#TW: Infertility

[twobruhsinahottub]

Shout out to people who can't have kids. Not because theyre infertile or otherwise physically incapable of making a child, but those who cant have kids because they couldnt take care of them in the way they deserve.

To disabled people who would be unable to care for a child due to their disability

To mentally ill people who would be unable to care for a child due to their mental health

To violent people who wouldn't be able to stop themselves being violent towards their child

To autistic people whos meltdowns would stop them looking after a child / would make them violent to their child

To addicts who wouldn't be able to look after a child because of their addiction/the consequences of their addiction

To intellectually disabled people who wouldnt know how to look after a child safely and would not be able to learn

To those that require so much care themselves that they could not care for another

To those with mood swings who may lash out at a child and can't raise children because of that

To people with their own childhood trauma who fear their own trauma would cause them to not raise a child safely

To people with childhood trauma that feel having a child would turn them into their abuser

Theres too much stigma around those of us who cant/shouldnt raise kids. Theres nothing inherently bad about not being a safe person to raise children. It's also okay to want kids even if you know you couldn't raise them! It's okay to be sad about it. You are seen and heard and deserve the comfort and support you need.

[winterspiderpurrs]

In Vitro

Parker luck was at it again. After years of bad dates, breakups and just not lucky in love. Peter meets Tony Stark.

He accidentally ran into him when he was dropping off lunch for his Aunt at the hospital.

" Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry sir. I... your...Tony Stark? "

After Peter apologized a few more times, he offers to replace the coffee that he accidentally knocked out of Tony's hands when they collided. He didn't expect him to accept.

Tony apparently, had heard his speech about his research proposal a few months back; at that time. While Stark Industries doesn't do much in the way of the medical field. 'Not in my wheel house and not wanting to step on toes', a comment that Peter didn't quiet get. He was interested to know if anyone has offered him a grant or had taken him on.

While people loved his idea, when they hear it from a 22 year old Omega. Well. People tend to brush it off. So Peter had only gotten a job recently at the hospital where they had run into each other. A receptionist job, Aunt May(Beta) was able to pull a few strings.

After that, they started to met up at coffee shops, then inviting Peter to the lab to see what other ' ideas are tinkering around in there'. Tony didn't CARE that he was an Omega, he valued his brain, and if he didn't have a crush on him before, he definitely did after that.

With in a few weeks, Tony asked Peter to dinner. And the rest would be history. Except, when Peter asked about them seeing if they should live together after about a year of dating. With Tony's busy schedule, it would be easier, Tony like that idea, but said he wanted to be slightly traditional.

"Let's do things the proper way Gioia Mia, lets get engaged first. And then once we are finally bonded, we can get our own place or move to my family home upstate"

In a society where Omega's are almost 2nd class citizens. When an 'Engagement' happens, the Omega must go in for testing. As it isn't FAIR to the Alpha to possibly be stuck with someone who cannot carry.

And THAT, is where the Parker Luck comes in. Just when Peter thinks he can FINALLY have it all. Well. The test results are in. They didn't say he COULDN'T have kids, just that he would have a very hard time getting there. And they recommend treatment.

" Don't worry Tesoro. Stephen will know how to fix this. Bastard is good at what he does, going to gloat probably, and we will make sure you can have the pups for us."

"I'm so sorry Tony...if you don't want to.. to see me anymore. I ... I can understand"

"Hey hey... its not your fault. Dry your tears. Your still Perfect Peter. Knew it the moment we spoke. This is just a bump in the road. We will make sure your ready when the time comes."

Phone rings.

"Dr. Stephen Strange's office, this is Mindy, how can I assist you today."

" Hey Mandy, can you patch me in to Stephen"

"Of course Mr. Stark! Right away, please hold while I transfer"

Click, stale music.

" This is Dr. Strange"

"Stephen, looks like we will be needing you expertise"

Stephen sighs could be heard from over the line.

" Of course you do. This the road your really want to go down now? Won't some.... other Omega do?"

"No no. Peter is it Stephen. We HAVE to make this work. You'll see once you meet him. Please as a favor to me. You know I don't like asking for favors. "

"Fine. I'll help"

"Grazie cuore mio"

"Your insufferable"

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Talked to @professional-benaddict about this idea after they got the ask and we decided we were inspired! And to take it on a wild spin of our own creation.

Link below of the original ask and response! ( which is quiet delish)

https://www.tumblr.com/professional-benaddict/781460953688686592/would-you-ever-consider-writing-ivf-into-a-blurb?source=share

[maykitty]

One piece character’s reaction to you being infertile

Warning: mention infertility, misdirected blaming, slavery, murder, and rejection.

