#but mpreg symptoms for a few days

[ae-azile]

The Non-Newtonian Newborn: Chapter 8 Preview

Porsche has Kinn drive. Arm doesn't need to under these circumstances. Kinn seems to realize that, since he gets in the driver’s seat without thinking twice and doesn't seem to mind when Porsche sits in the back with Arm.

“Everything will be okay,” Porsche says as Arm stares straight ahead, “I promise. You will have support.”

“So much support,” Kinn adds, “The baby will be added to the company health insurance at no extra cost.”

“Both your baby and Achara will have the best pediatrician as soon as we finish screening them and add one to the roster,” Porsche says, “When the baby is old enough, they can be admitted to the BEST private school.”

“They would probably get in anyway, with how smart you are,” Kinn says, “But we will make sure they have the best educational opportunities provided for them. The best tutors too.”

“And if Korn has anything to say about you keeping a baby at the compound, we’ll stand up to him for you!” Porsche says, “We’re your family, got it?”

Kinn nods in agreement, “We are in this together-”

“You’re the one who got me in this mess to begin with!” Arm snaps.

Porsche jerks back at the accusation, mainly because Arm doesn't accuse Kinn of anything, much less raise his voice at him. But here he is, glaring and fuming over this. But honestly, Porsche can't blame him. It is sort of Kinn’s fault.

“You can't get mad at him for talking to you like that,” Porsche whispers as he leans forward, “He's stressed out, and you were the one who asked him to accompany us. Don't reprimand him-”

“I'm not going to reprimand him,” Kinn says quietly, “I know it's my fault. I'm sorry.”

Porsche nods, “We’re sorry, Arm-”

“It's too late for an apology!” Arm tells him, turning his glare onto Porsche, “I'm mad at you too!”

Porsche gasps, “I wasn't the one who asked you to come! Be mad at Kinn! Not me!”

“Porsche,” Kinn says in a warning tone.

“It's true!” Porsche says, then tries to put a comforting hand on Arm’s leg, only for Arm to slap it off.

“Hey!” Kinn warns

“Fuck off,” Arm mumbles under his breath, then holds his head in his hands. Porsche lets out a sad and guilt-ridden sigh, then reaches over and rubs Arm’s back.

“It's okay, Kinn,” Porsche says, “He's obviously stressed out. And remember what Niran said. He said some people show strong symptoms after breaking an egg. They get emotional, or overly sentimental, or have a lot of cravings and nausea. Despite this all working differently, the person who breaks the egg is essentially pregnant until the baby arrives one to five days later, depending on the moon cycle-”

“I am NOT fucking pregnant!” Arm says, pulling away again, “I always act like this!”

Porsche purses his lips, “...Okay.”

Kinn seems hesitant to combat that claim as well, but does it anyway, “...Arm, you tried to lunge at an old man.”

“He deserved it,” Arm mutters, then lets out a groan, “Pull over.”

“Why-”

“PULL OVER!”

Kinn immediately does what he's told and pulls onto a side street. Arm jumps out before it comes to a complete stop and Porsche is ready to go after him. Arm is clearly overwhelmed, but Porsche has never seen him like this. Who knows what he might do? But luckily, Arm doesn't seem to be making a run for it. He stops by a trash can on the corner, throws himself over it, and empties the contents of his stomach so violently that two pedestrians jump back and rush away.

“Fuck,” Kinn mutters as they watch him from the car, “I feel like such an asshole.”

“As you should,” Porsche says, “You forced our head guard into an unplanned pregnancy.”

“He's not exactly pregnant-”

“Look at him!” Porsche says, “He is one of the ones Niran was talking about, one who gets severe morning sickness and is miserable until the process is over!”

“It isn't even growing inside him,” Kinn says, “He may be throwing up due to anxiety.”

“Arm isn't an anxious vomiter,” Porsche counters, “If he was, he wouldn't have gotten the head guard position and become so openly adamant about staying on Tankhun’s team despite the promotion. He's a nerd and can be introverted, but he has balls of steel! And now he's pregnant!”

Kinn groans, “We’ve never had a pregnant guard. Pregnant girlfriends of guards, and pregnant maids and cooks, but not guards-”

“I'm not pregnant.”

Kinn quickly shuts up as Arm gets back in the car. Arm looks at both of them, appearing clammy, tired, and suspicious before letting out a sigh.

“Do you have gum?”

Porsche quickly digs into his pocket, “Here. You can just have the rest of the pack. In case you need to throw up again, you will have it.”

“I don't need to throw up again,” Arm says, sticking a piece of gum in his mouth before leaning his head against the window, “I need food.”

Porsche quickly bangs on the back of the seat, “Kinn, we’re going out to eat. Wherever Arm wants.”

“Hibachi,” Arm says, his eyes closed, “And sushi.”

“Expensive and sophisticated cravings!” Porsche says with an approving nod.

“They aren't cravings. It's just what I want.”

Again, Porsche isn't going to challenge Arm. Not right now.

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Arm doesn't know why Kinn and Porsche are trying to restrict what kind of fucking sushi he gets when he's NOT pregnant. He isn't even in denial. If Achara was truly born from a magical egg created by Niran, then Arm understands he may very well find a newborn who is biologically his child outside his door within the next couple of days. But it isn't like that baby is growing inside of him. Even Niran said they will grow in his workshop, or whatever the fuck it is.

“We are just asking that you get low-mercury fish that is cooked,” Kinn says softly, acting like a fucking know-it-all despite just looking up this information, “Or a roll with just vegetables. We’re not trying to control you-”

“Fine,” Arm says, tossing the menu at Kinn, “You pick for me. Despite saying I can eat ‘whatever’ I want, you go ahead and pick. Take away more of my autonomy. I’ll wait.”

Kinn stares at him for a moment, then looks at Porsche.

“How am I supposed to respond to that?”

“With patience, respect, and empathy,” Porsche says in a hushed voice, then gives Arm a bright smile, “We will buy you ALL the sushi when your baby arrives-”

“After he finishes breastfeeding,” Kinn whispers, “He needs to be careful about what he eats if he starts breastfeeding.”

Porsche's smile becomes more forced, “Once the baby is weaned.”

Arm really doesn't want to breastfeed. He feels strong emotions bubbling up inside of him, and his normal level of control seems non-existent. Before he knows it, he feels tears springing to his eyes so rapidly that he takes off his glasses and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.

“Fuck, Arm,” Kinn says, sounding truly upset for him, “I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened. You…If you need some time off…I know you have sisters. If you want to spend some time with them, we can arrange that. I would prefer it if you stayed. So we can make sure you and the baby are safe. But if you need some time away, I…I understand.”

“Or we can invite your sisters to stay in the compound, if they are open to that,” Porsche says, “But regardless of where you stay, you will not be put at risk. Not anymore. We’ll also give you so much time off-”

“You have no one to fill in for everything I do for you,” Arm says bitterly. When Arm puts his hands down to look at them for a reaction, it seems as though they realize what he is saying is true.

“We’ll…make due while you spend time with your baby,” Kinn says carefully, “Obviously, if you can consult - or help with the management side of things should you continue living in the compound - we will greatly appreciate it.”

“And we’ll give you a family suite!” Porsche says, nodding encouragingly, “One of the nicest ones we have. I'm sure Khun will love to throw a baby shower for you too! He might have even more fun with it than Kim’s and Chay’s!”

Khun shouldn't plan something like that. Not when this baby will be his too.

“And…” Kinn starts, looking slightly nervous, “Once the baby comes, we’ll run their DNA through the database. See if the other parent pops up, or at least one of their family members.”

“Of course we will,” Porsche says, then gives Arm another smile, “You know who it probably is? Pol. I bet it's Pol. You guys are really close!”

“I can see it!” Kinn says, looking hopeful for that particular outcome.

Pol is his closest friend. Raising a baby with him would not be awkward or terrible. In fact, they would probably co-parent harmoniously - albeit platonically. But Pol being his soulmate would be incredibly weird. He's like his brother.

“They would be so cute together!” Porsche gushes.

“I really think it's Pol,” Kinn says, nodding, “It just makes sense.”

It's not fucking Pol.

But he can't say that. Not without coming off as an asshole, nor can he say who it really is. Arm has no doubt in his mind who his soulmate is. He's been in a relationship with him for almost a year, and he's been in love with him for almost five. Even now that they are together, Arm still feels his heart skip a beat whenever Tankhun walks into the room.

But they aren't out. Not with how controlling Tankhun believes Korn will be, or how concerned and overly protective Kinn will be. It has stayed quiet, and their relationship coming out will likely alter Arm’s employment with the family.

He needs to talk to Tankhun. He needs to talk to his boyfriend.

“Khun just texted,” Kinn says, checking his phone, “He’s asking if everything went okay. What should I tell him?”

“Your call, Arm,” Porsche says.

Arm lets out a breath and does not give into the sudden need to rip Kinn’s phone out of his hands, lock himself in the bathroom, and cry to Tankhun over the phone.

“Tell him we are grabbing something to eat. Make sure to let him know we are saving room for the food being catered at the shower,” Arm says, “After everyone leaves and we get back to the compound, I will tell him about…this situation. I don't want him to get worried about me or stressed out during the party.”

With that, Arm takes his menu back and looks down at it, “Cooked, low-mercury fish or vegetarian sushi, right?”

“Just to be safe,” Porsche says.

“Fine,” Arm says, even though everything feels the opposite of fine right now. But logically, he knows he will feel better when he talks to Tankhun.

His soulmate.

[reallyromealone]

Rindou Haitani A/B/O where reader is pregnant with Rindou's child?

Or

Bonten x reader A/B/O but I don't really have an idea for this one 😔

Title: Surprise! You're a dad!

Fandom: Tokyo revengers

Pairing: Rindō Haitani x reader

Warning: Omegaverse, mpreg, male reader, angstish, reader is done, fluff, ran is ready to be an UNCLE, Rindō is a bit of a dick

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(name) sighed as he went to the grocery store, a deep craving for salad and apples, fatty foods making him absolutely nauseous. Six months pregnant and exhausted, (name) did his best to make sure that his pup had everything needed for his birth, working full time at his job at a convenience store at the night shift, the pay better than day shift plus a part time job with at home accounting, something he did at the convenience store as there weren't any customers that late, the occasional person buying cigarettes.

It wasn't easy, (name) stressed to raise a pup alone but sadly didn't realize he was pregnant till it was too late to decide and only at 19, the father was someone he didn't bother looking for as he was not someone (name) believed he could rely on to be a parent, the man was a criminal be met at a party after all.

(Name) Was completely lost in his thoughts, wandering the store as he collected the veggies he craved and a few crunchy treats, unaware of those around him.

"Whoa, watch out now~" a voice said cooly as (name) looked up to see a very tall alpha with lavender eyes and a coy smile who looked at the adorable Omega with the round belly "should be careful, dangerous to not watch yourself" the Alpha looked familiar but (name) couldn't name where he seen him before, dressed in fancy clothes that were definitely designer.

(Name) Nodded and continued his journey to eat his veggies, his back hurting slightly as his pup kicked excitedly "yes yes, I know" he whispered as he glanced down at his stomach, lightly shoulder checking someone "you lookin' to d--holy shit" (name) recognized the voicr as he glanced to see the reason why he thought the tall one looked familiar "beans" (name) whispered to himself as he looked at the one night stand he was currently carrying the child of. Ran showed up, poking his head from behind as he looked at the two, glancing at their faces before looking at (name)s mark on his neck and then Rindōs and then it clicked "I suppose I'm going to be an uncle" he chuckled as he offered his hand to (name) "Ran Haitani, I suppose I'm your brother in law!"

"But I suppose it would be better if we went somewhere private, yes?" Ran said to his stunned brother as (name) sighed and walked to checkout to pay for his veggies, going into his side bag to grab his debit card when a tap could be heard as Rindō paid for it with an annoyed expression and (name) looked at him miffed "I can pay for myself" he grumbled, he just wanted to go home and watch his shows, not deal with with this.

But there he was in a diner, sipping his (non caffeinated drink) as the brothers sat before him "so you want child support or some shit?" Rindō said bluntly and (name) glared "if I wanted that shit, do you think I wouldn't have gone looking for you sooner?" (Name) Barked back and Ran laughed at the two "so why'd ya keep it?" Ran asked simply, the two brothers weren't exactly struggling for money after all "...I didn't realize I was pregnant till it was too late" (name) said softly "it's harder to know if your pregnant as a male Omega, we don't have periods so if we don't show symptoms we won't know" his voice trembled as he held his stomach and felt the kicks.

