i want your children!!!!

If I’m dating you, that means I’m dating all of you. I want to know all your favorite things, and listen to you endlessly about what you’re passionate about. I want you excitedly talking too loud about how you’re going to change the world. I want to know about your siblings, and have lunch with your parents. I want to know if you have a good relationship with your family or not, and why. I want to know your fears and anxieties and what keeps you awake at night. I want to know when you first learned how to ride a bike, and when you got your first heart break. I want to know about the summer you felt most alive. I want to know about how you planned your wedding as a child, and the names you picked out for your hypothetical children. I want to know your mood just by looking at your face. I want to know who your best friends are. I want us to be able to communicate with an expression, and to have so many inside jokes it feels like we’re living in our own world. When I date you, I don’t want just a portion, I want the whole damn thing. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the down right perfect. I don’t settle for half ass relationships.

I don't want to have children

“You say that now but wait till you have some!”

“You say that but watch you’ll end up with four!”

“What so you don’t like children?”

“Why do you hate children?”

“So you aren’t giving your parents any grandchildren?”

“Why are you so selfish?”

“Children are a blessing, how can you not see that?”

“Who will take care of you when you’re old?

"Haha, wait you aren’t kidding?”

“But you’d make such a good parent!”

8

You’re a s m a r t man Jack, but I don’t entirely t r u s t you

                                 Peas in a pod, darling.

2

To the children who loved Harry Potter, I want to say your enthusiasm was the real magic. I so enjoyed being on the journey with you. And to the adults who bought the Harry Potter books and devoured them, I just want to say, those books were for children.

Idea: the bats give the villains a way to contact them after they realize that since many of the villains compete for resources, it would be in their best interests to report their competitors.

This is a very important idea because it comes with the image of Two-Face and Penguin yelling at each other in a back alley, deciding to report each other at the same time, and diving for their phones. Cobblepot frantically scrolls through his contacts while Harvey screams HEY SIRI CALL BATMAN into his speaker. If only they had put Batman on speed dial

You know how I know I’m a lesbian?
  • Cute Guy: *is really nice, smells okay, is clean, responsible, compassionate, funny. Helps the underpriviledge in third world countries. Can cure cancer. Volunteers in a retirement home*
  • Me: what a nice guy. Yeah maybe I'm okay with kissing him? idk
  • Girl: *blinks*
  • Me: oh my god. What is happening. How is this goddess walking amongst the rest of us mortals. How is it possible to be so soft and nice and I feel so lucky to exist at the same time as you, I want to have your children.
Analyses: Transgender Slam Poetry

As well as written poetry, it is important to look at spoken word, or slam poetry, because it allows trans authors to convey their poetry in an even more tangible way. Having an audience present works to reify the ideals of community and solidarity. Underlining unity is powerful, both within the trans community and for the purpose of coalition building, moving toward support that goes beyond the art world.


In the introduction to the Transgender Studies Reader, “(De)Subjugated Knowledges,” Susan Stryker discusses the language of gender and the ways in which material determinism permeates Western culture. She states, “The relationship between bodily sex, gender role, and subjective gender identity are imagined to be strictly, mechanically, mimetic – a real thing and its reflections” (Stryker 9). Transgender studies challenges this idea, focusing on social construction through language and cultural narratives.

All three of these poems interact with this idea of sex, gender roles, and gender as it is experienced being lumped together. Such a fabrication leads to the assumption of other individuals’ gender identities, as the person doing the assuming attempts to make sense of an expression that does not fit their binary philosophy.

“How to Love Your Body in 10 Easy Steps” by Ollie Schminkey

It is immediately clear in the first few lines that this poem grapples with mental health, as Schminkey’s first step involves unhealthy eating habits: “eating less will make you feel as if you have control.” They also talk about binding in unhealthy ways in order to “trick yourself into feeling complete.” Without societal acceptance and the supposed stability of the gender binary, the search for control of the self and self-image can manifest in potentially dangerous ways.

Schminkey describes the impact of rejection, “Man, woman, whatever./You are the whatever.” Outside of the binary, people are essentially dehumanized and labeled deviant. This creates a hostile environment where dysphoria may take its root. The poem continues, “Do not call it what it is/do not call it transgender/do not say dysphoria/just say depression, no qualifier” (Schminkey). Calling it dysphoria is to recognize a problem stemming from society and normative standards of gender expression, beauty, and so on. With this poem, however, Schminkey calls attention both to the condition of dysphoria and to its silencing.

