(dudes, idiotique reviewed and faved my story, I feel so honored o_o)

Man, I've had this in mind for a long time, but it was another case of knowing what I wanted to write about, its middle and ending, but not the beginning. Thus I had a hard time motivating myself to actually sit down and write. The first half pretty much wrote itself actually. This turned out much longer then I thought it would; longer than I usually like to let them get. Ah well, you guys deserve it, since I haven't updated in a month x3

More pregger!Larxy, and the same timeline as Cry and Smell, but this time, it's some Demyx/Larxene friendship fluff. Because I tend to have Demyx seem like only her friend through Axel, so I wanted to write something with them alone, cause I love the idea of them being friends, even if she does scare the shit out of him. (Apparently, Demyx calls her "quite frightening" in 358/2. I lol'd when I read about that.)


"Axel man, I'm not so sure about this anymore…. I mean, what if I get her mad and she like… throws a glass at me or something?" Demyx whimpered into the phone nervously. He heard Axel sigh at him.

"… You worry too much, really. She's probably too tired to waste her energy on punishing you, if you even do anything. Besides, Larxene doesn't do that…."

"She doesn't?"

"No, when she gets hormonally pissy, she goes into another room and screams into a pillow or something… or beats it up, either or. But not you, she won't hit you. Just keep reminding yourself that she does like you."

"Well yeah, I know, but that doesn't change the fact that she's got a temper as short as your tolerance for water."

"My tolerance for water isn't that short."

"I heard a glass breaking!" Demyx yelped, nearly dropping the phone. "Oh, wait, that was the TV. Nevermind."

"You need help, my friend." Axel said, amusement in his tone. "I don't know how you got through life being nervous all the time."

"Well I'd probably feel better if you were here. You keep her sane."

"Sorry, I'll be stuck here for a while. But you're probably safer without me, cause you know I can't help provoking her. I think she's damn sexy when she's angry. I can, however, remind her to behave. Is she with you?"

"Um, no she's in the living room… why?"

"Put me on speaker then."

He complied, a bit confused on what his friend had in mind. He could hear Axel muttering something to his coworkers, then what sounded like him leaving the room he'd been in, then inhaling, "LARXENE!"

Demyx was glad he'd already been holding the phone away from his ear.

"What?" Larxene called back.

"Don't kill Demyx, alright?"

"I wasn't planning to!"

"Good!" Then he dropped his voice down to normal, "There, does that help?"

"You're both strange, and I don't know why I'm friends with either of you." Demyx muttered, turning speaker off.

"Question of the year. I gotta go now, Dem. Don't worry," he stressed at Demyx's whine. "Just remember what I told you about cats."

"Feed them and leave 'em alone?"

"Exactly. Alright? Later buddy."

Demyx exhaled slowly as he hung up. Even though it was rather late (around 10:00 at night) Axel had been called into his work by his boss… just for what, Demyx wasn't sure, but he assumed, like anything about Axel's job, it had something to do with money. Axel was a bit worried about leaving Larxene alone her in condition, so he'd called Demyx to ask if he'd come and keep her company.

He agreed rather readily, as he'd do anything to help his friends, and it wasn't like he was regretting it. (Though he did kinda wish Marluxia was there too, but really, it didn't take two men to watch over a grown woman.) It was just a matter of how nervous his blond female friend made him. She always had, for as long as he'd known her. His nerves had never been that strong, so when confronted with a headstrong, very domineering force like her… well, needless to say, that was intimidating. Somehow, he always found a way to annoy her - on accident, of course he never meant to; but it went without saying that he got on her nerves, which was worrying him the most tonight.

And it certainly didn't help that she happened to be very pregnant, and thus, potentially unstable.

How they were friends, he really didn't know… but they were.

He placed the phone back in its holder, and upon turning around, yelped as he nearly collided with Larxene, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He stumbled backwards both in surprise and as a reflex; if he'd let himself fall forward, he would have knocked her over.

Though, if she'd realized the threat of losing her balance, she didn't show it, since she just giggled to herself when he caught himself on a chair. "Really Demyx," she said, "if you're going to insist on hiding from me, don't hide in the kitchen. I'll find you much too easily." She headed for the refrigerator, brushing her fingers under his chin as she passed him. "Don't tell Axel I admitted that though, he picks on me enough as it is."

