#gingerrootandsoot

Like they’re just lounging there, reading to their belly bump and the usually two mischievous guys that always have something up their sleeves are now nervously approaching them and stuttering about talking about something “super important” to them. Reader stops reading and slowly takes the papers and one of them tries to remember the speech they were going to give while the other shuffles around the room like a nervous wreck and by the time they actually get to the point, the other twin pops up with this big as poster board and balloons that says “Will you adopt us?” In bold colorful letters.

Fiancé!SylusQinxPregnantFiance!Reader

TW: mentions of pregnancy (MC is the “them” mentioned), Angst

“Absolutely not.”

The tone of your voice was stern and absolute with no room for debate. The very fact that this was even brought to as a request irks your nerves and makes you second guess even having the wedding at all. You are already stressed with balancing work, accommodation for the guest list and recently, unknown to Sylus, finding out some unexpected news that could change the trajectory of both your lives. The last thing you need is to worry about that person.

“May I know the reason why?” Sylus says while sitting on the chair across from you. “You know why, Sy.” Your response short. He breathes in deeply and closes his eyes before continuing, making sure his tone is not too harsh due to previous failed attempts at asking for said information. “A more detailed reason would be preferred, love.” You finally look up at him from your computer and stare at him. Half of you wants to scream at him, tell him how uncomfortable his relationship to that person makes you feel and to make him choose between you or them but the other half wishes to keep the peace. Why?

Because you know how much that person means to him.

She has worked along side him for about five years now, their lives practically intertwined. If you would have seen them prior to knowing Sylus, you would have thought they were a couple. The way they interact with each other before you enter the room, as if you were interrupting something sacred. Or their small but intimate talks and how he looks at her as if she’s the only person in his world. It doesn’t just bother you, it enrages you. It makes you feel things you have never felt such as jealousy, envy and the worst of them all, uncertainty. Could you tell your fiancé these things? Probably. But do you think he would actually understand? Truthfully? No. Why?

Because he’s blinded by something, something that you can’t see nor stop. And at this point, it’s useless.

Telling him would only cause an argument. You’ve tried before, though you weren’t in the emotional state to do so, and it ended up you both not speaking for two days and you later finding out that he went to a bar with her to cool down. So not only did he not speak to you for two days while in the same house, he went to the very person who’s causing you stress. You almost cancelled the engagement right then and there but was talked down. It was starting to become too much for you and you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary harm to them.

Them being your babies. Yes, you’re three months pregnant and with twins and surprisingly not showing.

So even mentioning this was too much. You take a deep breath before turning to face your Labtop again. “If my answer isn’t enough, I don’t know what else to say.” You respond curtly, it taking all the strength and remaining sanity to keep yourself from snapping. “She will be a guest. That is all I will accept.” He looks at you for a moment, brows creased and jaw tightening just a tad.

“You do understand it is my wedding too, correct?”

“That I do.” You say, annoyed

“Then how is it that I can not have someone who i consider family by my side as my best women for our big day?”

“Is she really just family, though?”

He looks at you with a tilted head “of course, what else would she be?”

“Oh, I’d say she’s Practically your first wife with how you treat her.” You reply without hesitation, your tone condescending.

“What?”

“Is she wedding dress shopping too or did you do that already with her and the dress you supposedly gifted me was from the discarded ones she didn’t choose?” You say, your anger rising.

“….Y/N, stop.”

“Or Maybe I should just be the wedding planner and allow you two secret lovebirds to become publicly official. How does that sound, Mr Qin?” You continue while now laughing and tearing up, years of unresolved feelings pouring out. “Maybe then I can finally stop competing for your love, your time, fuck for YOU!”

“Y/N!”

You shout,“WHY MARRY ME? Why when you can be with her. WH-“

“I DONT KNOW!” He shouts back.

“W-what? Y-you don’t what??”

You stop, eyes widening in shock at not just how angry he is but him yelling at you. He has never even raised his voice let alone yelled at you. And then to say he doesn’t know? So when he realizes, he stops as well, his gaze is a mixture of hurt and utter disbelief.

