#Freedom And Miracles

[herzzgeist]

Ahhhh yes!! I had to jump on this now that your requests are open again. Could you do Law x reader, maybe a newer relationship and they find out they're expecting? You can run with it however. If you want to do a scenario where they keep it or where they can't keep it, totally up to you. How would Law react or what would he say? Thank you!!

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 2k | Warnings: Angst - mentioning of abortion

Synopsis: (Y/n)-ya are you alright? Please talk to me! Your boyfriend is in worry. Almost every morning you run to the bathroom, not able to keep your guts in. Fatigue crashes over you and- oh my god . . you missed out your period this month. Could it be?

A/N: I always wanted to write this . . man I had to keep in some salty droplets to myself, while writing this. Thank you so much for requesting Anon - hope you like it

this song struck a nerve

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

"Good morning sleepy head!", you whisper sweetily, shuffling over to your completely knocked out man - he isn't ready to get up just now. The only thing you hear are his annoyed grumbles as he rubs his heavy lids and glides through his messed up raven hair.

Supposedly he mutters a faint 'Morning, my heart', words so gentle reaching your ears it warms you from within. Kisses pepper along his jaw line, over his cheeks and onto his nose, pestering Law to a certain extent. You earn a set of growls, yet as you break away, he pulls you in closer again. 'Don't stop' translated from his mute language.

Pressed on top of him, you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, his scent leaving you in a haze, the odor reminding you of amber musk. "Coffee?" - "Never a day without.", his answer lets you snicker and you heave yourself off him, making your way to the bathroom.

Suddenly, the unexpected state of feeling awfully sick to your stomach strikes you. Slamming your palm against your lips to withstand the urge to rid the unwelcome gathering of acid in your mouth, you sprint to the toilet.

"(Y/n)-ya? What's wrong?", Law immediatly gets on his feet, following you in concern. As the door slams right in front of his face, he merely hears your pained groans. Leaning against the wall, he idles his head against it impatiently. So he asks again: "May I come in?" - "No!"

He sighs, vexed by the fact he cannot not help you at all, but he isn't giving in so easily. Knocking against the metallic door he explains: "If you won't let me see you, I can't take proper care of you. Please."

On the other end of the creaking steel you stand, opening the way to the bathroom. Paleness hues your face and dark circles draw beneath your eyes, even competing the sleep deprived doctor's. Something isn't right, that is for certain.

With slow motions he approaches you, worry furrowing his brows and steel orbs hovering over your rather fragile appearing frame. There are no additional observations needed for him. "You just caught a norovirus. Erm, I mean you got the stomach flu.", he reassures you, lids narrowing suspiciously. Nonetheless accepting his prognosis, you don't pay no further mind to the occurence.

Which was easier said than done, as the sickness plagues you in the upcoming mornings. This is bad, it's been three days now since this chaos started.

The oddness couldn't get any worse can it? It won't last, will it? To your demise it does. You decide to call it out to your lover on a tranquil evening, snuggled up on the bed together and reading to your heart's content. "My love, do you remember the last time I was on my period?" - "Yes, it was from the 26th to the 30th last month. What's up?", his sharp mind never ceases to amaze you, remembering the smallest of matters with ease.

'Shit' reverbarates in your thoughts. It's past due. Thus you stutter: "Law, could you please scan me?" He stares at you and doesn't dare to question your request, simply tagging along. The both of you prepare yourselfs, you letting your legs hang from the edge of the mattress and the doctor goes about his work infront of you. Kikoku hums across his vision and the doctor analyses every inch of your quaking body.

Silence. The Captain is speechless. It is clear as day now. His deep voice reaches you, strain dragging his confusion: "You are . . well." - "Pregnant." Bewildered, also touched, Law leans in and cups your cheek lovingly. Are his eyes shimmering with the faint spark of tears? Lips quiver a sentence you wish you could eradicate out of your system this instant: "We can't keep her, (Y/n)."

"Her? It's a girl? How do you-", mid-utterance you realise your lack of underestanding has been answered verily quick, given the fact you are talking to a powerful man capable of every medical term beyond your comprehension. The ability allows him to see all possible aspects that are relevant to him.