"You don't have to worry, we are fine... I have things handled" (name) didn't need his hand outs or anything like that, he was a big boy after all. "You're parents supporting you or something?" Ran asked, the Omega was awful young, Rindō mentioning the person who claimed him was 19 or something "my... My family isn't in the picture anymore... I had to drop out of university because of this... So they kicked me out" that was still a sore subject for (name), thankfully his grandmother helped him get settled into an apartment, she was across the country but still helped none the less.

"But I have things handled! It's fine!" (Name) Said seriously, as if he was trying to convince himself that it was actually as he said but the brothers didn't seem convinced "I have a job, I have a place and I have a space set up for my pup" he said seriously and looked at Rindō "don't worry, you won't have to be inconvenienced with child support because I don't need it"

"Do you know the gender of my little niece of nephew?" Ran asked, disregarding his brother completely as he looked at the bump curiously, he was definitely excited to be in the pups life as Rindō glared at his brother "how do we know it's mine?" Rindō wasn't about to go thinking he's a father if the kid wasn't his after all "Rindō, before we had sex I was a virgin" (name) said simply as he looked at him "do you think I would want to willingly put a target on my kids back because it would be so great to get knocked up by a gangster?!" He whispered the last bit as he glared at Rindō "it doesn't even matter! You're clearly not interested in being in my daughter's life and frankly I don't need you! Now I'm going to go home, goodbye Rindō Haitani" (name) said coldly and took his groceries before promptly leaving.

It was a few seconds before Ran looked at his brother "you wanna follow him don't you?" He said smugly and Rindō grumbled "I gotta make sure he doesn't die or some shit"

Ran cackled as they left the diner to look for the angry waddling pregnant Omega, spotting him turn a corner and the two booked it to trail him, people getting out of their way as they followed him.

A tiny house in a forgotten spot of Roppongi, old houses going form incredibly cheap these days and with the supposed help of his grandmother it would make sense he would have this.

(Name) Sighed as he walked inside his house, a labor of love that he's been putting in and making it perfect for his pup, many things thrifted and found cheap and with the monthly cheques from his grandmother helping immensely with this, soon he won't need those cheques but for now he will take what he can get.

What he didn't know was two alphas were currently getting his address down on their phones, despite Rindō being an ass, he wasn't about to let the dam to his children be living in such a shit box in his eyes.

And ran was ordering baby gifts and Omega gifts, having the time of his life.

[junobutterflyden]

oops, I got pregnant

@cosmo112 thanks for the idea with the Sukuna ask

concept: hybrids are like pets and your owner was planning to breed you with a purebred… only to find out that you got pregnant with another hybrid. (jjk edition).

warnings: mpreg (or omegaverse, however you want to look at it), fur/breeds change, not revised.

Gojo Satoru

-he's a mischievous white cat, who doesn't care how many locks there are in a house -his fluffy white fur hides his muscles when he's in cat form, so many try to fight him, but eventually lose, but when he's half-human few dare -then he sees you, a cat with gray and white fur on the twentieth floor of a building, just napping in the window -he starts seeing you every day, both you and your owner wonder how he gets there -your owner can't stop Satoru from ever coming in and when he thinks he's gotten rid of Gojo, you start showing pregnancy symptoms! that damn cat abandoned you to take care of a litter all by yourself! -in fact, Satoru was preparing the biggest basket in the world with gifts and things for you to remember him by when he couldn't stay at your apartment -you saw a country with a single white-furred kitten

Toji Fushiguro

-He's a stray cat that was rescued by an old lady, along with his two kittens -He has short black fur and is very, very big, you always have to look up to look at his eyes -He always seemed wary of you, even though you were a good neighbor -At first, he compared you to shit because you were brown with stripes, but he started to stop doing that, comparing you to food now, you didn't know what to say about it -Damn time you went to the roof, your owner went to complain about it to Toji's owner and ended up being scratched by the cat -Now you're locked inside the house, pregnant and without your adopted kittens and husband -So Toji finds a hole in the fence and takes Megumi and Tsumiki to see you through the glass door in the garden -You and Toji had three kittens, one black, one gray and one dark brown

[cottagedeer]

So uh, I just… did a thing on Janitor AI that I’m just gonna make a little tldr of it.

Betty is reincarnated as a more humanoid hybrid/fusion of Betty and Golb (“Gordana the path witch” somewhat Inspired by Elen of the ways.) emerged from a large cocoon that landed on Ooo like a comet in a hidden butterfly meadow deep in the woods.

Memories of being Betty are somewhat hazy for her, with her only memories of her past life was with Simon before the crown took hold of him. With her witch-like appearance, she pass off as a wizard because of her destructive and chaotic abilities. She lived in Wizard City for some months just existing and trying to find a name for herself. One day she is out hunting for live ingredients for a magic shop she works at and runs into Simon on his route back to the Human City.

Long story short of ‘act 1’, Simon instantly recognizes her and tries to convince her that she is Betty. Mentioning her past life of her dreams and ambitions in vein, Gordana simply couldn’t comprehend anything Simon said, apologizing that he must have confused her for someone else. Simon felt embarrassed as he started to feel doubt in his gut feeling until Gordana mentioned about Simon’s book about artifacts, something that he has not done in such a long time, faith in his gut feeling returned, vowing to her that he will find some way to return her memories of her past life. (He might have had too much to drink that evening when he bumped into Gordana.)

Skip a few of angsty plot revolving around Simon getting close to Gordana and slowly able to bring some memories back thanks to BMO’s regression simulator game.

It had only partially worked, enough for her to remember being Betty in her past life, but still had hazy memories when after Simon put the crown on for the first time. Simon didn’t give up on his mission to help Gordana remember her times with him as Betty Grof, but he had also slowly come to fall in love with Betty’s incarnation, over time, Simon had come to accept the lady before him as her own individual.

So cute.

Now onto the mpreg shit you have been probably waiting for, hehe.

Because Gordana is a fusion between Betty and GOLB, she carries on both masculine and feminine features. So one thing lead to another (Reason for this post.) and the two end up expecting.

Simon could not keep his hands off of Gordana’s abdomen and was super dodie on becoming a father, however he started to notice gaining weight and having similar pregnancy symptoms around the same time Gordana started showing. The two chalk it up to something called ‘sympathy pregnancy weight’ and thought nothing of it, sometimes even joking of who is the one expecting and who is just getting the golden dad bod.

But sometimes Simon can’t shake the feeling that something is off about the weight gain.

[mushroomnoodles]

I really love Vampires and Tarots as an aesthetic and Simon and Betty as the lover fit that so well. I have a few questions about this AU.

How did the lovers find out about Morri? Did they fear Simon was intolerant of blood or something else?

Did the Vampire King find out about Simon and his powerful wife? (I'd imagine the Vampire King would be interested the possibility of a Vampire reproducing natural instead of a bite. And the side bonus of a power Vampire like Betty must sound appealing. )

Since Simon and Betty didn't separate and Simon didn't find the crown, did they meet Marceline or is this a the Star situation?

Finally how did Simon have the baby, is this a golbaby situation or something else?

Thanks! Your posts are just the best!

ok, buckle the fuckle up because this is a long ass post! i'm slapping a cut on it so you don't have to scroll forever but the general cws still apply- cw/tw for sfw, non kink mpreg and once again, two entire drops of blood.

i'd like to start out with saying THE HANGED MAN/vamp simon definitely had the roughest pregnancy of my au simons.. even compared to "vanilla" simon carrying golbetty's child.

nothing super serious, of course, but.. it didn't help that vamp simon is also physically weaker than other vampires. simon's undead body was not exactly equipped to GROW a life. at first, he couldn't stomach anything- everything he drank came right back up, which weakened him severely. his nausea was BAAAD.

for the first few months of pregnancy the only thing he could keep down was grade A human blood. this is how they found out simon was pregnant in the first place- the lack of blood was making him ill, and simon couldn't even do his regular duties, he spent so much time sick. vampires don't get sick. betty was seeing a repeat of something that happened a long time before.. and took him in to see someone with the power of intuition to tell them what ailed him- TEMPERANCE.

simon had finally been able to keep some blood down, so he wasn't so exhausted when they did visit her.

...they were very confused, but betty was overjoyed! simon was too, but ever the thinker, he wanted to know HOW. the same question the vampire king and the rest of the inner circle had, too. they kept simon's pregnancy a secret from most- with the day a weakness for them, the threat of vampire hunters, and the possibility of a new way to reproduce, the vampire king wanted to keep this exciting news secret until they could figure out the details.

simon, not wanting to be poked and prodded like an exhibit, graciously offered to research the phenomenon himself.

yeah. he has no idea.

the whole inner circle waited to see what kind of child simon would give birth to, given his and betty's powers. would their child inherit those abilities from them, or have something new? what did a living vampire entail?

simon was honestly glad he wasn't being paraded around for public eye, because pretty much every pregnancy symptom hit simon like a truck, even mood swings and cravings. and he was THIRSTY. so thirsty. little miracle needed a lot of nourishment and simon even began to crave actual food- which betty went out of her way to procure for him. (morrigan was alive after all!)

seeing simon so sensitive to his environment and working so hard to find an answer to something she felt he didn't have to worry about sort of set her wife/mother instincts into overdrive.. betty was suuper fucking protective of simon and was not afraid to snap at people or refuse circle visitors for him.

plus, morrigan was very strong and very big, and theyd leave little bruises on simon's belly sometimes. and, naturally, vampire morrigan took longer than nine months to be ready- simon carried them for more like 18 months. but they arrived safely, soundly, and surprisingly quietly, despite simon's undead body struggling for two days to bring them into the world. THE CHARIOT was actually eventually born via caesarean, because they were just.. taking way too long. they weren't ill, just sleepy.

granted, everyone was pretty fucking sleepy at that point.

and to answer the marceline question, yes, simon and betty found marceline as a child! marceline took to being nocturnal like a champ.

they had her for only a few months before they were approached by the vampire king, who had been watching them for a long time- before they even picked up marcy.

he'd seen them use their powers and their wits to stay alive in the apocalyptic wasteland- and later raise a child. he wanted them to join his group of vampires, and offered them marceline's safety in return.

simon and betty said yes, knowing they wouldn't be able to face off against a whole legion of vampires- and certainly not the king, if he decided a no was to be his enemy. and the rest is history.

ahh, i think i got everything?

[thinkofmehoney]

“Cooking up comfort”

mpreg!Choso x you

next part here<3

Summary: Neither you or Choso imagined that this could ever be possible, at first it was just a thought that crossed your mind. Since Choso was a half curse and had connection with the sorcery world. Would it be too crazy to find a way for him to get pregnant? Well, after doing an extensive research for a couple of months, and ten weeks later, Choso was expecting your child.

Even though it resulted possible for him to get pregnant, it wasn’t something common, a man getting pregnant was still something rare even though a lot of strange things were normal in this sorcery world. It was truly a blessing for both of you, it had its risks and complications, but he really wanted this, to form a family with you, and you would be there for him in every step of the way.

or

Where you cook lunch for your pregnant boyfriend and he gets too emotional (and nauseous)

contents: Mpreg Choso x female reader, fluff and slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, slice of life, Unconventional Pregnancy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Notes: Long story short, I was using Janitor AI, my API code was about to expire and I was bored and came up with this JSKSJS It wasn’t exactly like this, this is more of an inspired fic.

I mention this briefly on the fic, but basically they made their research until they found a doctor who could help them. The doctor was also a sorcerer, of course average people didn’t knew this, but other sorcerers did.

the doctor’s cursed technique was similar to Mahito’s technique, in the way he could modify the bodies of his patients without having to necessarily use a scalpel. He temporarily modified Choso’s reproductive system, giving him a female reproductive system until he conceived and his baby was born.

For you to be able to impregnate Choso, the doctor made an incantation for you, so first he modified your reproductive system turning it into a male one, but it was temporary, like Choso’s procedure but with a slight difference. With an incantation given to you by the doctor, you were able to change your reproductive system from male to female and viceversa, you couldn’t do it too often as you had to wait a few hours because of how energy consuming this was, but aside from that, you could modify it as you pleased. Choso’s procedure wasn’t like this, because to have a baby he needed a stable reproductive system that could be fertile, that’s why he had to have a female one during his whole pregnancy until the baby is born.

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Choso remembers well how he felt that day, when all your efforts and the procedures you both had to get through finally paid off. He felt shock, excitement, fear, extreme happiness, truly an adrenaline mix of emotions, after all, it’s not every day you’re a man who gets told that he is pregnant.

He was beyond excited to start a little family with you, the love of his life. He was grateful to have you by his side, supporting and loving him so sincerely, it was a genuine kind of love. He was totally convinced that you two were soulmates, sometimes it made you giggle by the way he explained so passionately to you that hypothesis.