“Ritual” by Muggs Fogarty

Fogarty talks about material determinism extensively in this poem. “What parts of you are heavy with fluid?/which direction do your shirt buttons button?/where do your glands swell?” These lines refer to the ways society writes gender on bodies without asking, only concerned with fitting physical appearance into socially constructed category. They use repetition to signify the numerous instances they have been asked for their name assigned at birth, as if the listener hears their poetry and continues to ask, looking for “gender lies,” some trace of inauthentic expression (Fogarty).

When referring to binding their breasts, Fogarty declares, “I was so afraid others would notice their absence, especially if they had never noticed mine.” This makes more powerful the message the poet is delivering, that bodies are more valued than the minds, expressions, and identities that they hold. Especially in reference to the commodification and objectification of women, this poem is relevant to trans studies in its critique of society’s attention to the presence or absence of certain anatomical characteristics in determining gender judgments.

“A Letter to the Girl I Used to Be” by Ethan Smith

In this poem, Smith reconciles the memory of himself and his dreams growing up with the reality of his current life and the ways in which those dreams have shifted. He begins by addressing his former self – using his name given at birth. This serves as a way to separate himself wholly from the person he was before transitioning. He speaks of memories told to him by his father which he does not remember, but moves on to discuss family, which complicates the narrative of the poem. As he describes beginning hormone therapy, Smith expresses, “I thought about your children, how I wanted them too.” His desire for children is separate from his gender expression, yet the way that bodies are looked upon by society produces a dissonance, dysphoria. In order for his body to fit within norms for his experienced gender, he no longer retains the ability to produce life, something that had been precious to him. In saying this, Smith removes trans bodies from a pathologized and objectified space and focuses on a future oriented one, where trans-identified people express the desire for new families of their own. He validates that struggle and represents narratives different from the fight for recognition in one’s current family, which is usually the only family related issue discussed in such a context.

At the end of the poem, after telling of his former struggles with mental health – “In therapy you said you wouldn’t make it to twenty-one. You were right” – and coming to terms with his gender expression, Smith provides an optimistic viewpoint. He affirms there was and still is a place for the memory of himself growing up, ending with “P.S. I never hated you” (Smith).


Sources

Fogarty, Muggs. “Ritual.” YouTube. Button Poetry, 18 Nov. 2015. Web. 03 Apr.
       2017.

Schminkey, Ollie. “How to Love Your Body in 10 Easy Steps.” YouTube. Button
       Poetry, 21 July 2014. Web. 03 Apr. 2017.

Smith, Ethan. “A Letter to the Girl I Used to Be.” YouTube. Button Poetry, 16
       May 2014. Web.  03 Apr. 2017.

Stryker, Susan. “(De)Subjugated Knowledges: An Introduction to Transgender
       Studies.”The Transgender Studies Reader. New York: Routledge, 2006.
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Killer

So this is a continuation of a little drabble that I did awhile ago. The first part is the drabble and then after the first break it’s all new! Hope you like it! Send me some feedback and if you’d like to see a part 2!


The gun tumbles from your hand, blood splatter slowly dripping from your mask. The Joker’s body lies crumpled to the side, half of his face blown off, skull in pieces at your feet. Jason lies a few feet away, staring at you in complete shock.

“Mom … mom what did you do?” His voice is soft, lost.

“I killed him, sweetheart”

“Mom, Bruce’ll …”

“I don’t give a shit what your father says right now, baby. You said that you wouldn’t stop killing until the Joker was dead, that once he was dead you would stop.” You nudge the Jokers cooling body with your boot, “This man has cause too much pain in all of our lives. Your father might have a ‘no killing’ rule, but I don’t”

“Mom he’s gonna hate you” Slowly Jason rises to his feet.

“He’ll get over it, he has to. Do you think this is the first time I’ve ever killed someone?”

Jason stills, eyes wide and you reach out, gently drawing your second son into a tight hug, “I love you, Little Wing”

Your son sniffs, clutching you tighter, “Love you too, mom. Thank you”

“You don’t need to thank me, just promise me that you’ll stop killing. Promise me that I didn’t just break a promise to my husband and kill the Joker in vain”

“I promise. I – I don’t want to stop using the guns, but I can get rubber bullets, use non-deadly force”

Patting his cheek gently, you turn and head out of the warehouse, “You’ll come by the Manor more, won’t you?”

