#false pregnancy tw

[preet-01]

Something about nighttime and a cold room equals angsty fic ideas

He’s dreamt about this a million times. A million times he’s dreamt about how his children with Daniel would look like.

Maybe they’d have Max’s blue eyes and Daniel’s curly hair. He doesn’t want that because that would mean they’d have his father’s eyes, but he’d love their child regardless. He much prefers imagining their child with Daniel’s chocolatey brown eyes with a bright sparkle in them hinting at the mischievous nature they’d surely inherit from Daniel. He prefers imagining their child with sandy blond hair like him and fluffy curls like Daniel. He prefers imagining, big, chunky babies that are theirs and take the best parts of them.

He imagines that they’d sit on his birthing bed in silent awe as they held their child for the first time. Daniel would cry tears of joy and kiss Max so softly that Max would chase his lips for more. Always wanting more when Daniel was concerned. Max would try his best to not cry, but he’d be a mess the moment he saw Daniel with their baby in his arms and cooing at the life they had created together.

He imagines waking up in the middle of the night to an empty bed and softly padding through their home until he reaches the nursery. There he would find Daniel in the rocking chair he had bought for Max with their baby resting against his chest. Sometimes he likes to imagine Daniel awake and singing to their baby. Daniel’s not the best at singing, but he would coo in the gentle tone that would make it sound like the sweetest song ever. Other times he likes to imagine Daniel having fallen asleep with their baby fast asleep on his chest. His two loves together like the best thing Max could ever imagine.

He doesn’t have to imagine anymore. He doesn’t have to dream about the family he’ll have with Daniel anymore. Soon, in a few months, he’ll have that.

Just him, Daniel, and their baby.

Everything he’s always wanted, everything he’s dreamt of, everything he’s wished for on his birthdays, on the random shooting stars he’s seen over the years, on the fallen eyelashes Daniel loves to pick up and hold out for Max to make wishes on, at 11:11.

Just seven more months (seven months of him growing his and Daniel’s baby in his belly!!!) and they’d be parents to the most perfect baby to ever exist because it would be their baby.

But there’s also only seven months until he gives birth to their baby. Only seven months to get everything ready and there’s so much to do. They still need to get the nursery ready, buy clothes and toys, find a nanny that can travel with them on race weekends, and baby proof their apartment.

There’s so much to do and so little time.

Maybe he can surprise Daniel with some of the stuff done. Maybe it would ease some of the stress Daniel is facing with McLaren when he returns from the MTC.

But he can’t do all the shopping alone. Their baby would end up in a Red Bull shrine if he was left to his own devices. And while he does love the comfort of the Red Bull team merch, their baby deserves something even better than a Red Bull themed nursery. Their baby deserved the very best of the best.

“Max?” Charles asks when he opens his door. Max frowns slightly when he sees Charles’ red-rimmed eyes filled with what looked like tears. Max doesn’t let himself think too much of it. “Wha-what are you doing here? I thought you would be at the hospital,” he questions.

“The next check-up isn’t until the first trimester is over,” Max sighs, slightly disappointed at the thought of having to wait a little longer. He didn’t like waiting much. Max wasn’t used to waiting. “I, of course, have not reached the end of the first trimester yet. But by the time Daniel returns from the McLaren factory, it should be time,” he informs Charles.

“Trimester, check-up? What?”

_______

Charles has to fight his tears as he looks through nursery furniture with Max. “Do you think Daniel would prefer the wooden one or the white one?” Max questions, looking between two cribs.

“I think the white one. It will work with any theme,” Charles replies, faking a smile until Max turns back around to look at the cribs.

“How about we return to your apartment?” Charles suggests. “I do not think all this activity could be good for the baby, non? They need rest and midday naps,” he continues, desperately hoping Max would agree.

He can’t pretend that everything is fine for much longer. He can’t keep directing people away from them without Max noticing the pitying looks sent their way, the condolences on their lips just waiting to be voiced. He himself wants to break down in tears at a second’s notice and cannot do so without destroying the fantasy Max has created for himself and perhaps screwing him up even further.

“I am tired. That is a very good idea,” Max agrees.

Charles stays with Max until he falls asleep. Running his hand through Max’s hair to ease him into sleep quicker, recalling something Daniel had said a few years ago in passing with a sleeping Max on his lap.

“Charles? Why’d you call me here?” Pierre questions, walking into Max’s apartment when Charles had opened the door for him. He can’t hold it in anymore, can’t suppress the tears and pretend everything’s fine. He breaks down into sobs in Pierre’s arms. “Calamar?”

“I went nursery shopping with Max,” Charles finally reveals between tears. “Something is very wrong, Pierrot.” So he tells Pierre everything about the day he’d spent with Max, about the things Max had said. With every word he says, Pierre’s concern for Max grows. “He’s so happy, and I… how do we…” he trails off in broken sentences.

[chimera-international]

(Ooc: cw sexual assault, rape allegations, false allegations, pregnancy, murder)

Due to recent events we have been digging more into this “unknown” figure.

For legal reasons, we won’t be sharing his name but for now we will be using Jon Doe in its stead.

As it turns out, Jon Doe has a history of taking advantage of young women. This isn’t the first time he’s done this. In his young adult years, he purposefully got an girl drunk and then went on to have sex with her. Due to his vehement protests to the use of male protection, he ended up impregnating her.

He then left her and refused to make contact until two years after the child was born. He murdered the woman and stole legal documents from her as well. He left the child for dead and refused to assist them in the future. From our findings, we can tell that he actually has a history of callously leaving people for dead. Lovers and children alike.

We ask everyone, man, woman, or other, to stay safe out there. He’s not the only one of these people, there are many, and they won’t be stopped without your help.

[yandere-daydreams]

Screening: Rosemary's Baby (1968)

Pairing: Yandere!Ieiri Shoko x Reader (JJK).

Runtime: 3.2k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Non/Con (False Pretenses), Mentions of Pregnancy, Cheating (Reader is in an Established Relationship With Gojo), Fingering, Medical Malpractice, Manipulation, and Overstimulation. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

The examination table was cold as ice against your back.

She’d been nice enough to put down a sheet of sterilizing parchment, but not much more. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt as you waited, too nervous to check your phone and risk seeing the newest addition to Satoru’s never-ending barrage of texts, too obedient to do anything other than stay where you were and stare blankly at the chipped, white tiles of her ceiling. That was what she told you to do – or, at least, what you thought she’d told you to do. It’d been difficult to understand her through her surgical mask, only pulled down slightly to accommodate the cigarette she was holding up to her lips, and come to think if it, she might’ve just meant to wait near the table, not strictly on—

The door opened, creating a break in the silence just long enough for you to pull yourself back together, and you bolted upright before your thoughts could start to slip, again – the stiff parchment crackling in protest underneath you. Your eyes found Shoko just as she slipped inside, letting the door fall shut on its own behind her.

Out of all of Satoru’s friends, Shoko had always been your favorite. There was obviously the gender bias (you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t have gravitated towards any woman in Satoru’s overall civil, but absolutely male-dominated social sphere), but even if that hadn’t been the case, you liked to think that you would’ve gotten along with Shoko, regardless. She was always so calm, always so level-headed, rarely smiling but slow to lose her temper, too. Being around her made you feel a little less like the awkward, oblivious non-sorcerer who’d stumbled into a world you still didn’t completely understand and a little more like someone who knew what they’d gotten into and who to rely on, when your own limited abilities fell short. You trusted Shoko, even if you’d only talked to her alone a handful of times. If you didn’t, you never would’ve come to her for something like this.

She stopped at the nearest counter, retrieving a pair of latex gloves from a nearly empty container, before coming to stand next to your table. You knew she’d been smoking, but the heavy scent of disinfect and rubbing alcohol smothered any traces of lingering smoke there might’ve been. You were thankful. You’d been sick with nerves for the better part of the past week, and you didn’t need another reason to feel like you were on the verge of throwing up.

(In the back of your skull, something cruel and vile whispered that there might be another explanation for your sudden bouts of nausea – something less ignorable than pure, ungrounded anxiety. You drowned it out before it could reach your conscious mind.)

Shoko broke the silence without prompting. You were grateful for that, too – you really didn’t have the courage to speak up first. “So,” she started, leaning on the edge of your metal slab. “You wanted to see me because of a… late period?”

Her mask hid most her expression, but you could make out the faint hint of a chuckle underneath her bedside manner. Your eyes fell into your lap. “A missed period,” you corrected. “I haven’t gotten it this month, either.”

She hummed, but didn’t respond. You sighed. Shoko was grounded, but she wasn’t kind. You should’ve known she wouldn’t make this easy for you.

“I’m worried I might be pregnant.”

To her credit, if she was surprised, it was impossible to tell. “Have you been taking your birth control?”

“Yeah, obviously, but I’m terrible about remembering condoms and Satoru never manages to pull out.” It felt strange to describe your sex life to your boyfriend’s closest friend, but you soldiered on. She was a medical professional, a doctor. Your preferred methods of protection (or lack thereof) couldn’t have been the worst thing she’d heard that day. “I’ve already taken a test, but I just want to make sure. Cursed energy is already so complicated, and I know Satoru exceeds a lot of expectations. I don’t know if he, like, has—”

This time, she cut you off with an airy, but blatant laugh. “You think he’s got magic sperm?”

“He fights invisible monsters and teleports,” you snapped, your anxiety turning into irritation in the blink of an eye. “I don’t think ‘magic sperm’ is that unrealistic!”

For a moment, she seemed to regard you – her dark eyes boring into your wrinkled clothes, your disheveled hair, the bags under your eyes nearly deep enough to match her own. Even if she didn’t understand why you were worried, she’d have to recognize that you were, in fact, worried. And, if she really was your friend, she’d at least offer to help.

You held your breath until finally, she cracked, straightening her back with and audible sigh. “And why, exactly, couldn’t you go to a standard obstetrician about this?”

