach on the couch a few months ago.

“Hello, my love.” You answered, stopping in your tracks and leaning against the wall of the hallway, holding the glass and your hand on your belly.

“Hello, Beautiful, I’m here, I’m just outside by the landing deck, where are you in the castle?” He asked, you could hear the deafening sounds of helicopters in the background until they stopped and the sound of a door closing could be here from the phone and from down the hall.

As you turned your head and saw him come around the corner, you immediately hung up the phone and grinned. You couldn’t run, but you quickly walked up to your fiancé, who’s smile couldn’t be contained as he met you 3/4 the way, he hated seeing you going around with that beach ball in your belly.

He hugged you gently, doing his best not to squeeze too hard before kissing your lips and smiling, he stared happily into your eyes and rubbed your hips gently, your hands on his shoulders before they trailed down to his chest.

“You’re finally here..!” You cheered quietly, hugging him once more, not being able to be as close as you wanted to be.

He let out a soft chuckle and held the back of your head and kissed the opposite side. “Yes, I am, I couldn’t miss seeing your cute ass.” He smirked, tapping your butt.

With a roll of your eyes you stole another kiss. “Yeah yeah, as if that’s not the reason I’m even in this position.” You joked, tapping your belly gently until you buckled your knees, grabbing onto his forearms immediately.

“(Y/n)?!” Erik jumped, grabbing your arms as well to hold you up. “What’s the matter with you?”

You gulped and looked up at him shakily, clearing your throat and climbing up his arms and gaining back your composure. You have a shaky nod that made you feel like your brains had been turned to mush, and with the roll of your eyes to the back of your head and the last sight you saw being your worried fiancé, you blacked out.

~~~

You awoke to the soft sounds of wind, lying on your back and surrounded by what looked like purple and violet blades of tall grass. You laid under an Acadia tree, the low hanging and outstretched branches hovered over you, as if shielding you from the setting sun. The sky was beautiful, if you hadn’t noticed the tiny biting sensation on your calve you could have stared at it for hours.

With a small yelp, you looked down for the source of the biting, a small black panther cub the culprit. You cocked your head to the side. Wondering how in the world it even got here. Then again, how in the world did you get here?

You got up to your feet, using the tree behind you to help you, despite feeling somewhat weightless in this new place, the mound on your belly still kept you aware of how silly that feeling was.

Trying to look around, it seemed as though you were somewhere in the wild, free from the fingertips of civilization and untouched by that of humans even. All that lived in your line of sight was you, your growing baby, and the panther cub that suddenly stood on its two back legs in front of you.

As surreal and entirely unnatural such a thing was, you weren’t afraid, as if something inside you was telling you not to be scared. The cub slowly changed before you, you didn’t even remember blinking, but you suddenly saw a baby in front of you, sitting on the ground.

It looked eerily familiar, from its curly topped head to the dark brown eyes in its head. As you studied the child even more, you eventually bent down to be face to face, this bend having turned immediately into a sit of course.

“What are you doing here..?” You said, your voice no more than a whisper.

‘Do not speak to him.’ A voice told you.

You froze, the voice wasn’t familiar at all, and it didn’t even feel like it was around you, like someone had played it in your head. You didn’t jump either, everything that would have had your head spinning and think nig you were going crazy around you only made you feel as though it was natural. That this was all meant to happen.

You only nodded to the voice, turning your attention back to the child, who had slowly turned into someone who seemed to be 13-14. He looked like Erik, in an eerily similar kinda way. Was this him as a child? No, it couldn’t be, the child’s hair was different than Erik’s, and a different color.

Taking a second, it hit you, he had your hair. And your nose, and even your face shape. While he had Erik’s eyes, lips, and skin tone, he even had a birthmark on his arm that resembled the one you had.

This was your child. The same one brewing in your belly. You reached a hand down to your stomach only to hit the ground, looking down, your stomach was flatter, not completely but enough to show the absence of a pregnancy. You looked back up at the child who now looked 18.

You scrambled back a bit but immediately calmed down. He looked like you, he’d grown into his features and had locs, one in particular had the tip colored white, with face paint adorning his features. He extended a hand to you, his face still neutral.

Taking his hand, you could feel the calluses, he obviously had some kind of training as he grew. They reminded you of Erik’s. As you stood to your feet, the robe you once wore was gone and you were suddenly in a much fancier attire, you examined yourself and saw how the fabric fell perfectly over your curves and how well it fit your body shape. The glimmering gold and black accents could only shine in the permanent sunset in front of you.

Looking up once more, your son had become grown, you couldn’t even assume the age he’d turned into. He had Erik’s build, and what you could guess to have grown to 6’3 or so. There was a scar across the bridge of his nose and one down the side of his mouth. He gave you a smile and bent down to kiss the top of your hand, it was then that you saw the throne that had been hidden behind his large build. Your son released your hand and stood straight, walking backwards with his hands behind him to the throne, stopping just before it and sitting down, either hand on the arm rests of the throne.

‘King M’Jabe.’ The voice said.