“Yeah, mom, I will. Bruce and I are long overdue for a talk”

“Mmhhmm, I know. After this, I think we’ll have to sit everyone down for a talk, explain what I did and why”

“They’ll understand with time”

“I hope so, son. I really hope so.”

You and Jason make your way back to the Cave, dreading the upcoming confrontation.

“Listen to me, Jay. When we get back I want you to take your brothers upstairs, I need to talk to Bruce. If they ask questions, just tell them that I’ll talk to them in the morning, okay?”

Jason’s lip curls slightly in distaste, he always hated it when you treated him like a child, “I don’t want to leave you alone with him. He’s going to be angry, what if he …”

“He won’t hurt me, sweetheart. Even if he’s angry he won’t hurt me, not physically”

“I know you could handle him if he attacked physically, but Bruce knows how to use his words to hurt someone, and he … tends to overreact”

You chuckle, “That’s an understatement”

–-

By the time you finally pull into the Batcave, Bruce, Damian and Dick are waiting, arms crossed and angry. At the moment, you’re glad that Tim is away visiting the Titans or he’d be waiting for you too.

“Y/N …”

“Give me a second” You turn, facing your children, “Boys I want you to go upstairs. Bruce and I need to talk … alone. I will talk to everyone, explain everything, tomorrow. Alright?”

“Mom …”

“Dick, I need to talk to Bruce. I promise that I will talk to you tomorrow. I know you don’t like to be excluded, but this is something that we need discuss as husband and wife”

You go around, giving each of the boys a hug before watching them file up the stairs. Taking a breath, you brace yourself for the upcoming argument.

“Bruce, hear me out …”

“I can’t believe you would do something like this. We made an agreement. When we got married you promised that you would never kill again, and now you’ve broken that promise! Damnit, Y/N!”

“Bruce, please, just let me explain -”

“I don’t want to hear your damn excuses, Y/N! You broke the one promise I needed you to keep! Did the only thing I can’t forgive!”

You jerk back, “Can’t forgive?”

Bruce draws himself up to his full height, and it isn’t Bruce that’s staring back it’s Batman, “Y/N Wayne, I am putting you under arrest for the murder of the Joker. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say -”

“You’re arresting me? What the fuck, Bruce! I’m your wife!”

Bruce’s lips curl up in a sneer, and he jerks your arms around, fastening the cuffs to your wrists, “No, you’re not. My wife would never have betrayed me like this”

“Bruce!”

“Master Bruce, what in the world is going on here?!” Alfred’s voice echoes slightly in the Cave

“Y/N is under arrest for murder. She killed the Joker tonight, and she has to be punished like every other murderer in Gotham”

“Miss Y/N is your wife! What you are doing is ridiculous!”

“I’m not asking for your approval, Alfred. I am taking Y/N down to the police station, where I will turn her over to Commissioner Gordon”

“Damnit Bruce! I did it for Jason! I did it to get him to stop killing! You’ve never turned him in for killing, why are you turning me in?!”

“You murdered a man, Y/N. You aren’t any better than the rest of the murdered and scum that plague Gotham”

You’re stunned into silence. Of all the scenarios that had run through your head this was not one of them. You had never thought that your own husband would arrest you and have you thrown into jail, that he wouldn’t even listen to you.

“Master Bruce, please reconsider -”

“Alfred, I don’t want the kids to know about this. Just tell them that I went out for one more round around the city.”

Being dropped off on the roof of the GCPD with Commissioner Gordon is one of the most humiliating things that has ever happened to you.

“Commissioner”

“Sparrow. I can’t say that you are who I was expecting when Batman called and told me that he was personally dropping off a murderer”

“Well, apparently killing the Joker is where Batman draws the line, and he turns on his own family”

Jim Gordon hums, placing his one hand on your elbow he helps you stand up, “I’m really sorry for this, Sparrow, but I have to take you into custody. Batman’s already read you your rights, but I’ll have to read them to you again, and then I’ll need you to tell me where the Joker’s body is”

“I understand, Jim, you’re not the one I blame for this situation.”

Thankfully, Jim gives you your own cell and doesn’t force you to take off your mask. “I’ll try and figure something out, Sparrow, but I’m not sure how Batman expected me to charge you for murder if I don’t know your identity”

“Don’t worry, Jim, we’ll figure something out”

“I really hope so. I honestly don’t even know if I can charge you for anything, because technically you don’t even exist”

“You just do what you have to. I’ll get out of this fine”

Jim nods and scratches the back to his head, “You have one phone call, do you want to use it now, or later?”