“Because you’re the best doctor I know and I’d trust you with my life?”

“Try again.”

“Because I can’t afford the co-pay and if I use Satoru’s card, he’ll find out.” You deflated after finishing, crossing your arms over your chest. “I… I really just want to know. If it turns out I did have a reason to worry, I’ll figure out what to do next, but—” This time, your voice cut out all on its own. You forced yourself to swallow before going on. “I just want to know, first. Satoru doesn’t have to be involved.”

It was an awful position to put her in, you knew. For as much as you trusted her, she’d known Satoru for years. She had every right to go to him about this, even if you really, really wished she wouldn’t. She didn’t owe you anything, much less her help. Much less her silence.

But there was a reason you trusted Shoko, that you felt as unreasonable close to her as you did. Above her mask, you saw her eyes soften before they flickered away from you, landing on the counter she’d already visited. “Lay down and take off what you need to,” she said, her gruff professionalism back in full force. “It might not be conclusive, but the most I can do is a physical examination. It’s not much, but if you don’t trust a real test, it’s the best thing I can offer you.”

You couldn’t help yourself – nearly falling off the table as you pulled her into a bone-crushing, lung-flattening hug. “Ieiri, you’re the best,” you nearly shouted, your voice bouncing off the blank walls of her office. You moved to thank her again, and again, and again, but she pried you off of her before you had the chance, muttering a curt ‘you’re welcome’ before turning away to make her preparations and escape your unwanted gratitude. You managed to stop yourself from chasing after her, and yet, you were still smiling as you settled back onto the table.

Still, embarrassment quickly dampened the brighter edges of your relief as Shoko glanced over her shoulder. “Are you comfortable with undressing here, or would you rather leave the room?”

You blanched, and Shoko was kind enough not to laugh before going on. “You did know you were basically coming to be for a gynecological exam, right?”

“I mean, yes, but—” You hadn’t, but then again, you weren’t sure what else you’d expected. This made sense, even if it was leagues beyond anything you thought to brace yourself for. If Shoko thought it would help, then it’d help. “Do I get a gown, or…?”

Her eyes fell to your skirt, long enough to fall just an inch or so above your knee. “That won’t be necessary. Take off your panties and lay down – I’ll be over in a second.”

Your face burnt, but you nodded, and she turned away. Biting your inner cheek, you swung your legs over the side of the table and kicked off your shoes. Shoko pretended to be preoccupied while you shrugged your panties down your legs and, with no other option, stuffed them into the pocket of your jacket. It was awkward – lying down and spreading your legs with Shoko less than a full ten feet away. It was one thing to ask your acquaintance for medical advice, and another to let your boyfriend’s friend act as your pro-bono gynecologist.

You heard a few tools clatter onto a metal tray, the padded feet of a stool scrape across the tiled floor, and wordlessly, Shoko positioned herself at the foot of the examination table. “This should only take a few minutes,” she said, as her gloved fingers skirted along the inside of your knee, then your thigh, before reaching your pussy. Your labia, you corrected, internally. If she could be a professional about this, so could you. “Let me know if you feel any pain.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes focused intently on the ceiling above you. Even if you had looked down, your skirt would’ve blocked most of your view, which was how you preferred it. You couldn’t see Shoko, and hopefully, she couldn’t see the way you flinched as she spread a cold, pricking sort of lubricant over your entrance, as she eased two fingers into your otherwise dry cunt. You’d assumed she would use a tool, but then again, you couldn’t imagine what kind. And besides, you really shouldn’t have been questioning a doctor.

Shoko’s voice was gruff, distracted. “How’s that?”

“F-Fine,” you squeaked. “Please, do whatever you need to.”

“Satoru’s got you that worn down, huh?” She let out a breath of a laugh, but leaned in, easing her digits into until she was knuckle deep. Her fingers were thin, but long and graceful in a way that made them difficult to ignore when paired with the strange tactility of her gloves. Her free hand curled around your ankle, as if to hold you in place. “I’m going start the test. It might feel a little strange, so try not to move.”

She gave you a moment to brace yourself before spreading her fingers apart, inadvertently pressing against the sensitive walls of your pussy. On reflex, you snapped your thighs shut, but Shoko caught you by the knee before you could attempt to break her arm. “Easy there.” And then, as her thumb pushed slow circles into your skin, “Think you can hold these open for me?”

You didn’t try to say anything, but with more than a little effort, you spread your legs – planting your feet more firmly on either corner of the table. “Thatta girl,” Shoko muttered, seemingly more used to comforting scared pets than nervous patients. “Remember – we’re here because you wanted to be. If you want to back out, just say the word.”

You shook your head furiously, instinctually. You’d never do that to Shoko, and she seemed to know that – not waiting for verbal confirmation before starting to move. She seemed to need to stretch you open, judging by the repetitive, scissor-like motions of her fingers, the way she huffed in irritation as she slipped yet another digit inside of you. You knew it was inappropriate, but it would’ve been impossible to stop yourself from heating up, from squirming, from dampening around her in a way that you couldn’t entirely separate from arousal. You kept your hips still and dug your teeth into your bottom lip with enough force to break the skin (you would’ve rather died than moaned during a medical exam), but your cunt wasn’t as easily reigned in. It wasn’t long before a sickeningly slick clicking-type noise accompanied every little movement of her fingers. Hopefully, she’d just assume she’d used more lube than she’d meant to. You didn’t know what you’d do with yourself, if she didn’t.

“Like I said – it’s a quick procedure, not a comfortable one. Most patients have a difficult time staying still.” It was humiliating – how steady her voice was while you were falling apart, fighting just to keep yourself from bucking into a medical professional’s hand. It took everything you had not to whimper when the scissoring slowed, then stopped altogether, only to be immediately replaced by the awful, terrible, embarrassingly wonderful feeling of her fingers curling inside of you, grinding against the most vulnerable part of your cunt. “It’s important to be thorough, though. I’m sure you understand why this is necessary.”

She couldn’t have done it on purpose. Nothing about this could’ve ever been intentional, and yet, when her wrist slipped, the heel of her palm seemed to land perfectly onto your neglected clit. It wasn’t much, just the hint of stimulation, but it was enough for you to seize-up – your nails scrambling helplessly over smooth titanium as you came, silently, around her fingers. Shoko, ever the professional, didn’t so much as slow down.

She only hummed, keeping her hand where it was – her palm now grinding broad, harsh patterns into your clit. “Are you usually this easily stimulated?”

You opened your mouth, but all you could seem to choke out was a single, jagged whimper. Shoko clicked her tongue. “I’m sorry, I should’ve phrased that in a way you’d understand.” And then, as she spread her fingers apart cruelly, “Do you normally cum in less than a minute with Satoru?”

This time, a strangled cry was as much of an answer as you could’ve possibly given. You weren’t sure why she was asking, but… this wasn’t normal for you, was it? And now that she mentioned it, you did feel more stimulated than you should’ve during anything remotely medical. Your skin felt hotter, more sensitive where it’d come into contact with her lubricant, and it was getting hard to think, hard to justify not grinding into her hand as she curled and twisted her fingers inside of you. God. You knew you’d been a wreck, lately, but you never would’ve thought that it gotten this bad.

The nails of Shoko’s free hand bit into your ankle, and too strung-out to stop yourself, you let out a whine by way of protest. She chuckled, and suddenly, you were empty, left bucking your hips into vacant air as she drew back. “Poor thing,” she muttered, her sympathy tinged with a sardonic sort of condescension. “I’ve got one last test. Think you can bear with me?”

“Ye—Yes,” you chirped. At that point, it was meaningless – you would’ve agreed to anything so long as she was the one suggesting it. You’d shut your eyes at some point, but you could still hear Shoko’s footsteps, feel her standing above you as she positioned herself at your side. One gloved hand cupped your cheek while the other pressed something blunt and thick against your cunt and, with no warning other than a mumbled reminder to ‘breathe, pretty girl, breathe’, thrust it inside of you.

Her reminder, sadly, proved useless. The air hitched in your lungs as a ribbed shaft filled your overeager pussy, the object curved in a way that made it feel like it was pressing into every fucking part of you at the exact same fucking time. Your hands shot to Shoko’s wrist, searching for something more forgiving than cold metal to ground yourself with. You tried to pull yourself together, and you might’ve been able to if two distinct, silicone-wrapped prongs hadn’t slotted against your clit or, even more damningly, if whatever tool Shoko was using hadn’t started to shake.

Saying you came embarrassingly quickly would’ve been an understatement. There was no pretense of dignity, this time; just grit teeth and twitching legs and one long, miserable sob. Shoko nursed you through it, rocking her vibrating tool inside of you gently until your climax had died into total limpness and the occasional, unsteady gasp. The tool was drawn back, but Shoko’s hand lingered, her thumb tracing patterns into your cheek. “Such a good girl,” she mumbled, and you melted into her touch. “Feeling a little tired?”

It was sickeningly guilt-inducing, just how nice she was being to you after you’d done nothing but humiliate yourself in front of her. “A little,” you admitted, smiling sheepishly. Shoko smiled back. You couldn’t remember when she’d taken off her mask.

“Close your eyes and catch your breath. I’ll finish up while you get a little rest.”

It was all you could do to nod before slumping into yourself, your body going slack despite your best attempts to hold yourself up. Her reassurance was nice, but unnecessary.

In less than a full second, you were out like a light.

~

In Shoko’s defense, she did actually take the time to check. After you passed out, as delicate as Satoru had always bragged you were, she tested the blood sample taken prior to your “exam”. It took a total of three minutes, and left her with good news and bad news to deliver when you woke up.

The good news was, predictably, that you’d been right. You were pregnant. About a month along, in fact. Congratulations, mazel tov, etc.

The bad news was, of course, that you were pregnant, and that Satoru had finally managed to knock you up. Thoughts and prayers, get well soon, etc.