And so, Law saw, that he could be a father to a little girl. Is what you thought at least, for he proceeds: "We're pirates. Having a baby out at sea isn't just dangerous for the child, it's going to be hell for you throughout the ten months of carrying it. The pressure in the submarine isn't exactly a good condition for your womb. I-"

Deep in thought he comes to a stop, scratching the back of his neck as he lifts his white hat off his dark strands. Never have you seen him this upset before, not out of agitation, but sadness - melancholy. Lungs retract and push out a shaky breath out of you as tears gather and you whimper: "I want to keep her. This is a sign of our love, given form, a life." your hand glides over your lower stomach, feeling it up in disbelief something starts to grow within you "We're at a point of coming to an end in piracy, Captain. We achieved our goals and more, what else is there left to gain? Please . ."

Your inner torment is met with stillness. The doctor just looks at you, a mixture of pain and indifference curling his lips to a frown. Cold steel irises fixate on your e/c ones, emotions vacant in his restless demeanor. "I love you with all my heart, and I would gladly give my all to you.", you fight against the lump in your throat, trying to keep composure, yet in vain.

Salty droplets dwell over your cheeks as you beg your partner to listen, to out his mind and reconsider.

Again, nothing escapes Law, only unsteady huffs of nervosity coming your way. The crack of your voice takes him aback as you raise against him: "Trafalgar, speak to me! Please . . let us find a home. I don't want to lose her. All I wish for is for us to be at peace for once! Now that we have the freedom to do what we want . . this is a miracle!"

It hurts. Your palm presses onto your belly, symbolising how dearly you cherish what Law has gifted you. Slowly you step closer to him, however he keeps his distance, leaving your shared room quietly. With a violent shake in your hand, you close your mouth with it, muffling the low cries that leave you as they get louder.

You just stand there, trembling in overwhelm. So this is it? You're not going to be the mother of your much adored significant other? Not to mention, will you be able to stay together as a couple?

Law hasn't left completely, his back pressed on the other side of the door, listening to your cries. Something inside him wants to go back in there, however his rational thinking won't budge, holding him in place. It rips him in two. Hence, even a resilient man of his stature cannot win the battle against the heartache, pouding in his chest. Pulling down the brim of his hat, he hides the tear drifting down his skin.

The day of the abortion has come. It frightens you, utterly crushes you. At the infirmary, you sit on the inspection table, sniffling and wiping away stray droplets to show more poise.

Entering the room, you see the tall shadow of your boyfriend and you shudder by his nearing presence. Exhaling deeply, you look up at him, noticing the dark circles beneath his eyes, darker than ever. Sleep was out of question for him, as the both of you decided to seperate your ways for the last two days.

The nodachi glows in a light blue light, and Law mutters a deft 'scan', checking in on your vitals once more, before continuing his persumed ongoing. Then - nothing. Sheer fret overcomes you, anxious about his hesitation: "Captain?"

Laying aside his weapon, the doctor inches your direction and towers over you. The white hat finds a spot beside you on the inspection table and the tall man kneels down. "You'll be a great mother, my heart.", he whispers, reaching out his inked and calloused hand to your lower tummy, softly pressing onto it.

What does he mean? Confused you tilt your head. To his notice, he gives you a pained smile: "I want to keep her too. I will do everything in my power to find a home for us, however I am uncertain about the baby's health, if she will inherit the same suffering I went through as a child."

The shattered pieces of your world get rebuilt with hope, hearing him fumble his vaguely unadmitted sentiment. This is where tears of anguish turn into joy, earning a sigh of relief out of you, although the thought of your baby possibly being afflicted with the amber lead disease troubles you no doubt.

"It's difficult for me to say if I'm able to protect her from it. I don't want her to go through the same . . she deserves . . you-", swallowing hard, he rests his head in your lap "I need the both of you, safe and sound.", his worry is audible in his low and raspy voice, feeling the tensitiy in his figure. Black locks glide through your fingers, massaging the back of his head gently - it is concerning, yet there is a tiny speck of hope lurking.

