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['til the morning light; frank iero/gerard way, 1208 words]
Title: 'Til The Morning Light
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blindmadness
Word Count: 1208
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Rating: PGish
Fandom/'Verse: Bandom; Belleville-and-Wilmette-'verse
Summary: When the Princess of Belleville enters the rooms meant as workplaces for the Prince of Belleville, he finds his husband -- likely one of the strongest sorcerers in the land, the second (or third, depending on who you ask) most powerful man in the kingdom, and heir to a crown dating back thousands of years -- poking his finger delightedly into a hole in the wall.
Notes: Post-And I Dream Of What I Need and fully a canonical part of this 'verse. Written quickly and haphazardly and un-beta'd-ly forlyo's request for fluff, and I really hope that this helps. ♥ (Returning to this corner of the 'verse makes me really happy, also. :>)
Warning: This 'verse contains glossed-over-specifics!mpreg. That is all.
When the Princess of Belleville enters the rooms meant as workplaces for the Prince of Belleville, he finds his husband -- likely one of the strongest sorcerers in the land, the second (or third, depending on who you ask) most powerful man in the kingdom, and heir to a crown dating back thousands of years -- poking his finger delightedly into a hole in the wall.
"Did you know," Frank demands in tones of hushed awe, turning to beam excitedly at Gerard's vaguely bewildered expression, "that there's actually traces of gold in the mortar holding the stones together? Gold! In the fucking mortar!" He shakes his head with the disbelief of someone who had lived his entire life in a place with less than half of the rooms he owned now total. "I'm never going to get used to this."
"There's also grains of sapphire in the woodwork of your desk," Gerard murmurs, then laughs quietly as Frank's eyes widen and he jumps, turning immediately towards the furniture in question. "I'm kidding. Though it is the sort of thing they might actually do."
"Insane," Frank says under his breath, shaking his head again. He's been in the castle for five and a half months now, but there's been so much for him to learn, both about being a prince and living like one, that he discovers something new almost every day that sets him back to gawking in awe like the very first time he set foot inside his new home. "What is it?" he asks then, looking back up at Gerard curiously. "Not that I don't appreciate the visit, but you're usually pretty busy off doing -- whatever things you do that I don't know how to do yet. Maybe trying to beat up people who still don't think I'm a good prince or something, for all I know."
Gerard lets out a quiet little noise that's almost offended at that, but he doesn't protest; both of them know he probably couldn't do serious damage to anyone unless he were really trying and really, really angry. He meets Frank's eyes for a moment, then glances down, absently scuffing the toe of one shoe against the floor. "Uh," he says, more quietly than usual. "It's actually -- um."
Frank waits; when no further answer seems forthcoming, he frowns faintly and takes a step closer. "Everything's okay?" he asks, voice more quiet in turn with concern. "Is anyone hurt? Are you hurt? Am I going to have to try to beat people up too? 'Cause I really don't think anyone wants that -- "
A slightly choked sound not quite a laugh comes from Gerard, who then shakes his head firmly, still not looking up. "No, it's not -- no, no one's -- I'm fine. Everything's -- fine." He takes a deep breath, as if to reassure himself of this, and after forcing himself to stop fidgeting with his sleeve, looks up -- and as if doing this in a nervous rush will make it easier, blurts out, "I'm pregnant."
The few seconds of dead silence in the room are broken by what can only be described as a quiet, hastily muffled squeak coming from Frank.
"Sorry," he says quickly, closing his eyes for a moment. "Just. I. You're." He opens his eyes for the sole purpose of staring at Gerard like he's never seen him before. "I don't -- how -- I -- didn't really -- what?"
"The 'how' is pretty obvious, at least," Gerard mutters in an attempt at casual, wry humour; his fingers are tightly twisted together, though, and the toe of his boot is beating out a quick, nervous tattoo against the stone floor. "And -- the 'what''s pretty straightforward too."
Frank shakes his head to clear it; now that the news seems to be sinking in, his features are shifting into a mix of complete disbelief and something that might be elation. "I don't -- damn, I seriously just -- I didn't even -- wow. How far along?" he demands suddenly, eyes going brighter. "How -- do you know when -- "
Gerard's visibly relaxed a little now that there's no evidence of Frank either reacting poorly or passing out or anything of the sort; he even manages a faint, wry grin at that. "Well, let's see," he replies, wrinkling his nose in thought. "Of course I charted out on my calendar those very few nights we spent having sex so I could pinpoint the exact one should this happen -- "
"Right, right, I get it," Frank cuts him off, looking a little sheepish. "I don't need an exact date, just -- "
"About two or three months along, the doctors are guessing," Gerard cuts in, faint grin slightly shy now. "They're completely unsurprised by how quickly we got to it."