Characters: Monster trio, Law, Doflamingo, Kidd, and Katakuri

Luffy

He will not care, the dude loves you no matter what.

He is the first to be okay with the idea of adopting a kid.

Pretty obvious with his childhood living with DanDan, Ace, and Sabo.

If you do adopt prepare to deal with two kids along with large dinners.

Zoro

Like Luffy, he doesn't care too.

Zoro is okay with adoption since he was taken in by his Sensei.

Once you guys adopt he will teach his kid how to use a sword.

Plus he is more likely to get lost than your child would on a day out.

Sanji

He was a little sad as his dream is to have a kid that you guys made together.

But he is a little relieved as there is still some trauma due to his own life with Judge and how his mother died trying to stop Judge from changing his DNA.

Just like the others in the monster trio, he had a found father in Zeff so adoption is still an option.

But Sanji would prefer if you two adopt a girl as he always wanted a daughter.

You and your child will have some great meals.

Law

As a doctor, he understands what causes infertility and he doesn't blame you.

He is sort of happy as he never really planned for a kid due to his goals and the fear of the amber-lead disease being passed down.

He is okay with adoption and if you do want to risk having kids then he suggests doing IVF.

When you do have kids he wants to get them into Sora and teach some medical materials as well.

Doflamingo

He blames you for not being able to give him any kids.

He still has his Celestial Dragon pride to pass down his genes.

Among the Celestial Dragons, if a member is infertile they can take a slave’s child as their own or buy a child.

But if a slave is infertile they are either thrown out or killed as they're seen as useless if they're brought to have kids.

You are seen as no use to him.

Kidd

He doesn't care, he lives on an Island where kids are usually abandoned or orphans.

Plus, he has kids on his crew so starting a family isn't something he wants or needs.

He still loves you as long as you are fine with your life now.

Katakuri

He leaves you, one of the things big mom want her children to do is get married to gain power and have children.

You are not what Big Mom wants so Katakuri has to reject your love to marry someone Big Mom approves of who can provide resources and give him children.

As it doesn't matter how much he loves you back his role in the Big Mom Pirates comes first.

[mot-hesbian]

The things I love most about the gender bend for franchaela is that there's no more miracle baby plot. I hate when books/shows/movies do that and it's why I enjoy the way Friends handled Monica and Chandler's struggles with it. I like that they're now going to have to explore other ways to cope with it.

I imagine part of Francesca's struggle about their relationship is that she will have to contend with never having the possibility for biological children. With a man it'd be unlikely but still possible, with Michaela it'd be an impossibility. They've actually given us extra angst on top of the pre-existing angst.

I like the idea of things not magically working out and being perfect for a Bridgerton because it's more realistic (also why I love that they've established LW consequences for Penelope in s4: realistic. Benophie leaving London to live in the country after getting married because of the fact the Ton likely won't accept them: realistic. (But also if I don't have at least Sophie in every single season until the end of the show I will combust I want my bbg so bad rn.))

Anyway, gender bend has already gifted us with so much without their story having even started.

[happy-lemon]

This was both unexpected and devastating. Eva needs to take time to heal and rethink her goals. She visited a doctor who told her she is infertile because of her last pregnancy. So...it looks like I'll be starting a new Mystical Motherhood save, and letting Eva have her happily ever after with Lou.

[diegodionisioluna]

I know that this is very personal for me and that I’m definitely within the wrong fandom(s) to feel this way but I really wish people would understand that wanting to be/unexpectedly becoming a parent (or let’s be real, a mother, since it’s never the father who’s attacked for it) does not immediately undo character development; it does not undo trauma; it does not erase any personal strength or independence; it does not destroy feminism or kowtow to the patriarchy.

And while I’m speaking of this in fandom terms, I also mean it in reality. I know the cool/moral thing right now is to not want to fall (or allow others to fall) into “tradwife” tropes because they’re dangerous and racist and this is very smart and very correct. But conflating one with the other is incredibly unfair and untrue. A parent can still be broken but strong, independent, evolved, and yes — feminist — after having a child.

As someone who’s wanted to be a mother her entire life and has had to deal with the Universe thinking the funniest shit ever was to make sure she couldn’t be: please stop treating pregnancy/parenthood like it’s the end of a person’s life.

It’s exhausting and really, really fucking hurtful.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Wondering about how much of Adrien is real seems to be the tip of the "Astruc didn't think things through" iceberg. How much of any senti-person is genuine? Does Tomoe only think Kagami can't draw because she cannot? Is Felix an ass because Colt Fathom was?