 From her make-shift desk on the far side of the room, she spared a glance to where you were still sleeping on her autopsy table. You’d rolled onto your side since she last checked on you, your pleated shirt bunching at your waist as you used your arms as a rudimentary pillow. It’d be a lie to say she didn’t understand why Satoru had gone so crazy about you so quickly. What you were – an ordinary human with enough cursed energy to see, but not act – was rare, your continuous ability to gloss over the uglier parts of their world in favor of perpetual, delusional optimism even more so. It’d be impressive, if she didn’t know it was going to get you fucked over eventually.

You were cute. It’s surprised her when she first met you in-person, when she first realized that.

It’d surprised her a little less when she realized that you even cuter mumbling gibberish as you came around her fingers.

Her eyes fell back to the phone in her hand. Her messages with Satoru were already open, what she’d been deliberating on telling him already typed out. She sighed, checked the picture she’d taken of you sprawled out on her table, three of her fingers buried in your cunt, and hit send.

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your girlfriend has something to tell you.

sending a bill for my time btw.

Three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen, signaling that Satoru was typing a response, before disappearing just as quickly. He tried calling her a second later, and she muted her phone before tossing it half-heartedly in the nearest drawer and turning back to you. Judging by your durability (or lack thereof), she’d have a few more minutes before you woke up, and another half an hour before the aphrodisiac gel she’d used on you started to wear off. You’d likely want to rush home to Satoru, when you finally got your hard-earned results.

Again, Shoko sighed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

It’d just be a waste not to have a little fun while she could, right?

[personwhowrites]

Hey Mama

Task force 141 x pregnant!reader(female)

Tw: some suggestive language, mention of intercourse? Comment if I need to add more.

It was a one night stand with a good looking fella gone wrong. Too many things in your mind seem to stop as you saw the positive pregnancy test.

“That explains the late period” Your roommate Jessica pointed out. “Who’s is it?”

“It could be a false positive!” You utter out bitting your nail before looking at Jessica. “Right?”

“False positives are a low chance. If you want I can run down to the drug store and buy a couple more.” Jessica replies and look at you with some worry. “Girl.. do you even know who you slept with? Or were you too drunk to even remember?” Jessica pauses and looks you up and down. “..I have a feeling you open your legs too much.”

“Okay first off rude! I do not..” you mumble and stare at the test. “All the time..”

Jessica can’t help but shake her own head. She’s disappointed, she seen many friends ruin their lives with surprise pregnancies. Most of them just being in their early twenties. Jessica sigh and grab the test before looking back at you.

“So you gonna guess who’s the baby daddy?” Jessica asks while throwing the test in the trash. “Well?”

“It.. could be four people..” you mumble out as Jessica face palms. “What! Listen! Men in uniform are such a turn on!”

“If it was good looking men I would understand but.. I’m gonna guess they’re what? Late thirties maybe fourties’ you slept with?” Jessica blurts and looks at you with some anger. “You can’t just open your legs for any uniform man!”

You roll your eyes, annoyed by choice of words. Jessica and you walk out the bathroom, she can’t help but feel frustrated for you.

“What about collage? That lawyer degree your been working your ass for!” Jessica mentions while going to the living room. “All down the drain! Just because you couldn’t close your legs for some uniformed guy.”

“For your information those four were in the army!” You correct Jessica while following after her, yet it doesn’t help the situation as she lets out a frustrating sigh.

“Four?! Four! I still don’t get how you slept with four men and didn’t even use protect! Have you learned nothing with all the girls we been friends with!” Jessica snaps finally and points her index finger towards of all. “Do you even know their names!? Numbers! Anything?!”

“Uh.. yes! One of them.. was named Ghost, another Gaz an—” You try to explain but Jessica just puts her hand up to stop you mid sentence.

“You know what.. I don’t even wanna know.” Jessica mumbles holding the side of her head. “Christ.. I’m not the one pregnant and I’m stressing out about it.”

You look away, a bit ashamed of putting her through this. Jessica looks over at you finally, slightly calm and sighs.

“I’ll go down to the drug store down the street, I’ll get you more pregnancy test.” Jessica mumbles and presses her lips into a thin line. “Meanwhile you find out who’s the baby daddy, just.. don’t make it a bigger mess.”

Before you could even protest Jessica grabbed her coat and shoes. Leaving you alone in the shared apartment.

You just started down at the floor before doing what she said. You walk to your room, trying to at least remember who was the last guy you were with. Tension grew as you remember that night, you weren’t with just one guy but four making it now impossible to remember who was the first or last one to use you as their cum bucket.

“Fuck..” you whisper reaching for your phone. “..fuck..”

You open your phone, putting the classic passcode of your best friend birthday. The Home Screen loads up, the background being a photo of you and your pet back at home. You sigh as some notifications roll in from Snapchat and Instagram.

“..damn it..” you mumble as you go to your contacts. “..I know it was Gaz.. Ghost..” you pause reading all of your contacts. “..soap and Price..”

You exit the contacts app and go to your messages. You scroll around for their names before finally finding them. You bite your lip, unsure on what to do now, should you be contacting them? How would you even start this conversation! A lot of scenarios,  started to play in your head..then a text.

It was from Jessica, she sent two pictures of pregnancy tests. Then another text reading these shits are expensive, you better pay me back next time.

You just rolled your eyes, going back to see who of the four men you would text first. Then another message, it was from an unknown number.

Open the door mama.

You stare at the text, before hearing a sudden knock on the front door. You covered your mouth and got up quickly from your bed, slightly on edge as you heard the knocking. Another text came from the unknown number.

I know you’re there, saw your friend leave a little while ago.

You grab your phone as the knocking continues in the background. It wasn’t aggressive, just some friendly knocking before it stops for a second. You tried to walk to the front door quietly, but the floorboards gave you away and the knocking started again. Then you heard Jessica, talking to someone she didn’t sound happy. The movement of plastic bags were heard, probably two male voices maybe more?

“Yeah yeah that’s what they all say.” Jessica says opening the door, almost knocking you over. “Christ! Hey careful or at least say something..”

You glance behind her, now seeing who she was talking to. It was that guy.. well… guys. You couldn’t speak as Soap took out the pregnancy tests out the boxes and read the instructions. Ghost grabbed the tests back from Soap and put them back in the bag. Price shook his head, putting his head in his hand. While Gaz looked at you with an awkward smile.

“Hey mama..” Gaz whispered as you stood there motionless.

Mama.. maybe that name will fit good enough until.. they figure out who’s child you’re having..

[cat-in-a-mech-suit]

Transmasculinity Throughout Time: Greek Mythology

This is a relief of Caeneus from Greek Mythology getting beaten into the ground by centaurs with trees. He is one of three trans men in Greek myths that I will be discussing! Not only am I looking at actual historical trans men, but examples of transmasculine figures in myths and stories too. The next one will be FtM crossdressing and transmasculine longings written in Shakespeare - I am still wondering though, what other examples of transmasculinity in fictional myths and stories are out there?

Reiterating, I am not any kind of authority on history and am getting my information from accessible internet resources- if you want a source on something specific, ask - many sources are slightly to very problematic in how they talk about gender and transmasculinity so I prefer to not post them directly but will give them in the comments on request if you want to look into something. For this post, I am just going off of Wikipedia. Anyways, anything I post in Transmasculinity Throughout Time is my own opinions, I will talk casually and formally (I don’t really distinguish formality due to autism), and I will use the pronouns of my best judgement. If you don’t like this series for any reason, cool, don’t interact. If you like it and want to give suggestions, cool. I would like to bring transmasculine histories to light in my own way, and welcome a curious and open minded discussion.

In Greek myths, there are three trans men who are known of: Caeneus, Iphis, and Leucippus. If you read the following about Caeneus, please be aware of the content: specifically, TW for SA. Skip to Iphis and Leucippus after the break if you’d prefer to avoid it.

Caeneus was the child of Elatus and Hippea. He was born a girl, but was transformed into an invulnerable man after being raped by Poseidon. In some accounts, he asked to be transformed to avoid pregnancy. In others, it is simply so he doesn’t suffer the same thing again. This narrative is very interesting to me. Some modern sanism and queerphobia manifests as the idea of transmasculinity, lesbianism, or queerness of any kind as a response to sexual trauma. But Caeneus wasn’t a one dimensional victim turned oppressor. He was the strongest warrior of his day after he was transformed, and became king of the Lapiths. Somehow, he angered the gods, exactly how is unclear - it is suggested that it could have been worshipping or encouraging others to worship a spear instead of the gods. As punishment, they sent centaurs after him.

The most popular story involving Caeneus is actually his battle with the centaurs, not his gender transformation. It was called centauromachy, a battle between Lapiths and centaurs. Because he was invulnerable, none of the centaurs weapons worked on him, and he was difficult to defeat - to kill him, they had to actually bury him in the earth by beating him down with stones and uprooted trees. These centaurs were transphobic too. They said:

“Shall I put up with one like you, O Caeneus?

For you are still a woman in my sight.

Have you forgot your birth or that disgrace

by which you won reward—at what a price

you got the false resemblance to a man?!

Consider both your birth, and what you have

submitted to! Take up a distaff, and

wool basket! Twist your threads with practiced thumb!

Leave warfare to your men!” (Ovid, Metamorphoses).

“Transandrophobia isn’t real” “trans men have no historical presence” Meanwhile greek mythology be like… anyways.. So .. Then.. the centaurs were defeated by him! He was invulnerable. But they could still beat him into the ground with uprooted trees. It is described in Races’ translation of Argonautica, Apollonius of Rhodes: “They rallied against him, but were not strong enough to push him back nor to kill him, so instead, unbroken and unbending, he sank beneath the earth, hammered by the downward force of mighty pine trees.” This makes me think about how transmasculinity is buried in history.. Onto the next myths!

