Our Daughter (Slenderman x Female Reader)

Leverage

~~Slender's Pov~~

"Y/N?!" He cries when your body goes limp, quickly pressing his fingers to your neck for your pulse.

He feels his whole world freeze when he finds no heartbeat present, tears flooding his cheeks. Anger fills him from Zalgo's laughter, and had he had his magic this place would be ashes when he realizes electricity is running through your body a second time. He's distracted from his fury when you take a sharp inhale of breath, coughs wracking your body as you struggle to keep taking in air.

"Shhh, shhh, you're okay. It's okay," He breathes, catching your hands when they flail for him, pressing them gently against his chest.

"Ugh, you've gone soft Slender. Her body isn't strong enough to handle something as simple as this. What happened to letting those who can't cut it die?" Zalgo snarls. "Humans aren't meant for creatures like us. They turn on you the second things get hard. Just watch. You'll want to kill her yourself by the end of all this."

"Slender?" Your whimper shatters his heart, thankful Zalgo walks away. "When did? How did? Oh god. Our baby? I can't hear the beeps. No. No, no, no, no, no. I...."

"Shhh," He breathes, gently guiding your hand to press against your belly. "See? They're still alive. Still strong. A little electricity won't harm them. It's what static is after all. Not as strong, but deciding that hunting in a storm at fourteen feet in the air when you're taller than most trees confirmed an experiment we never intend to perform."

"How many times have you been struck by lightning?" You huff softly.

"More than I'd like to admit," He tells you with a chuckle.

He holds you in his arms and gets to his feet, walking to one of the darker corners of the cell. He settles down and carefully keeps you leaning against him while he shrugs off his jacket. It has holes in it now thanks to Zalgo, but it should keep some of the chill off. He leans back against the wall so you can lay on him, covering you with his jacket before shifting his arms around you beneath it. Your head rests against his chest, and he feels you take deep breaths. They even out after a little while and he knows you've fallen asleep. He closes his eyes and puts all of his focus on the hand resting against your back, able to concentrate just enough magic to feel your heartbeat.

It's steady now, and for as long as he's able to keep focused on it he doesn't feel anything off about the rhythm. He hopes it's true and not just his inability to detect it at the moment due to his lack of magic. Oh gods. Universe? Lucifer himself? He's not one to pray. He never has been, but right now he's grasping onto every possible piece of miracle he can. You died. Right here in his arms. Your heart stopped. You almost got that glassy look every dead creature with eyes gets. He could see it. The way your pupils were clouding over. He knew it could be bad. The Hunters are one thing, but Zalgo is an entirely other. He just didn't think it would be this bad. He didn't think they'd really risk killing you because your death would likely result in the baby's death as well.

He holds you close for the rest of the night. He couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. He's afraid. This place does that to him. He's afraid these might be his last moments with you, and they're going to be with you afraid and worried. He figured if death ever did grace either of you it wouldn't be for a really long time. Just because he's lived this long now doesn't mean he'll live forever. He's immortal. Not invulnerable. He's got an internal clock, and he's relieved you're both left alone for a few hours. You sleep through all of them, stirring a little after food is brought in.

If he didn't have you he'd have taken the arm off the employee that brought it in. It doesn't smell particularly appetizing. The meat is right on the verge of expiring. If they hadn't cooked it then it would have gotten thrown away. At least, he hopes that's what would happen. Kahara has quite the sadistic attitude towards creepypastas he's come to notice. Likely lost someone to one of them with the way she talks. He looks down when you move off of him and then head to grab the plate of food.