“I’ll use my comm unit, if you don’t mind”

“Go ahead, I have to stand here for the conversation, but it’s fine”

Reaching up you gently press a finger to the comm unit, quickly switching channels to the one you need. “Oracle?”

“Sparrow? Are you alright? Do you need backup? I don’t see you on any cameras”

“You aren’t looking at the right cameras. I’m at the GCPD, O”

“You’re – you’re in one of the cells … what happened? Why are you -”

“Calm down, that’s why I’m calling you. I – I killed the Joker, O. I know you probably heard about that already, though. Batman – Batman wasn’t happy with me, he arrested me and dropped me off here”

“What do you need me to do? I can have someone come break you out -”

“No, I don’t need anyone else getting on B’s bad side tonight. You have access to my accounts, I need you to post my bail. Preferably quickly, I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible”

“I can call some of my contacts, see who the judge is going to be and have him post your bail as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, O”

“Sit tight, Sparrow.”

You let out a strained chuckle, “Not much else to do here, O”

“I’ll contact you as soon as I have something. Oracle out”

Turning back to the commissioner you give him a shaky smile, “I have my people working on bail for me, Jim. She’ll contact me as soon as she has something”

“I’ll wait in my office for a call then”

It only takes Oracle two hours to have your bail posted and for you to be released.

“Thanks, O”

“No problem, Sparrow. Did B really arrest you?”

“Yeah, yeah he did. Listen, kid, I’m tired. I’m heading to one of my safe houses, and no I’m not telling you which one even though I know you’ll figure it out, but please … don’t tell the boys where I am, especially B, I just – I just can’t handle them right now”

“I understand. Get some rest, Mama Bird, I’ll contact you in the morning”

“Thanks”

Slowly you make your way to the rooftops, and travel to your most secure safe houses, one of the ones that even Bruce doesn’t know about. Quickly peeling off your costume, you take a quick shower and collapse in bed. Everything that you’ve managed to bottle up so far comes rushing out. You let out a chocked sob, curling tightly into a ball you finally let yourself cry.

dafthappiness  asked:

My parents were living in Oklahoma while my dad was in the airforce and my mom was pregnant with my older brother during that time they went to the rattlesnake festival and my mom was going to eat some rattlesnake and a lady stopped her and told her that is she ate it her baby was going to be cursed so every time something goes wrong for him now we say its becuase my mom ate rattlesnake that one time when she was pregnant with him

THIS IS GOOD

Unfaithful: Product of Love (Bill Skarsgård)

PART 6

She stopped in her tracks, looking at Bill with a terrified expression. He had no idea what she had learned in the past few hours, but oh did it ever feel like he did.

“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, almost breathlessly. She was shocked by his presence, tall and domineering as he straightened from his casual position against the light grey wall beside her apartment door.

He slowly walked towards her, closing the gap between them. She bit her lip and crossed her arms under her chest protectively, gripping onto the dark wool fabric with her fingers. His movements scared her, like she was going to spill the truth the second he looked down at her with those pale green orbs. When he did, she finally saw how intense they were. She took a deep breath.

“You haven’t been answering my calls. We were supposed to go out for dinner tonight, remember?” He reminded her, tone a bit angered, “You said that we could talk about this.”

He was very close to her now, only a single person could squeeze through the gap between them if they tried hard enough. The closeness never would have bothered her before, if anything, she would have been desperate for him to be even nearer. She craved the way he touched her, slow and deliberate to quick and hot per her request.

She simply nodded at his remark, knowing that she was in the wrong. “I know, I’m sorry. I left my phone inside the apartment when I went out for a walk. I should have brought it with me,” she apologized, meeting his gaze.

“It’s fine,” he waved her apology off, “Can we please speak now?”

She looked down and gave him a slight nod, unable to watch him as she did so.

She fished her silver keys out from her jacket pocket and stepped to the side, walking around him to get to the door. He turned and followed her, watching as she shoved the key into the lock and twisted it. The metal clicked and she pushed the front door open, stepping into the apartment then holding the door open for him to follow.

He gave her a polite nod and strolled back into his old home, finding that it looked exactly the same. She had not decorated or renovated in the time he had been gone, every piece of furniture still sat in its original spot and she continued to place her coat on the same hook she always had. It appeared as though she had simply moved on without him. It pained his heart.