(Post this ask was in reference to)

I'm always wary of laying all of the blame at any one person's feet without hard evidence that this is only their fault since there's a core writing team and pretty much every episode has multiple credited writers. Add in the fact that many other people are also directly and indirectly involved in the writing process and it becomes real hard to point fingers from the outside, which is why I tend to generally wave at the whole crew under the banner of "writers". Other than that issue, I agree with you. It seems like everyone involved either didn't think the idea through very well or they thought it was a kids show, so the horrifying implications didn't matter.

I never know what a kid will pick up on and Miraculous' target demographic is pretty young, so this may indeed be something that flies over most kids heads. It's still not a risk that I would take, though, and I'm baffled as to why they even did it.

This isn't supposed to be a super dark show, so you generally want to avoid including dark elements unless they're absolutely vital because why risk upsetting your audience when you don't need to? And the writers really didn't need to. They went the "Emilie had no idea that the peacock would kill her" route and, once you go that route, you don't need to give her a complex motivation for using the peacock. Complexity is only required if she knew that using it would kill her. And even if they did go the "she knew" route, they still picked a terrible motivation! If your infertility is effecting you so badly that you're willing to die to get a baby, then you don't need a magic baby. You need mental health support because you are in a very dark place.

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Holding On for Dear Life Pt9

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings)

Pairing: Hvitserk/OFC

Warnings: Medical, Illness, S3xual C*ntent

Rating: M

Length: Multi Chapter

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it. 

A/N: Just fluffy and needy Hvitty. What more could we want?

thank you @flowers-in-your-hayr​ for the header

Catch Up Here

Laying in bed, his arms around his pillow, Hvitserk listened to the rain hit the window. He had been in his apartment for two days and already missed Emmer. The rain kissing the glass, he sighed and rolled over to the empty bed. He had spoke with Emmer before going to bed, how desperate would he look if he called her now? His clock told him that it was much too late for Emmer to be awake, Hvitserk sighed and turned over on his other side. If he called her now, she would assume there was an emergency and he didn't want her startled. Outside the wind rustled through the darkness, accompanying the rain.

Nights like this were his favourite, when he was with Emmer. They would go to bed, curled up in one another, listening to the soft sounds of the rain. A rainy night always made things feel more intimate when you had someone to share it with. He had promised her maybe three nights before he came back. He hadn't yet told Ubbe that he was moving, nor had he sorted out anything beyond fresh work clothes. Intentionally, Hvitserk was not trying to drag this out, he wanted to be with Emmer. It made the most sense. The road block was coming from his own fears, he had never lived with anybody aside from his parents and his brothers.

What if he and Emmer grew bored of one another?

What if she decided having him around all the time wasn't what she expected?

No, Hvitserk shook his head at his silly thoughts. Not possible. They loved one another and this was the right thing to do. Deep down, Hvitserk knew it. He could feel it. The excitement trying to turn into fear was a cruel trick of his mind. Huffing, Hvitserk sat up trying to adjust his pillow to the way he liked it. Unfortunately his pillow wasn't as soft or lush as the ones on Emmer's bed. Nor did they smell like her. In a few short days, he was going to be back with her. He would tell Ubbe tomorrow, his brother would understand. Hvitserk tried to close his eyes, the wind outside calling in the darkness once again. Groaning, he rolled over grabbing his phone off of the bedside table and dialing the only number he knew by heart.

“H-hello? Hvitserk?” Emmer's voice was confused and sleepy.

“Hey, sorry.” Hvitserk's reply was hushed and sheepish. “I couldn't sleep and I missed you.”

“I miss you too, but Hvits, it's past midnight. You need to be up soon.” Emmer yawned on the other end.

“I just...” Hvitserk sighed, “I wanted to tell you that I love you. I miss you, and I can't wait to be back home.”

Emmer giggled. “You are ten minutes away, you can come over any time. Silly.”

“I know, but I still miss you.”

“Hmm,” Emmer hummed. Hvitserk could picture her laying in bed, her hair across her pillow like a halo, her blanket shielding her from the outside world. “Do you want to come over now?”

Yes!

Hvitserk shook his head, although Emmer couldn't see him. Going with the logical side of his brain, he knew that he had to decline. “No, I have to get up for work soon. You're right, it's late. I will be back in a few days. I love you, maybe you could come here for dinner?”

“I would love that.” Emmer yawned again. “I will see you later?”

“Yes. And when you get here, I have a surprise.” Hvitserk held his tongue between his teeth. He hadn't told Emmer about his haircut, wanting her to see it in person instead of a photo. “Okay, enough about that. Go back to sleep, I love you. Dinner at seven, come hungry.”

Fuck, he missed her!

