Of Shadows and Sights (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!reader

Summary: It didn’t happen at once.

It filtrated inside, spread like a vice, like a vicious thing that slowly grew into a shapeless, see-through, translucent cloud that fogged everyone inside that house. And when he finally looked, it was already too late.

Word count: +11.2k (i know)

Warnings: okay get ready, we have: 3rd person narrative bc of reasons, pregnancy and giving birth, soft smut, death, a dog dies, fire, haunting stuff, scary stuff, feelings, angst, DEATH DOVE DO NOT EAT HAPPY HALLOWEEN MONSTERFUKERS

A/N: PLEASE MIND THE WARNINGS

this is something that has been in my wips since april, it changed shapes, characters, tropes and plots and it ended up being this monster of a fic that im really proud of… i wanna thank the directors and creators of The Haunting of Bly Manor, The Conjuring 1, Insidious 1, Rosemary’s Baby and The Omen bc i was very fucking inspired by that, also Stephen King and Valeria Luiselli for their books and The Newton Brothers for the Bly Manor soundtrack, which i recommend listening while reading bc i listened throughout the writing process of this bitch, and also @wordsnwhiskey​ for reading the first half and telling me it was good and scary and beautiful ♥

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It didn’t happen at once.

It was all gradual; like water percolating through the earth and forming stalactites, drop by drop, shaping them and sharpening them, making them tall and dangerous.

It was all slow, like a mountain’s growth, pebble by pebble. And by the time they finally looked at it, it was already too late.

When she told Frankie the news, he was shocked.

And he didn’t try to hide it; he looked at her, absolutely dumbfounded at the two words she had told him, late at night, once Rodrigo was asleep and once they could find a comfortable silence to fall and dwell on.

“I’m pregnant.” she had said.

And he said nothing.

And she waited for him, there, lying down on the same bed, her hand on his chest, surrounded by a warm darkness that did nothing to hide her wide grin as she watched him processing the information she had just slipped to him.

“Baby,” Frankie had muttered back after a few minutes of silence, she hummed in response, “pregnant?” he had asked, his voice was barely a whisper filled with an emotion she, at the time, didn’t know how to name.

“Yeah,” she had replied, scooting closer to him and grabbing his hand, “we’re gonna have another baby.” she had whispered into his ear, putting his hand on her belly, the shape the same it had always been; but Frankie didn’t need to feel it swollen to feel it inside of him, there was something inside, someone, growing by the minute, and the thought of her, of the woman of his life, giving him another baby, another proof of the love they had for each other, another little person to fill their lives with even more excitement and love, made him feel like the luckiest son of a bitch there was.

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