He coughed, trying to get over the shock of her ability to materialized out of nowhere. "I wasn't… hiding from you…" She just glanced over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "I wasn't… yeah, ok, I was." He flopped down into the chair he'd been leaning against.

"I don't take offense," she smirked lightly, moving on to search through their pantry. "Although…" she turned back to him, eyes narrowed a bit, "do you really think I might throw a glass at you?"

"Oh… you heard me?"

"Well yes, I was sitting just over there." She gestured towards the living room, which indeed, wasn't very far from the kitchen. "I may have lost my figure, and my eyesight tends to blur, but I've yet to go deaf." He was about to say something, but she quickly went on, "Ugh, we have no food in this damn house!"

"Um… you guys have a lot of food, Larx."

"Well, yeah, but nothing I feel like eating." She muttered, heading over and plopping down onto the chair across from him. "Which is ice cream right now… but Axel doesn't let me have ice cream this late, says it's bad for me."

He looked around a bit awkwardly, when a thought came to him. "Is this the part when Axel calls you a fatass?"

She inhaled sharply, "Yes! He's so mean to me."

"Aw, I'm sorry on his behalf."

"You should be." She pouted, though he could tell she was trying not to start laughing.

"You're in a really good mood, aren't you? Guess I am worrying too much." He said, shrugging a bit sheepishly.

"S'mostly cause I'm tired actually." She sighed, pushing some stray hair away from her face. "I tend to stop paying too much attention to… you know, things."

"I'm guessing that's why I'm here, then." He teased.

"Hey, I pride myself on my reflexes, thank you very much." She said, crossing her arms. "No, I just mean if you do anything stupid, I probably won't notice. I'm assuming that's what you're worried about, being alone with me." He nodded, and she shrugged, "Well, let me just say now that I would not throw glass at you. God, give me more credit than that."

"Well, see, I've seen you PMSing, and I figured your discomfort-induced, out of whack hormones are like, ten times worse than that."

"Believe me, sweetie, they are." She smirked again. "But I like to think I can keep myself in check."

"Oh, you mean like that one time?"

"He told you about that?" Her fists slammed onto the table, then she brought a hand to her face. "I'm gonna kill him…."

He decided against telling her how adorable he thought that had been, just to save her dignity. "I keep thinking that could happen again. I mean, you're tired, you're far along, and you miss Axel already - oh, don't even try to deny that, you adore him. Combining all that, I thought you'd be grumpy all night. Though… now I'm thinking the opposite might happen… but I don't want you crying either."

"Ugh, that won't happen again… ever."

"I dunno, sounds to me like a sure fire way to get what you want. That was the first thing I thought of when you got pregnant. I mean, hey, isn't that what wives are supposed to do?"

"Oh honey, I don't need mood swings to get my way. I've got Axel wrapped around my finger." She made a twirling motion in the air, before standing up (with some difficulty he pretended not to notice) and stretching. "Unless of course he decides to be a jackass…." She added rather dryly.

He couldn't really help it, he found himself admiring her. It was kind of hard not to when she was barely three feet from him. He tilted his head curiously. "I don't think you've lost your figure…."

She relaxed a bit, raising an eyebrow at him, and a faint blush painted her cheeks. "Um… do you not see…?"

"Well yeah, 'course, but that'll be gone soon. You're still just as pretty as you were before… oh, um…." He blushed as well when he realized he'd been staring, and dropped his gaze to the table. "Sorry…."

"Well if that's not flattering as hell I don't know what is." She giggled, ruffling his hair on her way back to the living room.

He ran a hand down his face before turning in his chair. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

She turned halfway. "Hmm?"

"We've mentioned swings between sad and angry, but what about happy? Do you get oddly happy sometimes?" He got up and stood next to her.

"Yes I do, but most of the time, no one can tell, or they think I'm up to something. Although… Axel says I'm prone to random bouts of affection."

"Honestly, I think you've always been like that. You're a bit unpredictable-oof!" He'd barely finished his sentence, when she suddenly threw her arms around him tightly. "See?"

"This, I'm not ashamed off." She smirked, letting him go. That really was the most nerve-racking part of her; he could never tell what she was thinking. He shook his head and watched as she walked back to the pantry.

"Weren't you just there?"

"I still want food."

