Jane Doe (Various TWST x Black! Milf! Reader)

Light, Camera, Action! I Ain't Come Here To Play!

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I haven't properly proofread everything, I apologize in advance if something doesn't make sense!

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Two lines.

Positive.

Your hands shook as the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You were pregnant…?

The last person you slept with was your ex boyfriend, Ezra Miracle. Not an ex on bad terms, but because he was killed nearly a month ago. A trap, the murderer used a child pretending to be in pain to bait Ezra in before killing him.

Your beloved man, the eldest son and natural caretaker he was, took the bait.

Of course, his family told you that he loved you until his last breath, but that didn't numb the pain any less. Now, seeing the two lines on the stupid test seemed to…

Lighten it?

You found yourself sitting on your bed, right beside the bathroom before dissociating.

This was Ezra's final gift to you. But with the conditions you were in, there would be no way for you to support the baby.

On one side, you were crying tears of joy that there was a part of Ezra that would live on. On the other hand… Why did you have to be alone to finally see it happen?

“Was this a blessing or a sick joke, Ezra?” You hummed, your eyes dull as you placed your hands on your stomach. No, a child was never a curse, it was the situation and environment that influenced your mindset. It also depended solely on what you wanted.

And you wanted this baby.

You grew tired at the rush of emotions that ran through you. You laid down and threw the blankets over your frame, barely having enough will to turn the lamp off, which you still did.

If only you could be taken away, somewhere you could live in peace with this baby.

The darkness surrounded you as you fell into a feel sleep.

And then someone spoke.

"Ah, my beautiful flower, pure and untouched..."

“You truly are the most innocent one of all…”

"Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the..."

You flinched at the voice, you don't usually hear voices when you dream. You sorta just imagined the voices for people that did appear in the dreams. This one, you'd never heard before, and it practically tickled your ears as it spoke.

A slight pain struck at your heart, almost enough to wake you up. However, this dream seemed to be determined to hold you for a bit longer.

“You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth…”

Why such fancy words?? You didn't even use half of these words in your daily conversations. It threw you off so badly that you nearly forgot all the grief you felt earlier. And why'd your neck start hurting?

“If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror.”

A mirror materialized before you in the void you resided in, no matter how hard you stared into it, you couldn't see your reflection. A muted yelp escaped you when a hand appeared from behind the glass.

Was this… a message?

Maybe an opportunity to accept good things that come ahead in the real world!