It’s been already ten weeks since you two received the good news, but it hasn’t been exactly easy for him. The doctor explained this beforehand, so you two would know the risks and complications that were involved in Choso’s unique condition. Since he had a male body with a now female reproductive system, his body had to adapt and prepare for it, and now that he was finally pregnant, some symptoms were significantly stronger for him than they would be in an average pregnancy.

On the good side, since he had his blood manipulation technique, he could control things like his blood pressure, which was a really great advantage for him. On the other side, things like mood swings, cravings (and food aversions), and morning sickness were just a pain in the ass.

Choso couldn’t help but feel guilty that you had to keep up with him, you were just so kind to him it made him want to cry. Right now, he was reading a knitting and crocheting magazine next to you on the sofa, he enjoyed creating yarn pieces for his loved ones, but it mainly helped him to feel more human in a way, it had significantly helped with his existencial crisis as a half-curse, so it was a great hobby for him.

Focused on reading, he had a small frown on his face, which you thought it was adorable because he didn’t even noticed when he did it. You gently brushed the wrinkles between his eyebrows with your thumb, getting Choso’s attention and making him smile awkwardly when he noticed he was frowning unconsciously.

“I was doing it again.” He chuckled, now gently holding your hand that was caressing his frown. “I found an interesting pattern that I can do with a thin yarn.” He showed you on the magazine. “I think it would be perfect for the baby, because I need a special yarn for them so it doesn’t hurt their skin.” He explained with his usual calmed demeanor, and the idea of him crocheting things for the baby made your heart melt.

You took a look at the magazine, giggling at the images of tiny gloves and baby hats. “Yeah, our baby will look so cute with the tiny crochet pieces you’ll do for them, and it will also keep them warm, it’s perfect.”

You looked at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was time for lunch. Ever since Choso’s cravings started, you’ve improved your cooking skills so much that now cooking him specific plates he craved was like a personal challenge for you.

You stood up from the couch and stretched your arms above your head, Choso’s eyes subtly looked at you and the way your t-shirt lifted up just enough to see a strip of skin of your lower abdomen, making him blush slightly and turn to look down, back at his magazine.

“I’ll cook lunch for us.” You announced and Choso looked at you again, with a special shine in his eyes. “Is there something specific that you want?”

Choso thought about it for a moment, he loved the way you cook and having lunch next to you was one of his favorite parts of the day “What about avocado pasta? it’s been a while since I’ve eaten avocado.” He suggested.

You didn’t have a single avocado in the house. But it wouldn’t stop you.

“Sounds really good, avocado pasta it is.” You smiled at him, turning around to walk towards the main entrance. “I’ll be right back, I’ll go get some avocados!”

He couldn’t say a word before you were already outside. Half an hour later, you came back home with a bag of three avocados and also some cream, but you noticed a certain smell in the air, you walked into the kitchen to see Choso stirring a pot, boiling the noodles, he once again looked at you with that awkward smile of his.

“But Choso, I was going to cook lunch for us.” You said, leaving the avocados in the kitchen counter to walk towards him.

“I know, I know! I just wanted to do something while you were at the store. I want to help you as much as I can while I’m still not useless, you know?” He answered with a slight pout, he appreciated that you wanted to do things for him, but sometimes he felt like a burden, so he wanted to keep helping you now that his baby bump wasn’t big or heavy.

You caressed his strong arm, resting your cheek against his skin, “You won’t be useless, Choso. You’re carrying our baby and it takes lots of effort.” You said reassuringly. “I just want you to be relaxed, alright?” You explained to Choso your desire for him to experience a peaceful and relaxed pregnancy as much as he could, knowing that his journey wouldn’t be as easy as a regular pregnancy.

He put aside the wooden spoon he was using to stir the noodles and sighed, his gaze fixed on the bubbling water. Your arms moved to wrap around his waist, and your hands found their way to caress the small bump.

“Thank you for boiling the noodles, though.” You murmured, your cheek resting against his back. “But please don’t worry about cooking or washing dishes, let me take care of it so you and the baby can crochet something or watch a movie on TV.” A smile appeared on your face when you felt him chuckle.

He turned around to cup your face with his big hands, leaning in to leave a kiss on your forehead, “Alright, I can’t argue with you.” He smiled softly, looking at you with those tired eyes. “I’ll go to the living room, but please tell me if you need me to help.”

You nodded, standing on your tippy toes to leave a kiss on his lips.

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Choso understood completely that you wanted to do things for him, to make his day a little bit easier, he would do the same thing in your place, or he might be even worse. But again, he felt guilty.

It was most likely a product of his condition and hormones, because he just felt really bad that you were doing so much for him every day, things he could perfectly do himself. With this weight on his heart, he looked at you from the sofa, the food was ready and you placed the two plates on the table.

“Avocado pasta for your majesty.” You said playfully, taking your seat at the table.

Choso chuckled at your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked his fork and look down at the vibrant plate, the noodles were saturated with this creamy avocado sauce that you prepared just for him, and without wasting any more time, he pinched a few short noddles and started to eat.

But as he chewed, he started to think about how weird it felt to eat hot mashed avocado, the taste of the ripe fruit almost reminding him of a trash-bag with rotten vegetables, that smell was stuck on his nose and the slimy texture didn’t help. He started to chew more slowly, lowering the fork and setting it down with a soft clink against the plate.

While you were eating, you noticed Choso’s change of demeanor, and an expression on his face that seemed like he was about to cry and throw up, it worried you. “Choso? Are you alright?” You asked carefully, with a hint of concern.

He looked at his almost untouched plate with a mix of guilt and frustration. He felt overwhelmed by his fluctuating emotions, and this sudden aversion to the flavor of avocado only added to his distress.

“I’m sorry, love. I just… I can’t handle the taste of avocado right now,” Choso replied, his voice filled with frustration. He quickly looked at you “It’s not your fault, I know you put effort into cooking for us. It’s just… this pregnancy is messing with my taste buds and it’s driving me crazy.”

He sighed, his eyes welling up with tears. “I hate feeling like this, like I’m being ungrateful for all the things you do for me,” he continued, his voice wavering. “But the hormones are making everything so intense and overwhelming. I just want to be normal again and enjoy the things I used to.”

You felt a wave of sadness wash over your heart, it was difficult to see him like this, knowing that his pregnancy state is amplifying even more his frustrating emotions, you wished you could take all his suffering away from him.

You moved his plate aside and got closer to him, protectively wrapping him into your arms, his cheek rested against your collarbone while he hid in the crook of your neck. “It’s alright, it’s alright…” You cooed really softly, caressing his hair and letting him cry as much as he needed.

Choso shook his head, “it’s not alright, you even had to go out to buy the avocados to cook what I asked you and now I can’t even eat it.” He looked up at you, his eyes big and filled with guilt, “I didn’t want to make you upset, I just really can’t stand the taste of it right now, b-but I can make up for it! I can do whatever you want, I can cook something for you, just ask and I’ll-“

Before he could start to hyperventilate further more, you cupped his face in your hands, making him look into your eyes with his own glossy ones. When you pressed your lips on his forehead so softly and tenderly, he could only pout because of how endearing it was, you were too good to him, he didn’t felt like he deserved it.

“Breathe, baby, just try to breathe deeply for a moment.” You instructed gently, helping Choso to feel more grounded.

Wiping some stray tears with your thumbs, you continued to talk to him. “I’m not upset, pretty thing, it’s just avocado and some noodles, I couldn’t possibly get mad at you for it.” You smiled at him, your soft giggles making him feel more at ease.

Even though that pet name made him blush slightly, he still had some lingering self-deprecating thoughts. He opened his mouth to keep talking, but you stopped him right away with a short kiss.

You continued, with the softest voice. “I know this has been a really difficult journey for you, baby. I know you wish you could be like before, but I want you to remember that it will all be worth it in the end.” You smiled softly and reassuringly at him, “Some months ago, we wouldn’t even think this could be possible, but now look at you! You’re ten weeks along and you’re doing it amazingly.”

He smiled softly, his crying starting to cease. He leaned his head back on your shoulder, finding comfort in your warmth. “I think I’ve never imagined myself being pregnant.” His voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. “Well, I never really pictured myself living a peaceful life… But now, I feel so glad that I get to experience it with you.”

Choso now sat straight, wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks and sniffling his nose a couple of times, “Thank you for keeping up with me, even when I’m difficult sometimes.” He reached out to cup your face with his hand, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You nuzzled into his touch, “Your body is going through big changes, it’s natural that you feel overwhelmed. But you’re not alone, we’re a team.” You kissed his palm, your lips lingering for a moment before you gently pulled away.

Choso's eyes reflected gratitude as he let out a small sigh. "I appreciate that more than I can express."

Now that he was more calmed, you remembered that he still had to eat something, he needed to eat good for him and the baby.

"How about we distract ourselves for a bit? I'll cook something different, and you can join me in the kitchen. It might be a good way to take your mind off things."

His eyes brightened with interest. "Cook together?"

"Yeah," you chuckled. "We'll make it a You and Me cooking special. What do you think?"

Notes: I’m not completely satisfied so I’ll write more one-shots for this mpreg Choso au !!

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated!! it motivates me a lot<3

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It is time!

Modern BBC Ghosts AU a la Cherry (i.e., with mpreg bullshit) - Part 6 (Final Part)

Part 6

“I beg your pardon?”

James had pondered an endless series of possibilities related to how he’d been feeling of late. After his minor heart issue, one would think he’d be more vigilant about his health. But denial could be addictive and it was only when Anthony had ordered him to visit a physician that he actually began to reflect. He wasn’t one for frantic symptom-googling, but he did wonder. His father had passed from stomach cancer; could it run in the family? What if he had some strange parasite from consuming the products of Mary and Annie’s gardening, a remnant of God knew what method of compost? Maybe it was just stress, as he’s been insisting to his husband it was, and he was just reaching a point in his life where he couldn’t operate as the well-oiled machine he so frequently saw himself as? Every option was equally anxiety-inducing.

He’d insisted to Havers that he could handle the appointment on his own. After all, it was one of the few days off the man had, and James didn’t want him to spend it in a doctor’s office. He had only agreed when James insisted he needed to carry out a few errands for his most immediate bridal clients, and that it would be easier to complete said tasks on his own. As he departed that morning, Havers held him at the door and pressed a kiss to his lips. When he pulled back, James��� gaze remained on the scar tissue about his left eye, the lightning bolt remains of shrapnel that nearly took him away. He did love those marks, those signals of his Major’s survival.

“Keep me informed. Call if you need me.”

Good Lord, did he need him now. James’ mind had chugged along all day, all the while he was confirming appropriate bouquet designs with his florist, visiting a barn venue to check on lighting repair progress, driving through traffic, sitting in a waiting room, completing endless forms, having his blood drawn, getting poked and prodded by someone who seemed barely old enough to attend university – let alone have graduated—

But now… now, his mind was at a screeching halt, the machine that ran his life hitting the brakes so hard that the wheels were off the track, flying over itself, hitting the ground hard enough to set the coal alight. Because what the devil did she mean—

“You’re pregnant. Congratulations!” She – her tag read Dr. Judy Egan, which seemed a name far older than she was – repeated the news with the same tone of delight, as if she’d given James a present she wanted him to open. “Now, we can see about getting a more concrete idea of how far along you are, if you can provide us with some more information.”

It felt as though he was hearing everything from underwater, and James had to resist the urge to go at his ears. He answered his questions as best he could, desperate to get his mind back on track. No, he did not have any children, nor had he been pregnant before. He’d been hospitalized the decade before for a minor heart attack, and was taking medication as a result. Yes, he did smoke – mainly pipe tobacco – and was inclined to the occasional glass of bourbon at the end of the day. No, there was nothing in his familial history to look for in this context. As for the other side of the family—

The other side. Because there was another side, another person to consider in all this. The gears of his brain began to spin faster and faster, kicking up dirt and rocks while still so off track. Havers. He had to tell Havers. This wasn’t just some intensive, enormous corkscrew in James’ life, but one that would impact—

He didn’t remember leaving the office. One moment, he was uncomfortably aware of the tissue paper beneath him crinkling and folding in a terribly distracting way. The next, he was sitting in his and Havers’ car, white-knuckling the steering wheel and refusing to look at the mess of papers dropped in the passenger seat. Scripts for vitamins, reminders of appointments, documents to be completed with his husbands, regardless of desired outcome.

He and Havers had never actually discussed children. It was never something that came up. Perhaps it was a result of their upbringings, the belief that men such as themselves were never to become fathers being what pushed them from considering such a possibility. Maybe it was their own experiences in the Service, the memories of what they’d learned and seen that kept them from wanting to raise something innocent in a world that allowed such atrocities. Or were those just James’ reasons? Yes, Havers never broached the subject with him, but what if that was just another example of the man’s kindness? In their early years, Anthony never forced him to come out, to outright admit to his feelings. Even when James had been ready to force himself to do so, Anthony had been kind enough to assure him it wasn’t necessary, to kiss away the panic trembling his lips, to so gently guide him through the ways he could physically show his love where words were difficult. And that had essentially been their way for years. Their love defined in paperwork, private intimacy, disguised efforts. Love was rarely stated outright, but always always implied.