“You don’t know why you’re marrying me?” You ask, voice laced with hurt and disbelief

Silence. He knows it’s not what he meant but also knew that it wasn’t a lie. Your feelings about their relationship weren’t misplaced. Anyone with eyes would see what she sees and react the same way. Did he love you? Yes. Did he also love her? Also yes, but in a different way. How could he tell you that she was his wife in a past life? How could he expect you to understand how complicated their relationship was and that even though he could completely understand why you would wanting to cut her off that he simply can’t? Before he could respond, you throw your ring and the ultrasound pictures in his face.

“I’m pregnant Sylus. And if you’re going to choose her, just like you always do, then we are leaving.” You stand up as you watch his face go through several emotions from shock to disbelief to happiness and horror. “And I’ll be damned if me and my babies are second choices.” As you walk out of the room, face tear stained and scorned, Sylus sits slumped in his chair, speechless for a moment before quickly getting up. His hand finding yours, stopping you mid packing. He tries to explain but you yank your hand away, and calmly turn to him. Eyes red and your face now void of emotion you say to him, “You have a choice to make, Sylus Qin” his stares down at you, eyes widening. “And this will be your one and only chance to make it. I’m done sacrificing my peace for a man who won’t.”

TW: Death, Childloss, Blood, Mentions of torture, Kidnapping

Zayne: You were found in an alley right next to your favorite pastry shop, a gun shot wound to the chest.

He was held up at a work function four hours away when he received the call. You were rushed to a hospital after a call from a concerned bystander heard a gun shot ring out and rushed to see what it was.

You weren’t supposed to be out that day due to running a slight fever from overworking yourself but due to various reasons, you thought it would be faster to get the items you wanted yourself instead of ordering online. Once the ambulance got there, they took you to a hospital that wasn’t the one he works at but it was the closest to where you were and you ended up dying on the table.

It took them 10 minutes to actually attempt to treat you and by then, it was too late. The justice system had failed at catching the murderers and when the funeral happened, a letter mocking you death came with a box of dead flowers.

Filled with rage, Zayne begins to slowly but swiftly find the men who killed you and one by one, take them out in the most brutal of ways. By the time the authorities caught up to him, Zayne was elderly and living alone in the mountains, a frozen tomb carved with his very hands only a few meters away holding your body as its final resting place.

Sylus: Killed by a drunken driver while on your way home to tell him you were pregnant, basically resulting in yours and the babies lives being lost.

Sylus was in the middle of a high stakes negotiation when Mephisto reported it to him that you were in an hit and run. The way this man almost died himself trying to get to the scene was devastating.

The horrible part is that he was there before the paramedics and when he got off his bike and saw you being held together by the streetlight pole he absolutely lost it. Your last words were “we’re pregnant” before dying on the scene. While paramedics and police tried to get to you, others were trying to drag Sylus away. The ultrasound pictures were clenched in his hands as his yells of your name could be heard from miles away. The killer was never found.

It’s said that in later years, he built a garden the size of the taj mahal with a playground attached in yours and the unborn child’s honor and that he sits there everyday for hours just talking to you both and later his body is discovered near your headstones. Later found he died of a broken heart.

Rafayel: He was making a rare appearance at an art exhibition out of town when he found out a crazy fan who worked at the coffee shop near your shared home ended up spiking your coffee resulting in you having a heart attack and dying on your kitchen floor.

Something told him to not go to the event and to send a representative as he has always done but was strong armed into going by his agent. When he found out the news, it had already been three hours after it happened and he found out via the news. Not by his agent, not via phone call or by hospital staff, the damn news channel.

Heartbroken is an understatement when it comes to the pain he felt. Rage, sorrow and utter devastation filled his body and mind. Devastated because you died alone and he wasn’t there to protect you, sorrow because he didn’t listen to his instincts and rage towards not just his agent for strong arming him to go and turning off and holding his phone hostage until after the event but toward the person who took you from him.

People say that his last piece which has now become a part of the greatest art pieces of all time is a portrait of and named after you. The painting is so beautifully tragic that it unsettles those who have laid their eyes upon it. Beautiful because of the color and the contrast between the look in your eyes and how it’s partially unfinished due to him crying so much that permanently damaged his eyes but tragic because your smile never reaches your eyes.