Iphis and Leucippus both have very similar stories. Iphis was born of Ligdus and Telethusa. Ligdus only wanted a son, and said he would only let the child live if it was male. The goddess Isis asked Telethusa to keep the child regardless of how it is born, and promised her aid in the future. Iphis grew up raised as a boy, and was “officially” transformed by Isis before marrying a girl, Ianthe. From Ovid, Metamorphoses:

“Her face seemed of a darker hue, her strength seemed greater, and her features were more stern. Her hair once long, was unadorned and short. There is more vigor in her than she showed in her girl ways. For in the name of truth, Iphis, who was a girl, is now a man!”

Leucippus’ tale is almost the same, he was born of Lamprus and Galatea, Lamprus would only accept a male child, and Galatea concealed Leucippus’ birth sex from her husband, giving him a masculine name and referring to him as her son. Upon puberty, he was changed physically into a man by the goddess Leto. This story actually inspired a male rite of passage in Phaistos dedicated to Leto, and inspired a wedding custom where brides would lie next to an image or statue of Leucippus before weddings. Two customs in an ancient greek city being inspired by a story about a trans man is an important and cool fact methinks.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Eccentricities

Yandere! Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Dark Themes, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Yandere!Miguel is a warning on his own, spying, peeping, camera use, masturbation (m)

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Enjoy my brain rot I now infect you all I'm so sorry it took me so long to finish

Taglist: @vineberries9 @irmiki @autismsupermusicalassassin @obi-mom-kenobi @rin-matsuoka345-blog @loosecan @6thhokageswife @selarus @heyohalie @sapphire-and-ruby @night-spectrum @famouscattale @thespaceinbetweennothing @lazy-idate @toshimoshiko @saharadesertaj @flaps200 @amelialysm @fried-milkfish @zaunsin

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Pt. 1

You weren't sure if it was your luck, or your resume that landed you probably the easiest, most well-paying job you've ever worked. But man, were you glad whatever did get it, got it for you.

Little did you know, it was neither.

The truth is... your boss, Miguel O'Hara, noticed when you emailed it to him. Something about the pictures attached stirred something up inside him.

Maybe it was the soft, Mona Lisa-like smile in your photos, or maybe it was something else entirely. He himself didn't know it, the reason why you immediately piqued his interest.

Sure, he's hired female employees before, one or two housekeepers. They were always buxom girls looking for the whole "boss having sex with his hot maid" cliché. One even tried to trick him with a false pregnancy test, just for him to call her out with a body scan right then and there.

And yeah... he almost always wound up fucking them. But that was it. They were good, warm holes to fuck, that was all. Fuck them until he got bored with them, and toss them out; that's what he would do.

Hell, some of them weren't even good fucks... He'd had better sex from random women he brought home from clubs.

Thank god for non-disclosure contracts.

But you... He had a feeling you would last longer than all of them. There was something about you.

And whatever it was, when he met you for the first time in person in that tiny café, was absolutely intoxicating. Your scent, your voice, the way your eyelashes batted your cheeks, even the shy shuffle of one foot behind the other as you spoke with him.

He could already imagine himself splitting you open with his cock, right then and there. Making you gasp, and scream and writhe and beg him to show some mercy at how he would pummel that sweet little cunt of yours; showing everyone there that you now belonged to him.

But patience is a virtue, and good things come to those who wait.

And Miguel O'Hara always got what he wanted, in the end.

It was just a matter of waiting.

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"I just have to say that, I... It's very generous of you to offer me a room to stay in, Mr O'Hara." You say as he leads you down the hall.

"I really can't thank you enough."

He sucked in an imperceptible breath at your little smile and twinkling eyes as you rocked your head back to look up at him and meet his red-brown ones.

He flashed a smile, charming. His teeth were crooked in some places, but for some reason it put you a bit at ease. Despite his sheer size, Miguel looked... Normal. Drop dead gorgeous "normal", but still. It made him... more relatable to know someone like him wouldn't immediately run to a dentist to fix his teeth to project an image of perfection. That he wouldn't give in to vain appearances.

"Of course. You don't have to thank me at all." He said, leading you down the hall of his impossibly large house--no, mansion--to where you would be living.

"All my previous maids have been given their own spaces to live in, it's easier on them so they don't have to worry about arriving late, or paying for taxis or finding their own ways to work." He replied casually.

"Oh, actually, I'm curious about that. I haven't seen other staff around here, why is that?" You chirp innocently.

"Ah, well..." He said, giving a strained smile. He had to think of something. Fast. He couldn't possibly tell you the real reasons why. Maybe.

Yet.

"They simply didn't work out. Many of them didn't follow direction well and were constantly challenging my authority."

You frown, your brows furrowed. "Okay, arguing with your boss sounds kind of... Dumb."

"Indeed." He chuckled, his voice a deep timbre that you swear sent shivers right through your very bones.

"And as for why you are currently my own employee? Well. I do like my privacy." He tells you.

God, the smell of your perfume and the way your lips sparkled from that lip gloss...

"Ahem. Technically, the only other person you'll be seeing is Lyla."

"Lyla?" You echoed.

"Yes. She's my... assistant. Artificial intelligence. Don't let her snark fool you, she's not so bad once you get to know her." He smirked.

He could hear your pulse quicken whenever he smiled.

"Oh! An AI? I've... I've never actually met one. Like a literal one, not the ones they program into taxis..."

"No, she's far more sophisticated than that. Expertly programmed by me, smart... And of course there's the sense of humor, I don't know where she got that... But she won't bother you often." He assured you.

"Oh! Of course..."

"Now, here's your room." He gave you a grin over his shoulder as he reached for the control panel of the double doors. He could hear your heart pitter patter already.

The doors opened with a dramatic whoosh, and Miguel stepped aside for you to walk in.

He felt a smug sense of pride at your shock of the huge room he'd given you for your own personal space, and how you'd murmured that it was larger than your whole apartment.

Luxuriously furnished, it looked more like some kind of... Of ten-star hotel room or something!

The way your eyes sparkled and your mouth parted in a soft, excited smile. Everything about you had his heightened senses on alert, but not in a bad way.

You looked so soft. So delicious. Something about you made him want to devour you, bit by tiny bit.

"Mr. O'Hara, I... Oh I can't thank you enough! This is..."

"I'll leave you to it." He chuckled, giving a wave as he walked past you back out into the hall.

Pausing in the doorway, he gave you one last look.

"And you can call me Miguel... Pequeña ave."

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He simply couldn't wait and had to violently suppress the urge to drop to all fours and leap like an animal to his office and check the well-hidden, practically invisible cameras he had planted in your room and bathroom.

The moment he entered his office, he locked the door and turned Lyla's access to the room off to leave him to his privacy in case she called him.

Miguel felt a buzzing beneath his skin at the thought of what you could possibly do once you've fallen into a sense of safety and privacy, especially since he'd given you permission to have a few days to become acclimated to your new environment before you had to start work.

He sat on his chair and immediately opened up the files on his monitor, selecting the camera feeds until holograms of you at various angles were projected for him to see.

He watched intently as you unpacked your clothes, placing them in the large ornate dresser.

He already made a mental note to hire movers to bring the rest of your meager belongings to his house.

Yes. Yes.

You would stay.

For as long as he wanted you. And right now he could see himself wanting you for a very, very long time.

The moment you flopped on the bed, your breasts jiggling so beautifully to him, the cute look of surprise as you sunk so deep into the downy mattress before settling in with a relaxed groan that sounded so pornographic to his ears it sent blood rushing straight to his dick.

He leaned back, running his tongue over his fangs as he continued to watch you unwind and unpack, careful not to prick the sensitive muscle on the sharp bone.

He watched you pull a small black box out of one of your suitcases and hastily move to hide it beneath your clothes in your dresser.

Bottom row, far left side, all the way to the back. He made a mental note to inspect that drawer later.

Miguel leaned in towards the projections and tapped the one of you nearest to your new closet as you slipped your blouse off and down your shoulders, revealing your back and the straps of your bra.

The leather creaked under his weight as he shifted, switching the angle to the one directly above the closet, facing down, getting a full downward view of your breasts.

He groaned and reached down to palm at his cock that throbbed in his trousers, stroking the clothed flesh in languid motions, vein beating relentlessly along the length.

He let out a guttural groan when you bent over, slipping your shoes off and placing them on the rack within the closet.

He switched angles as you bent over again and pulled your pants off, revealing your cute ass peeking out from the cotton, cherry-print panties you wore.

He ripped his trousers down to his thighs and fisted his cock in his large hand. He was disappointed you didn't notice he went without boxers today, or maybe you had but were too shy to look.

You were putting on quite the show.

Surely, you couldn't be this naive, right? So innocent? You couldn't just believe some rich man would let you, a cute, sexy little thing live in his house without planting cameras in your room and bathroom?

You must know. You must simply know, and that is why you are sashaying your hips this way and that as you dump your clothes into the laundry bin and grab the vinyl bag containing your hygiene products.

He used his thumb to smear the stream of precum leaking viscously from the head of his cock, groaning as he switched the feed to your bathroom cameras.

He watched you place your pads and tampons in one of the drawers of the vanity, organize your oral hygiene products next to the sink. He studied each bottle of vitamins you placed, his eyes picking up the words "prenatal" on one.

He dropped his head back with a groan and rolled his hips, languidly stroking his dick as his eyes rolled back.

Prenatals. You weren't pregnant, he'd be able to smell it if you were. But already the thought of fucking you full of his cum played in his mind.

His head snapped up when he heard the shower turn on and he frantically switched the feed to the shower cam.

He watched and listened as you hummed a little song to yourself, giggling at the rainfall-like streams that filled the stall.

The way your lips parted and you made that little "oooh" sound had him wondering how you'd sound when he fucked you so hard your eyes crossed.

He began to pump his fist harder, the rivulets of precum giving him ample lubrication to stroke himself.

