Broppy Coronation Day (ft. my oc)

A Desperate Struggle: Poppy's Pain and Creek's Dark Intent

A Desperate Struggle: Poppy’s Pain and Creek’s Dark Intent

In the depths of the dark forest, Poppy lay trapped in the cage, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pain of labor tore through her body. Her mind was racing, her heart pounding, and she could feel their unborn baby girl coming closer and closer to entering the world. The sharp, piercing pain gripped her again, forcing her to cry out as the pressure intensified.

Her eyes fell to the ground beneath her, and she saw the dark, growing stain of blood. It wasn’t just a trickle—it was constant now, pooling beneath her as her body struggled to bring her daughter into the world. Poppy’s fear spiked. She knew this amount of blood wasn’t normal. Something was wrong.

She looked up, her vision blurry from the pain, and there he was—Creek. He stood just outside the cage, watching her with unnerving calmness, as though this moment was everything he had been waiting for. His cyan hair swayed slightly in the breeze, but his gaze was fixed on Poppy, a twisted look of satisfaction on his face.

“Look at you, Poppy,” Creek whispered, his voice soft but laced with obsession. “It’s happening. We’re almost there. Our little family… it’s finally becoming real.”

Poppy’s breath hitched, a fresh wave of pain coursing through her, her body trembling. She wanted to scream, to fight, but she could barely move. The contractions were coming faster now, and with each one, she felt her baby descending. The intense pressure made it clear—her baby girl was crowning. She was almost here.

But Poppy was weak. Her body was drenched in sweat, her limbs shaky, and the blood—the sight of it terrified her. She knew she couldn’t wait much longer. The baby had to come, but with Creek standing there, watching her, she felt more vulnerable than ever.

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered softly, barely able to speak through the pain, “Please… Branch… where are you?”

Creek, hearing her plea for Branch, narrowed his eyes. His smile faded into something cold and dangerous. “Forget about him, Poppy,” he said, stepping closer to the cage. “He’s not here. He can’t save you now. It’s just you and me—and our child.”

Poppy’s heart clenched with dread. Our child. Those words, the way Creek spoke them, sent chills down her spine. He truly believed that this was his chance to claim her and their daughter, as if he could erase the love she had for Branch, the life they were supposed to have.

Another contraction hit, harder this time, and Poppy let out a strained cry, her hands gripping the bars of the cage as she tried to hold on. The pain was unbearable, but she knew she had to stay strong. She couldn’t let Creek win. She couldn’t let him take her baby.

As the blood continued to flow, Poppy whispered to her unborn daughter, her voice trembling but full of love and determination. “Stay with me, baby girl. Just a little longer. Daddy’s coming… he’s coming for us.”

She felt another powerful surge, her baby’s head crowning more fully now. The time was near. Poppy’s whole body trembled as she fought to keep her strength, to not give in to the fear and pain. But she was weakening fast, and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold on.

Creek knelt down beside the cage, his face inches from hers. His voice dropped to a sickeningly tender whisper, as if he were trying to comfort her. “It’s all going to be okay, Poppy. Soon, it’ll be just you, me, and our beautiful daughter. We can start over… a new life.”

Poppy’s eyes filled with tears, but they weren’t just from the pain. They were from the sheer hopelessness of the situation. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him he would never be part of their family, that Branch was her true love, but she could barely find the strength to speak. She was growing faint, the world around her becoming blurry.

But then, in her darkest moment, she heard something in the distance—a sound. It was faint, but it was there. A voice, shouting her name.

"Poppy!"

Her heart leaped. It was Branch.

He was coming. He had found her.

With what little strength she had left, Poppy tried to cry out, but her voice was weak, barely a whisper. “Branch… we’re here… please…”

Creek didn’t seem to notice. His focus was entirely on her and the baby, his mind locked in his delusion of the future they would have together. But Poppy clung to that voice in the distance, knowing that Branch was close, that he wouldn’t stop until he saved her.

And as the next contraction came, as Poppy’s body prepared for the final stage of labor, she held on to the one truth that kept her going—Branch was coming, and he would bring them both home.