“I will miss you, Havers.”

“Now, you know I’m more inclined to the likes of Cole Porter, but I did manage to find tickets to Carmen for July. I know you have been looking for a chance to see it performed live.”

“Do let me know when you’ve arrived. I worry when you aren’t here.”

“I still don’t understand how you could prefer Patrick’s methods to mine. If you must have your tea such a way, I will make it, but don’t hesitate to ask how to properly brew a pot when you’ve learned the error of your ways.”

“Anthony, I’m not sure what I would do without you.”

But what if that wasn’t enough? What if, after all these years, Havers had wanted things different, had only allowed things to be as they were, let things pass by undiscussed because that was the way James was? What if this… this thing was what drove the final nail into the proverbial coffin of their marriage—

The sound that drew him from his thoughts was somewhere between a crunch and a shatter. Scrambling to park, James got out and moved to the front of the car, sighing over what he found. One of Fanny’s massive flower pots was shattered beneath part of his bumper. He really had been too preoccupied; it was a miracle he’d made it back to Button House in one piece. Or was it considered two pieces?

He didn’t allow himself to dwell on it. Instead, he carefully collected what he could and hid the evidence behind the rose bushes. He could toss the evidence away when it was dark and he had proper gardening equipment. Once the task was complete, James’ eyes scanned the front of the house, confirming that no one had been a witness to his act. Eventually, his gaze remained on the familiar blue curtains, ones Havers had purchased when they moved in, feeling it appropriate to have something more easy to open and close above their kitchen sink. The fabric didn’t even twitch.

Button House was dead quiet when James entered. No arguments between Julian and Fanny in the library, no singing from Kitty’s flat, no sounds of Mary or Annie’s cooking progress in the kitchen. James stilled in the entrance, listening hard for any indication of other tenants. Nothing. He should have expected as much; it was the middle of the week and early afternoon. Then again, perhaps some part of him was seeking such a distraction. A reason to not go home and face this inevitability. His stomach sank all the more. When had he ever not wanted to return to his home?

Each door that led into each flat did much to hint towards who could be found behind it. Alison and Mike’s often featured some kind of seasonal décor, and items they (or Mia) had dropped usually dotted their path. Pat had hung a decorative “Gone Campin’” sign he’d procured from a charity shop, and the wall showed evidence of different hiking trips, if the dirt stains were anything to go by. The apartment shared by James and Anthony was spic and span, down to the freshly repainted wood grain and straightened entrance mat that read a simple “welcome” – no novelty décor, thank you very much. However, James hated how unwelcome he felt in that moment.

Their flat was just as it had been when he left hours ago, when nothing had been different. Evidence of their previous evening was gone. Havers had insisted they settle in for a quiet night, lounging on their sofa and watching The Pirates of Penzance (James should have known Anthony was worried by his willingness to watch that again). The throw blankets were folded away, the coffee table clear. The room smelled of freshly washed linen and in the kitchen, quiet music and water running could be heard.

Steps needed to be followed. If one thing could be kept steady, it was routine. James willed himself to follow it. Remove shoes, place on rack. Place wallet on side table, hang keys on key hook, hang jacket on coat rack. Take step, take step, don’t narrate each individual step in your mind—

Anthony didn’t immediately turn around when James entered. Not that the man minded. Perhaps it was the romantic in him, but James did like looking over his husband at all angles. The slender slope from his neck to his shoulders. The toned nature of his arms. The spot where his hair was just starting to thin – not that he would ever tell him, mind. Just that he liked to brush his thumb over it when they—

“You’d better hope Fanny doesn’t see what you’ve done to her geraniums.”

James instinctively stiffened when Havers turned, pausing to dry his hands on a tea towel. The water was off and the music continued to drift from his phone. That soft, easy smile Anthony was so often inclined to was already in place when he looked to James, but it quickly dropped away when he noted his appearance. “What did Dr. Boone say?”

Always so to the point. Yet another thing James loved about Havers. “He wasn’t in.” Perhaps that had been one triumph of the day. His usual physician had been out on holiday, so he didn’t have to be given this news by the man who was still inclined to calling Havers his “companion” whenever the subject arose. “I was met with Dr. Egan. Girl seemed barely older than your niece.” He stepped further into the kitchen, hands raised in an effort to force the tension from his body.

Anthony moved closer, accepting the invitation and resting his hands on James’ upper arms. “I hope you were patient with her.”

“I’m always patient.”

No comment was made, but both of them knew what it would have been if it was. After a brief squeeze, Havers moved toward the oven and turned a dial. “I assume you haven’t eaten. I’ve kept a plate warm for you.”

“Anthony—”

“I know your stomach’s been upset, but you need to try. Tell me everything the doctor said, but I doubt fasting was brought up.” Slipping on some oven mitts, he carefully removed a tray housing two plates from the oven and rested them on the stove. “It’s nothing heavy, just chicken, rice, and carrots. I didn’t even spice anything.”

James opened his mouth, prepared to insist that it wasn’t necessary, that perhaps they wait to talk about his visit until he wasn’t sure when, only for the scent of the chicken to cross the kitchen and very well sock him in the stomach. Gagging, he walked hurriedly down the hall to their bedroom and managed to fall in front of their toilet before he heaved. The strain on his stomach was only matched by the shock of pain in his knee where he hit the tile, though the shame of getting sick so abruptly was a close second. Good Lord, wasn’t the point of having a child to be to ensure it got enough nutrients while it was inside the body!?

Havers’ hand came to rest between his shoulders, James didn’t have it in him to resist his touch, to tell him to leave as he had in the past. He hated being in such a state, let alone being seen in it. Only when he felt his stomach had been truly emptied did he pull away, sitting back against the bath to catch his breath. Silently, Anthony flushed the toilet, still poised across from him. He didn’t speak, but his eyes… James knew he wasn’t simply pleaded, wishing to know the truth. He was worried, scared. He feared what was happening and James was the reason he was frightened. He’d done this to him before and now he was repeating that affair.

“Dr. Egan seems convinced that…” James swallowed, pressing his fingers to his temple as he struggled to explain, “That it’s not a disease. Or virus.”

“So she knows what it isn’t,” Havers offered cautiously, “Does she know what it is?”

“A… a baby, apparently.”

The bathroom was silent, save for the distant creaking of pipes that was commonly heard in the space. James slowly let his hand drop to his mouth, resting over his mustache and lips, afraid he would once more be sick just from saying the words. He felt something touch his knee and looked up. Anthony had moved closer, one hand holding his knee – mindfully his uninjured one – the other reaching to him.

“Oh, James…”

The pair embraced one another. James tucked his face to Havers’ neck and inhaled deeply; he was shocked that his aftershave didn’t turn his stomach, when so little was needed to set him off. Perhaps It knew something he didn’t… When they pulled apart, both were thankful not to see any wetness in each other’s eyes.

“How do you feel?”

“Still a bit nauseous, if—”

A hint of a chuckle escaped Anthony and he shook his head. “Not physically. How do you feel about being pregnant?”

There was that beloved pragmatism again. James sighed, sliding from his hold but still making a point to ensure their hands were intertwined.

“I don’t know.” He wanted an answer, wanted more than anything to have a solid inclination of what he did or didn’t want. But so much of his view of this was tied to Anthony. Before, it had been the military. If he’d been given this news when he was enlisted, he knew exactly what he’d have felt. But now, he couldn’t see himself moving toward any outcome if he was to do so alone.

“Alright. I don’t imagine you must make a choice right away,” He assured, eyes falling to James’ torso – was there something there to see already? “We can consider how things would—”

“How do you feel?”

He knew Anthony disliked being interrupted, but James couldn’t help himself. He had to know. Such decisions typically fell to the pregnant individual’s shoulders, he was aware, but he wasn’t inclined to have the final say without his husband’s input. “I want to know what you think.”

“Well, it’s—”

“I know it would be my choice, one way or the other. But I don’t believe we’ve so much as changed the oil in the car without a discussion.” James swallowed, trying not to grimace at the acid in his throat, “And you know I tend to value your opinion above anyone’s, perhaps even my own.”

“James—”

“And I won’t have you trying to tell me it’s all up to me. Because I’m not a father and have never seen myself as one, but I am certain I could be if you were too. But this is not something I would ever seek on my own and if you were against it—”

Lips silenced him. James instinctively closed his mouth, not wishing for Havers to smell the bile. When he pulled away, Anthony lifted a hand to James’ face, brushing his thumb along his cheek.

“I believe you would be a wonderful father.”

He was not even allowed an opportunity to argue.

“You’re passionate. Protective. You care so deeply and never want people to be unhappy. Yes, you’re stern and authoritative, often in times you shouldn’t be, but you’ve come far in your patience. I see how you are with Mia and no matter how you spin it, you’re essentially a father to Kitty. I don’t want any of your concerns about this to be tied to your abilities. Because you are more than qualified, darling.”

James pursed his lips, efforts to maintain a “stiff upper lip” beginning to crack. “I’m sure you’re aware that you are too.” Because if anyone was, it was Havers. Attentive, loving, kind. He did so much to reel James in, keep him from alienating others with his intensity while also never making him feel ashamed. He was so accommodating, cool in the face of uncertainty where James would so often fluster about. He was the kind of person who smiled at the children who stared at his scars, who happily baby-talked to Mia, who listened to endless stories from Alison or Mike about their child’s ability to stand-but-not-really. Was it so wrong to believe that the main reason James had the ability to be a father was because Havers was who he was?

“I am.” Anthony’s smile widened a touch. He wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t know what he was capable of.

“So we’re not concerned with qualifications.”

“No.”

James stared at his knee, where their hands were still interlocked. He could feel Havers’ gold band, pressed against his finger. They’d both been inclined to wear their rings on their left hands, ever sticklers for whatever they deemed traditional. He remembered proposing to the man, how scared he’d been even after more than a decade. They were both out of the service, both preparing to enter the civilian life they’d been apart from for years. Anthony had secured employment out in the country, doing the books for a history of war museum and archive. James… had no plan. He’d been taking orders for so long that facing a future in which he was not constantly at attention seemed inconceivable. But moving into a world he was unfamiliar with didn’t frighten James so much as the possibility of doing so without Anthony by his side. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe what they’d had was just some torrid fling, but some part of him knew steps needed to be taken, commitments made. So James showed up unannounced one evening at Havers’ door, ring box in hand, and with the same words on his lips that he found himself thinking on their bathroom floor:

“I want this life with you.”

Havers’ smile grew wider still, the act contagious as James allowed his own, hesitant grin. Laughter bubbled up between them, the sound seeming to echo in the enclosed room, and before either could consider the schematics, they were holding one another close as they kissed. Relief, joy, panic, excitement, worry, love – so, so, so much love, all of it threatened to flood their flat before they pulled apart and Anthony took James’ hands properly to help him up.

“You need to see about brushing your teeth. I’ll make you something else, but you’re definitely going to eat something. And you’re going to tell me how the appointment went.” Once they were both upright and Havers had squeezed James’ hands once more, he stepped out to let his husband ready himself.

Smiling after him, James absently let his hands drop, one to his side and the other just over his middle. A plan of action. He could certainly handle that.

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There's Hope

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, this is a heavy chapter but it ends up okay I promise, past abuse, past trauma, past miscarriage, baby fear, panic, Kells in denial, overwhelmed boys, Dom being a rock, hurt/comfort, fussing, teasing, pregnancy symptoms, internal ultrasound, nerd references, love confessions, Dom being a hopeful puppy, family cuddles, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker ����

Dominic had been living with his mate for over two months and he was surprised how well they were doing. Of course they had little fights sometimes. He wasn't sure how many times he'd had a toothpaste cap thrown at his face in the morning because he left it off the night before, but overall they were doing amazing in his admittedly small book of healthy relationships. Colson woke up before him and went for a walk around the block if he wasn't too sick and by the time he was home the Alpha would be awake helping Tom finish up breakfast. They'd share a meal if the scent didn't bother the omega before he shared a shower with his lover that normally at least ended up in messy make out sessions and wandering hands. Finally they'd get dressed and go to work which still rankled the boy more than he liked. He wasn't a nine to five kind of sociopath, not that their job was anything normal. His badass boss bitch ran a tight ship on his mob and an even tighter one on their cover business.