"If their husband were this gorgeous, they'd get to it quickly too," Frank says firmly, grinning at the faintest of flushes this brings to Gerard's face. "Speaking of which, those really rare instances of sex we're having won't hurt the baby, will it?" he adds, suddenly concerned as he steps close enough to rest his hands at Gerard's hips.
"Always thinking about the important things, darling," Gerard murmurs as he willingly shifts closer, hand moving to Frank's shoulder. "But your baser urges won't need to suffer. It'll be fine for months. Thank God," he adds in an undertone that makes Frank grin.
"Can I -- " He suddenly looks almost shy, letting a hand slide over Gerard's stomach. "I can't feel it kick or anything yet, can I?" he asks, already looking a little disappointed at what he's sure the answer'll be.
Any lingering nerves Gerard may have felt about how this news would change things between them vanish; he lets his free hand slide over Frank's and shakes his head. "Next month, maybe. I'll let you know once I feel it and then we'll sit around for hours making stupid sounds at my belly, how's that?"
"Perfect," Frank exclaims, looking genuinely pleased by this prospect. Shifting close enough to kiss Gerard's nose, he continues, "I don't think I told you how happy I am that you're finally fulfilling your station in life by giving me an heir. I mean, it's about time. And if it's a girl, it'll be all your fault and I'll have you clapped in irons. After I make sure we have a boy first, of course."
Gerard's laughing helplessly by now, lifting his hand in order to properly smack Frank's shoulder. "Asshole," he says with a broad grin, and one of Frank's hands comes up to catch Gerard's and squeeze gently.
"It'll be perfect," he says more quietly and seriously, "because it's a part of you, and more importantly it's a part of us, and we'll finally be able to show the world exactly what kind of amazing things come from us being together."
Gerard leans in to rest their foreheads together, grin softening into one of simple contentment. "I love you," is all he says, because it's all he needs to say right now.
"I love you too," comes the immediate, soft reply as Frank closes the distance between them. When he pulls away from the kiss, he's suddenly beaming, eyes bright with anticipation. "Hey -- do you realize this baby could be a magical prince or princess?"
Author:
blindmadnessWord Count: 1208
Pairing: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Rating: PGish
Fandom/'Verse: Bandom; Belleville-and-Wilmette-'verse
Summary: When the Princess of Belleville enters the rooms meant as workplaces for the Prince of Belleville, he finds his husband -- likely one of the strongest sorcerers in the land, the second (or third, depending on who you ask) most powerful man in the kingdom, and heir to a crown dating back thousands of years -- poking his finger delightedly into a hole in the wall.
Notes: Post-And I Dream Of What I Need and fully a canonical part of this 'verse. Written quickly and haphazardly and un-beta'd-ly for
lyo's request for fluff, and I really hope that this helps. ♥ (Returning to this corner of the 'verse makes me really happy, also. :>)Warning: This 'verse contains glossed-over-specifics!mpreg. That is all.
When the Princess of Belleville enters the rooms meant as workplaces for the Prince of Belleville, he finds his husband -- likely one of the strongest sorcerers in the land, the second (or third, depending on who you ask) most powerful man in the kingdom, and heir to a crown dating back thousands of years -- poking his finger delightedly into a hole in the wall.
"Did you know," Frank demands in tones of hushed awe, turning to beam excitedly at Gerard's vaguely bewildered expression, "that there's actually traces of gold in the mortar holding the stones together? Gold! In the fucking mortar!" He shakes his head with the disbelief of someone who had lived his entire life in a place with less than half of the rooms he owned now total. "I'm never going to get used to this."
"There's also grains of sapphire in the woodwork of your desk," Gerard murmurs, then laughs quietly as Frank's eyes widen and he jumps, turning immediately towards the furniture in question. "I'm kidding. Though it is the sort of thing they might actually do."
"Insane," Frank says under his breath, shaking his head again. He's been in the castle for five and a half months now, but there's been so much for him to learn, both about being a prince and living like one, that he discovers something new almost every day that sets him back to gawking in awe like the very first time he set foot inside his new home. "What is it?" he asks then, looking back up at Gerard curiously. "Not that I don't appreciate the visit, but you're usually pretty busy off doing -- whatever things you do that I don't know how to do yet. Maybe trying to beat up people who still don't think I'm a good prince or something, for all I know."