He ran a hand through his hair as he panted, watching you as you slowly slip your bra off and toss it to the floor, along with your panties.

His hand smashed the control after to change the camera to one that had a better angle of you.

He made a sound that was almost a whimper as you closed the stall door, stepping under the steamy water with a happy and content sigh.

Miguel bit at his bottom lip, fangs threatening to prick the plush skin.

Everything about you was cute and sexy, even that cute little patch of hair between your legs, cut into the shape of a heart.

The thought of lasering that hair off and replacing it with a permanent tattoo of his spider symbol... His own little brand...

He moaned loudly into the dark of his office, feeling his balls draw taut as his orgasm got closer.

Your hands lathered in shampoo, you started scrubbing your hair, your flesh jiggling deliciously as you rinse it out, nails scratching at your scalp.

He wondered what you'd do if he pulled your hair, what sounds you'd make.

He wondered how you'd do if he pulled your hair and made you choke on his cock.

"Mierda!" He hissed, pinching the base of his cock in an effort to stave off his orgasm.

Miguel continued to watch, giving himself teasing strokes as you conditioned your hair right after.

His fist pumped harder and faster when you began soaping up your hands to scrub your skin, cupping your breasts and brushing over your hard nipples.

His breathing was so fast he was practically hyperventilating, the tip of his cock leaking more and more, the length of it throbbing and twitching as you washed the soap off.

When you slipped your hands between your legs to clean yourself there, all Miguel could do was moan pornographically, grabbing at his balls and stroking his cock as he arched his hips off his chair, his thick ropes of cum painting his fingers and dripping down to his palm, splattering a part of his leg and the underside of his desk.

He dropped down, sighing as the buzz of his orgasm slowly faded.

He cut the feed to your room.

And in the dark, bright, ruby-red eyes opened and a fanged smile bloomed.

He was going to enjoy making you his.

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Pt. 2: Link

[mikimakiboo]

Two for the price of one

Small drabble for @ancha-aus 's new au ! Double Noot ! Or as I like to call it, Noot² ! :D

( part 1 by ancha, read it before reading this one maybe- )

Very short but I just wanted to make a little something because I find the concept particularly funny :')

I didn't go too deep into the lore since the story didn't really start yet, I just did the "encounter" with the gang so that's why it is INCREDIBLY short like fr and also because I underestimated how tired I am

Quick summary: Corrupt gets separated from Nightmare (Passive Nightmare, who is still six years old), everyone is confused

Tw: slight mention of miscarriage and pregnancy denial (ik it's weird lmao but dw there is context)

How did this happen ? How did they end up here ? Like this ? How did they end up with a child on their couch when they went out to fight the Star Sanses ?

None of them was speaking, just looking at the little skeleton with lavender eyelights on their couch, the little skeleton looking terrified. They couldn't blame him, who wouldn't be after all ? He appeared.. no, came out of Corrupt, in the middle of a battle field, almost got shot with an arrow, was brought into a new place and was now surrounded by five skeletons: one with four massive tentacles, one with empty sockets and black tar leaking from them, one with a big glowing red eye and a hole in his skull, one you couldn't see his face apart from two piercing mismatched eyelights, and one with a knife almost as big as the child. He had every right to be terrified.

Killer was the one to break the silence first.

- Sooooo... Poptart ?

Corrupt looked up after a few seconds, realizing that Killer was talking to him when he saw everyone's gaze locking on him. His gang, or mates as they called each other, didn't like the name Corrupt, it had a bad connotation, one that meant that he was inherently bad, that there wasn't any good in him, which, to them, was completely false, so as they started dating they also started giving him nicknames, two that came back very often were Poptart and Sweetpie. Corrupt struggled to get used to it, being more accustomed to being insulted, just like the villagers always did. But did they insult him ? They insulted Nightmare, they insulted that little child sitting in front of him, but he wasn't Nightmare, so was he really insulted ? It didn't matter, Dream insulted him too after all, and he wasn't aiming these insults at Nightmare, but at him.

He looked at Killer, waiting for him to say whatever he had in mind.

- Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant ? Or at least tell Horror or Dust cause judging by the kid's eyelights it was one of them who got you pregnant, cause blue and red makes purple so...

Saying that Corrupt was taken aback would have been an understatement, and it didn't help that they were all staring at him, waiting for him to confirm what Killer said. The child, despite still being tensed, was visibly confused as well, but not for the same reason, because he was pretty sure he wasn't anybody's kid, and especially their kid. He would have remembered it.

- I wasn't pregnant.

Corrupt answered after a moment, making Killer frown, doubting the statement.

- Isn't that called a pregnancy denial ? I mean we didn't see you gain weight either so...

Cross asked, a little unsure of how to tackle the subject, he never had to deal with a pregnant monster before, and maybe denials were a sensitive subject, he didn't want to upset his mate by being too straight forward.

Corrupt looked at them, disconcerted.

- I wasn't pregnant, I have never been pregnant, Nightmare was.. I thought.. he was supposed to be dead !

He argued, but he only gained a compassionate look from his mates. Killer put a hand on his shoulder, looking way more serious than he was accustomed to, and he heard Cross mumble Nightmare's name.

- It's okay Poptart, you could have told us you thought you had a miscarriage, we would have supported you, you know..

Horror nodded from behind Killer, and Corrupt knew Dust thought the same even without looking at him.

- For God's sake Killer, I was not pregnant !

He claimed again, wanting to end this nonsense before it got uncontrollable. Killer was about to respond when they heard a sob. They all turned in sync, and saw the child, Nightmare, with tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't like the yelling, it brought back too many bad memories, memories he would have preferred to forget. Corrupt shrugged to get Killer's hand off of his shoulder and went to the child, kneeling to be on the same level as him, and carefully wiped his tears with his thumb. Nightmare flinched, backing against the couch's case, but he didn't chase Corrupt's hand away.

- Hey I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled.. we're not gonna hurt you, you're safe here, you don't have to be scared..

Corrupt apologized, speaking with a soft tone to try and sooth the little one.

Nightmare looked at the goopy skeleton in front of him, still sniffling, but, somehow, he had a vague sense of déjà vu... something in him told him he had already heard those words, already felt this magic... the four white skeletons were new, that he was sure, but this black one, he was familiar...

- If you weren't pregnant... then where does he come from ?

Dust asked, sitting on the other couch, his legs still being sore from the fight. Horror had joined him, Killer and Cross were still standing.

Corrupt sighed, standing up too but staying next to the child who was now only staring at him, trying to remember where he saw him.

- That's Nightmare, the.. the true guardian of negativity, the one who allowed me to come to life by eating the apples. He started to explain as simply as he could. I.. thought he had died in the process, but turns out he was still there, just.. dormant, and invisible..

- But why show up now ?

Killer asked.

- I.. honestly, I don't know, but he's here now, and it's better he stays here.

Corrupt answered. Nightmare frowned, looking at the adult. He gave him life by eating the apples ? He did remember eating the apples from his tree, he remembered the villagers and the pitchforks, he remembered someone told him to let go when he took his first bite, they told him they would protect him, but he had to give up his mind and body. At that time, Nightmare didn't think much, he was already so scared, he would have done anything for someone to fight for him, to protect him, and when he heard this voice, he knew it was his only way out, and he gave up everything, his vision fading to black as he felt everything become numb. This skeleton had the same voice, and he was emanating negativity, a pure one, the same that emanated from his apples. Was he the voice ? He seemed so big... not as big as the other skeletons, but much bigger than him, especially with those tentacles coming from his back. Nightmare remembered his back hurting a lot more than the rest of his body, was it because of the tentacles ? They seemed to be heavy... he slowly reached out to the one that was the closest to him, putting his hand on the appendage, it was surprisingly soft and a little cold too... he felt the negativity swarm up around his hand, resonating with his own...

Corrupt looked down when he felt the child touch his tentacle. He didn't move it, letting him discover it as he pleased.

- So.. we're just gonna take care of a kid now ? Not that I want to abandon him, I sure don't, but.. are we qualified to do that ?

Cross hesitantly asked, tugging on his jacket. This castle was full of dangerous things for a child, and they weren't the most welcoming monsters either, even if he knew no one would hurt Nightmare, maybe he would be better with someone more qualified, like a Toriel or even an Asgore, monsters who had the parental instinct in their codes...

- We'll have to be..

Horror quietly said, looking at the little child on the couch, he had the same amazement in his eyes when looking at the tentacle that his brother always had before the famine took hold of everything...

Killer and Dust shared a look, not sure that they could raise a child. They raised their brother, but it ended up... pretty badly, they weren't sure they could raise someone properly after that. Cross was different, sure he killed his brother too, but he lived through so many different timelines, so many in which he was a good brother, in which he actually was caring until the end, he could manage to raise a child if he wanted to, if he trusted himself enough to do so, but them ? They would probably need to keep their distance, at least for a moment, at least until the kid started to learn how to fight back.

- I trust you all to look out for him, every one of you.

Corrupt assured, looking at his two mates from whom he had felt a peak of negativity. He knew what they were thinking about, but he also knew they wouldn't be a threat for the child, the simple fact that they felt apprehension from the thought of doing so alone was enough proof for him.

- For now he needs a bath, he said, Nightmare's bones and clothes being stained from the goop, I'll take care of it. Killer, you can go with Cross in Littletale and gather some clothes for him. Be careful not to be seen, we don't want the stars to know about that.

Killer nodded after a brief look to the child, and him and Cross disappeared in a portal, going to complete their mission.

- What about us ?

Dust asked.

- Horror can go cook dinner, with an extra dish, and you go to the infirmary and heal yourself, don't think I didn't notice you couldn't move your arm.

Dust didn't respond, only looking down in shame, he thought he hid it well...

Corrupt sighed, turning his attention to the little skeleton once they were alone. Nightmare had looked up when Cross opened the portal for him and Killer to leave, clenching on the tentacle, and was now staring at Corrupt, alert.