“Do you want to sit? Maybe in the uh- living room?” she suggested, biting her lip and fiddling with her fingers nervously.

“Sure,” he agreed, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the hook beside hers.

She wandered down the hallway, past the kitchen and into the large living area. She took a seat on the black leather sofa, crossing her legs as she did so. It’s time to face him. Bill appeared not a few moments later in the doorframe, looked at his lover, then sat down opposite to her in a cushioned chair. He leaned back into the plush fabric.

She continued to fiddle her fingers, twisting the two gold rings around her smooth skin in an attempt to distance herself from him.

“Why have you been dodging me?” he broke the silence, causing her to stop what she was doing.

Her whole body went rigid. There was no way she was going to tell him what was going on in her mind - her body. She couldn’t bear to speak about the baby yet. No, she would not say what the exact reason was for her cancellation on this day.

“Why do you think, Bill? You cheated on me,” she said emotionlessly. It was like all of the anger and frustration had left her body, leaving her only with the sad fact: Bill cheated. All of the passion and intensity that occurred when he first told her the news was gone, only two sad and lonely people were left in its wake. She sounded exhausted, no longer in the mood to deal with the situation. It had only been just over a week, but it felt like a lifetime.

“You agreed to a dinner where we could discuss this like adults. Instead, you’ve ignored me all day,” he scolded, earning a sharp look from her.

“Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that I was acting childish? Really, Bill? I am the child even though you couldn’t keep it in your pants? Makes sense,” she refuted harshly.

He sighed, running a hand through his styled brown locks, “I know. I know that I fucked someone else, but you promised-”

I promised to fucking love you forever and so did you,” she firmly cut him off. “We always spoke about the wonderful future we could have, a cottage, marriage and… children,” she swallowed deeply, knowing that the last fantasy was now a reality, yet not in the way they had hoped for.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, listening to her spell out all these futures as if they were no longer achievable. Despite his actions, he loved her more than anything. He would never feel the same way about anyone else, no matter what that night at the club had shown. He was riled with a passion that forced him to stand, stride around the coffee table and kneel down in front of her.

She looked down at him in awe, lips parted and brows drawn in. Never before had he looked so small, so in need of her affections. Bill, typically the embodiment of honour and loyalty, knelt before her in shame, so desperately sorry for what he had done to her. He took her small hands in his large ones and gave them a squeeze. His head dipped forward and forehead met her knee, leaving him completely bowed to her. He would do anything - anything - it took to get her back.

She allowed him to do this, to hold her hands and bury his face into her jean-clothed legs. Yet she stared down at him in utter confusion, not knowing what had came over him. Faintly, she could hear his sobs. His body soon became wracked with them.

I love you, I love you, I love you,” he cried into her legs. “I am… so sorry, for all the harm I’ve inflicted on you. She meant nothing to me, absolutely nothing. It’s you that I love and always will,” he regretted, finally tilting his head up so his eyes could meet hers.

She took a deep breath, absorbed everything, and tears glazed over her eyes. “Why…” she began, her eyes darting away from his. “Why wasn’t I good enough?” she whispered, so quietly he almost didn’t hear her.

His expression instantly changed into one of worry, eyes wide and lips parted. “No, no, no. Sweetheart,” he soothed her, long fingers moving to wipe the tears that rolled down her cheeks. He felt awful. Somehow, he had made her believe she wasn’t worthy of him, when in actuality, it was him that wasn’t good enough for her.

She sniffled. “She must have been prettier, sexier, taller,” he shook his head repeatedly, but she continued on, “You told me you wanted to get married, spend every single day of the rest of your life with me. You once said that I was the only woman you would want to have your children. What happened, Bill? Why wasn’t I good enough?” She wept, tears now cascading down her beautiful face.

His eyes got wet. “No, Darling. Please. You are perfect,” he assured her, his hold on her hands growing tighter. He stared up at her, pleading for her eyes to meet his.

She yanked her hands out of his and stood. Brushing him aside, she strode to the window, the same one she looked out of one very rainy night not long ago, and clamped a hand over her mouth. Her sobs were muffled as she looked out the window and cried. The sky was grim and dreary. Soon, thunder would begin to rumble and bring an evening shower over Stockholm.

Clearly not,” she retorted, “If I was, why would you want someone else?”

He pushed himself off his knees and rose until he was straight again. “I don’t want anyone else. Do you hear me? No one,” he declared, “You are mine and I am yours.