It stays that after he painted it, he disappeared without a trace and only that painting remains. But others have theories that he is the “midsummer killer” who has been killing people who resembles you and takes part of their faces due to him. going mad and leaving a paint stroke on their clothes in your favorite color. But that has yet to be proven.

Xavier: You pass away peacefully in your sleep right beside him and he has no idea until he tries to physically wake you up.

He noticed about a month ago how your energy has been lower than normal but chalked it up to stress and overworking. But when he tries to convince you to rest more, you insist that you’re fine and you promise to fully rest on your day off coming up. He backs off but the feeling of uneasiness won’t shake.

Fast forward to the night before where all you have been doing is lounging and sleeping all day with him. Majority of the day, you’re sleeping in bed and barely getting up unless to eat and use the restroom. He tells you that he’s worried and that you should go to the emergency room because being this tired is not normal but you convince him it’s the ladder. Your last words to him being “I’ll see you in my dreams”.

He never recovers and refuses to sleep. Doctors tell him his body is now dying faster due to the lack of sleep and lack of nutrients but he doesn’t care. As you said, you’ll see him in your dreams so why not speed up the process? He’s found dead inside of your mausoleum, tear streaks permanently staining his face.

Caleb: You were kidnapped and tortured by those who had a vendetta against him.

His job was always dangerous and risky. So he made sure that no one would know that you, his wife, existed. But unfortunately, they found out. You never knew what the nature of his job was but knew it was government affiliated so you respected your husbands privacy. But because of this, your life was taken and it was taken horribly.

They snatched you up while at a vegetable stall. You were buying items for the meal you were going to make to celebrate yours and Caleb’s first wedding anniversary. As you got done paying and started to leave, you were lured by a child and that’s how they got you. Your necklace that he gave you doubled as a gps tracker so when yanked, he receives an alert. Unfortunately, said alert wasn’t noticed until the last moment.

Your death completely unravels him to his core and when your corpse is found, it’s said that six men had to forcibly pry your battered corpse out of his hands. And at the funeral, it is said that he attempted to throw himself into the plot with you, causing an insane amount of damage. The kidnappers were not found by the police until later when their bodies were discovered washed up, brutally beaten and tortured at a lake nearby the city. If not for their names being carved in their chest, they would be unrecognizable.

It’s is unknown where Caleb is now but it is said that after his disappearance, but it is said he is still searching for the ringleader who caused all of this.

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TW: Child Loss & Depression

Husband!SylusQinXWife!Reader

Because Sylus would do anything to take this pain from you.

The heartache, the emptiness, the guilt and the feeling that all of this, the loss of your child, was your fault. He wanted to take all of it away. And what breaks him the most is seeing his love cry quietly in the middle of the night while hugging the stuffed toy version of Mephisto that you both had created with a sound box inside that every time it’s hugged, it’s the both of you and the twins saying “We love you, Birdy” come from it. Every squeeze making the loss harder seeing how excited you all were and how many takes it took to have it sound just right. It was heartbreaking to see,m and he felt not just helpless but useless.

Useless because every time he tried to talk to you, you would turn away and or look completely empty inside, void of feeling. Useless because when the doctors gave you the news that the possibility of having another was slim, he couldn’t stop the shooting pain in your chest from happening as your dreams of having a family were shattered. Useless in a way that he felt like less of a man because he as your husband wasn’t able to shield you from all of this and it took a lot of convincing and talking from others who care for the both of you for him to realize that he wasn’t useless and that you both needed each other more than ever.

He would give his life for you to not feel this way and for you to be able to understand that it wasn’t and that life simply isn’t fair but he know that no matter how many times friend, family, doctors and himself say it, you’ll never not feel this way and it hurts. He wants you scream, shout, break things and cling onto him for support but knowing that grief is different for everyone, he can’t force you. And he won’t. So the next best thing?

He will wait.

