I’m putting it under a read more - it does involve references to miscarriage and stillbirth, but ya boy is ok.
He’s dreaming again. They’re on the run, and he’s so tired. So hungry. His belly is a hard knot, aching, something like a coal sinking into his pelvis. His feet burn as he tries to keep running, dead limbs leaden. His pater turns to look at him, lip curled as he snarls.
He can’t keep going, and falls to his knees as the burning pain crests.
He wails as he holds the tiny body to him, cold and quiet. It was pure hubris to think he could bear living young.
He wakes up sobbing. Marcus tries to console him, unable to before the sun sets. Gus sees the text as soon as he wakes and rushes to the next room.
NarcĂs is still crying, holding on to Marcus like a rock in a stormy sea.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
NarcĂs manages to explain the dream he had, so real, and the painful stillbirth. Gus looks like his heart might break. He joins Marcus on the bed, cuddling NarcĂs between them. Marcus’ shirt is soaked with bloody tears. NarcĂs cries out as his baby kicks, surprised and relieved. He wheezes as he cries, his system inflamed and irritated by the onslaught. He snuffles into Marcus as he calms down, his adoptive parents rubbing his stomach and back.
He staggers downstairs for a late breakfast, Gus and Marcus fussing over him. They put him on the couch with one of the enormous squishmallows, letting him hug it and use it as a bolster pillow. He still looks fragile and teary, hiccuping every so often.
They put a movie on and sit with him, Gus playing with his hair and Marcus massaging his feet and ankles. NarcĂs can hardly believe his luck. He half-dozes off, holding the squishmallow to him.
“Do you think we should call Dr. Rubardt?” He hears Marcus murmur through the haze of not-quite-sleep.
“I think I will before dawn, just to keep him updated,” Gus whispers. He doesn’t stop petting NarcĂs’s hair. “Hopefully it’s nothing.”
NarcĂs tries to not let on that he’s awake, but grunts slightly as Peanut surprises him with a kick to the side. Marcus chuckles and puts his hand on NarcĂs’s stomach over the protrusion.
“Looks like she’s okay,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb fondly over the foot or elbow within. Gus puts his hand over his husband’s. NarcĂs falls back asleep with the warmth of their hands on his belly, reassuring and comforting.
He wakes later with a start, face coming off the squishmallow and leaving a string of bloody drool. “Where-” he says instinctively, blurrily, still sleepy.
“Hey, you’re good! You’re still at home,” he hears. It’s Kristofer.
NarcĂs struggles to sit up, tweaking his back slightly as he attempts to lever himself up from the couch like he would in the past. Kris is there, and he lets the Nosferatu sit him upright. He looks around the room, trying to get his bearings. It’s still the drawing-room of the Clary house. Something is on the TV. He rubs his hand over his stomach, feeling for Peanut. “Um, what time is it?”
“It’s just after 4,” Kris explains. “Do you want anything to eat? I brought home extra from Duke’s.” He opens the takeaway box, showing the blood pudding within. NarcĂs could cry.
“Oh, yes, please,” he says, realizing how hungry he is. He falls on the leftovers, shoveling it into his mouth with the plastic fork. “It’s so good. Was Curtiss working?” He asks with a mouth full of the enriched blood.
“Yeah, he said to give you this for you and Peanut,” Kris laughs. “He said the team misses you but they understand, you can’t be on your feet like that.”
He hums with pleasure, happy that his friends remember him, soothed by the food.
“Dad said you had a bad dream. How are you feeling?” Kris asks softly.
“Much better,” NarcĂs says. His fork scrapes around the takeout container, chasing all the crumbs. “It just felt so real.” He shudders slightly in instinctive unease.
“I’m sorry,” Kris says earnestly. “I hope you don’t have any dreams today.”
“I think I’ll be ok.” He smiles finally, a shy one that shows his crooked fangs.
Day number 16 and we have Angel/Demon but I went with Demon because Sunzac is one after all <33 And he got all dolled up for everyone even put on a little lipstick to blow some kisses <3
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