A package of cigarettes on the desk to her left caught her eye and before she could register what she was doing, she snagged it. Tearing the top off, she fished out a cigarette and stuck it between her lips. She reached down to her pocket in search of her lighter, but froze when she felt it missing. Of course she no longer carried her lighter, she was ashamed that she had forgotten why in the heat of the moment.

Please don’t,” he pleaded, hating himself more by the minute as he watched her prepare to light the smoke.

Completely ignoring Bill, she pulled the cigarette from her lips and dropped it immediately. Her eyes were wide as she fully comprehended what she had almost done. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes and she sniffled, glad the cigarette was no longer between her fingers.

Y/N?” he asked, terrified, as he watched her sink to the floor, hugging her body tightly.

She cried. She cried for herself, Bill and their unborn child. Every emotion she had felt for the past one and a half weeks spilled out of her body in the form of tears.

He fell to the hardwood floor beside her and took her into his arms. She didn’t protest, only allowed him to clutch her smaller body in his strong, long arms. The feeling was comforting yet foreign. She had spent countless nights, received console and had moments of pure bliss in his arms.

Sweetheart,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. He took a deep breath to compose himself, “Tell me what’s going on.” He knew she wasn’t the one to get overly upset about things, even something as important as his faithfulness. He knew that something else must be weighing on her mind.

Her cheek was pressed into his clothed chest, wetting the cotton fabric with her tears. She hated to admit that the comfort of his arms was beginning to overcome the anger she was feeling towards him. Yet, she didn’t want him to know about her secret, hoping to keep it to herself for as long as possible.

“No. I… I can’t, Bill. You should leave,” she spoke, pulling her head off his chest and wiping her eyes.

He didn’t allow her to move far, keeping his grip on her body the exact same. “No. I’m not leaving you alone,” he pressed, “Not like this.”

“Bill…” she urged softly, wanting him to leave her.

No,” he stated, firm and authoritative, “You mean the world to me. I’m not going to leave you alone in this state.”

Her head fell back into his chest, utterly exhausted and defeated. There was no way he would agree to her pleas, so it was not worth trying.

She sniffled and he stroked her hair. “I need some time alone for awhile. I have… some personal matters to take care of, Bill,” she explained slowly, making sure to choose her words carefully.

He stopped combing his fingers through her hair and moved them down to to face, caressing the smooth skin of her cheek. “What is it? What’s going on?” he inquired. His eyebrows drew in and a faint look of concern presented itself on his striking features.

She shook her head and took a hold of his fingers, moving them away from her skin; she didn’t want him to touch her now. “It’s fine, Bill. I have it under control,” she assured him.

“Does it concern me?” he dared to ask, respectfully keeping his hand by his side.

She couldn’t meet his eyes, realizing it was a lot harder to lie to him than she imagined. They had always told each other the truth, no matter how hard it was to hear. It was that promise that made him tell her what happened that night at the club, instead of withholding the information. Honesty helped fortify their relationship, then brought it crashing down years later.

Slowly, she untangled his arms from her waist and slid out of his grip. She rose to her feet and padded back to the window, arms crossed under her breasts. He mirrored her movements, rising to his feet soon after.

“Does it?” he asked quietly, knowing in his heart that it did.

Instead of shaking her head, she gave him a slight nod, confirming his suspicions.

He calmly walked towards her, watching as she leaned back against the wooden window frame, and stopped a few paces before her. He looked at her expectantly, urging her to tell him what was happening.

She folded her arms tighter under her chest. Now or never…


The bedroom was completely dark, only lit by the moon shining through the large window.

Bill was pressing soft, close-mouthed kisses onto the smooth skin over her stomach. His elbows were propped up on the sheets, one on either side of her, holding his weight as he leaned his body back.

Bill,” she gently moaned. He looked up at her from his spot on her lower body. “I’m not pregnant yet,” she reminded him.

He pressed a final kiss to her stomach, lingering there for a few moments, then advanced back up her body. His lips captured hers and she smiled into the kiss, feeling his hand slip back down her neck, collarbone and breasts, until it reached her stomach. She laughed against his lips, her own forming a small grin.

He removed his full lips from hers and looked down at her, watching her smile grow wider. “You don’t know that,” he teasingly protested, “You could be pregnant right now.”

She laughed. “I suppose so,” she agreed.

He continued to stroke her stomach as he leaned back down onto the mattress, his hand re-warming her skin that had just began to cool down.