Work felt like an eternity, knowing that he was going to see Emmer for dinner, Hvitserk was a jittery mess all day. He was seeing his girlfriend and yet he felt like this was the first time they had ever spent time together. He rationalised that it wasn't a bad thing, after all these years of knowing one another, Emmer still gave him butterflies.

Racing home after work, Hvitserk managed a shower, a quick clean of the apartment, and was pulling out cucumbers to make Aslaug's cucumber salad when Ubbe emerged out of his bedroom. Had he been in there all day? Who knew. Knowing Ubbe had been out all night, another night, another woman, another random place to sleep.

“What's with all the noise?” Ubbe pulled a shirt over his head.

“I was cleaning, because Emmer is coming for dinner.” Hvitserk glared at Ubbe and smacked his hand when he tried to take a piece of cucumber.

“Ouch.” Shaking his hand, Ubbe reached out with the other smacking Hvitserk in the back of the head. Hvitserk shouted and Ubbe smirked. Payback. “Why is she coming here?”

“Change of scenery?” Hvitserk rubbed the sore spot in the back of his head. “When did you get in?”

“Around one, I heard you talking. Dreaming about your girlfriend?” This time Ubbe had successfully grabbed a few pieces of cucumber, shoving one in his mouth.

“I was talking to Emmer on the phone.”

“At that hour? Fuck, why didn't you just go over?”

“Because I missed her? Anyway, look.” Hvitserk paused, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. “I...we have decided to move in together.”

“Okay, well I guess I can find something. I can stay with Ivar for a while.” Ubbe nodded. “Good for you.”

“Oh, no. I'm moving into Emmer's. Her space is the perfect size for us, and she has more stuff to move.” Hvitserk informed his older brother, grabbing an onion from the counter. “I wanted to tell you in person, but I guess we haven't seen one another.”

“Yeah,” Ubbe shrugged, picking up a glass from the side of the sink he'd had earlier. Running the water in the sink, he filled his glass and took a drink. Wiping his hand across his mouth, and down his beard, he continued. “I figured that you already had, when you disappeared.”

“Easy assumption.”

“So, you and Ems are finally going to make this official.” Ubbe nodded, a sly smirk. His eyes crinkled, he looked way too much like Ragnar some days. “Well damn, about time. I'm not going to harass you about it, because I am happy. You two are good together and I think she brings out the good in ya, Hvits.”

“Thanks?”

“Right, anyway. I am going to get out of here. I can stay with Ivar tonight or at mom and dad's, annoy Sig a bit. Enjoy. Tell Ems that I said hello and congrats on her new roommate.”

Gathering his things, Ubbe was gone before Hvitserk had the salad put together, His older brother could be like a ghost when he needed to be. Double checking that he'd picked up everything on the way home from work, Hvitserk was satisfied with his menu for the evening. Now he had to find a dessert and wait for Emmer. Another three hours was going to feel like an eternity.

Homemade mango sorbet, Hvitserk went with the obvious dessert. It was the first thing that he had ever made for Emmer, even now as simple as it was to make, she was always excited for it. Scraping it into a container for after dinner, Hvitserk looked up when the door opened. Emmer waved, allowing herself into his space.

“What ya doing?”

“Putting dessert in the freezer.” He closed the lid, stashing it in the freezer on his way over to Emmer. Taking her bag and hanging it on the closet door knob, Hvitserk hugged her tightly. The gardenia smell overwhelming his senses.

“I missed you.” Her voice was muffled by his body.

“I missed you, too.” Holding her to him, Hvitserk enjoyed the moment. “I have been waiting all day to see you.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Emmer spotted something run by. Letting go of Hvitserk, she pulled her head back. A cat! There was a cat in the apartment.

“Who is that?” Emmer knelt down to be closer to the black and white short haired cat on the floor.

“Ubbe replaced me with a cat.” Hvitserk's brow was creased. “A cat.”

“I doubt he has replaced you.” She giggled scratching the cat behind the ears.

“Either way, I had not imagined my womanizing brother to be a cat person.”

Ubbe had acquired the cat from one of his conquests, she had been moving and couldn't take Mr. Taterbaum. Being the chivalrous man he was, ha! Ubbe brought the cat home with him, along with a new home the cat got a new name.

“Emmer, meet Jörmungandr.”

“He's cute,” Emmer rose to her feet, a sly smile crossing her face, eyes glowing. “Now, come here and let me look at you. I didn't think you would honestly cut your hair.”

“And why is that?”

“You haven't cut your hair since I told you I thought it was sexy, that was like six years ago.” Her hands already in his hair. It felt strange not having his nearly waist long hair slip through her fingers. Hvitserk moaned, when she grabbed his hair gently pulling it, his head lulling back and forth.