- Who... who are they... ?

The child hesitantly asked in a whisper, his voice quiet as he hadn't used it in five hundred years. He already knew who Corrupt was, he said it, but who were the others ? Were they the surviving villagers ? Would they try to finish the job ? What did they want from him ? Why bring him back with them ? Surely it couldn't be good, it has never been good when someone wanted him to stay somewhere...

- They are my... my partners, they have been working with me for many years, they won't harm you, I trust them. You can trust them, too, and if anything, I'll be here to protect you.

He tried to explain as simply as he could. He felt Nightmare relax a little, even if he could still feel his fear deep inside his soul, the child seemed to believe him, maybe because his feelings were clear and not tainted with mischief or bad intentions, or because Nightmare remembered who he was and knew he could at least rely on him a little.

Corrupt knew Nightmare wouldn't trust them straight from the beginning, but if he at least believed they wouldn't hurt him, then it was a good start, because now that he was here, Corrupt would never let him go out. He needed to protect him, he swore to him that he would protect him from the very moment he came to life, it was his whole purpose.

He wouldn't fail.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Remember Me? (Part three)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: sorry this one's a little short, but I thought I shouldn't keep you all waiting for long. Hopefully things would speed up in the story after this. Enjoy!

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A knock sounded on the door, and her son immediately jumped up, running towards it.

Y/n followed him, shaking her head with a smile. She opened the door while he hopped from one foot to the other. As soon as the door opened, a little body darted in, and Fin and his friend– his brother– ran off into the living room where her son had already spread out his toys.

Feyre called after Nyx, saying something about manners and etiquette, but Y/n told her to let the child be. Feyre then turned to Y/n, a nervous expression on her face.

"Hi. Um... I hope I not intruding. Nyx wouldn't rest until he met with his brother." Then she added hastily, "That's how he described Finnian."

Y/n smiled. "It's okay. You're not intruding. And Fin is happy too, so no harm done."

Feyre finally relaxed. "Rhys doesn't know about this. I told him that i was taking Nyx out for a mother son day in Velaris."

Y/n smiled gratefully as the two women walked to the living room. She knew she could trust Feyre. And even if her judgement was false, then atleast Rhys wasn't here yet. So that was progress.

As the two little boys played, their mothers talked. At first, it started with talking about their pasts and childhood. How they grew up, and that, despite the vast differences in their living conditions, they had mostly same lives. Feyre was poor, and she didn't have the freedom to explore things that would have caught any little girl's fancy because she was busy trying to keep the family going.

And how, despite Y/n having been born in a rich family, she didn't have any freedom. Because, being of the elite class came with more shackles. She had to dress up and sit all pretty, waiting for when her father eventually decided to sell her off.

They talked and laughed, forgetting they were supposed to hate each other. They didn't notice how long they sat there until it was time to leave. Feyre abruptly stopped talking, her eyes going distant before focusing back on Y/n. She smiled helplessly.

"It was Rhys. He was asking when we were going to return."

"Oh. You're leaving?"

"We have to, or he might become suspicious or insist on joining us. He thinks we are just having a walk around Velaris." Turning to the boys who were drawing, sprawled on the floor, Feyre stood up. "Nyx, come. We have to go."

"No." Nyx whined. "I want to play more."

Feyre blinked, taken aback. "Dad– daddy's waiting for us. Don't you want to go out with him and play?"

"Tell him to play with uncle Cass and Az." Nyx didn't look up from whatever they were drawing, looking at Fin's paper before going back to his.

"He could be missing you."

"But I'm not missing him." The little boy sat up as Fin watched the exchange happening between his brother and his mother. Y/n could practically see the gears churning in his brilliant little head, but she was not sure what might be going on there.

"He should go to sleep. If he sleeps, time will pass quickly for him and he will not miss me in his sleep." Nyx splayed his palms, speaking as if Feyre was a child and she was refusing to understand something of importance.

Y/n huffed out a laugh as Feyre hid her smile behing a hand. She then spoke gently, trying to convince Nyx. "We have important work to do at home baby. We'll meet with Fin again sometime soon." She faltered, glancing at Y/n, who turned to Nyx.

"Yes Nyx, your mommy is right. You should go home to your daddy. You can come here whenever you want to play with your brother." Feyre smiled gratefully at her when Nyx finally stood up.

Before they left, the boys embraced each other and Y/n kissed Nyx's cheek, Feyre doing the same for Fin.

At night when Y/n was getting Fin ready for bed, he asked something that stopped Y/n's whole world.

"Mama... where is my daddy? I want a daddy too." His voice was so quiet, if she hadn't been listening to it intently, she wouldn't have heard him over the sound of rain pouring heavily over Velaris. "I do have a daddy, don't I? Everyone has a daddy right?"

She froze, her hand resting on his shoulder as she stared at him with wide eyes. "Darling... yes, you do have a daddy. But why do you want to meet him? Did someone say something?"

"Sam was playing with his dad yesterday, and this morning he asked where my dad was. I told him I didn't have one, but he laughed at me. He said everyone has a daddy. And then Nyx was also talking about his daddy today, though it seemed like he didn't want to meet him."

Tears pricked in Y/n eyes, but she tamped it down. She didn't know how to answer his questions. This little boy was so innocent and full of life, and she didn't want to break his world by telling him the truth. He wasn't old enough for that. So she did the only thing that she could think of. She lied.

"You do have a daddy, but he has some important work somewhere else. As soon as he's done, he'll come back to you."

"Really?" When she nodded, he jumped excitedly. "Did he love me like Nyx's and Sam's daddy love them?"

"Yes baby, he loves you very much. But don't you think we should go to sleep? We can talk about this tomorrow."

Fin nodded happily before plopping down on her bed. She smiled, swallowing the lump in her throat.

He had been sleeping with her since the encounter with Rhys had left her reeling. Everywhere she went, she was always looking over her shoulder, feeling like he was watching them. Even in her own home she felt unsafe. She had this fear that Rhys would whisk her precious son away in the middle of the night when she was unaware.

A knock sounded before she could get into bed, and she furrowed her brow. Who could be here at this hour?

She stood and made her way to the front door, and stilled when she opened the door to find a beautiful male standing there dripping wet from the rain.

She wasn't shocked because of the fact that someone would be here seeking shelter from the rain. What shocked her was the person. Who it was.

Eris.

"Hello little one." He smiled at someone behind her shoulder, and she stiffened again.

"Hi!" Fin laughed, waving. "You're here!"

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Part 4

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[annikin-annotates]

Family Ties

Hi hello, good morning friends. I’m giving you a steaming serving of Ascended!Astarion x Spawn!Tav to soothe (or anger?) your souls. I hope you enjoy this one shot as much as I did writing it. With that being said, I’m not paying for ya’lls therapy bills. I don’t think this one is too traumatic, if anything, it’s tame.

TW: Gore, Recapping of the ritual, Ascended Astarion being his bastard self, brief mentions of birth and pregnancy, having to give up a child (for their own safety). 

Word Count: 2.6K

‘I’m doing this for you, too, you know. To make sure we are both safe, forever.’

She watched on in silent horror as the scene played out before her. “No, no. No healing sleep for you. Wake up!” Astarion hissed, as he ripped Cazador out of his coffin, his body splaying out awkwardly on the floor. 

“Get your hands off me, worm,” Cazador spat indignantly as he pushed himself from the floor to a kneeling position, still reeling from the force of being thrown. 

Astarion laughed heartily. “Hah! I’m not the one in the dirt,” his eyes darkened, a smirk curving the corners of his mouth, for the first time in two hundred years he held all the cards, he had the upper hand; and it felt good. He stared Cazador down, his body coiled like a snake ready to strike. “I am so much more than what you made me,” he looks to her, a silent plea in his eyes, “I can do this, but I need your help.”

There was no question that she would help him, she would have done whatever he had asked her to do, “All right, what do you need me to do?” she asked him, her fists clenched at her sides. Gods, she would have set the world ablaze if only to see him smile. 

“I need your eyes,” he paused for a moment, the air was so still around them that it was almost suffocating. “Use the parasite - link your mind to mine so I can see the scars on my back and copy them onto his.” 

“You would not dare!” Cazador seethed, though his voice betrayed him - that self-righteous air he had traded for something more human, fear. 

“I would, and I will,” his voice was laced with fury. Two hundred years of suffering surfacing, she could see it in the way his hands shook as they held the knife. His eyes softened as they found hers again. “Help me do this, please.” Astarion looked to her pleadingly, crimson eyes glassy and full of desperation - he needed this. He needed her. 

They recoiled slightly as their minds melded together, becoming one as the pain subsided and the world came back into focus once more. The weight of the dagger felt heavy in his hand, she could feel his fingers shifting nervously along the hilt. She could see Cazador from his perspective, cowering on the floor before Astarion, his hands raised in front of him; as if a pleading look would put the pain of the past to rest. 

She could feel how Astarion hungered for power, and it was all within his reach, wealth, power, freedom - it was intoxicating. She trusted him, trusting him was the right thing to do - helping him achieve the only thing he wanted was the right thing; if it was the right thing to do, then why did it feel so wrong? Why did standing idly by and watching a man be carved apart to feel the pain that he inflicted upon so many feel so wrong? 

And so the cycle would continue. 

—

He was not hers anymore, that much was clear; Astarion had changed beyond recognition. While yes, he looked like Astarion and most certainly sounded like Astarion, he was not him, not in the way that mattered. Loving gazes now traded for looks filled with hunger and thirst, for both more power and blood. The man she had fallen for on her unexpected journey was as good as dead, a colder - crueller thing having taken his place. No, the Astarion she loved was nothing if not merciful. 

