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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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FILL 6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-12-15 12:39 am (UTC)(link)v + i: Queenie
They were lying in that syrupy-sweet zone between lovemaking and sleep, when Queenie nuzzled Jacob's neck and whispered, “I want to put a baby in your belly…”
“Whoa,” he whistled, taking her seriously. “I don’t think we’re ready for a baby yet!”
“I’m just playing, silly!” She batted him on the nose with her finger and he chuckled and caught her hand in his own, bringing it to his lips and crowning it with a chivalrous kiss. His moustache tickled, so she giggled too and nestled against him, the crook of his elbow softer than any pillow and his sleepy thoughts more comforting than any lullaby.
The exchange milled about in Jacob’s head the next morning as he laid out croissants with butter and preserves for their special Sunday breakfast. Queenie made the coffee, looking up to admire the red leather band peeking out from beneath his dressing gown. It had to be the most successful gift she’d ever given him – after taking it for a few spins in the bedroom, he’d taken it to wearing it whenever he was alone with her. It made his thoughts fuzzy and warm.
“Babe,” he finally said as he spread strawberry preserves on his croissant. “You can tell me, you know. If you really want kids. I don’t know how the… the magic part of this works, and I don’t think I’d make a very good mom anyway, but--”
“Aw, sweetie!” Queenie put her hand over his, stroking the burn scar he carried from his very first foray into baking. “I don’t think we’re ready either. I really was just playing around.”
“Playing around?” He lowered his voice, as if people with delicate sensibilities might be listening. “You mean, like we play around with the collar?”
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.” Queenie realised, with a shiver, that she had never before loved another mind enough to reveal her own. Now, in the clear light of day with her thinking properly, this was difficult. This had to be handled properly, precisely, or he’d… he’d…
“You know I like taking care of people.” She felt her face heat up, suddenly feeling small and ridiculous. “So I guess I’ve been thinking, there’s no better way of caring for others than being a dad, you know? I mean of course that ain’t true, moms care just as much, I’m getting all muddled up here…”
“Hey,” Jacob was staring at her as if hooked on every word, his croissant untouched. “You don’t have to try so hard, babe. I just wanna understand, that’s all.”
Deep breath. Queenie grappled for his mind to see what he really thought of her, but her hold slipped and she was left in darkness.
“I-I just think you’d be so pretty and helpless if you were an-- an expecting mom,” she stuttered, her voice breaking as she struggled in a peat bog of embarrassment. “I just wanna do everything for you. Make sure you’re warm and full and well-rested, and rip apart anyone who tries to lay a finger on you.” Tears welled up in her eyes, and she dashed them away furiously. “And you’ll be mine, mine forever with my baby inside you, so you can never, ever--”
Leave. The word choked her, burning her throat like hot black tar.
“Oh no, baby.” He was on one knee beside her, wrapping his arms around her, dabbing at her eyes with his handkerchief. “Don’t you cry! I’m such a big ol’ nosy puppy!” She smiled in spite of herself as he tugged on his collar and stuck out his tongue. “I gotta ask questions all the time. That’s just the trouble with me, and I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be.” She sniffed, feeling like an utter idiot. His golden warmth was back, drying up her tears like the sun after a thunderstorm. “I was just scared, sweetie. Scared you wouldn’t understand, and you’d think I was messed up.”
“Oh, you’re messed up all right. Look, your makeup’s running everywhere. You look like a real wicked witch!” Jacob giggled, suddenly leaning in to rub his nose against hers. how Eskimos kiss, he’d told her the first time he’d done it. “But the thing is, I’m messed up too. So’s Tina, and Newt, and Credence and Mr. Graves. And you hold all of us together. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to any of us, Queenie Goldstein!”
Queenie began to cry properly, but these were a different kind of tears. She cried, washing herself clean in Jacob’s endless love and devotion, cried until she choked and began to laugh like Jacob's wicked witch, and he was laughing too, kissing her everywhere until she was sure she would melt away.
After she had washed her face and they had returned to the abandoned croissants, Jacob pouted at her with an odd glint in his eye.
“I’m hungry,” he whined. “But I’m too tired to move. Junior’s been kicking all night and I couldn’t sleep. Won’t you please feed me, babe?”
She giggled like a little girl, then put on a mask of seriousness.
“Of course I will, darling. I’m here to take care of you forever and ever.” And she picked up his croissant and brought it to his lips, then kissed a strawberry line from his cheek.
Re: FILL 6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-12-15 01:48 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-12-15 03:51 am (UTC)(link)Anon, you are glorious! I love how Queenie, despite being so confident and open when helping other people and reading their thoughts, finds herself struggling with vulnerability and fear of rejection when it's her turn to share something private and sensitive. That felt very real. And I love how it's Jacob's turn to be the reassuring one, and to take care of her by letting himself be taken care of. All in all, this is a wonderful conclusion to a wonderful series, and you've got a great eye for what makes all these characters tick on a psychological level. Thanks for writing!
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-15 12:15 pm (UTC)(link)Queenie is so sweet, Jacob is so sweet, and Queenie having this link makes so much sense. I love everything about this fic.
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(Anonymous) 2016-12-15 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)(Cross-dressing!Graves is still my favorite part, but it's a tie with this now - you had me all teary-eyed by the time they ate the friggin' croissants!)
Re: FILL 6/6
(Anonymous) 2016-12-15 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)