“I said that I wanted to cut it.” Hvitserk stated with a small smile. “Too much?”

Emmer shook her head, she had never seen Hvitserk with short hair, beyond a few photos Aslaug had in their family room from when he was younger. Somehow it had made him look more youthful and yet more like an adult. Cropped around his ears, longer on top, she bit her bottom lip studying his new look.

“I like it. It's different, but in a sexy way.” His shorter hair creating the illusion that his facial hair was darker and fuller than it was. “Fuck me, Hvits.”

“I mean, I was hoping to get dinner first, but we can do that.” He teased pulling her in closer and kissing her forehead. “My room is where it's always been. Ubbe isn't coming back until tomorrow.”

“You stop it.” Emmer playfully swatted his hands away from her ass. “I am here for dinner, which is what I expect to have. If we skip dessert, then I won't be upset with the alternative.” she winked.

“Noted.” Hvitserk followed her to the kitchen. “I have a cucumber salad made, salmon ready to sear, and potatoes are already in the oven.”

“I love a man who comes prepared and takes charge.” Emmer was teasing.

“Well, I am prepared for dinner at least.” He shrugged, “Um, why don't you go get comfortable? I will make dinner and grab a glass of wine. I got the red one that you like.”

“The Spanish one?” Hvitserk nodded. Emmer hummed, watching him open the fridge she turned her back walking across the open space to the couch that sat along the back wall, under the large window. Her plan was to sit there and enjoy the view, not the cityscape either.

“Mi'lady.” Hvitserk handed her the glass of wine.

Sitting on the couch, Emmer stuck her leg out, resting her foot on his chest. Wine in hand, she smiled. “Thank you.” she took a sip, licking her lips. Hvitserk gently rubbed the top of her foot. “Like my toes?”

Wiggling her toes, she showed off the new iridescent purple polish with sparkles. “It's nice.” Hvitserk nodded, deepening the pressure of the small circles he was making with his thumb on her foot. “How were your nails?”

“Not cracked, so pedicures are working.” She laid head head back, wine in hand, allowing Hvitserk to keep the foot rub going. A downside of an auto-immune disease was the small tolls it took on the body as well as the large. Emmer groaned when Hvitserk hit a tight spot in her arch. She could lay here all evening letting him rub her feet.

“Feel good?”

“Yes.” She nodded, wine glass to her lips, eyes on his. “You are extremely skilled with your hands.”

“Oh, you should see what else these hands can do.” Hvitserk teased, his eyes darkening.

“Trust me, I know.” Emmer reluctantly pulled her foot back, tucking her legs up under her. “Those fingers, oof. Maybe after dinner you can show me what else they are skilled at?”

“I take it you are spending the night?”

“Maybe, depending how good those fingers work.”

“You are naughty.” Hvitserk leaned down kissing her cheek. “Very naughty.” his arms on either side of Emmer, gripping the back of the couch he stayed close enough she could feel his breath on her cheek.

“You love it,” Emmer's tongue brushed her lips. Gently tapping the freckle on his right cheek, she winked. “Now let me up, I need to pee.”

Standing up, Hvitserk wrinkled his nose. Holding his hand out to Emmer, pulling her from the couch. “Way to ruin it, Em.”

“I can't help that I have to pee.” Placing her glass in Hvitserk's hand she rushed down the hall.

Whatever.

Hvitserk currently felt like the weight of the world had lifted, the anxiety of moving in with Emmer was melting as it should. This was who they were. Fun, attentive, and trusting. The outside drama keeping at bay was certainly helping. Hvitserk shifted his mindset, getting back to the waiting task of dinner. If they wanted to eat this evening, he would have to finish that.

Adjusting his jeans, damn Emmer and her magic powers, he cleared his throat and took a deep breath. Thinking of anything other than the low cut pale pink v-neck that she had worn, no doubt to tease him all night.

“So, I know we don't want to get into this.” Emmer startled him, coming back up the hall, “Your mom's birthday is Tuesday.”

“I am aware.” Picking a few bones from the salmon filet on the counter, Hvitserk's brow creased in concentration. “There is a party for her on Sunday afternoon. Sigurd called me. I told him that I would see how I was feeling.”

“That's fair.” Emmer agreed, leaning against the counter beside Hvitserk she gently brushed her hand against his waist, tugging at his belt. “Hey, I will support whatever you want to do.”

“I know,” Hvitserk stopped pulling tiny fish bones, leaning over to give her a quick kiss.