It was still a little frustrating for the Alpha to be confined underground all day and he didn't really have much to do. He did get paid to stand around and stare at his mate but he was at most a bodyguard that didn't even carry a gun. The omega had tried to find him a title that fit but nothing really worked for a nineteen year old who's only skill was murder. He'd even tried to be a regular walk around guard but he'd started getting nervous so far away from his partner. Eventually they settled on him just being one of the boys but none of them really accepted him besides Mod. They weren't rude, they just seemed apprehensive and confused and Colson wasn't planning to fess up to anyone else anytime soon.

He had only taken one job since he moved in and only because it was close. Tom still kept an eye on his orders and one had bothered him enough to take. It was some asshole who thought the dancers in the club he frequented were free reign to hurt. Dom had enjoyed teaching him a lesson and liked the sex he had with his lover that night even more. He'd found out not long after it had been Col’s club and girls. The beautiful man he claimed as his own had hired him instead of asking him out right. He'd have done it for free with pleasure.

Every night they shared dinner with Collette, Tom, and Mod. It was strange for the Alpha to feel like he had a family but there was just one thing truly driving him mad. His incredible mate was still denying their child existed and he still refused to see a doctor for them. They were past the first trimester and the man was still sick most days. It scared Dom more than he could explain that the other wouldn't listen and he wasn't used to the emotion. Not anymore. He'd tried to convince him in small ways and a few times resorted to begging. He'd been down on his knees at one point but that just turned… interesting. The omega had said if he wanted to open his mouth while kneeling he could think of something to put it to better use. He truly had, but it still didn't solve the boy's dilemma.

He thought once Kells started to show it would finally make him accept it but he failed to realize he was mated to the most absolutely stubborn man. There was already the smallest swell to his stomach and while Dom was obsessed the older man was decidedly not. He still remembered how cautiously excited he'd been the first time Colson had complained about his pants being tight.

“Fuck! I think my dry cleaners screwed something up. My pants feel- ugh!” And he'd make a grumpy face.

“Oh yeah? Sure you ain't getting a little… bump?” The fear of possibly insulting his partner made his pulse pick up.

“Fuck you! I don't have any bump. Shut up. If anything it's because I haven't worked out right in months.”

“And whys tha’? The same reason you got tha’ bump?”

“No- I just… I'm always too tired in the morning cause you wear my ass out with your constant fucking needs!”

“You got ‘em too. And whys tha'?”

“Don't worry, I don't think I'll be having any needs for the foreseeable future asshole.” The omega had stormed off but he didn't keep to his word. The sex that night was bloody mind-blowing.

No matter what he did to plead with his mate nothing ever seemed to get through to him. It was emotionally exhausting but he didn't want to push too hard and break the bond they'd so carefully crafted. The only time he was even able to pay much attention to his whelp was at night as they drifted to sleep. That's when he stole time to spend with them. He'd whisper quietly when he thought Col was asleep and he'd lavish the omega's belly with kisses and gentle caresses. He hadn't been caught that he knew of, he was pretty sure he wouldn't live to see the next day.

All of the Alpha's worries came to a near breaking point one night as they lay in bed mostly asleep. Colson was under before Dom as he usually was. The baby seemed to keep him completely fatigued at all times except for the moments when Kells was almost heat wild for him. The boy was under the covers, curled over his lover's side, his head resting on the man's hip so he could whisper softly to the babe. He wasn't sure how long he'd been hidden there but he was starting to feel his eyes heavy enough to close when suddenly the body under him jolted, and then went stiff. He froze, his predator eyes wide and his heart in his throat. He worried that his omega had woken up and caught him and he was about to get destroyed- knot first most likely.

“Dom?” Colson's voice was so soft he wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't listening so intently but his partner wasn't angry… he sounded terrified. “Something's wrong.”

The Alpha moved fast, sitting up so the covers flew off behind him but his mate was already shivering and reaching for his hand. “Wha' ya mean? What's wrong luv?” He asked as calmly as he could as the other man sat up and squeezed his palm. For the first time in months he watched Kells touch over his stomach and the pit inside Dom turned to a black hole.

Fear filled blue eyes met jade and Col fought the tears he felt welling. This was why he couldn't admit something was growing inside him. He knew he'd ruined himself or was broken from the beginning. He couldn't ever get attached because he knew his heart would be broken and in turn it would break his boy's heart as well. “I don't know. Something is wrong. I felt it. I'm sorry. Am I bleeding?”

The Alpha took a deep breath but he couldn't scent anything besides scared mate and left over sex from a few hours before. He shook his head and started to try and pull free but his lover kept a tight grip on him. “It'll be alright. I'll get yas to ‘ospital. I'll take care of yas. I've got ya baby, no matter wha'.”

Colson shook his head as his fear tripled, he couldn't go to emergency like this. “No! Fuck um- my phone. It's under The Doctor. Text her and… don't leave? Am I bleeding?” He begged again and again Dominic shook his head no.

The Alpha leaned over to find his omega's phone and he did what he could by reaching out. The Doctor, as she was listed, confirmed almost automatically she'd join them as soon as she could. “You ain't bleeding. Swear. Jus' look at me. Cols, baby? We okay. Jus' breave.”

“I'm sorry. Shit, I'm sorry. I told you! I fucking told you but you wouldn't listen! I can't do this!”

“Hey! Listen to me, no matter wha’ ‘appens we are gonna be okay. I'm ‘ere for you. I love you. Tell me about the Doctor yeah? Didn't know ya knew a time traveler.” He tried to distract Col’s spiraling mind and was surprised when he got a small smile. His lover was trembling and rocking with his legs pulled up against his chest but at least he seemed to listen. Dom would do what he needed to be his mate's rock but he couldn't bring himself to use any control. He just had to keep steady and help prove they were all fine.

“She's been seeing me since I got here. Helped me through-” Kells felt his throat close up and he looked away for a moment but he forced himself to keep talking. “She gives me blockers. Gave. Works with our omegas in secret. We can trust her. Is there blood?”

Dom shook his head again but just to reassure the terrified man he swiped his fingers over the mattress underneath him. When Col saw his killer's clean hand he took a breath but he couldn't help worrying. Hating himself. This wasn't something he wanted to be right about. The Alpha kept him talking as much as he could but thankfully they didn't have to wait long before they both heard the elevator ding. The Doctor was in and she entered their room brandishing a large bag and box of some sort in one hand, and bright blue gloves in the other. The boy couldn't help wondering if that was on purpose but he liked her automatically. “What's up bitches?”

“Fuck! Took you long enough.” The omega growled but he didn't relax, if anything he held himself even tighter.

“Love the warm welcome at three in the morning. I just left my sexy as fuck wife in bed alone to come serve your ass, princess. Now let's try that again.” She set her tools on the floor next to the bed and slipped her gloves on with measured ease. She looked so young but Dom knew she had to be at least in her late thirties or early forties.

Colson tried to breathe down his fear, he was comforted by her presence but her being around meant he had to face the problem at hand and visits with her always meant being what he'd hated to be for so long. She was an amazing doctor and when they met she was fresh from medical school, the first omega to force her way in and graduate top of her class that he knew of in California. No one had hired her though so of course Travis had. She was great with the people they saved and he made sure she made bank for her troubles. He felt safe with her, but still terrified overall. “This is Dom.” He offered instead of explaining the situation as she took a seat in front of him.

Dom nodded at her and she held up her hand in what he was pretty sure was the symbol from Star Trek. How bizarre. Even her shirt was fandom under his maroon doctor’s coat but he wasn't sure what. “I'm Col's mate. Nice to meet yas.”

“Oh! Kells, I'm so happy for you! And what a looker. Good get.” She teased, nodding her head in approval, her fiery red hair almost bouncing in its messy top bun. “Can someone explain what's happening? Why am I here bro?”

When his lover didn't speak Dom took the lead, squeezing Colson's hand gently. “He's about fifteen weeks along I fink. He woke up saying he felt summat but ain't said wha’.”

“So that's why I have a backlog of blockers for you. I was wondering why I hadn't seen you and now I'm a little pissed that I haven't. You know better. Tell me what you felt.” She was the perfect mix of soft and firm with Kells, very no nonsense but understanding. It eased part of the fear in the Alpha's chest but he wouldn't feel better until he knew everyone was safe.

“I… I couldn't. I can't. Blood?” The last was directed at Dom again and the boy's heart hurt. He shook his head and crawled to sit next to him but he wouldn't coddle unless allowed. “I wasn't asleep. I'm never asleep. I pass out when you do.” He admitted and shocked his mate. Dominic was surprised and thankful for all he let him do. “I don't know what it was. I just felt… weird. Like… like I chugged a sprite or something. Bubbles and shit. I don't know what it is but it couldn't be good right?” He still wasn't admitting there was anything inside him but… he had to explain. Even he was amazed at his own mental gymnastics but denial was something he was a pro at.

“Bubbles? Like a fizzy little woosh? Kinda like the TARDIS noise but a feeling?” She asked and Dom bit his lip not to react. Colson blinked blankly at her but she rolled her eyes. “Don't even. After knowing me so long you know what I'm talking about. Besides, your pretty boy mate is British. It's like part of their religion or schooling or something. Right?”

“Sure.” Dom agreed but the only reason he didn't laugh was his fear. It was starting to ease because she didn't seem too concerned after hearing the man's explanation. “Is our baby okay?” He couldn't help but ask. Was that the first time he'd called it that aloud?

“Let's see!” The Doctor squeaked, leaning down to open her the box she brought with her. The damn thing was blue too. When she sat back up she was holding something long and incredibly phallic that made Colson groan. “Shut up. Yes we have to use the wand. Now sit back like a good boy and think about Kansas.”

“Kansas?”

“I just watched Wizard of Oz.” She shrugged.

After a few moments of the two omegas glaring at each other Colson gave in and sat back. Dom handed him a pillow to rest in his lap after he wigged free of his boxer briefs. It was an inner battle for him to be able to open his legs but she waited patiently until he did. It was when she ripped open a condom and slipped it on the tool that Dom almost choked. He was trying so hard to hold it together.

The Alpha kept eye contact with his lover and tried to ignore the machine The Doctor used. He wanted more than anything to see his child but until they were out his mate came first. He had to prove that. “Blood?” The man whimpered and Dom smiled softly and shook his head. He wouldn't get annoyed and he would answer as many times as he needed.

“If this wand makes you bleed I might have to think less of your boyfriend here.” She teased them both as she stared down at a screen.

Colson was surprised at himself when he choked on a laugh but it was more at his lover's shocked face. The action made his stomach clench and his core along with it. The feeling of the device inside him made him wince but with Dom’s attention on him it wasn't so bad. Not like the last time.

“Anything else you're worried about?” She asked to keep them talking. She knew worry was bad for all three of them and didn't want to make it worse. "You know you could have cleaned up first. The only Alpha jizz I like is my wife's." She huffed teasingly and they both flushed.

“He still pretty sick.” Dom offered, trying to ignore the burn in his cheeks. He didn't feel shame the way others did but he knew what was proper.

“I'm not surprised. He hasn't had these hormones in over a decade, in fact he's been flooding his system with the opposite. It's possible the sickness will last until you adjust but I can get you something for it.”

“Nah. I don't want to risk anything.” Colson sighed before realizing and trying to fix it. “Not that there's anything to risk.” The eye roll he got for that one was intense.

“Alright yeah, nuffin to worry about. You such an unbelievable-” Whatever name the boy was about to call him was cut off by a whimper from his mate. The Doctor pulled the wand free and started packing everything up.

“So… what's up?” Kells tried to prompt and she arched a brow at him.

“I thought there wasn't anything?” She teased but there was a noise like a small printer was going off.

“Please?” Dom asked and she took pity on his puppy dog eyes. For a sociopath he was surprisingly good at pouting.

“You felt your baby dumbass. That fizzy feeling? You felt them. It's a little early but that's a totally normal thing. They're actually really healthy from what I can see. Here.” She explained, holding out a small printed off picture in black and white.

Colson's hand shook as he took the offered gift and he stared at it trying not to cry. “So I'm not… I didn't… right?” He couldn't ask if he was broken but she'd known him long enough.

“They're okay. And you're doing great but come by soon so I can take blood for labs alright? Daddy, you'll drag him in if he says no.” She ordered and it hit the Alpha like a ton of bricks. Dom couldn't stop staring at the small image of a white blob. He could only make out a little but it didn't matter. He knew what it was. He nodded at her but couldn't speak, the title struck him mute. He just tried to savor the moment while he was allowed. “Alright boys, I'm out. But first-” She paused and stripped off her gloves before doing something on her phone. When the omega's own beeped he picked it up and opened what she sent.

It was a sound file and when he pressed play he felt confused at first. It was just a fast beat but after a moment it hit him. It was a heartbeat. It was his baby's heartbeat. Fuck. He heard his lover sniffle as The Doctor packed up and slipped out the door with a final- “Peace bitches.” And the two were left alone. Well… three.