For a time she had lulled herself with a false sense of hope that once the power became less novel, he would return to her. That his softness would begin to peek through again, he would smile again, that’s all she wanted. He had become a monster disguised as a dashing prince, but he was the very thing that mothers warn their misbehaving children about. The dark shadow that stalked pretty maidens and handsome young men down dark alleys, draining them of all they are - of all they could be. 

With the same hands that gave him freedom, he sentenced her to a fate worse than death, an eternity of servitude. The worst of it all was that she did it, she helped him with her own two hands, she allowed him to ascend. And when his greed came again, all hungry eyes and jagged teeth; she gave herself to him, and he took from her, hungrily and without mercy, the choices she could have made, ripped away. 

He hid her true position with flowered words, ‘My Dark Consort,’ his honeyed voice would whisper to her in the cover of darkness. The words sounded as wrong now as they did back then. Though she supposed it didn’t matter now, the die was cast and she had no choice but to lay in the grave she had dug. 

And what a grave she had chosen. 

She was glad she could not see herself in the mirror, what would she see? The sadness that clung to her eyes, or the bloodthirsty beast that now wore the skin of a woman long gone. She wasn’t sure she would even recognise the person staring back at her, a hollow husk of what she once was. She had sharper reflexes, eternal life and beauty, all the jewels and dresses she could want, and yet there was an ever growing emptiness that made home in her. 

What good was eternal life if you couldn’t live for yourself?

—

Silence usually blanketed the palace, a quiet so thick it felt as though no creature could break it. The sort of quiet that told you to run and never look back, that made your ears ring, a bone chilling, deafening silence. A blood curdling scream tore through the stillness of the palace, the usual quiet that the night brings becoming forfeit. 

Her hair clung to her forehead as she hissed and groaned through the pain, bringing life into the world felt as painful as taking it. It felt as though a wild animal was fighting to stay within her, its claws digging into her, like it knew the type of environment it was being brought into. She couldn’t blame it, though it did not have a choice. She gasped as relief washed over her, chest still heaving from exertion.   

That eerie stillness came crashing back down on the palace, hanging in the corners of the room like an unwanted voyeur. With the quiet came a familiar feeling that wrapped its claws into her heart and squeezed, dread. There was no noise coming from her child, why was it not crying? Her baby should be crying, there should be an ear splitting wailing filling the room; her eyes began to water, a lump forming in her throat.

She could not bear to put another loved one in the ground. 

A shrill cry tore through the room, forcing the silence back into exile once more, as if the small thing now in her arms had heard her prayers. It was a little girl, a daughter, and she was perfect in every single way that mattered: ten fingers, ten toes and a beating heart she could feel thrumming beneath her fingers. 

Had she always been this cold? Is this what she used to feel like to Astarion? Warm and soft, and so fragile.

She held the babe close to her chest, taking in every inch of her; her sweet, sweet little girl. Her finger shakily stroked the softness of her cheek, her breath hitched in her throat as her little eyes opened - two green irises stared back at her. Her long, dead heart fluttered in her chest, tears pricking the corners of her eyes; those green eyes were his, a little piece of the man she loved. From that moment on she vowed that no harm would befall her little girl, her sunlight.

It was hours before Astarion entered their shared chambers to meet his daughter, the bed sinking slightly the only thing that pulled her from her loving trance. She angled her body slowly towards him leaning into his form, she felt him go rigid at the contact - she did not care. She couldn’t take her eyes off the sleeping child in her arms, this tiny thing gave her eternal life new meaning. “Meet our daughter, my love,” she whispered, softly brushing the edges of the soft blanket she was swaddled in away from her face. 

She tore her gaze away from her world to look at Astarion, whose eyes had softened a small bit; before turning steely once more. “A daughter? Does she have a name?” he asked with raised brows, his voice too loud, too cocksure. He reached for the child, taking the babe from her arms before she could protest. Little brows furrowed and she let out a small whine of disapproval before settling into her fathers arms; she could have ripped his throat out for disturbing their child’s rest.

She shook her head. “No, but I think the name Juniper suits her,” she paused for a moment, imagining what her life would have been like if none of this had happened. Would she have returned to the grove where she grew up?  She cleared her throat softly, “It reminds me of the berries that grew by my home as a child.”

Astarion scoffed at the suggestion, it made her blood boil with contempt for him - a feeling that had become all too familiar over the last two decades. “My dear, my - I mean our daughter needs to be named something strong, fearsome, something like…” he paused for a moment, looking deeply into the eyes of their daughter. She hoped that when he looked at her that he saw the ghost of himself, she prayed it would make him rethink the person he had become. “Maitenirr. Now that’s a name fit for an Ancunin, isn’t it my darling?” 

A scoff threatened to fall from her lips, she swallowed both the anger and vitriol that rises in her throat. How dare he? How dare he snatch her child from her arms and name her. How could he not see that he held the sun in the crook of his elbow? Did he not understand that the small bundle was hers and hers alone? She nodded in agreement, a smile that didn’t reach her eyes tugging at her lips. She knew better than to go against his judgement. “Of course my love, what a lovely choice.”

Astarion had taken the privilege to name their daughter, it made her heart twist to hear a name with such a dark meaning put to a child. Bringer of Death, he told her that she needed a name that was as strong and as fearsome as the family she was born into, the throne she was now heir to. But her child was the embodiment of the sun, if holding her was as close as she would get to feeling the sun's rays on her skin, then that was okay with her.   

With each passing day, she wondered how someone like Astarion managed to have a hand in creating something as perfect as their daughter. She could see so much of him in her already, they had the same noses, they shared pointed ears, she smiled in her sleep like he does; like he used to. The more she grew, the more she realised they had the same mannerisms too, always quick to fuss and even harder to soothe.

The more Maitenirr grew, the more things became apparent about her; she loved the darkness and it seemed to like her too. She would reach out to shadowy corners while in her mothers arms, babbling away to them like they could hear her - like they were sentient. It was a secret best kept between herself and the shadows, for as long as possible.  

She couldn’t keep Maitenirr’s ability away from her husband for much longer, she had begun to conjure things - beings not of this world, from the shadows. She needed to devise a plan to get her daughter to safety; she would never forgive herself if her guiding light was dimmed by her fathers hands. She would protect her child if it was the last thing she did, from everyone; including Astarion - especially Astarion. 

If she was to expedite her daughter somewhere safe, she would need to be cunning about it, she would need to outfox a fox. It consumed her every waking moment, numerous plans scrapped; she almost thought about calling in a favour with Raphael of all people. There was one person in Baldur’s gate that she could trust to get her Juniper to safety, she prayed that they would do this act of kindness for her.

—  

"Please, take her. Take her to safety, do not tell me where. If he comes to me I will have no choice but to tell him. Please, he will ruin her if he finds her gift," she pleaded, pushing the bundle into his arms. Giving Juniper away felt like ripping her heart from her chest, exposing the softness of a person long dead, Juniper was a weakness she couldn’t afford to have exploited. 

“You don’t understand what you’re asking me to do,” he told her, taking a step back, his hands coming to gently push the child away. She could smell the fear that came off him in waves; she could see it in his eyes. 

She looked at him, her eyes full of terror and sadness. “I do, Wyll. Of course I do, but it needs to be you. If he looks for her, which he will; I cannot know where she is. I will be the first person he comes to,” her voice shakes. “I know I ask a lot of you, but please, protect my daughter. Give her a fighting chance, Wyll.” 

He sighed, taking the child into his arms. “I will make sure she gets to safety, you have my word,” he swore, his voice solemn. The moment he took Juniper into his arms, she had to fight the urge to snatch her back from him, it took everything in her not to scream: she is the only good I have found in this world, please don’t take it from me. She blinked back her tears, no, this was better. She would not sit idly by and watch another innocent suffer at the hands of a monster that she created. 

“Thank you, Wyll. you have no idea what this means.” Her child would have a fighting chance at a life untainted by cruel hands. She turned away slightly, drying the tears that had begun to spill. Now was not the time for tears, she would have eternity to shed them, now was the time to dig deep - to be strong, one last time. 

“Her name is Juniper, if there is one thing from this life that I can give her - it's her name,” she added, backing away from the both of them. Small hands reached out towards her, a dissatisfied grunt tumbling from tiny lips. She looked around nervously, she didn’t have much time, she rushed to the child one final time, pressing a kiss to the patch of white amongst the rest of her dark hair. A small piece of him. 

“Your mother loves you, more than you will ever know. Giving you up is my greatest sacrifice, I love you, my Sunlight,” she whispered into her hairline before stepping back several paces, she looked to Wyll once more. “Get her out of here, Wyll.” She made her way up the main staircase, away from the door, she dared not look back. 

The vipers fangs have bared, she must protect her brood. 

Thank you for reading, Please take a moment to comment or reblog my work, it really brightens my day and gives me the boost to keep creating!

Beta read by the lovely: @arcielee and @amiraisgoingthruit

[mushroomnoodles]

So, PB put a seal on Simon to keep the baby in there for longer than an average pregnancy. About how long did it last? Was it maybe an extra month or so?

P.S. love your art, and this is an awesome narrative you've been building ;D

thank you so much! i really didn't anticipate my comfort art to actually develop a storyline but here we are lmao

cw/tw for sfw and nonfetish mpreg

the seal PB put on simon lasted a little over three months! three. months.

simon misery era part 4. golbaby was forced to stay in developmental stasis- this seal was meant to contain something powerful like them. it couldn't grow and simon couldn't go into labor. this patch was rough for him- he was very pregnant and uncomfortable, and he didnt like how hard it was to remember things sometimes- reminded him of when he was turning into the ice king.

morrigan was also uncomfortable, and went from like.. not moving a whole lot to quite the opposite.. which made it hard for simon to sleep.. so he was very tired and had a habit of taking one big ass nap after struggling for a good nights rest for days. plus, pb's late night machine tests weren't very sleep schedule friendly, and simon kept having false contractions.

however, with a lot of effort, golbaby did break the seal put on it- though it took a lot out of them, and the human form it chose to develop as was not helping. simon had no idea the seal even broke.