Gerard lets out a quiet little noise that's almost offended at that, but he doesn't protest; both of them know he probably couldn't do serious damage to anyone unless he were really trying and really, really angry. He meets Frank's eyes for a moment, then glances down, absently scuffing the toe of one shoe against the floor. "Uh," he says, more quietly than usual. "It's actually -- um."
Frank waits; when no further answer seems forthcoming, he frowns faintly and takes a step closer. "Everything's okay?" he asks, voice more quiet in turn with concern. "Is anyone hurt? Are you hurt? Am I going to have to try to beat people up too? 'Cause I really don't think anyone wants that -- "
A slightly choked sound not quite a laugh comes from Gerard, who then shakes his head firmly, still not looking up. "No, it's not -- no, no one's -- I'm fine. Everything's -- fine." He takes a deep breath, as if to reassure himself of this, and after forcing himself to stop fidgeting with his sleeve, looks up -- and as if doing this in a nervous rush will make it easier, blurts out, "I'm pregnant."
The few seconds of dead silence in the room are broken by what can only be described as a quiet, hastily muffled squeak coming from Frank.
"Sorry," he says quickly, closing his eyes for a moment. "Just. I. You're." He opens his eyes for the sole purpose of staring at Gerard like he's never seen him before. "I don't -- how -- I -- didn't really -- what?"
"The 'how' is pretty obvious, at least," Gerard mutters in an attempt at casual, wry humour; his fingers are tightly twisted together, though, and the toe of his boot is beating out a quick, nervous tattoo against the stone floor. "And -- the 'what''s pretty straightforward too."
Frank shakes his head to clear it; now that the news seems to be sinking in, his features are shifting into a mix of complete disbelief and something that might be elation. "I don't -- damn, I seriously just -- I didn't even -- wow. How far along?" he demands suddenly, eyes going brighter. "How -- do you know when -- "
Gerard's visibly relaxed a little now that there's no evidence of Frank either reacting poorly or passing out or anything of the sort; he even manages a faint, wry grin at that. "Well, let's see," he replies, wrinkling his nose in thought. "Of course I charted out on my calendar those very few nights we spent having sex so I could pinpoint the exact one should this happen -- "
"Right, right, I get it," Frank cuts him off, looking a little sheepish. "I don't need an exact date, just -- "
"About two or three months along, the doctors are guessing," Gerard cuts in, faint grin slightly shy now. "They're completely unsurprised by how quickly we got to it."
"If their husband were this gorgeous, they'd get to it quickly too," Frank says firmly, grinning at the faintest of flushes this brings to Gerard's face. "Speaking of which, those really rare instances of sex we're having won't hurt the baby, will it?" he adds, suddenly concerned as he steps close enough to rest his hands at Gerard's hips.
"Always thinking about the important things, darling," Gerard murmurs as he willingly shifts closer, hand moving to Frank's shoulder. "But your baser urges won't need to suffer. It'll be fine for months. Thank God," he adds in an undertone that makes Frank grin.
"Can I -- " He suddenly looks almost shy, letting a hand slide over Gerard's stomach. "I can't feel it kick or anything yet, can I?" he asks, already looking a little disappointed at what he's sure the answer'll be.
Any lingering nerves Gerard may have felt about how this news would change things between them vanish; he lets his free hand slide over Frank's and shakes his head. "Next month, maybe. I'll let you know once I feel it and then we'll sit around for hours making stupid sounds at my belly, how's that?"
"Perfect," Frank exclaims, looking genuinely pleased by this prospect. Shifting close enough to kiss Gerard's nose, he continues, "I don't think I told you how happy I am that you're finally fulfilling your station in life by giving me an heir. I mean, it's about time. And if it's a girl, it'll be all your fault and I'll have you clapped in irons. After I make sure we have a boy first, of course."
Gerard's laughing helplessly by now, lifting his hand in order to properly smack Frank's shoulder. "Asshole," he says with a broad grin, and one of Frank's hands comes up to catch Gerard's and squeeze gently.
"It'll be perfect," he says more quietly and seriously, "because it's a part of you, and more importantly it's a part of us, and we'll finally be able to show the world exactly what kind of amazing things come from us being together."
Gerard leans in to rest their foreheads together, grin softening into one of simple contentment. "I love you," is all he says, because it's all he needs to say right now.
"I love you too," comes the immediate, soft reply as Frank closes the distance between them. When he pulls away from the kiss, he's suddenly beaming, eyes bright with anticipation. "Hey -- do you realize this baby could be a magical prince or princess?"