“I told you we okay.” The Alpha soothed and Colson nodded. He forwarded the clip to his partner before locking his phone. So much of him wanted to give in and let himself believe but there was still a pit of fear he couldn't erase telling him he did too much damage to be a safe home for a child.

“I love you too.” He whispered and he let it be to both of them as his thumb rubbed over the small form of his babe. He felt Dom’s stare and he smiled softly but he still couldn't look away. “When I was panicking. You said you loved me. It was mixed in with a whole bunch of comforting shit but I figured that was the important part. I knew you'd be the bitch and say it first.” When Dom laughed wetly and kissed his cheek he made a playful face. “I hope she didn't get any fucking goo on my sheets.”

“Don't bloody say it.”

Colson huffed. He knew he had a valid point though and he wasn't sure how to get untrasound goo out of Egyptian cotton. After a few more moments of a longing stare he passed the picture to his boy. “I have to piss. Keep this.” He was trying not to shut down again completely but it was hard, he could feel himself getting attached.

Dom took the picture happily and knew he was being watched as he pressed a kiss to it and tucked it away in his bedside table. It would be safe there and close for them both. He couldn't fight a smile as he texted Tom everything was okay, he knew his brother would worry but he'd explain while they cooked the next morning. No matter what his lover tried to say he'd been scared to lose their child. Even if it was a small amount of time he'd shown he was already attached. He could wait for more now that he had that knowledge. But he'd seen how it nearly broke his omega and he wouldn't push.

When Kells crawled back into bed he was cleaned up and nude. Dom of course followed suit and curled around him tight. When he snuck under the covers next he knew his mate was still awake and Colson pet through his wild hair as he spoke in hushed tones to their baby. He didn't have to admit their reality to love it's existence. Dom doted on them enough for them both. He just hoped his psycho would put up with him long enough to find strength in the face of what had scared him most for so long.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

I know this was a bit heavy but hopefully there was enough fluff to make it better. Denial is strong in this omega but I think Dom can help. Someone is going to start making themselves known. I hope you all enjoyed! 💣🖤

[songbirdsanctuary]

Healing(A HC vent fic) part 3

This is a vent fic about something that happened to me a long while ago and my process of healing, I'm projecting this into some of my favorite Hermits.

Part 1: 🦜 Last part(2): 🐑

It's been a while since I've posted another part to it. I posted part 2 on Apr 21st.

Warnings: Mpreg, slight panic attack

Word count: 2,211

Mumbo walked over to the Boatem hole, his broken moth wing twitching slightly in the wind. Impulse, Scar, Pearl, and Grian greeted him warmly, their usual banter flowing, but Mumbo barely heard them. His mind was elsewhere—still tangled in a mess of shame, confusion, and exhaustion.

"You've been gone for weeks," Impulse said, nudging him lightly. The light touch made Mumbo stiffen. "We were starting to wonder if you'd flown off for good."

Mumbo forced a smile. "I’ve Just been... busy," he replied, the lie slipping out with practiced ease. He'd repeated it so often, it almost felt like the truth. But as soon as the words left his lips, Pearl's eyes narrowed, fixating on his broken wing.

"What happened to your wing?" she asked, her voice soft but insistent. She would be the first to notice, she was the only other moth hybrid on the server.

Mumbo’s heart skipped a beat, his stomach twisting into knots. "Oh, just snagged it on a tree," he lied again, trying to make his tone sound casual.

Pearl didn’t look convinced, her gaze lingering a little too long, but she simply nodded. "You should really see Docm or Stress about that," she advised, concern lacing her words.

"I will," Mumbo promised, though the last thing he wanted was another person probing his already shattered sense of self. He’d done everything he could to avoid dealing with it—the wing, the pain, the memories—but it was catching up with him. Fast.

‘‘

Two months passed, and Mumbo had kept his distance from everyone. He still hadn't sought any help for his wing, but a new problem had come up. He'd been feeling ill for days now—nausea that wouldn’t fade, exhaustion that clung to him like a heavy cloak. There were moments of dizziness, strange food cravings, he’d eaten a pickle with dry cereal and honey that morning, and he’d even been more emotional lately, though he couldn’t bear to admit it to anyone.

With a heavy sigh, he finally messaged Docm for a quick check-up.

<MumboJumbo> Hey Doc, could I stop by for a check up? If you have time

<Docm77> Sure come by in about 2 hours.

A couple of hours later, he arrived at Docm's base, his nerves frayed. Docm was methodical as always, no-nonsense but reassuring.

"So, what do you need me to check?" Docm asked, turning his attention to Mumbo.

Mumbo hesitated for a moment before speaking. He wasn’t ready for this. "Two things," he said quietly. "First... my wing. I think it’s broken."

Docm nodded and began inspecting the damaged wing, his brow furrowing as he examined it. After a few tense minutes, he looked up and gave Mumbo the news he’d been dreading.

"It’s permanently broken. I’m sorry." Docm said softly.

Mumbo felt a lump rise in his throat. He blinked rapidly, forcing the tears back. He wouldn’t cry—not here, not in front of Docm. Not where he was vulnerable. He swallowed hard and nodded, keeping his expression as neutral as possible.

"And the second thing?" Docm prompted, sensing the shift in Mumbo’s mood.

"I’ve been feeling... off," Mumbo began slowly, describing the symptoms—nausea, fatigue, food aversions. As he spoke, Docm’s expression grew more serious, and he started running a few tests. Mumbo’s anxiety spiked, his heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears.

After what felt like an eternity, Docm returned with the results, a surprised look on his face. "Mumbo... you’re pregnant."

The words hit Mumbo like a physical blow, and for a moment, the world tilted on its axis. His blood ran cold, and his body trembled with shock. "No," he whispered, his breath catching in his throat. "No, I can’t be..."

Panic welled up inside him, and before he could stop it, tears started to fall. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to carry the child of whoever had done this to him. It was too much—too painful, too cruel. He’d been doing everything he could to forget, to bury it, but this... this was something he couldn’t ignore.

Docm’s face softened as he realized what was happening. He reached out, trying to comfort Mumbo. "We can terminate it," he said gently. "But... we’d need to inform the other parent."

Mumbo’s breath hitched. "I-I don’t know… who the other parent is," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

Docm’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean, you don’t know?"

Mumbo squeezed his eyes shut, the words stuck in his throat. Finally, in a broken voice, he confessed, "I-I was ra-aped."

The room fell into a heavy silence. Docm’s shock was palpable, his usual calm demeanor faltering. "Mumbo... Oh, void… I’m so sorry."

Docm gently placed a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder, his voice filled with quiet understanding. "You don’t have to go through this alone. We’ll figure it out together."

But Mumbo could barely hear him over the storm of emotions raging inside. The fear, the shame, the anger—it all came crashing down at once, and for the first time in months, Mumbo let himself cry.

Docm sat across from Mumbo, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and confusion. The weight of what Mumbo had just revealed hung in the air between them, thick and heavy. He leaned forward slightly, speaking softly. “Have you told anyone else about this? About what happened?”

Docm looked like he wanted to hug Mumbo, but he wasn’t one for physical contact, and Docm seemed unsure if touching Mumbo would make him feel better or worse.

Mumbo swallowed hard, his fingers twisting together in his lap. “Only Scar and Grian,” he admitted, his voice shaky but steady enough. “They… they were there for me when it happened. But no one else knows… Please don’t tell anyone..”

Docm nodded slowly, processing the information. ”I won’t..” His face remained calm, but Mumbo could tell he was trying to be careful with his words. “And now that you know you’re pregnant… do you know what you want to do? Do you want to go through with it, or…”

Mumbo’s stomach twisted painfully at the question. He hated what had been done to him—hated the idea of carrying the child of someone he didn’t even know, someone who had violated him in the worst possible way. The thought of it had kept him up for nights on end, his mind swirling with horror and disgust. And yet, the idea of getting rid of it—the life inside him, however it had come to be—made him feel even worse. It turned his stomach in a way he couldn’t explain.

He shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “No… I want to keep it.”

Docm’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but he didn’t argue or push. He simply nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Alright. If that’s what you want, we’ll make sure you and the baby are safe.” He paused for a moment, as if weighing his next words. “But Mumbo… you know we’ll have to tell the others eventually. The server’s going to find out that you’re pregnant.”

Mumbo’s heart raced at the thought. His community—his friends—would know. They’d see him differently, maybe pity him, maybe be disgusted by the circumstances. He could already imagine the looks of confusion and judgment. But what scared him most was the idea that they might hate the child. That they might see the baby as something dark and unwanted.

“I know,” Mumbo said softly, his voice wavering. “But I’m not ready to tell them the whole truth yet. I don’t want them to know… not until after the baby’s born.”

Docm tilted his head, concern etching his features. “Are you sure? It’s going to be hard to keep something like this from them, especially as the pregnancy progresses.”

Mumbo looked down, his hands resting protectively over his stomach. “I don’t want them to hate the child before they’re even born,” he whispered. “The baby isn’t responsible for what happened to me. They didn’t choose this.”

Docm’s expression softened, and he leaned back, giving Mumbo space. “I understand. We’ll take it one step at a time, okay? And when you’re ready to tell the server, we’ll do it together.”

Mumbo nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and relief. There was still so much ahead, so many uncertainties, but for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel completely alone. Docm knew, and soon, the others would too. But for now, he would focus on what mattered most—protecting the life growing inside him.

..

Mumbo stood at spawn, his heart racing as he looked around. Xisuma sat calmly on a bench nearby, while Docm paced around, his hands occasionally flicking toward his datapad. Every now and then, Docm glanced at Mumbo, concern flickering in his eyes.

"You really should sit down, Mumbo," Docm advised for what felt like the hundredth time.

But Mumbo shook his head, his stomach too twisted with stress to even consider resting. "I can’t," he muttered, his hands trembling slightly.

The past two weeks had been a whirlwind. Since finding out he was pregnant, Mumbo had spent nearly every waking moment trying to process what was happening. But no matter how hard he tried, it still didn’t feel real. His mind was a mess, his emotions a constant swirl of confusion, fear, and… something he couldn’t quite identify.

He wasn’t ready to come to terms with it, but he also knew he couldn’t put this off any longer. The server deserved to know. They would notice soon enough anyway. And even though the thought of telling everyone terrified him, he had to do it.

Docm finally stopped pacing and stood beside him, giving a reassuring nod. "They’ll be here soon. You’ll be alright."

Mumbo didn’t respond. He just kept watching the empty spawn area, waiting for the others to arrive. Soon enough, they began to trickle in. First Scar, then Grian, Pearl, Impulse, and eventually the rest of the server members. They gathered, chatting and laughing, oblivious to the weight pressing down on Mumbo’s chest.

Docm made his way toward the group, and Xisuma rose from the bench, moving to stand next to Mumbo. The masked leader of the server gave Mumbo an encouraging nod before addressing the crowd.

"Thank you all for coming," Xisuma began, his voice calm but commanding as always. "Mumbo asked for this meeting, and he has something he wants to share with everyone."

Mumbo felt his heart hammering in his chest. He had rehearsed this in his mind a dozen times, but now that he was standing in front of everyone, the words felt stuck in his throat. For a moment, he considered turning back—just running away and hiding. But then he saw Scar and Grian in the crowd, both of them looking at him with quiet support, though their faces held a flicker of worry.

Taking a deep breath, Mumbo forced himself to speak. "I… I’m pregnant."

There was a stunned silence that fell over the group. Eyes widened in surprise, a few people exchanged glances, and there were even a few gasps. Mumbo could feel the tension building in his chest, his mind racing with worries that they’d think he was strange, that they’d judge him, or worse, that they’d pity him.

But instead, the reactions surprised him. Slowly, a few smiles began to appear. Some were shocked, but others—like Impulse and Pearl—looked genuinely excited.

"Wow, Mumbo! That’s… amazing!" Impulse blurted out, a grin spreading across his face. "Congratulations, mate!"

"Yeah! This is so exciting!" Pearl added, her eyes lighting up.

Would they still be this excited if he told them.

Mumbo managed a weak smile, though the anxiety still gnawed at him. He hadn’t expected that kind of reaction, but it didn’t soothe his nerves entirely. And then, the inevitable question came.

Xisuma, who seemed suprised as well, still standing by his side, glanced at him before turning to the group. "Mumbo," he asked gently, "who’s the other parent?"

A ripple of unease passed through Mumbo, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Scar and Grian tense slightly. Their worried expressions were subtle, but Mumbo knew they were just as nervous as he was.

"I’m not going to say… not yet," Mumbo replied, his voice shaky but resolute. "It’s not the right time."

There was a brief moment of tension in the air, but to Mumbo’s relief, no one questioned him further. No protests, no demands for answers. Everyone seemed to respect his decision, at least for now.