He stopped himself from poking fun at her pregnancy-induced appetite; she probably got enough of that from Axel.

"Don't even think about saying what I think you're thinking." She suddenly spoke up.

"I wasn't, I'm not!" He said, holding up his hands, and backing away into the living room as if to say 'I didn't see anything.' "Though I do think you should go to bed soon. It's kinda late."

"It's only 10:30."

"Don't you normally go to bed at 9:00?" He asked, flopping down onto their couch.

He heard her grunt and mutter to herself, "Damnit Axel, stop telling him everything."

"S'okay, I don't blame you. You need your sleep." There was a pause, in which he heard her whine slightly. He couldn't see her from his spot, but he had a feeling she was standing by the freezer. "If you promise not to eat the whole carton, I won't tell him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, go ahead, knock yourself out."

She squealed loudly, and he, once again, had to resist calling her cute. At this point, he decided he really was worrying over nothing.

An hour or so later found Demyx still on the sofa; he'd grown bored, so he was playing games on Axel's laptop (and so far, had lost every game of Solitaire he'd played.) Larxene had gone to bed not long after finishing her ice cream; though, she insisted she was just taking a nap, since she didn't want to actually go to bed for the night until Axel got home. Axel, however, had called earlier and said, much to the his and his coworkers' dismay, that he didn't know when his boss would let them leave, and thus, didn't know when he'd be home either. Demyx didn't mind staying longer than necessary though.

As he struggled through another card game, he heard shuffling and Larxene entered the living room, sighing and running a hand through her hair. "Hey you," he said, "you're supposed to be sleeping."

"Eh, I couldn't, so I gave up." She replied, heading to the kitchen.

"It's only been an hour."

"I'm usually out cold a hell of a lot quicker than that, as shameful as it is to admit that." He heard her getting a glass and the faucet running. Moments later, she joined him on the couch with her water, leaning against his shoulder. "How long have you been at this?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at his game.

"About as long as you were trying to sleep…. I keep losing."

"You're boring. You're supposed to be entertaining me."

"You wouldn't be bored if you were asleep…." He flipped through the stock deck a few times. "Dang, I think I lost this one too…."

"No, wait, you've almost got it… just move that five from the… pile thingy."

"You're not supposed to do that."

"Here, look," she said, setting down her glass, then reaching over to play for him. By moving a few cards around, she was eventually able to basically set it so all he had to do was move the cards to their proper place, and he'd win.

"Whoa. Holy shit, you're awesome."

"I'm pretty good at Solitaire." She settled back against his side. "I suck at Hearts though."

"Yeah, me too." He turned the laptop off and set it aside, then raised an eyebrow when she shifted into his lap, took his arms and placed them around her. "Randomly affectionate?"

"… I cuddle when I'm tired."

He inhaled sharply, trying so hard not to call her adorable. She was able to figure that out though, and sighed.

"Go ahead, I know you want to…"

"You're cute." He hugged her tightly, causing her to squeak in mild surprise.

"Man up, Demy, seriously. God, that's probably why you're still single. No girl wants a guy who squeals over them."

"No, that's you, Larxy." He rolled his eyes, and poked her in the stomach; she squeaked again. "Regardless, I don't really mind, I'm not really looking anyway."

"You're not? …You got any plans to settle down?"

He thought about that for a moment, letting his chin rest on top of her head. "Nah, it's hard to think about that when you've never really been with anyone before. Gosh, I don't even know if I want kids…. Heh, I'm too young to be thinking about that."

"Mmm…. Hey! You're older than me!"

"Oh, yeah, um…. I'm younger than Axel?" She just grunted, and he absently rubbed her stomach to keep her calm. "You're a bit more mature than me anyway."

"I like that better." She smirked, cuddling a bit closer. "I don't really think I can see you as a father…. An uncle though, totally."

"I'm fine with that, it's probably more fun anyway."

"Yeah, I'm not having too much fun…." She mumbled. "Haven't for months."

"Aw, don't worry, it'll be over soon. And then… uh… oh, it um, doesn't get easier does it? Never mind."

She just grumbled to herself and sighed again; she did that a lot when she was tired, he noticed. There was a brief moment of silence, during which he realized he was still rubbing her belly; and he would have stopped, if she hadn't been making an oddly happy noise.

He laughed, "You really do purr, I never noticed that before."

