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probablythevaria:

((All my friends from highschool already had kids, and here I am still writing fan fiction and playing my video games. Lmao.))

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Belphegor:

It was a toss up by this point. He was a dad, and that was a solid fact he was now admittedly nervous about whenever he saw your head thrown over the railing of your window, your body lurched over the stone as you felt Bel’s hands wind your hair back carefully as you retched.

If being a dad was any more gross than this, his stomach churned. His body trembled faintly, massaging your scalp as calmly as possible when you tilted your chin back and gagged on the acidic taste of vomit at the back of your throat. A taste from every morning that pained you, your head aching as you felt your boyfriend release your hair and stare at you intently.

“Be thankful it isn’t you with all the nausea,” You spoke, wiping the corners of your lips as Bel made a little snicker. His lips forced a half-smile as you started to wobble back toward your bed. “I swear this kid is killing me.”

“Food?” He tried, hands folding together, but his mind was reeling, asking questions he had no reason to ask yet. Wondering if he was meant for this- if his skills in anything were even suitable to teach to any other human being. Or if he could even raise said human being-

“You just watched me purge my guts like five seconds ago, dude.” You laughed, sinking down into Bel’s sheets. “How about letting me take a long nap?”

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Superbi Squalo:

He did it subconsciously now, Superbi’s hands wandered a bit, smoothing along the widening shell of your belly curiously as he watched the skin move a bit on each kick. 

It was miraculous to him, his eyes slowly moving to stare at every little movement with a growing smile you adored when leaning back on the couch comfortably as he wanted. Because he would do anything to make sure you were comfortable carrying the baby he longed for.

“I bet they’re learning to master the blade in there,” You laughed playfully, letting your love’s hand caress where the baby’s foot swiftly brushed and his fingers tickled. “Like their dad.”

“Yeah, but how can you sleep like that?” His eyes stated disbelief, amazed when he let his hand slide away from your stomach and his arm reached to wind around the back of the couch toward your slumped shoulders. “You must be exhausted.”

“You’re too concerned for me,” You confessed, smiling when his lips eased along your cheek, melting as his reach slipped around you tighter and pulled you into a light embrace. 

“There’s literally no such thing right now,”

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Xanxus:

For once, his head seemed in the right place. His expression grown dark as he stood proudly over the one who bowed toward his storming steps, their face welling with fear you observed anxiously from the shadowy hall. 

They couldn’t have known, but you felt as though they all stared- admiring your glow as you cradled a palm over the seed you bore inside you, nursing the anxiety fluttering in your insides as Xanxus strode ahead of you defensively.

“You would serve me this?” He asked, revealing the char of the food you had been served. The foolish thinking that Xanxus would have behaved any different causing your chest to tighten as you listened for the crash of the trays. Waiting for the threats and the shouting as you turned you cheek and gazed upon those who kindly followed you back to the dining area.

“I apologize,” You heard, the cook ducking away from your boyfriend whose face never changed, but seemed to notice your supervision, his hands setting aside the ruined meal slowly when he grunted. “I will make a new one!”

Xanxus didn’t need to know he had an audience. They didn’t fucking matter. They weren’t bearing his child or in a position to be doted on as he turned his back on the man finally, the stunning change of his disposition striking your as you saw nothing but calm in his eyes. 

Nothing but respect and loyalty to the baby he treated like a worthy prince inside of you as he let your nerves soothe over in the atmosphere. 

“Make her a decent meal,” Xanxus demanded, his voice cooler than any shout. His eyes landing on you as he began to walk toward the table. “I don’t want any seafood either.”