~~~

You woke up with a gasp, sitting up too quickly until four hands held you, one on either arm and two on your back. Your breathing quickened as you looked around yourself, the ringing in your ears and the sounds of monitors beeping out of control filled your ears, slowly fading until you heard voices.

Erik was on your left and T’Challa was on your right, you looked at both of them and put a hand over your chest, doing your best to catch your breath as Erik asked you what happened, his voice obviously snitched on his current state, he’d cried, at least once. His voice was shaky and desperate, as if he’d waited ages for you to wake up.

It felt like you hadn’t been gone more than five minutes.

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[bizzybkd]

Cornbread (1)

Killmonger x pregnant!reader / part one

Warnings: None, just super fluffy, and in this AU, Erik’s father never left Wakanda but he did pass at the same time as in canon, Erik just grew up surrounded by the rest of his family instead

As you looked amongst your closet, the growing mound on your front told you that most of your clothing wouldn’t properly fit you anymore right now. Carrying your fiancé’s big headed baby boy had given you enough reason to buy larger sized clothing ahead of time. Of course, most of the clothes you wore were Erik’s, seeing as he was almost an entire foot taller than you.

You reached your hand inside and pulled out one of Erik’s Nike tech outfits, the much larger size telling you that as long as you didn’t spill anything on it, and your baby didn’t suddenly decide to come two weeks early and have your water break whilst sitting on the couch, Erik wouldn’t be upset once he saw you in it.

Said man had already taken his leave to go to work, a job you knew very little about but didn’t care to know much. You had your dream Cadillac in the garage and subscriptions to Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime, HBO Max, and Disney+ and more than enough good food in the kitchen. Whether it needed to be made or even just removed from the packaging, you couldn’t be happier with the selection. Erik always made sure you had your favorites, which at the time were goldfish crackers, plantain chips, ice cold water from your preferred refillable water bottle, and your soon-to-be Auntie-in-law’s homemade cornbread, which Erik would either take you to get personally from her in Wakanda or he would go get himself.

For a royal family that could have any chef they desired and any food they could ask for at their finger tips, Queen Mother making cornbread always seemed to brighten your mood no matter what.

As you looked in the fridge for your cornbread, you looked at the container the cornbread was in had been gone, and taking a quick glance at the sink, you knew exactly why.

‘You ate the last piece of cornbread?!’ You sent to your fiancé’s phone, fingertips typing ten words a second at how furious you were becoming. How dare he! Taking the last piece of cornbread he knew you loved and knew he wouldn’t have time to get for another few days due to work. How dare he taken something quick to eat in his late morning that you had wanted first!

After five minutes passed of you staring at the message sitting on “delivered”, it finally changed to “read 11:27am”.

‘…’

‘…’

‘Babygirl, there was only one piece left.’ He replied, having deleted and retyped his message three times as the dots had told on him.

‘That was my last piece! Now there isn’t anymore and I want some! When can we get more?’

‘Maybe Thursday, (Y/n). I don’t know, I shouldn’t be talking right now, okay? I’ll get you your cornbread.’

You glared at the message and simply put a ‘thumbs up’ on it in reply, letting out a long groan of frustration before putting a hand over your belly, in your act of anger, you had forgotten to actually get something to eat. Getting up with a huff, you trudged to the kitchen with much less gumption that you had before. Pulling the box of Lucky Charms cereal from the cabinet and the oat milk from the fridge, you made yourself a quick bowl of cereal, leaving everything out by you as you knew you would want another few bowls.

An hour or so later, still saddened by the lack of cornbread as you munched on the bland tasting plantain chips you had beside you. The mediocre game show on screen made you cringe, it was obvious the contestants were guessing wrong on purpose to the easiest questions just to make the episode hit its target screen time. It annoyed you to no end, but seeing as you binged all your shows and wouldn’t dare taint your mind’s taste buds by risking a new show or movie, you settled.

Out of boredom, you decided to treat yourself, you were cornbread-less, patience-less, and had what the doctors assumed to be a seven to eight pound baby in your belly. Wakanda was only a short ten hour trip by flight, and practically 30 minutes if you could convince your cousin-in-law, Princess Shuri or King T’Challa to send a jet to your house.

You had always known about Erik, well, N’Jadaka, Erik simply being the name he took undercover when he came to America where he met you. You figured out pretty quickly he was the prince, shaving his beard, contacts and a switch from locs to a fade didn’t do as much disguising as he’d hoped, not from you anyway.

You kept his secret while you both attended MIT, as long as he promised to help you pass your physics and trigonometry courses. Aside from numbers and formulas, those weren’t the only things you were happy to take with you once you graduated.

Now having dated four years and being eight months pregnant, with a beautiful 4 carat engagement ring on your finger, and a very strong bond between your fiancé and his family, it wasn’t exactly uncommon for your pregnant self to call the princess and king if you needed something while Erik was at work.