"That’s fine, Mumbo," Xisuma said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "Whenever you’re ready."

Mumbo felt a small wave of relief wash over him, though his heart was still racing. He had done it. He had told them. And they hadn’t reacted the way he’d feared. But there was still so much ahead—so much uncertainty about what was going to happen next. He wasn’t sure how he was going to handle it all, but for now, at least, the worst part was over.

As the crowd began to disperse, with many congratulating him or offering support, Mumbo allowed himself a small moment of peace. For the first time in weeks, he felt a flicker of hope that maybe—just maybe—things would be okay.

[itshoneywhatever]

Change of plans 👀

This is my second lestappen fic, it includes secret relationship, a pregnancy and in the future a few announcements 👀

Here’s a sneak peek:

Change of Plans — Lestappen — ABO with Mpreg

After days of feeling incredibly nauseous, Charles finally wakes up just in time to throw up everything he had been able to tolerate the day before.

He can no longer deny what these symptoms are telling him.

Once he is done emptying his stomach on the toilet bowl, he moves back to his bed to lay down and rest for a bit. He has enough sense to text Andrea a simple ‘I need your help’ and what he needs him to do. They are in Abu Dhabi for the last race of the 2023 Formula 1 season, and he has been ignoring for days, weeks even, a few symptoms that by themselves don’t really amount to anything out of the ordinary but when added up together… well. And he can’t ignore the sickness. Not when it’s the most well known symptom.

He’s dozing off back to sleep when his hotel room’s door is open and a frantic looking Andrea comes in, holding a plastic bag.

“Care to tell me why you had me buy a pregnancy test at 9 in the morning in a foreign country?”

“Did you get it?” He asks, getting out of bed quickly to try and grab the bag from the other omega but he holds it back, out of Charles’ reach.

“Tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell!”

Andrea gives him an extremely pointed look, as if to say I have pregnancy tests in my possession and I bought them because you asked me to, so clearly there’s something to tell.

Charles sighs. “Andrea, please.”

Andrea stares at him for a few more seconds, until he decides to give the younger man a break. “I bought four different brands, just to be safe.” He hands over the bag, and Charles grabs it, throwing a quick grazie over his shoulder as he makes his way into the bathroom.

Once he’s done, Charles doesn’t want to wait inside the bathroom for the results to show up, instead he puts a timer on his phone and steps outside, Andrea still standing where he left him.

“So?”

“No results yet.”

“Are you willing to talk now?” Charles simply nods. “What makes you think you’re pregnant?”

Out of all the questions he knows Andrea wants to ask, he didn’t think he would start there, but Charles recognizes it as the olive branch that it is and he gladly takes it. So he calmly explains every single symptom he has been feeling for the past few weeks, how he is more tired than he normally would be by the end of the season, how certain exercise lead to some mild cramping in his lower abdomen, how some food he usually like now smell unappealing to him, the nausea that started earlier in the weeks and how now he had woken up throwing up.

Whatever else Andrea wanted to ask at that moment gets cut off by the sound of Charles’ alarm, alerting them that five minutes have already passed and all the tests should reveal an answer.

“Are you ready?”

Charles isn’t ready, not one bit, but he has to know.

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Let me know your thoughts!! 💞

[bitchin-witchin]

CW in tags too but this post will contain mention of like... cosmic non-con (lack of bodily autonomy), mpreg (he's afab but he's a guy so, mpreg) and fpreg, and miscarriage happening with one underage Anakin. And like... cosmic incest? Anakin force shenanigans. Just tread with caution if any of these things sound upsetting.

about halfway thru under a space themed text divider is some stuff about an alternative timeline with some Tatooine slave culture where Anakin leaves the order and returns to Tatooine to start a revolution. I might post separatly so people dont have to wade thru the weird preg stuff to get to it.

Erm. That one hc where Anakin is something more like a clone of his mom but not totally bc of genetic variation from the forces influence. Or like a stem cell baby. The force didn't really do much for him phenotypically, so they're not total copies but appearance wise... but very similar.

We won't get too much into the nitty gritty bc it's just an excuse to get him pregnant like his mom did bc he got the organs for it from her >:3c

The first time he doesn't even realize it's happened. he's barely a teen, still in the midst of his padawan training. He has been feeling cramps and notices clotted blood, but it's so early that there's been very little symptoms and it doesn't feel or look too different from his normal cycle. he's never been good with tracking it anyway so he just assumes he's menstruating. The force had been feeling different around him but he doesn't recognize it for what it means and has a whole mess of other adolencent concerns he's focused on like his relationships with other padawans and jedi, his temple studies, the genesis of his festering mental illnesses... kdbvhjf.

The second time is, of course, during the passing of his mom and Geonosis (the process of miscarriages happen over a period of time like a few days to a few weeks depending on the situation). chronic stress, dangerous and excessive exercise (like killing a lot of Tuskens), lack of sleep, bad nutrition, it's a whole concoction (yes irl miscarriages are rarely from any of these things but hard to explain the magical baby being misdeveloped when it worked great the first time (birth of Anakin)). This time he DOES know, recognizes the feeling of the force as a new life form, has more obvious symptoms of pregnancy, and he is very scared and confused because he would have been a virgin when the egg was conceived. And when he sees Padme he's all self conscious about how his body might look, is it as obvious to her as much as it is to him? Will she be disappointed or disgusted if they have sex and she doesn't see what she expects? sexual intimacy scary.... if she finds out will she believe the truth of the situation? Or will she think him unfaithful? ;w; much to agonize over

The third time is during the war once its in full swing. Idk a specific timeline. could be really evil and say Rako Hardeen or Ashoka leaving arc. HMMMM. Ashoka leaving would ofc hurt.... Can't keep any of his damn kids. Somehow the "second" time feels worst than the "first". The guilt and anger and hopelessness compounded. Why does the force keep doing this? Is he not loved even by it? Cannot he not be in control of his own body even now? He is supposed to be free.... (why does the force do this indeed. My excuse is that maybe it's a well-intentioned-but-nevertheless-fucked-up-way to guide Anakin onto a different path, except even the force cannot get plans to go right when they revolve around anakin. it is both a most beloved and mourned aspect of its child.)

The next time kids are a potential future, it's Padme! Maybe they did the stem cell baby procedure, maybe it was the force again. maybe they were rubbing off on each other and fingerbanging so the force manipulates Anakin's makeup to make it possible for Padme to be impregnated. lmao. weird magic makes for many possibilities. If the force is responsible Padme would ofc also feel extremely violated. Either way, choice or not, Anakin has too much birth trauma to do it and out of the two of them shes least often in active war zones and such. So Anakin is like, surely nothing bad will happen now. And it looks like the war will end just in time so he can leave the Jedi on a good note and have his wife and kids! Oh no, what are these nightmares? and so goes the rest....

🛸　.　　•. 　🌎　°　.•　🌓　•　　.°•　　•　🚀 ✯. •. . •. 　.　•　★　*　　　　　°　　.　　🛰 　°·　　•. ๏ .• 🪐 .　•　•　° ★　• ☄. ๏ •. . •. . •. . •. • ▁▂▃▄▅▆▇▇▆▅▄▃▂▃▄▆▇▇▆▅▄▇▆▅▄▃▁▂

Alternative timeline perhaps: After Ashoka and after Clovis, Anakin is like no one loves me I hurt everything I touch everyone leaves me in the end time to go die in the desert I was born to. So he goes to Tatooine, gets a speeder, goes out into the dunes, directionless, no supplies, fully intending to never come back. But being who he is, he stumbles upon or falls into an ancient temple that has long forgotten ties to the force (Inspired by the idea of Tatooine being an old af planet and having old af strong relations to the existence of the force (it is where the chosen one was conceived after all)) and goes thru the painful but liberating process of spiritual renewal. He leaves the desert with revived dreams and newfound courage to live on to create a better world and change to be a better person. and!! this time he gets to choose to have his babies when he decides he's ready to try again. but first, he is going to accomplish his dreams freeing the first family he knew, help lead his people to free others, and eradicate slavery from the galaxy. yayyyy. Sometime here he has the twins bc a galaxy-wide slave revolution is a long ass thing. He'd be waiting all that time otherwise. Perhaps once Tatooine's freedom is achieved, then. Here he knows his children will remain free because he has done and will continue to ensure so as long as he lives.

He reluctantly returns to Coruscant as the people of this union of freed planets agree to elect him as a representative. Not as a senator though. The union wants to stay separate from the republic, but is willing to coexist. Anyways, his return allows for Padme and the Jedi (Obi-Wan!!!!) to meet the bebes, now like 4, 5 years old. Padme and Obi-wan only first see him in the senate rotunda tho and wow! what a shock that is. emotionally unrepressed and matured Anakin is crazy to see. Also his clothes FUCK. learned from him wife. Padme has moved on bc like, he LEFT. but it does hurt to see him again. and doing well without her. But they come to an understanding after a big conversation and then Anakin is like "wanna meet my kids?" LOL

Less fluffy and more in line with Anakin's political philosophy shaped by his childhood, he kind of ends up being a warlord. Not out of bad intentions, he wants to bring peace and stability but believes that is best achieved through certain sacrifice. There is no such thing as a bloodless revolution when the oppressor uses fear and violence to keep you oppressed through generations. Also. Dukkra ba dukkra. For those who might not know, the fan language Amatakkan (tatooine slave language) uses the same word for freedom and death. So I like to think by slaughtering slavers he believes he is freeing them from the chains of greed and corruption. He still has his babies and family is his everything. One of his primary motivators as a warlord is the control he gets to protect them. And it would make for a juicy senate meeting. Like yeah. this guy is unapologetically a killer and feels justified in it!! The senate, Padme, Obi-wan, and the Jedi order aren't really reconciling with that. And if the Republic refuses to let their union of planets conduct their own affairs they are ready to protect what is theirs. Dukkra ba dukkra. They will be free.

Just to go wild with this idea, Anakin has figured out Palpatine's identity as a sith lord during his time on Tatooine and spearheading a revolution (probably some key stuff revealed by the force when he ungoes his spiritual renewal and more discovered through his own research following those key reveals). Palpatine invites him to his office bc like, his would-be apprentice is stronger in the force than ever and is now a warlord lol. He needs to get a grip on things again bc this could fuck up his plans more than Anakin leaving did. Palpatine tries to manipulate him into compliancy by bringing up he knows about Anakin's kids but he doesn't realize Anakin figured out Palpatine was trying to groom him before and so no longer holds a scrap of loyalty to him for that. Anakin's love was his only protection from Anakin. And when Palpatine threatens the wellbeing of his kids? His family? That seals the deal. He will end this tyrant's reign too. Of course this doesn't go over well with the Republic and the Jedi order but palpatine's deception and crimes are gradually revealed, so it's... a smidge less bad. but still bad.

Anyways. I think i'll stop here. this post is so long 😭😆

[thenanbakacorner]

I loveee your mpreg content-- can we get some Rock x Nico mpreg headcanons?? Also throw in a bit of angst where because Nico is so sickly with all his diseases, he's terrified at the idea of his child being sick too but they end up being exceedingly healthy by all odds? :>

Sgiobsogb aweee yesss I've been waiting for a Nirock mpreg request OvO!! Les do disss

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🍩💊 Rock x Nico Mpreg w/ Worry of Passing Sicknesses to Baby Headcanons💊🍩

At first, Nico thinks he's dealing with one of his illnesses when he first gets symptoms of pregnancy

However, as the days go by and he isn't getting any better, he decides he better go see Otogi

Is stunned when Otogi breaks the news to him, but is beyond excited at the fact that he and his boyfriend- Rock- are having a baby

Then he goes back to the cell and tells his cellmates

Uno is surprised and can't help but crack a joke saying he didn't think they'd gone that far

Jyugo is in a similar state, looking down at Nico's stomach as he processed what he just heard

Rock? Speechless. Jaw on the floor. Eyes bugged out.

He didn't expect Nico to end up with child after their little rendezvous, but after the shock wears off and he's more or less smacked back to his senses by Uno, he wraps Nico up in a huge hug and spins him around in joy

As Nico's pregnancy progresses, Rock proves he may be big and strong, but he's just the equivalent of a teddy bear to Nico-- especially with a baby within him

Lots of spooning at night while caressing the growing bump

Insists on carrying Nico almost everywhere they go, even if he assures him he can walk just fine

If Nico's craving anything specific, he's glad to have Shiro prepare it for him

May or may not doze off while resting his head on Nico's tummy during the day

About six months in, Nico starts getting this fear that their baby will be born as sickly or even sicklier than he is, his diseases being passed onto them

Starts crying as he expresses this to Rock. He doesn't want their child to go through similar things that he did when he was young, or be the reason for any potential suffering

Rock envelops him in a warm hug and quietly shushes him, telling him that if their baby is anything like the two of them combined, they'll be just fine

Then, the big day comes

He's right by Nico's side, coaching him through it and holding his hand, letting him squeeze all his pain into it

The moment the baby is born, Nico sobs in relief, and it doesn't take long for him to ask how they are, if they're alright, if they're healthy

It takes a few minutes for Otogi to do a general checkup, but much to both parents' relief, their child is perfectly healthy. Exceedingly so, even.