Wait on you beck and call while respecting your need for space. Being there even if it’s in the other room while you bawl your eyes out in the very room you both painstakingly and happily planned for your baby to live in for the fifth time that day. Love you when you no longer want or have the capacity to love for yourself. He will wait And while he waits, he will also mourn so that then when you’re ready, he can be there and you both can mourn and grow together because that is what must be done and what he wants and needs to do.

That’s right, he’s absolutely terrified of a child. Not just any child, his child.

Everyone says they have never seen such a beautiful baby who’s the perfect mix of the both you and him but he swears up and down that the beauty is all you. And those facial expressions and your signature eye roll? No need to inquire on a dna test. You might be wondering why he’s afraid of the baby in question. Well..

That attitude.

His through and through. Especially when it comes to rage baiting and carrying that sassy aura like thier father. Getting The last word? Wanting to get on daddy’s last nerve? This child? Is the all time champion of it and you love it.

He adorably calls your baby a terror. You call it karma with a sweet face.

Vampire!HusbandSylusQinxNonMCHumanWife!Reader

TW: FLUFF & Claustrophobia Mentioned

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to feel pressured, sweetie.”

You nod almost too fast in fear he might change his mind. Sylus sighs softly and asks you once more just for good measure before opening his car door and coming to your side. “I only ask because for the majority, this is quite morbid.” You again reassure him that you’re more than okay with this choice before heading inside. Even though your mouth is saying one thing, he can sense the utter fear you have just by looking at your eyes and how your chest rose and fell quicker than normal. Inside where, you ask?

A funeral home.

Now why in the world were you both heading to a funeral home and on Sylus’s birthday of all days? Well, to pick a casket of course. Not just any casket, a marital casket. It was initially your idea, tired of sleeping alone in the large California King bed while your husband slept separately in his casket. At first, he immediately said no due to the reputation and meaning behind caskets in general, your claustrophobia, and most of all, his fear that he might not be able to control himself with your sent practically smothering him inside. The idea that his human wife wanted to lay beside him alone made his still heart putter patter but to sleep? If possible, he’d have a heart attack.

“I don’t feel as though this is wise, pet” he says, hesitating to take another step into the parlor.

“But Sy, I want to be next to you!” You reply, eyes looking up at him eagerly even though the fear still shows.

“I understand that but I would be failing as a husband if. I decide to ignore your obvious feelings of fear, dear.”

You glance down at your hands and realize that your attempt to hide your obvious fear has failed miserably. Of not for your already sped up heartbeat that’s almost visible through your shirt, your hands were practically vibrating in fear.

You protest, “B-but-“

“Kitten..”

You stop mid stutter. “I just..really want to be closer with you. It feels so lonely in that bed.” Something breaks in him when you say that. The last thing he wants his wife to feel is loneliness. “Let’s go get dinner and talk it over. Maybe we can find a compromise.” His tone soft while wiping away a stray tear. “Is that alright, my love?” You nod and then give his arm a big squeeze, signaling that you were ready to go. On the ride home from dinner, an idea pops up in your head. One that will not just help you sleep, but also avoid the coffin.

A plushie. A life size 6ft plushie of him. You think it’s amazing. He’s already jealous of it and it’s not even made yet.

“Because blood is blood”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as your boyfriend slowly raises the pair of blood stained panties to his mouth. You have half The urge to jump up and snatch them away from him but for some strange reason, you’re also intrigued-and turned on- by it.

“Sy..please hand those back.”

“What for?”

“What do you mean, what for?! They are ruined and dirty!”

“They are perfectly fine and dirty? Your blood?” He scoffs. “Never”

Before you could even blink, you see is tongue slowly drag along your Panty line, his eyes a vibrant crimson. “You did not..” you say while you gasp, half alarmed half. Aroused. He licks his lips in response. A wink accompanied with a smirk. “I did. And I wouldn’t have if someone was a bit more…open minded.” You just sit their flustered and refuse to respond after. A few hours later, you’re lying there on the bed while he’s in the kitchen getting you water and migraine medicine thinking and Forgetting he can read your mind you think to yourself “why am I soo turned on by this? What is wrong with me?” And he replies via mind link “oh? Having second thoughts ” And you’re just like :