“Do you want a boy or a girl?"she wondered, gazing up at the ceiling as she laid on her back.

He moved onto his side, body facing hers. "One of each,” he quipped, resulting in a playful strike on his chest from his lover.

“Don’t be greedy,” she laughed, eyes gleaming as she turned her head to the side to face him.

He smiled. “It doesn’t matter to me. They’ll be beautiful either way, just like their mother,” he answered truthfully.

She caressed his cheek with the pads of her fingers, carefully grazing over the pronounced bone structure. “They’ll look like you no matter what; you know your genes are remarkably strong.” she teased, yet it really wasn’t a lie. All of his brothers and sisters looked strangely similar, making it clear that his genes were most likely the dominant.

He nodded, knowing she was speaking the truth. “They’ll be just like you, then; kind… loving… and intelligent,” he leisurely listed.

She smiled and leaned over him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I love you,” she said.

He flipped them over, her body now underneath his for the second time that night. “I love you,” he echoed, wrapping her legs around his hips.

She looked at him, a confused look on her face. “Again?” she wondered.

In response, he simply placed his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately as he pushed himself inside of her. A sharp moan slipped from his lover’s lips as he slowly began to roll his hips against hers.

“We might as well improve our chances,” he reasoned.

She held onto his upper back tightly, her hands moving up and down with his actions. He took his time with her, feeling no need to rush anything. He planned on showing her how much he loved her, and the child that would soon develop inside of her.

Once they finished, Bill pulled her chest flush against his and slowly traced his fingers along her spine.

Soon, they dozed off into a pleasant sleep, each of them having no idea that they had just conceived.

Now, they both had all they could ever ask for in one room.

Unfortunately, neither of them knew that.


She took a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever was to follow. She hesitantly met his gaze, “Bill… I-” she looked down, “I’m pregnant.”

The whole atmosphere changed, going from tense to void of all emotion. She continued to stare at the wooden floorboards, having no idea what his reaction was.

“You’re… Are you certain?” he checked.

She scoffed, meeting his eyes once again. “Of course I’m certain, Bill. I wouldn’t tell you if I wasn’t-”

He was in front of her in two easy steps, hands cupping her cheeks and lips pressed against hers, effectively cutting her off. She pushed him back, hands spread out on his chest.

“What… what are you doing?” she questioned, her voice thick with emotion.

He removed her hands from his chest and took them in his own before smiling. “I love you so much. I love you and I love our baby. I will do anything - anything - to prove myself to you,” he said passionately, eyes staring straight inside of her.

“I- I,” she stuttered, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. Her words came out thickly, “I love you, Bill. I hate that I do but… there’s nobody else; there will never be someone else, only you.”

They looked at each other in silence for a few moments, each of them taking in what had just happened. They were going to be parents, she still loved him and he would do anything to show her how he felt. A once loving relationship was now beginning to mend.

He spread out his arms for her. With a weak smile, she slipped into them, a sigh of content falling from her lips when his long arms circled around her back, holding her tightly.

“A baby, Bill. Our own baby,” she wept happily, tears of joy sliding down her cheeks.

He wiped them away with the pad of his thumb, tearfully smiling as well. “Oh, God. I love you so much, Darling. Always,” he promised, planting a kiss on her forehead.

I love you, Bill.”

He sniffled, “I love you.”


She held the youngest Skarsgård, Kolbjörn, in her arms and bounced him on her knee. He giggled, his face filled with a innocent, childish joy. Little Kolbjörn loved her very much, along with Ossain, who was equally fascinated by her. Maybe it was because she was newer, more fresh and exciting to them than their half brothers and sister, but either way, they were always pleased when Bill brought her around.

“Y/N?” Kolbjörn called softly, gaining her attention and she paused her conversation with Alexander.

“Yes?” she asked, tilting her head down to meet his eyes.

“Will we have cake soon?” he wondered impatiently.

She let out a small laugh, eyes gleaming as she kept bouncing the child on her leg. “Soon,” she promised. “Your parents and siblings are still cleaning up the kitchen. Except Alexander because he’s lazy,” she teased, earning a wide grin from Kolbjörn and a laugh from the eldest Skarsgård son.

“I’m tired,” Kolbjörn complained.

She stopped bouncing him. “Do you want to nap for a bit? I can take you upstairs?” she suggested.

He shook his little head and leaned into her chest. “Can I stay with you?” he asked.

She rubbed his back, allowing his cheek to rest just under her collarbone. “Of course,” she assured him.