They sit together in contented silence, smiling down at the little bundle of joy in Nico's arms

Rock makes a little joke, saying he told him so that the baby would be fine

Nico lets out a warm laugh and agrees. Yes.. yes he did. And he's relieved that he was right.

[the-brainrot-central]

FUCK IT - JOSEPH JOESTAR MPREG HEADCANONS

Hrrnggggghh….. the blorbo…..so submissive and breedable uwu

Feel free to imagine whatever ships you want, or self insert (personally I like picturing these with JosieQ or Caejose lol)

—Already has a huge appetite as he is, being pregnant makes him absolutely ravenous. His s/o frequently complains about food/leftovers in the fridge suddenly disappearing in a matter of days/hours after being brought home

—Craves sweets and junk food a lot, or anything fruity really

—Is pretty whiny, complains frequently about his aching back/bladder frequency/other symptoms

—Is in high spirits overall during pregnancy but has some rough patches of depression and anxiety—he’s very emotional, and he has lots of complicated, difficult emotions going on because of hormones

—Is really lovey dovey about the baby, loves talking to it and singing it songs while it’s in the womb

—He’s really self conscious about his body and the weight gain, sometimes he cries when he realizes he can’t quite fit into certain clothes anymore.

—Has always been the little spoon, his S/O loves spooning him and cradling his baby bump

—He already has pretty big emotions, pregnancy makes him an absolute wreck. He cries over really small things, he feels stupid about it but he really can’t help it. Sometimes lashes out bc anger issues, feels really bad about it and always apologizes <3

—Tries to keep up with Hamon training and working out, sometimes ends up overworking himself and has to rest for a few days. His s/o tríes to convince him to take it easier, with little success

—He gets the urge to try learning how to cook, despite the fact that he struggles with it, ends up usually making a mess lol

—Has adhd, becomes a LOT more forgetful due to pregnancy brain. This is really upsetting for him, sometimes leaving him frustrated to tears when he can’t find objects he swore he put down a minute ago. Focusing on stuff becomes harder for him too, much to his frustration

—He’s a pretty big guy so he carries bigger. He’s already too big to hide around month three or four

—Is hoping for a girl <3

[soft-bellied-tannies]

The Heaviest of Sympathies

Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ ABO/Mpreg ⚠️

Jimin sat down his boyfriends one day and asked them an unexpected question - how would they feel about him being a surrogate for Hoseok and Yoongi? The beta couple had asked their closest omega friend to carry a baby for them with all expenses covered. Taehyung and Jungkook both supported him, saying it was his body and his decision. They knew it would be quite a while before they considered children of their own so why not give their friends the best gift possible.

Things moved so quickly after that and within weeks, Jimin was pregnant and absolutely glowing. Their friends gave them an endless budget for whatever Jimin could possibly need and his alphas were amazing - taking care of everything he needed. However, there were two very unexpected things for the alphas.

1. Their attraction to Jimin’s new figure

Jimin’s body filled out perfectly - beautiful curves, soft thighs, wide hips. He was stunning in their eyes with each little bit he grew.

2. Jimin’s insanely intense cravings

Jimin went through major phases of sickness and aversion pairing with massive cravings which created a weird landscape in their kitchen.

One day, Jimin would need something very specific like choco pies so badly he could cry. He would go to the store and buy at least three or four boxes, thinking that he would be eating them for days. A few would be eaten that day and then the next morning, the sight of chocolate would have him heaving over the toilet with nausea. He tried his best not to let it bother him and always reasoned that he had two alphas at home to eat the rest so it would never go to waste.

Jimin had no idea how true that statement would become in a few months time.

Taehyung and Jungkook spent the entire pregnancy so focused on Jimin’s needs that neither of them seemed to notice his little routine of buying and not finishing his cravings. The foods he wanted were all over the place so it never seemed like they were constantly stuffing sweets that were sitting around because one week it would be watermelon then spicy tteokbokki then hotteok then right back to fruit. It was oddly balanced but filling nonetheless.

After Jimin gave birth, his omega genetics kicked right in. He was pumping for the couple and the normal amount of pregnancy weight he put on fell right off. He was able to be more active again and the nightmarish cravings were gone. A little bit of fat stuck around his ass which he was not complaining about, but the rest went within a few months - his slim waist and toned thighs looking back at him in the mirror filled his confidence back up to the top.

An interesting development, however, was the fact that his boyfriends’ added weight, another victim of his cravings, was not really falling off quite the same way. Actually, it wasn’t falling off…at all. To Jimin’s surprise, he was pretty happy about it - sympathy weight is what the internet had told him when he went down a rabbit hole of alphas experiencing symptoms during their omega’s pregnancy. Whatever it was called, Jimin was into it.

The most surprising part of it all was the fact that Jimin did not think his alphas had necessarily noticed their new weight. He would admit that the weight was different on both of them, but it was definitely there and no one had said a word about it yet. He had no intentions of bringing it up though, happy to ogle his boyfriends on his own private time.

Jungkook’s weight was all belly. When the alpha was wearing a hoodie, someone probably wouldn’t even notice because his workout regimen had continued the same as always. His arms and legs were muscular as always, toned and strong. The difference now was the soft pudge in the middle where his washboard abs used to be. Jimin loved when Jungkook wore one of his tighter workout shirts around the house because his belly fought against the fabric in way that highlighted his softness perfectly.

It looked like the alpha was permanently bloated after a big meal, rounding out around his belly button that squished into the countertop when he made his protein shake or brushed his teeth. Jimin’s favorite thing was when the alpha walked out of their bedroom in the morning, stretching his arms above his head in his shirtless glory - belly pushing forward slightly when he arched his back giving Jimin the perfect view.

Taehyung, on the other hand, simply had a new layer of softness spread across his body. While Jungkook had always been a gym bunny, Jimin’s other alpha could not care less about fitness. He was their sweet, newly soft, artist who spent his days in his attic studio painting and doing pottery. Taehyung simply had a metabolism that had managed to keep up with him until now. His thighs were a little softer, his ass was a little wider, his belly was a little rounder - it was just a new layer all around.

Jimin noticed that the ties on his smock emphasized his new shape very well, often leaving the omega staring at his boyfriend while he sat in front of his pottery wheel. Taehyung’s cheeks had a little puffiness to them that was adorably noticeable when he smiled. The most exercise Taehyung got was walking Yeontan and that was certainly helping his figure remain heavier for Jimin’s viewing pleasure.

He planned to let his alphas stay exactly the way they were and happily admire their softness. That was until he got called out unexpectedly. Jungkook was standing in the kitchen reading their mail when Jimin got home from work. He slipped in between the small space between the alpha and the counter, popping a kiss onto his lips. The alpha immediately abandoned the mail and wrapped his arms around his omega. After quietly saying hello, the pair just stood in each other’s arms, but Jimin could not resist.

His hands found the alpha’s sides and he rubbed gently back and forth, silently admiring the softness of Jungkook’s belly. The comment honestly caught him so off guard that he didn’t even realize he had been spoken to at first.

“I guess Taehyung was right.”

“Hmm?”

Jungkook laughed, lifting Jimin up onto the counter with ease, stepping closer until his belly was caged between the omega’s thighs. “I said, Taehyungie was right.”

“Right about what?”

“Our boyfriend is a chubby chaser.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped at the statement and the smirk on Jungkook’s face. He stuttered for a moment with wide eyes and pink cheeks before he tried to deny it. “What the hell, no, I’m not. That…I…what does that even mean?”

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hands and brought them to his stomach. “It means that you like that your alphas have put on weight. Because of you might I remind you.”

“I-I…that…this is not my fault,” Jimin replied with a pout even though he was in no rush to take his hands off the alpha’s belly.

“Isn’t it? All those cravings stockpiled had to go somewhere. You know perfectly well where it went.”

“But I just…I couldn’t help it.”

Jungkook huffed a deep laugh and kissed Jimin softly. “Yeah, neither could we. Pretty obvious, huh?”

Jimin blushed again at the alpha directly addressing his new shape. “I…um…I think you look great.”

“Just great?”

“I mean, I think you both look perfect no matter what.”

The smirk on Jungkook’s smile slid into a tender smile. “We know, Minnie. I feel the same about both of you. It just seems pretty clear that you have been admiring us lately. It’s okay that you like it. You know that, right?”

“I mean, yeah, I think…yes, I know it is, especially if you both are happy. I don’t know, Tae looks so happy and carefree and so damn attractive. And you, my god - you are so strong and sturdy and safe. I love it. My omega loves it.”

“You are so fucking cute,” Jungkook praised, kissing him yet again. They didn’t pull apart until they heard the stairs creaking with footsteps coming down from the attic. “Speaking of sturdy…”

Jimin burst into laughter, hiding his face in the alpha’s shoulder at his comment.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just talking about how sturdy you are, babe.”

“Oh, fuck off, chubby bunny.”

“Yeah, yeah, tubby. We both know who still fits into his pants here,” Jungkook said, lifting Taehyung’s shirt to reveal one of Jimin’s hair ties holding the button closed.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with wide eyes, not realizing how hot the sight was. He didn’t notice both his alphas staring at him with loving yet teasing expressions.

“See, what did I tell you - Minnie is totally a chubby chaser,” Taehyung quipped, stepping closer and squeezing a handful of Jungkook’s belly.

“I am not!” Jimin cried, smacking the alpha on the shoulder. “I just…I just love you both a lot. That’s all it is.”

“Mhmm, sure, sure, baby,” Taehyung responded followed by a kiss, smiling at Jimin’s blush that was spreading to his ears and neck.

Jungkook shared a quick glance with Taehyung before grabbing Jimin by the waist and hoisting him over his shoulder. The omega shrieked and started giggling as he smacked the alpha’s ass. “Come on, you kinky little thing, you can feel us up in the shower.”

“Oh my God! I’m not a chubby chaser!

[anna-hawk]

🛒🎨and ❌ for the fic writer asks?

Thanks for playing with me 😊

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Food! I don't know how many fics I've written that have a variation of food being part of the story. My Always time for coffee series is the perfect example for it, as is The Sound of your Voice, where Frank and Matt spend lunch together throughout the story while they slowly fall for each other.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

LISTEN! It's simply incredible to have someone enjoying your fic enough to want to draw for it. I have the very lovely and talented @nkeiiin, who has drawn two stunning pieces for me, and I'm still absolutely so in love with the art. If anyone reads my fics and thinks, damn, I wanna draw this moment, I'm never stopping you, it's an honor.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

I don't have too many squicks, but the few I have are just major nopes for me. Need I remind anyone who reads this that if you enjoy the following things, it's obviously totally fine, and it's just my personal preferences. Major Character Death: you will never see me write this. I've had the unfortunate experience of reading untagged stuff like that when I first discovered fanfiction and let me tell you that I felt gutted, so no, thanks. Non-con: yeah, nope. Dub-con, depending on how it's done, I might read, but not write. Mpreg or anything related to pregnancies, no matter the gender, really: I've read a couple of excellent Drarry Mpreg fics back in the day, but only because they'd been written by authors I loved and “magic” is involved. Otherwise, not my thing. I'm a mom myself, but I just don't find it necessary in a fic. Kids aren't necessary in a fic to make a relationship good, and all the pregnancy symptoms talk is just blah for me. If one of the characters already has a kid, however, count me in.

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

[ladysunamireads]

Does Wei Ying have Covid?

Does Wei Ying have Covid? by Webawee

"But Wen Qing! I have covid."

Lan Zhan made his presence known, "Wei Ying. What."

Wen Qing's eyebrows reached the top of her forehead, "What do you mean, 'you have covid'?"

Wei Ying felt like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, "You know! The-the nausea, missed heats, stomach cramps? And- and I did the covid test! It was positive! I know it was positive. I–"

Wen Qing smacked her forehead, "Wei Ying, are you alright in the head? Why would missed heats and stomach cramps be a symptom of covid?"

Wei Ying felt weak, "You mean I don't have covid?"

"No." Or: Wei Ying has been feeling sick for the past few days now. He thinks he has covid, but is that really the case?

Words: 2824, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Modern MDZS ABO

Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Wēn Qíng

Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn & Wēn Qíng, Jiāng Yànlí & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Jiāng Family & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Lán Qǐrén & Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Alpha Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Omega Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn, Established Relationship, Pregnancy, Morning Sickness

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48221128