Resting his forehead on Emmer's, he stooped to meet her height. Smiling against the next kiss, he felt every worry wash away. Pulling back, Emmer kissed the vertical scar that ran just above his brow, a trophy that Sigurd had left him with as kids. “Can you check the potatoes?”

“Sure can.” Emmer nodded, giving him a swat on the ass when she passed by to open the oven. Hvitserk chuckled, leave it to Emmer to turn a tense moment into something entirely different.

Dinner, becoming a joint effort, not that Emmer had done a whole lot aside from making sure potatoes didn't burn and then set the table, she had also poured the wine. Lots of it. Hvitserk concentrated on his salmon, one of his favourite things to make, crispy seared with the lemon and garlic butter. It was a winner every time. Emmer always commented on how she wanted to bathe in the sauce, Hvitserk swore he'd once saw her lick it off the plate when she thought he wasn't watching her.

Extra in the pan, he would store it for later, Ubbe would find it in the fridge and help finish the extra portions. Emmer had found two candles, emergency white, with extra lasting flame the package had boasted. One of Ubbe's camping essentials no doubt. Emmer made a note to replace them, when she added them to the perfectly set table for two.

Jörmungandr under Hvitserk's feet, had come out from wherever he had been napping, meowing loudly. Requesting his portion of the fish. Flicking him a small piece of salmon, Hvitserk stepped over the cat carrying plates to the table.

“Hvits, that looks amazing.” Emmer praised, she had been instructed to sit before Hvitserk had put their dinner to plates. Always the gentleman, he'd even pulled her chair out.

“I made the lemon sauce that you like.” He passed her the plate, taking the chair beside her. “I hope you like it.”

“I am sure it's divine.” Emmer smiled waiting for Hvitserk to take his seat, before eating.

The first few seconds of the meal were silent, always a sign that Hvitserk took as good. If people weren't talking, then it meant they were enjoying the food too much to speak. Jörmungandr brushed against his leg under the table, showing appreciation for the fish that had been passed on in the kitchen. Hvitserk gently shooed the cat away from the table, the black and white feline moseying his way to the couch for a nap instead. Emmer hummed in appreciation as she took another bite. She enjoyed cooking, but not like Hvitserk. As long as he was around, she would never starve. Hell she may never have to cook again.

“Want to take tomorrow off, we can sleep in, pack some boxes.” Hvitserk broke the silence, his fork in hand, taking a moment to pick up his wine.

“Tempting, but I have to take Ivar to his specialist. We could pack after that.”

“Think he's told his girlfriend yet?” Hvitserk studied the piece of salmon on his fork. It wasn't his business, but he was curious. He had been with Ivar for nearly every medical appointment throughout his life.

“I don't know, I mean if he hasn't told her then I get it.” Emmer stabbed a piece of cucumber with her fork. “I don't think I would have told you so fast, but you nearly had a stroke when the condom broke on us.”

The first time they had tried dating, a few weeks in, Hvitserk remembered it like it had happened an hour ago. The only time he had ever dealt with that situation and he hadn't handled it well. Emmer soothed his raised blood pressure and anxiety, when she'd told him that it was fine. Revealing her infertility. A car accident, resulting in a ruptured uterus, an emergency surgery, and by the time she was fifteen, the notion of having children had been taken away from her. She rarely told anybody her reason, it wasn't theirs to know. Hvitserk had told his mother, years ago, one evening trying to make sense of his new relationship at the time. Emmer was aware that Aslaug knew and was thankful that the other woman had never shown her pity.

“It was not my finest moment.” Hvitserk winced, “I still feel like an idiot, oh my god.”

“At least you cared enough to worry.” Emmer smiled, reaching for his hand. “Ivar is still sorting out how he feels. I am sure he will tell Aud when she needs to know. Maybe he already has, I don't know. He's never talked about it beyond telling me he was seeing a specialist.”

“He isn't all that forthcoming about anything. You know it took him a year to tell mom and dad that he switched from engineering to finance.” Hvitserk shrugged. “They didn't care, mom was happy that he was getting out and going to classes every day. He likes keeping things in.”

“A Lothbrok trait.” her words were pointed, as she looked at Hvitserk. “Okay, enough about that. What time is practice on Saturday?”

Hvitserk smiled, she had no interest in football, but she always asked about the kids on the team. Once in a while, she would come to a game cheering them on like they were her own children on the field. Hvitserk had played since he was seven, even earning a degree in Sports and Exercise. He never used it beyond coaching the group of 12 to 15 years old.

“It's at 9:30, were you thinking of coming? Gyda may be there, Leif's team has a game right after our practice.” Hvitserk gave the information. “If you want to come, I can pick you up.”