Kolbjörn closed his eyes and dozed off, leaving her to look up at Alexander and smile. She continued to softly stroke his back when his breaths became slower. His gentle breathing sent warm air fanning over her skin.

She was so entranced by the small child which she held to her chest, that she didn’t hear Bill wander into the room.

“Hej,” Alexander casually acknowledged his brother. This caught her attention.

She lifted her eyes to peer at her boyfriend, who muttered back a faint hello to Alexander, before looking to her. She noted that he was now staring at her intently. His pale green orbs got darker with intensity as he crossed his arms and leaned against the beige wall, watching her cradle his half-brother.

He couldn’t help but feel a stir deep in his stomach as he watched the two. It was not a pang of desire - rather a strong sense of motivation after seeing how wonderful she looked with a boy just older than a baby in her arms. Kolbjörn’s cheek was pressed against her exposed skin and he had his small arms in the valley of her breasts as he slept soundly. He knew she would be the mother who bore his children.

She looked at him timidly, but held his intense stare, still unconsciously stroking his half-brother’s back. For a moment, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Kolbjörn was their child, or if they had a baby of their own. She knew exactly what he was thinking: they should have children of their own soon. He wanted kids, that was no surprise, but this was the first time he had actually seen her with one and it only confirmed that she would make an excellent mother.

“Dad, uh- wants you in the kitchen to help prepare the cake,” Bill said.

She nodded. Wrapping her arms around Kolbjörn’s tiny body, she slowly stood from the sofa, as not to wake him, and strolled over to her lover. His eyes were wide as she came closer to him, cradling the younger Skarsgård against her chest.

She stood right in front of him and looked up at him nervously. “Will you take him? He’s… really tired,” she explained, taking a deep breath.

Bill nodded, his eyes still on hers, and extended his arms. Carefully, not wanting to disturb Kolbjörn’s sleep, she slipped the boy into Bill’s arms. Instinctively, he took a proper hold of the boy and held him to his chest, Kolbjörn’s small head resting in the crook of Bill’s neck. She felt compelled to look up, her hands still holding the young boy’s waist, and finally met Bill’s gaze. She inhaled sharply; an outsider would assume that was their child and she, the mother, was handing the boy off to him, the father, so she could move to another task. She sensed that he felt this way too, like Kolbjörn could be their own.

“Got him?” She asked quietly.

Bill nodded and she slowly slid her hands off the boy’s waist.

Giving her lover a nervous smile, she padded off to the kitchen to help Stellan, leaving Bill with his youngest and eldest brothers. He took a seat on the couch beside Alexander and leaned back against the plush cushion.

“One day, brother,” Alexander spoke with a grin.

Bill raised a brow.

“You’ll be the one give Dad his second grandchild, a grandson most likely with our track record,” his eldest brother joked.

Bill looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms and saw him in a way he never had before.

“Maybe,” he agreed, staring at the small boy’s closed eyes.

“I wish you both the best; she’s a sweet girl,” Alexander pointed out, “Dad loves her and that right there makes her a keeper.”

Bill laughed and Kolbjörn stirred in his arms. “I want one. I’m ready,” he told his older brother, turning his head to look at him.

Alexander thought about those statements. “Is she?” he wondered.

Bill looked down at his baby brother.

“I hope so.”


“I’m glad you came here tonight,” she mumbled into his chest.

He smiled, knowing that she could not even begin to imagine how much he loved her. “Can I stay?” he dared to ask.

She considered his request for a moment, then nodded. “Yes. It’s been to long,” she confessed.

Bill knelt in front of her, balanced himself on his knees, then reached to take her hips into his hands. She watched as he slowly lifted up her blouse, letting the cool air hit her skin, then pressed his lips to her belly. She carded a hand through his hair, sighing in content at the feeling of his lips running over her skin. It really had been too long.

“I love you too,” he whispered into her skin.

Her heart was overwhelmed with happiness at his words; he was there for the long haul. They would have their first child, get married, have more children, then watch them grow until they became adults themselves, no longer in need of parents. Their children would go on to find a love of their own.

His eyes flickered up, meeting hers. He pressed another kiss to her stomach and she smiled.

They had found each other again.


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Shingeki no Children - Part 1.

Who do you think wants to kill people? What kind of person do this for fun? Who would want to do this? With what we did, of course you despise us… But please, someone, someone… Find us…

 -Bertolt Hoover

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