Dialing Shuri’s kimono beads with your own she’s given you, it was almost immediately she answered, a large smile on her holographic face.

“(Y/n)!! It’s great to hear from you!! How are you and my nephew? Sleeping okay? Resting? Eating well?” She cried, the background of the hologram showing she must’ve been at work in her lab.

“Hello, Shuri, I’m doing very well thank you, M’Jabe too. Erik ate the last piece of Queen Mother’s cornbread this morning and I was hoping I’d be able to come get more? It’s really been the only thing keeping me—“

“Right away! I’ll speak with cousin later but for now you come here!!” Shuri interrupted, an interruption you couldn’t care less for as it meant you’d be getting what you wanted. “The jet will be there in ten minutes, shall you pack a bag and stay the night again?” She asked.

You’d stayed the night last month, having had phantom contractions that had easily convinced you that you were in labor. Seeing as it had been another four weeks since then, it was obvious you were wrong. Knowing you still had two weeks before your due date, you deemed yourself perfectly fine not to stay long, especially with how busy the royal family were already.

“No, Shuri, but thank you, I’ll stay again in a week or two since M’Jabe will be due then.” You assured her. She nodded solemnly but smiled. “That’s fine, but the next sleepover I’ll be meeting my nephew so I’ll be looking forward to that!”

You let out a laugh and nodded. You and Shuri continued to talk until the jet arrived, having put on a jacket to combat the nipping mid October weather and a pair of fuzzy slippers you loved. Okoye met you at the top of the stairs into the jet, giving you a smile as you walked in, lending you a hand up the steps as you used the other hand to hold your belly.

“Enkosi, General.” You smiled as she nodded and helped you to a seat.

“Of course, (Y/n), it’s good to see you’re doing well, I’d hoped you would with prince N’Jadaka.” She replied, earning a laugh from you and your son who kicked your kidney in agreement. God he wasn’t even born yet and he was heavy handed like his father.

The ride to Wakanda was short of course, and for good reason, you could only feel your drool escaping your lips as you nearer the great castle, as if smelling the cornbread being made already.

Erik called you after you landed and we’re being escorted inside.

“Why are you in Wakanda?” He asked almost immediately after you answered.

“I wanted my cornbread.” You replied matter-of-factly.

He let out an audible sigh. “You’re a trip..” he let out a soft chuckle before it turned into a light laugh. He loved your attitude, and his ability to tame it. “Don’t worry, Babygirl, I’ll be there soon. Tell Auntie and the other two I said hey.”

You smiled and walked along the long hallways with Okoye, her simply going about her duty alongside you. You couldn’t tell if she was just a master of not showing her opinions through her face, or if she truly tuned out your conversation. It didn’t really matter to you.

“Okay, baby, I’ll see you when you get here. And I forgive you for eating my cornbread.” You smiled, rubbing your belly gently.

He let out yet another laugh, but this one came from his gut, he truly found you amusing and that’s one of the things he truly loved about you. You loved his laugh as well.

“Thank you for forgiving me baby. I won’t touch your cornbread again.” He said in defeat, you could hear the smile in his voice and it made you blush. God, even after four years he could make you giggle like a school girl.

“Get here soon, me and M’Jabe miss you lots..” you admitted. Curse your pregnancy tongue.

Erik noticed the small difference in your tone, how sad you suddenly became at the thought of him being so far away. He hated doing that to you, no matter what his duties were. Of course, him working was to provide for the human you both created that was only days away from coming along. You and your baby were his priorities and everything else came second, so as much as he’d want to spend hours and hours tending to your pregnant form and giving you all the treatment you deserved, being able to stay with his family was the next best thing.

“How about you stay in Wakanda until my son comes along?” He asked you, knowing you had already discussed how you wanted to stay in the comfort in your own home until it was time. But you also knew that he was worried about that plan, what if you went into labor and he wasn’t home or couldn’t make it home, he’ll be damned before you had to take yourself to a rinky dunk hospital that charged almost 100k just for birthing the child and even just holding it afterwards, before the baby was born of course.

You went silent for a bit to think it over, you knew what he was worried about but also knew what you wanted. Being hormonal and pregnant, missing your fiancé who couldn’t be there for what you knew wouldn’t be another two hours, and in a castle you hadn’t spent more than a week at a time in, tears welled in your eyes.

You quickly wiped them away and did your best to hide the sudden spiral in your voice.

“How about we talk about that when you get here, baby, I don’t wanna make any decisions without looking each other in the face.” You said, mustering a smile.

Erik nodded, he knew that would make you feel better.

“Alright, baby, that sounds good. I’ll talk to you then, okay? I love you.” He finally said.

“I love you back..” you replied, hanging up the phone and letting soft tears fall as you made it to the thrown room.

Face to face was how you liked to handle things anyway. That how you got M’Jabe to be two weeks away to being in the world anyway.

Well… maybe not two weeks.

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