Law faces you, a long lasting look of admiration and love beams at you as he attempts to smile again, this time with more confidence: "I want to see your belly grow. There's nothing else in the world I wish to witness more than you carrying our baby. Forgive me . . for my doubts and selfishness. . but, are you still willing to do that for me? With me?"

Without a word, you accept his wish in a nod, carressing his austere jaw and softly fondling his sideburn. The man before you melts, overjoyed, though with a hint of anxiety, he kisses the hand that consoles him and leans towards your stomach, doing all the same - lips granting your soon to be growing womb a peck of affection.

After staying like this for a while, him resting on your lap, you hum cautiously: "How would you like to call her?" The reply takes some time, the cogs in his mind noticably spinning and turning, until he finally mumbles: "Lami."

"Captain, look! She's so small in my paws!", the polar bear mink titters lowly, afraid to scare the little one in his black paw pads. Law simpers, asking his former Vice Commander to be careful. Bepo sniffs the tiny human with his enormous bulby nose, flashing a big toothy grin as he sees Lami chuckling and smiling, holding out to the snow white fur.

The display of sheer joy, contentment - warms your heart. You take a stand beside your partner. Law wraps his arm around you, kissing the crown of your head as he whispers: "Thank you." To that you blush, abashed by his mellow behaviour. Oh how you love him.

The both of you watch the mink play with your new born, lulling in baby language as he cradles it gingerly.

Luckily, Lami is a perfectly healthy baby, a wonderful mix of her parents, pitch black hair and a cute round face.

"She has your smile, love.", you coo, nuzzling Law as you give him a side hug. All his stoic fades, for he grabs your chin and turns your head to put his lips on yours, cherry skin being embraced lovingly and he hushes subsequently: "Don't be ridiculous, I don't smile. She comes after you."

His retort tickles you, opting you to shove this man a bit to underline your acted appall. Law throws his trademark smirk at you, holding you close as he mutters: "Love you, my heart." - "I love you too."

The Surgeon of Death now understands the principle, the miracle of life. It is a well deserved gift, after living such a checkered life like he did, cherishing the feeling of fatherhood. Law truly loves you, his sweetheart of a woman, grateful for you brought his daughter to this world.

He will protect her at all costs, no matter what. The wish to see his little girl grow into a fierce and strong woman, caring all the same like her mother - he cannot wait.

[dk-thrive]

It is a strange and magical fact to be here, walking around in a body, to have a whole world within you and a world at your fingertips outside you. It is an immense privilege, and it is incredible that humans manage to forget the miracle of being here. It is uncanny how social reality can deaden and numb us so that the mystical wonder of our lives goes totally unnoticed. We are here. We are wildly and dangerously free.

— John O'Donohue, Anam Cara (HarperCollins, 1997) (via Hammock Papers)

[howloopyisthat]

From 248miguy248

[blue-cat-ter-flies-blog]

Just releasing this into the wild because I just love how wild One Piece is getting. And I love Monkey D. Luffy so much- my ridiculous, sunshine, feral jungle child son.

Monkey D. Luffy somehow becoming a Sukugo child. That is all.

Please do note- Luffy leaves his biggest enemies alive because he wants them to suffer in the shattered ruins of their ambitions and dreams. Death means they cannot comprehend this. Mooks are a different matter- he probably doesn't care if they live or die after beating them the fuck up. The ASL brothers were feral children. They were very intimate with the idea and reality of death.

[berryblu-soda]

COULD A FAILING HALF HER CLASSES GILRIE DO THIS? *backflips and brings up a grade from 20 to 85*

[doubly-dateable]

I will never forget the time I drove by an ultra- maga house (I’m in Texas) and in addition to all of the crazy ai generated pictures and bigotry, they had a bright green ‘kamala is brat” sign displayed front and center. it’s almost as if people like them are completely detached from the world around them and entirely unwilling to change that…

[esleep]

i have spent my entire 29 years of life not understanding how bad it sucks to adjust to glasses for the first time, and now that the taxman cometh i am a little bit in mourning for the days when i did not feel kinda nauseous all the time. life-long glasses-wearers are powerful heroes to me.

