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bloodlust

The AU I didn't know I needed and now I'm obsessed

Crowley Hanahaki

If there's a next part to this please PLEASE tag me I love how shy little reader is 🥺

title: a little snack

summary: You’re going to kill your friend. When they had said they’d found a great match for you, you thought they meant someone really nice and patient, you didn’t think they meant a skeleton practically the size of a mountain.

And they’re not even wrong! You just can’t think when he is that attractive!

notes: based on this art by @hashileio​!! the scene in the art is directly in the fic have fun getting to that point bc i sure did have literally so much fun writing this.

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Red comforting reader after having a baby please?

Um, since postpartum is an often overlooked thing compared to baby blues I figured I'd write the scene with that kind of scenario in mind. Hope that's okay ^^;

The baby is crying again.

It feels as if they never stop crying.

The sunlight drenches you as you sit on the porch numbly in your chair. You're staring ahead seeing nothing, but hearing everything.

You're tired.

So tired…

The crying stops.

Squeaking metal and the slap of wood signal the arrival of your husband. His voice is ever lax and easygoing as the day you first met.

"hey sweetheart, enjoyin' the view?"

You don't say anything and that's fine, that's fine with him.

You haven't really eaten and haven't showered in days. You can smell yourself, and still that is perfectly fine.

Hard phalanges comb through the tangled mop on your head that you can barely call hair anymore, softly pulling out knots while kneading your scalp in a gentle massage.

Deep Brooklyn echos in your ears, "called my bro, he's willin' ta watch the brat for a few days. give us a bit of a break."

He sounds so affectionate when he says 'brat'. So proud and confident like he's just finished climbing Mt. Everest and stands at it's peek puffing out his chest. It's a pretty picture that normally you'd smile at and maybe tease him a little over.

Only it's nothing, there's no joy sparking inside you or warmth.

You're exhausted.

"How do you do it?" Your voice is a croak from disuse. "How do you handle this?"

He's quiet for a long moment as his hand stills in its petting. You know him well enough that it's obvious he's thinking over his answer, thinking hard as to not say the first and most brash thing that's leapt to his tongue.

Red has had time with you through the years to learn that sometimes the most obvious and clear answer isn't always the right one. Not because you can't handle it, but because sometimes when you pose him a question it's an attempt to examine yourself and your thoughts through interaction. If you looked at him now you know you'd see him with his sockets narrowed in thought, his sharpened teeth gritting and rubbing into each other.

He chuckles. "ya forget i did this already. i raised a tyke once sweetheart."

"...experience? It that it?" You ask.

His hand leaves and heavy footfalls dance across wood as he moves to sit beside you. Even sitting directly on the porch he's at least chest and shoulders above the arm of your chair making it easy to see the soft grin on his face from the corner of your eye.

"'is that it'. heh, plain and simple? yeah it is." Your shoulders sag but he's not done. "not so simple tho? hell naw! it's a nightmare babe. gonna be lotsa sleepless nights and urges to throttle somthin' or jump off a cliff."

Red's grin widens as he covers your limp hand with his. "but it's worth it. that's how i handle it. i think of how that runt will be running around raising hell with other kids as they grow, callin' us to bail their ass outta trouble while pretendin' they ain't full of snot bubbles and tears, and laugh my ass off imagin' how bad i can embarrass them on their wedding day."

It's not strength returning to you persay, that lets you slightly turn your head from the perpetual lock it was in to look at him, but it's something.

"You can picture all that?"

"yeah," his thumb runs over your knuckles. "because i have faith in us, and because i experienced it once already."

Slowly, very slowly a smile inches its way onto your face. "If they turn out anything like Edge I'll blame you."

He smirks.

Your grin falls.

"I'm jealous, Red. I can't see any of that. All I hear is the wailing and feel the frustration when I can't stop it. Suffer the aches from my body and resent how hard getting up in the morning feels."

He's no longer smiling but he's listening. His vermilion colored eyelights are honed on you and attentive as he gives a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

"I…don't know if I can last eighteen years of this." Your voice cracks, and Red is on his feet pulling you from your chair and cradling you in his arms. Tears run and he presses chaste kisses to your forehead for an inordinate amount of time before they finally stop. At the end you're a husk, hollowed out and empty again but clinging to him as he holds you.

"it won't be eighteen years, y'know. six at best, maybe ten. then it's worse…they start talkin'. then you'll wish they went back to cryin' and cooin'. cuz damn— the shit they'll say." He murmurs.

Somehow, that gets a laugh out of you, though you can't feel it there is a genuineness to it you'll recognize later.

"You should be a therapist. You lie real pretty." You mumble.

Red snorts. "not lyin'. just bein' one hell of a copin' mechanism."

You tilt your head up and meet his gaze. It's tender, adoring, even as you sit here being nothing more than a whiny mess. At first you'd thought him an insensitive pervert, but you couldn't have been more wrong. It took time to get Red to feel secure enough to open up but you'd both managed and now here you were.

Married.

Parents.

You suddenly felt as if you could manage.

"If I can deal with your mood swings for the last several years, I guess I can get through this." You whisper dryly, lovingly.

When Red grins it's cocky and hitched, just the way you like it.

He leans in and captures you in a kiss, the words he utters a fervent praise against your lips.

"that's the spirit sweetheart."

Greetings and salutations,

Friends, Enemies, and loyal spectators

ITS SO HOT ITS A HEAT ADVISORY HERE AND ITS 110 AND ALL MY CLASSES ARE A 30 MIN WALK FROM MY CAR. Anyways I'm dying wish me luck and lack of burn despite wearing spf 70. Thank you and goodnight or good morning wherever you are.