"Yes," she groaned, "I purr, OK? I admit it. Stop laughing at me…." she whimpered sleepily.

"I'm not laughing at you…" he said, hugging her slightly. "I just thought Axel was exaggerating."

She just huffed and slumped back against his chest. "… Do you know when he'll be back?" She asked after a moment.

"No, he called and said he didn't know."

"Guess I shouldn't wait up for him then, huh?"

"No… don't think so. And uh… don't take this personally, but my legs are falling asleep."

"Oh, sorry." She quickly slid off his lap and allowed him to stand.

"You're really not that heavy…." He reassured her, helping her stand as well.

She hummed, "Normally I'd make a 'fat vs. pregnant' joke, but that'd probably freak you out."

"Y-yeah, maybe… you're not fat."

"I know!" She laughed. "You're sweet…. Sweeter than Axel, anyway." She added, rolling her eyes. "He'd call me a fatass."

"Aw, he's so mean to you." He ruffled her hair.

"He doesn't deserve to have me waste my sleep on him."

"Yeah. Fact you should be in bed now, stop stalling." He scolded, nudging her towards the hallway.

"Wait… um…" She suddenly got a little nervous, fidgeting a bit. "This is gonna sound really strange but… will you come with me?"

He blinked a few times. "…What?"

She pressed a hand to her forehead. "Ugh, ok, I really don't like admitting this…." She took a breath and ran that same hand through her hair. "Unless I'm sick or like, dead tired… I can't really sleep… without Axel with me."

He had to bite his lip to keep from smiling too widely, and he couldn't hold back a snicker.

"Oh, shut up." She snapped, blushing. He stopped, if only to save what was left of her pride and keep her from getting too angry. "Just… will you be his… replacement, of sorts?"

"Yeah, yeah, I will. If it'll help you sleep better." She nodded gratefully, and he followed her to the bedroom. Only he couldn't help laughing a bit more.

"Rrgh, I'm so close to punching you." She muttered. She raised an eyebrow when he froze. "I'm not going to, geez." She tugged him along by the arm, before heading to her side of the bed.

"Your room still smells like lemons." He noted curiously.

She shrugged. "I still get nauseous sometimes."

"Oh, I thought you were supposed to be over that months ago…."

"Yeah, me too. You. Here." She pointed at him, then the side to her right, before sitting.

He obeyed and walked forward, but stood at the side of the bed awkwardly. "I'm not so sure about this."

"Why?" She asked, tilting her head.

He stuttered, "Um, well, you know… You're uh…."

"Pregnant?"

"Yeah… no! No, I was gonna say married… to my best friend…. It's a bit… awkward."

She just rolled her eyes and scooted closer to him. "Says the one who just had his arms around me." She grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him onto the mattress.

"You did that." He grunted, turning onto his back, but before he could sit up properly, she'd put her arms on either side of him, nearly laying down on top of him, but hovering.

"Hey… you're my friend too, right?" She asked softly.

"Yeah, of course I am…." He said, a bit shocked by her sudden action.

"Then don't worry so much." She moved off him, and he sat up as she reached over to turn the lamp on her nightstand off. "Trust me, Axel won't care."

He shook his head as she curled up against his side (he chose to stay on top of the covers; it made him feel less uncomfortable.) "Yeah, I trust you… I shouldn't," he added, beginning to stroke her hair, "considering how many times you and Axel got me in trouble in school…."

She probably wanted to respond with something snippy, but she merely gave a soft amused hum and snuggled closer; she was already starting to fall asleep. He shifted to hold her properly, slipping an arm behind her, and letting the other rest over her side. Her breathing had evened out, and he would have thought she was indeed asleep, if she hadn't given a frustrated groan.

"Ugh, this always happens right when I get comfortable…" she mumbled to herself.

"You alright?" He asked as she rolled onto her back with a huff.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She took his hand, which had been over her belly, and moved it to a different spot, and held it there.

He tilted his head curiously at her, until he felt a push against his hand. He gave a "Holy-!" and preceded to try and not squee out loud - which, of course, he failed at. She giggled and rolled her eyes.

"Your femininity is showing again, Uncle Demyx."


Much longer than I thought it would be; fact, I kinda wanted to keep going, but then I didn't know where to end it. Larxene's adorable when she's tired as hell.