Emmer nodded, using her napkin to get salad dressing off of her cheek. “I do want to come. I haven't been to a practice in a while. Should I bring the good snacks?”

The kids that Hvitserk coached loved to see Emmer show up, her blue picnic basket always full of snacks and sweets for them after practice. Parents of the team didn't seem to mind her either, enjoying the enthusiasm she brought to the field. Hvitserk loved that she would stand around the field all morning, chatting and making sure everyone was comfortable.

“Always.” He nodded, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “Of course you are the whole snack, so.”

“You are the cheesiest man alive right now, babe.” Emmer laughed, pushing him away playfully. “I've missed you. The apartment is quiet when I am alone.”

“We could get a cat.”

“I'm not Ubbe, I'm not that easily enticed by pussy.”

Hvitserk opened his mouth, looking a bit like catching flies, he had nothing to say to that. His sides shaking as he began to laugh at the serious look on Emmer's face. He had been so preoccupied in bullshit that he'd almost forgotten how good it felt, the two of them, being silly and laughing. Emmer's giggles broke into laughter, her eyes crinkled and full of mirth.

Covering her mouth with her hand, Emmer tried to stop the stream of laughter. Hvitserk leaned back in his chair, his arms at his side, face red with humour.

“Fuck, Emmy.” he mumbled, finally able to get words to come. “I think I needed that.”

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[vitaeplaysda]

Reposting here my personal take over the screen probably most of the fandom has seen now. Wondered with a friend if it's an Evanuris thing or directly if it's related to not being born physically, just manifested. Sorry my people, it's my headcanon now, he's fully infertile, which is why he acts and is remembered for being "the father" of the other Evanuris. Man would always deny it until the end of days, try to prove it off too, but also it's something he has to compensate for. (I really should make a post about my own headcanons for Elgar'nan because I have many and only my group knows them sob)

[deliver-the-light]

tw: discussion of infertility/child loss

Doing some timeline stuff and trying to figure out everyone’s ages made me realize how odd it is that Henry/Nerissa are so much older than Luxa.

Which lead me to think about courting/marriage/childbearing customs in Regalian culture, especially in regards to the royal family. Which made me realize that Luxa’s parents probably were married and trying for heirs before the kings younger brother (Henry’s father) would be starting his family.

So why are Luxa’s cousins years older than her? It also doesn’t make sense that her parents would have only had one heir. It’s very common to make a few spares (even in peace times). They didn’t die until AFTER Gregor’s father fell. Luxa would have been somewhere between 9-10 years old. The fact that she doesn’t have siblings is very telling.

Luxa’s parents struggled with fertility issues for at least 5 years before her birth and for about 10 after. That’s why Luxa’s name doesn’t match her family’s tradition of naming children after Shakespearean references. She IS their Lux, their light.

I am not okay.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.117 The other shoe

We started the night at a bar in a fancy rooftop hotel in San Myshuno. Sophia and I didn't bother dressing up because our only goal was to meet the man that had my sister all googly-eyed, and that didn't involve nice clothes. Jace Laurent was his name. He was from Tartosa and frequented the bar where we had the party. His fancy job title didn't fool me once he explained the role. He said he was a nano-simfluencer for a company called Trend Team. Apparently, he was heavily into fashion and was seeking the attention of brands on social media so he could score an endorsement deal. Basically, he was unemployed. True, I was technically unemployed too, but at least I left home and come back with money like normal working sims.

But after a while, I had to admit he wasn't as much of a schmuck as I thought he'd be. He was definitely weird, but seemed like he'd be kinda fun to hang out with once we got to know each other better.

"Would you stop grilling him??" Alessia shouted.

"I'm not grilling! I'm just trying to get to know him. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah, but stop with the 20 Questions!"

"How else am I supposed to get to know him, Less??"

Like, seriously! What was up with her? First she yelled at Sophia on Winterfest for trying to stay in the conversation and get to know her, and now this? I hoped ol' dude was up to handle her moods because if I couldn't win with her, no one could.

"Don't mind her," Jace said. "She's just a little pregnant."

"I'm sorry...WHAT?!"

His proud, smug face melted into discomfort and mortification.

"Oh no...she didn't tell you."

"We're in love, Luca," Alessia shouted. "I asked him to move in."

So many questions buzzed around my brain like a swarm of bees, but the frustration flowing through my veins was stronger than the urge to get answers. I was so done with this seemingly endless stream of accidental pregnancies around me! The mere thought of another person turning up pregnant ignited a fiery anger within me so intense I could almost taste it. Okay…I wouldn't actually resort to violence, but the urge to lash out, to release my pent-up frustration, was as real as all these unborn babies in my life.