[gregmarriage]

really think i need to make more irl friends, but it feels so impossible. like most of the ppl my age seem to only hang out in bars, and it’s like sorry, i’m uncool and can’t drink, bc i’m on medication. and making friends via dating apps or something similar is abysmal. so, i’m kinda stuck imaooooo

[loveandthepsyche]

Whatever season of life you find yourself in, celebrate it. Don’t judge it (or others). A Course in Miracles suggests we each have our own unique curriculum. It states that you don’t get to choose what you learn, but you do get to choose how you learn — you can learn through pain or through joy.

You get to decide what perspective to come from. Opt for the power position. When you choose joy and a more optimistic perspective, grounded in gratitude and accepting what is, even if you aren't exactly where you want to be, it's a much easier space to create from and for circumstances to shift in your favor ❤️

[quotesfromscripture]

Yeshua was teaching in one of the synagogues on Shabbat. A woman came up who had a spirit which had crippled her for eighteen years; she was bent double and unable to stand erect at all. On seeing her, Yeshua called her and said to her, "Lady, you have been set free from your weakness!" He put his hands on her, and at once she stood upright and began to glorify God.

Luke 13:10-13 CJB (1998)

[everdeenxmellark]

“alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune”

- dream sweet in sea major

[freedcmscall]

you know, if you need advice on how to lay low i can give you some."

@savingthrcw

Anders barked out a laugh at the suggestion. Jokes, yes, jokes were the best medicine. He would know, he was a healer by nature and by practice, of course. And laughter always could be counted on to cover up any potential hurt that may have lurked below.

"Oh, and what makes you think I'm terrible at laying low myself?" He let the laugh trail off to a chuckle with a shake of his head. "Is it the fact that Templars seem unendingly able to find me, perhaps? Or the fact that they've been so regularly successful in dragging me back to the Circle, kicking and screaming and wishing I could be anywhere but there?" He bit his tongue. Right, time to stop talking before he said too much, after all. He had always been talkative, sometimes too much so (except for when he wasn't, when he got his new name. She didn't need to hear about that. No one did).

"I'd be perfectly able to disappear into the woods and never be found again, if I needed to. You know, if not for the blood magic that binds all of us poor souls to the whims of the Chantry and its Circles."

[butterfly-music-magic]

A mother's love

A Mother's love is something that no on can explain, It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain, It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . . It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking, And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking . . . It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns, And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems . . . It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation, And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation . . . A many splendoured miracle man cannot understand And another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand

A poem by Helen Steiner Rice. It describes how I feel, my love for my daughter will forever flow, no matter my heart breaking and my body crumbling.

[liesonthefloordramatically]

sorry if this is a weird ask, but i was thinking of jolymes today and was wondering what you think attracts jolyne to hermes/what she loves about her? (though i absolutely love them together, it feels easier to come up with answers for the other way around, and i've realized that all of my favourite jolymes fics are written from hermes' POV) (you're one of my favourite writers for them (and foolymes) so i figured i'd ask!)

Anon, I am SO sorry to be answering this uhhhh 3+ months after you asked--the semester started and I low-key died and am still kind of dead but HERE WE ARE!!! 3+ MONTHS LATER!!!! And I maybe have answers???

I realized that I've only written one fic that's definitely from Jolyne's PoV ("Contact" is...either alternating or semi-omniscient--definitely not what I normally write) which I WILL fix someday (when I have more than zero energy and my やる気 returns from the war). Anyway, some scattered thoughts, with the caveats that 1. I feel squidgy writing "proper" meta and generally am much better at conveying thoughts about characters via fic and 2. what is attraction? we just don't know. But HERE WE GO:

Hermes is just like...way more prepared than Jolyne. Not only in the "knows what she's in for when she gets to prison" way, but also Hermes tends to be a lot more...deliberate, especially in the fights she picks. (Thinking about Kiss of Love and Revenge, as I always am.) I love Jolyne, but her brain is usually moving half a second in front of her body, whereas Hermes definitely can and does plan ahead. (Some fics cast Hermes as "the stupid one," but she is absolutely not.) Competence can be VERY attractive.

