Gerard Way imagines [editing, kinda]

#31 Married to the Devil

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   "Oh no. Oh no no no no no this can't happen. No."

The test was positive.

You were pregnant.

    And your lover is literally Satan.

    He'd be pissed.

   
Usually, being the wife of the devil himself was pretty great. You could command the demons, you could have/do whatever you wanted, and your husband was damn handsome.

He was not what you'd expect for the lord of the dead. You'd think he'd be extremely hot headed and arrogant, but he was actually quite reserved and classy. Though, when certain things happened in his 'court' he's let his rage win, and that was purely terrifying. He was very charming to you. He'd always come to you with fancy jewelry to give, professing his love for you. Oh, and there was a lot of sex involved. Him being the seductive son of a bitch he is, he'll take any chance he gets to get at you.

But You loved it.

   Only drawback, God was kinda pissed at your husband 24/7 and it got really annoying sometimes, Them being good twin/bad twin. They weren't blood related In retrospect. God created him to be his helper with the original name 'Lucifer', but no no no. Gerard hated the name lucifer so he changed it, saying that his new name was more badass and mysterious.

    You, a silly mortal human girl, were pregnant with Satan's child.

    Well shit.

    "Baby." His low voice said from the oversized bedroom you shared. He'd been at the court of judgement and by the sound of it, it hadn't been very pleasant for him today. "Where are you?"

    "B-bathroom." You choked out, quickly hiding the test.

     His head instantly popped in the door and saw you sitting on the floor in tears, and his eyes softened. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He entered the bathroom (of which was also oversized) and sat down beside you, taking you in his arms and rubbing your shoulder.

    "Baby, did something happen?" He cooed gently.

    You nodded, burying your head in his shoulder.

   "Talk to me, princess. What's wrong?" 

    You sniffled a bit. "It's really nothing, babe. I'm just overreacting because it's that time of month." You lied.

    He deadpanned. "Lying doesn't work on me, love. You know this."

    You shook your head.

    His eyes visibly darkened. "(Y/n), I don't know if you can tell but I've had a shit day as it is and you keeping something from me doesn't make it better."

    "I'm sorry, Gee." You whispered, tearing up again.

   He sighed. "What I mean is, I can't stand seeing you cry, darling. When I see you like this I have an impulse to make it better and when you lie to me about what's going on, it troubles me because you won't let me help you." He shifted you in his arms to where you were sat on his lap. "I love you, ya know."

    You smiled meekly. "I know."

    "So what's making the love of this damned man's life cry, hm?" he tilted your head to look at him with his index finger, looking at you with soft but expectant eyes.

    "Gee, I..."

    "You're...?" He raised an eyebrow.

    "For fucks sake, I'm pregnant!" You snapped, hiding your tear stained  face in his jacket.

     This caught your demonic husband completely off guard. You, Pregnant? Him, a dad? Hotel, Trivago?

    "Baby..." he muttered, in shock of your words. "P-preg-nant..?"

    You nodded.

    He didn't understand how this could have happened, after all he was the lord of the dead and not the maker of living. His thoughts were jumbled for the first time ever. This was a new feeling for him.

    A child, that was his, was conceived in the depths of hell, the place where dead people go, and he was going to be a father.

    Man, his kid was gonna be one hell of a Demi god.

    "I-I.." He could not for the life of him think straight.

    "I understand if you don't want this. I can just go-"

    "No!" He snapped out of his trance making you flinch a bit. "No, don't go. I just... it's hard to process. I am happy about this, but at the same time a bit confused."

    "What are we gonna do, Gee?" You whimpered under your husbands hard gaze.

   His gaze softened again, and he gave you a sweet smile. "I'll tell you what we're gonna do."

   He picked you up in his strong arms bridal style and carried you to the huge bed in the middle of the room, plopping you down and crawling on top of you. He kissed your nose gently and smiled.

    "We're gonna raise our child, that's what we're gonna do. And you're gonna be the best goddamn mother ever."

    And in that instance, you knew he was going to be an awesome but troublemaking father.

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