"We have to go," I said, getting up from the table.

Alessia yelled after us, questioning our abrupt departure, but I didn't care. My only goal was to seek shelter in the safety of my home because the fortress I built around my emotions had finally been breached. Falling apart was imminent now. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the pressure that had been building up all week erupted from my mouth as I hollered. I never felt so out of control before. I paced, tugged on my hair, and screamed some more. Sophia stood off to the side for a moment, watching, allowing me to get it out, but then she marched up to me and embraced me tightly as if she were trying to squeeze hope back into me. We collapsed onto the couch and cried together. I probably should have waited to tell her about my hospital visit, but how much more could it hurt? We were already at the bottom.

"Sophia," I said through my tears, "I gotta tell you something."

She sat up to hear my story and wiped my face.

"I went to the doctor. That's where I was earlier... I have low fertility too. I'm so sorry!"

To my surprise, she didn't sink deeper into despair, like I thought she would. She held my hand and showed me the most incredible display of bravery I had ever seen.

"Awwwww, Luca! Are you okay? This isn't your fault. It's no one's fault. It just...is."

I knew she was right, but life really sucked at the moment, and I didn't know how to withstand against all those blows anymore. I thought I was strong enough, but now my wife had to hold me up.

"It's just not fair," I yelled. "Alessia, Yasmine...and even Dub! None of them were trying to get pregnant! Why won't it happen for us? I feel like we're being punished for something, but I don't know what it is! I just want to start a family with you. What's so bad about that?? I've done everything to stay positive and hopeful, but I can't do it anymore! I can't do it, Sophia!"

She wiped my tears and tried to soothe me, telling me it was going to be okay, just like I did for her at the beginning of all this.

"Hey...listen...we can't give up yet, babe. We've got one more trick up our sleeve! How about tomorrow I do the IVF? Forget those treatments!"

"Are you sure? That's surgery."

"It's outpatient. This is my last chance to carry my own child. I have to take it."

"Okay. But only if you want to. I'm fine with adoption if you change your mind, but...I really hope it works."

"Me too."

[hoseamatthewsandsilverdollar]

"Hey, kiddos. Take a seat. I got coffee on the brew."

DNI: NSFW asks (mod is a minor and sees Hosea as a father), proship, anti other hearted (therian and Otherkin), radqueer, and just bigoted in general, NSFW accounts, or not safe for children.

Age/pet regression friendly! Though there will be cursing!

Mod (Name: Forest) uses it/vamp/moss pronouns EXCLUSIVELY

Hosea uses he/him for sake of being in character

!!TW for infertility!!

I personally gave a headcanon that Bessie couldn't have kids. Hosea and had tried, but it never worked out. So, after Bessie passed, Hosea adopts every kiddo he can.

This is for gits and shiggles, honestly. It's not spoiler free and it might be OOC depending on the ask and/or situation.

Alright, have fun asking Hosea things <3

[mystycfics]

Who: Mollie & Banks @glitchfms

Where: Pandemonium

Mollie had a habit of adopting people she felt needed family. Maybe it was because she had been adopted when she was little or maybe it was because she couldn't have children herself. By default she was a mother hen. Raven's Peak had so many people that were lost and looking for some sort of support, it was like a magnet for orphans.

"Banks," she called as she entered the psychic shop. She knew many witches that could do clairvoyance spells but she had never met a tried and true psychic. Though, as with all of them in this town, they probably existed even if they weren't supposed to. "Hey I got some more of those treats at the shop, thought I would bring some by for you."

[jtl-fics]

anything with matt boyd in it, if that's an okay ask?

maybe the new kings dan/matt bit :eyes: but really whatever you want

WIP Wednesday 1-3-24 (Closed) | New Kings AU

Dan had insisted on having Matt in the room with her and she needed him there. She still remembered being in a room all by herself because she had insisted that she would be just fine. Still remembers the way the doctor looked at her when she came back in the room.

She doesn't remember the drive home. Doesn't remember crawling into bed. She does remember the shock back to the present when she heard Matt come in through their front door. Loud, happy, jovial, and perfect father material.

And she couldn't give that to him.

[happy-lemon]

It was a crushing blow to learn that her best friend was gone. Greyson had passed and Erwin was getting older. Julianna had been the youngest of the Sporemongers, but she worried that battling the mother plant had changed them somehow. What if that was why she was having difficulty conceiving a child? What if she wouldn't live long enough to see Vega grow up? It all too much for Julianna to bear.

[luminaryofblood]

Man, angst below the read more...

Mohg getting his body back, but unable to bear any children. After he's been wanting children of his own for so very long.