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007n7 never expected this. This domestic life he found himself in. Waking up everyday to a large, warm body engulfing him. Eyes opening to the warm hue of a sunrise, or the smell of a well cooked breakfast.
Seven also never expected this. His eyes trailed down his nude body in the mirror and towards his stomach, which currently possessed a slight bulge. His eyes lingered there for some time, hand on his stomach until figure appeared in the doorway of the small bathroom. Right shoulder leaning against creaking rich brown wood that had seen better days.
Seven’s head turned to face his partner. Eyes meeting a dark furry chest before moving up to meet eyes with him
Stood before Seven was the infamous admin and overseer of the Banlands, Doombringer. His ever so doting husband and father of the child growing side him.
Doom’s eyes admired Seven’s figure, “What’s got you thinking so hard?” A small smile appeared on his face as he took in the brunette’s amusing facial expressions.
Seven turned to the mirror once more, his mind so full of various answers he didn’t know where to start. He glanced down at his stomach, softly poking the soft flesh. “ I don’t know how to feel about this.” His reply came with a tone of uncertainty and a questioning of the situation he found himself in.
On one hand Seven didn’t mind this at all, in fact it was starting to grow on him. This life brought peace to him, a chance to settle down, and a loving partner that was there at his every whim.
On the other hand, this was an admin. His supposed sworn enemy. Seven wasn’t suppose to be associated with Doom. Let alone carrying Doom’s child. He was supposed to one of Robloxia’s greatest exploiters.
Not only that but not many people were fond of the admins. They wouldn’t hesitate to go after a loved one if it meant hurting the ones that banned their friends. Especially since Seven was at his most vulnerable.
Firm hands found their way around Seven’s waist. Furry chest and body flushed to Seven’s own backside. Doom’s head buried itself into the nook of Seven’s neck, effectively trapping him in a comforting embrace.
A calm quiet followed the fragile moment. Time seemed to slowed as both lived in the moment. Appreciating and basking in each other’s presence.
Breaths, heartbeat, and body in sync. An understanding settled between the two, one so deep it blanketed their souls. A love so strong it could hold up the sky with a look.
Doom’s voice was the first to break the warm silence, “You look perfect like this my love.” His tone gave away the overwhelming adoration for the man he held. A rough, calloused hand rubbed slow, gentle circles into Seven’s swollen stomach. Doom continued, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, I wouldn’t let anything get between you and me, let alone hurt you.”
Seven’s vision blurred as a particular fat tear ran down his check, staining a wet path for more to come in its wake. He shifted, turning his body around to fully face Doom, and buried his face into the admin’s furry chest.
The large hand, once caressing, now came up to cradle the back of the retired exploiter’s head. His fingers carding through shoulder length brunette strands.
Both stood still once more, neither wanting to make a move.
“Let’s get you something to eat, yeah?” Doom’s voice came out low and soft. A contrast to the authority he held.
A soft hum came from his partner, an answer that needed so further explanation.
The admin let out a hearty chuckle as he departed from the embrace, a sound of disappointment emanating from Seven before they both parted ways.
Seven heading to their shared bedroom to get dress, and Doom to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the both of them.
In the that moment of silence, nothing but fondness swelled in Seven’s heart.
And he wouldn’t have in any other way.