Hermes's loyalty and protectiveness. I feel like this is an obvious one, but the fact that Hermes immediately sees Jolyne and goes, "oh, this kid has no idea what she's in for" and tries to help in whatever limited way would make an impression on Jolyne! And the fact that she again IMMEDIATELY decides to help Jolyne when she goes searching for Jotaro's disc. Also the fact that Hermes TRUSTS Jolyne--deferring to her decision re: trusting F.F., for example. When Hermes decides to care about someone, she is dedicated (in a way that Jolyne is probably noooooot used to, given her life experience up to this point, and probably finds both amazing and a little overwhelming).

I feel like I have sort of written about this sideways a couple of times, but I think that Jolyne sees Hermes's loyalty to Gloria (when she eventually finds out about it) both as something admirable and as something that she can't quite grok. (Jolyne also doesn't really understand their relationship because Hermes won't/can't explain a lot of it, which doesn't help.) (Sorry I am thinking about Hermes & Gloria always. Join me in the pit.)

Hermes has had a pretty wildly different life arc and life experiences than Jolyne--I don't know if that's attractive, per se, but it is definitely something that both intrigues Jolyne and winds up being a gap in her understanding of Hermes. But also it means that there's definitely an extent to which Hermes is a LOT more mature than Jolyne in some respects at the start--although Jolyne catches up along the way.

Related to that point, Hermes is MUCH more settled into herself/knows ("knows") who she is and what she wants than Jolyne at the beginning of the arc. And I do think that that winds up changing over the course of the arc, but that's another thing that Jolyne would definitely notice: the extent to which she is very much still growing into herself/figuring out who she is in the world whereas Hermes is Certain She Knows Who She Is. Again: people who are self-confident can be very attractive! Especially when you're not quite sure of yourself. I think this is also maybe a queer thing, where you see someone who is very comfortable being themself and you're like, "oh dang." (There is a reason that I tend to write Hermes as MUCH more settled into her queer identity than Jolyne.)

she's hot. I feel like that's obvious but I will say it. buff girl hot

traumabonding. it's a thing.

...hopefully that's enough to get you started because writing meta makes my blood run backward.

(oh my god it's so obvious that I'm ace reading this, I am so sorry, there's a reason that all my revision notes for ship fics start with "what is attraction? we just don't know" or "make them actually attracted to each other")

[darkadia-klownin]

Spirited🌿

[thebowynntradition]

A Prayer, A Spell, A Curse

May the immortal gods one and all,

From axis to axis, from pole to pole.

From the heavens above, to far below.

Red face demon you have been charged guilty

Guilty from crimes against the gods, spirits and humanity,

So hear me gods far and near

I cast this spell to restore balance and to abolish fear

This spell has no reason nor want to come back to me

For what I cast is justifiable and will never harm me.

With your help O gods this Spell I bestow.

Make its strong, make it impervious make it so.

Protect the children of love and peace,

From the Abrahamic demon's destructive feast.

Smite the red face demons' evil wherever they stand,

Remove them all from our beloved mortal land

And where once where red demons walked this land

Replace them all with love and compassion I demand

Evil and hatred I now bend and control

I send you back to Hell's infernal hall!

Satan's evil son I now control and command

I remove you and yours from this mortal land.

Death to you red faced monster of evil and plight

I vanquish you with this spell I cast this night.

Back to hell you go from where you were sired

Back to Hell and Satan's brimstone fire.

And for every milli-ounce of harm you create,

100x100 fold will come back to you. This I dictate!

Death to you and those who serve you!

Death to you and those who serve you!

Death to you and those who serve you!

Death to you and those who serve you!

Death to you and those who serve you!

Death to you and those who serve you!

Death to you and those who serve you!

Death to you and those who serve you!

Death to you and those who serve you!

SYEMBER!!!!!