[llamaisllama777]

Fan theories that I like that are just WAY TOO SAD to be canon from different fandoms I'm in.

Like is a strong word, maybe interest me? Peak the morbid part of my brain? Anyways he's some fan theories from different fandoms I'm in.

Last one left standing theory

This is a theory I saw a while ago on here. The theory basically said that What if all of the TSAMS and LAES has already happened and the videos we are watching are just recordings made by Sun trying to make himself feel better and still bring joy to people even after all his family are gone. Basically, Lunar, Moon, Earth, Solar, Dazzle, Jack, Monty, all gone. Either all died or moved away or moved on in Dazzle's case. And now Sun is the last Celestial left standing and, in his sadness, decided to upload the videos online to make himself feel better to make it feel like they're still here. When in reality, it's just Sun. All alone.

(TW//Miscarriage)

Batman accidentally killed Harley's baby.

So, this is a pretty dark one. So, in Batman Arkham city near the beginning of the game, Batman walks into the church where Joker is supposedly when Batman walks in there. Harley jumps out from behind an army of guys with guns and tries to attack Batman, but as Batman, you grab Harley's leg, throw her, and slam her and her stomach into a wall. Harley walks it off like everything is fine and leaves the goons to watch Batman while she goes back to Joker.

Later, after you escape the church and make your way through Joker's fun house after the boss fight with Hammer you can find a baby crib with a positive pregnancy test on the floor. Harley is pregnant with the Joker's child.

(Rut Ro Raggy!)

After you beat the game, and if you have the Harley Quinn's revenge DLC, you play as Robin trying to rescue Batman, who's been captured by Harley. As Robin, you can find that same room where you found the crib and the positive test from the base game, but this time, it's... different. In the crib is a puppet of a child Joker with the positive test in the crib while scattered around the room is dozen upon dozens of negative tests. And while the box warns of the possibility of false positives, some fans myself included have come to a darker conclusion.

(Now, while I don't believe Batman is responsible for the child's death, I have a different theory on that this theory is decently popular in the Arkham fandom)

Theory basically says when Batman threw Harley into the wall, it caused her to miscarry.

This theory is super messed up! Not only does it mean Batman unknowingly broke his one rule (no killing), Harley lost her child, that's... this theory is all around sad. But at least in Batman Arkham Knight, it's hinted Harley is pregnant again.

Literally any "is in a coma/is all a dream theory"

Pokémon, Ben 10, Adventure Time all have the infamous "The main character is in a coma/everything is a dream" theory. Look, I think theories like this. They're neat.

If not slightly morbid and kind of a let down

But imagine if you spent years/decades enjoying this wonderful/crazy world only for it to be revealed, it was all fake! An illusion made in the mind of the bedridden main character.

No thank you. Interesting theory. I like it but please no.

So, these are just some dark theories from different fandoms . I hope you enjoyed these dark theories I have stumbled upon.

[midcenturypartum]

what happened with evinrude’s other partners? how did he and Miriam get to know each other? Thank you for the wonderful art.

Thank you for the interest and kind words! sorry for the late reply haha I ended up with a long answer dumping quite a bit of lore and got a bit sheepish. Initially I didn’t have plans to pair them with each other, it’s just one of those cases when you have two characters and are like hmm what if?

To start Evinrude and Mariam met because Mariam is a doula! she was originally a masseuse who began training due to the compassion she felt for pregnant clients, and a desire to provide them with care beyond prenatal massage, particularly those who struggle finding someone who will advocate for their reproductive rights.

She has no medical training of course, but she’s excellent at providing new parents with platonic love and support and often sticks with them for 2 weeks postpartum. Evinrude was her client for his first 4 children.

more about Evinrude's past partners under the cut but tw for death and reproductive abuse

Evinrude’s children have 3 different non-gestational parents. He was in a throuple with 2 loving spouses for most of his 20s. When they were ready to have children Anita was born, conceived with Gail, then Henry, Eleanor, and Theo, conceived with Thomasin. They worked and met at a textile & shoe manufacturer owned by Gail’s parents, where Evinrude learned his trade, and they had a collective goal of opening a small independent tailor & shoemaker workshop, despite Gail’s parents often interfering out of their desire to pass their business to him.

Gail and Thomasin are passed. They died due to a fire that broke out at the factory, caught up in rapid flames that spread through the highly flammable fabrics they worked with. Evinrude, primarily working with high flashpoint materials common in shoemaking, managed to get out in time.

Gail’s parents never approved of their only son’s queer-poly relationship, and not having any more heirs after his passing went after Anita, trying pretty ruthlessly to paint Evinrude as an “unfit parent incapable of providing for 4 children on his own.” This ordeal lasted for 2 years, and when the stress and instability started to affect his kids Evinrude was officially at his lowest. He became distant from everyone he knew when Gail and Thomasin were alive, including Mariam, and jumped too quickly into a new relationship with his attorney Oleander.

His initial attraction was due to the lawyer’s commitment to the case, as Oleander managed to bankrupt Anita’s grandparents with countersuits by not only Evinrude but several employees/families effected by the fire, with evidence that the disaster was preventable, forcing them to drop the custody suit.

Their attraction to each other was very strong during the case and they got married on a whim, but cracks began to show quickly. They were very different people with irreconcilable differences and did not get along. However Oleander, while indifferent, was at the very least not ugly to Evinrude’s kids so he stayed for the stability it brought to their lives. Violet and Carol were conceived with Oleander.

He had zero plans to have children with Oleander and had been very explicit with him about this before they married, so Violet was his first surprise/unplanned pregnancy. However, her birth helped ease some of the tension in their relationship, and things looked very hopeful.

When the novelty of a new baby seemed to wear off of Oleander, they both agreed (i.e. he convinced Evinrude) to have another under the false implications it would “fix” the marriage again, but their arguments merely escalated.

It was during one of these arguments that it’s revealed Violet’s conception was not an accident, and that Oleander had sabotaged Evinrude’s birth control. Evinrude began making plans to leave.

Since the ordeal with Anita the fear of his children being taken from him was and is always on his mind, so the day he left he had Oleander sign a document relinquishing parental rights to Violet and soon-to-be Carol, blackmailing him with information that Oleander had been embezzling money from his clients for years.

Evinrude is very proud, and struggles to ask for help. He reconnected with Mariam mostly to apologize for becoming distant with her. Mariam, thankfully, is an emotionally intelligent person, informing him that she was expecting a baby of her own and making him a deal where they help and support each other as single parents. Him and his kids ended up never leaving.

i hope to flesh them and their relationship out more as i continue to entertain them as a couple, i'm leaning towards something more queer-platonic as Mariam was originally created as a way to explore an ace/aroace person who chooses to have a baby. if you made it this far thank you for reading ;o;

[luneemeritus]

I really want to see Octavia's internal conflict about the situation around her and her own existence. Because, until now, we only see her dealing with her daddy issues problems (which I understand the criticism, it bothers me how she's one-dimensional at this point). But I want her to deal with the truth about her existence as a precotionary heir from an arranged marriage.

(TW: MENTIONS OF MARITAL R@P3 AND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE)

Her parents were forced to marry. She only exists because her mother raped her father multiple times before getting pregnant (or whatever the term for bird/egg pregnancy is). If her father was able to choose and live the life he wanted since the start, she wouldn't exist. Her existence was forced upon the person that she loves the most (because yes, she clearly loves her father very much despite their complicated relationship). Octavia only exists because her father was forced into horrible, abusive circumstances.

Octavia was born to be an heir, to serve a family. She wasn't planned out of love, like other kids usually are, and this is extremely painful to know. Specially considering that she is the result of a marital rape. Yes, Stolas love her more than anything, he's doing his best to protect her and make her happy, but still, imagine dealing with the fact that you only exist because of coercion and abuse.

I'm also excited to see Octavia's relationship with Stella. She constantly witness her mother's abuse against her father, yet she still doesn't understand the situation completely. Fair, she's a kid and is living under terrible circumstances. But she needs to know the truth, maybe not every detail, though. Which lead me think: before, I thought Stolas is the one who needs to explain the situation for her... but now that I think about, I changed my opinion. Why? Because I doubt Octavia would believe him completely, since she could think he's "giving false excuses to justify his cheating". I think STELLA will be the one to explain everything to her.

Which is, you know, very dark and tragic. Imagine if Octavia ever confronts Stella about her behaviour towards Stolas, and then in respond she's dumped with terrible reveals about the nature of their marriage and maybe even more explicit details about the domestic violence. Idk, maybe she overhears Stella joking with her friends about the times when she raped Stolas, imagined how heartbroken and horrified she would be? But as the wise Mewtwo once said, "the circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant, it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are." So yeah it doesnt matter if you were born throught a bad circumstances, you're worth and valid 🙌🏼

Angst aside, I want Octavia to be a savage and powerful witch, learn all the magic her father teaches and more. I want her to be a powerful witch princess, the one that puts fear onto humans and other demons. Let 👏🏼 her 👏🏼 be 👏🏼 unhinged 👏🏼 she's a royal demon after all

[hazbin-mpreg]

Mom Alastor week day seven: labor/birth word count: 2.6k

TWs: graphic birth scenes, surprise baby authors note: and that’s a wrap to Alastor mom week, even though I’m hella late to it- I actually really enjoyed writing up all of these!

Story under cut!

“You were due yesterday..” Alastor muttered, staring at the calendar that had bright red X’s marked through it up until today.

This pregnancy wasn’t easy by any means, he was truly done with it. He simply wanted his energy back.

But this baby- being the king of hell’s was stubborn as could be. Giving a sigh, he set down his pen once more. Eyes drifting down to his low sitting bump.

Truth be told, he had been experiencing pains for the last several days, but figured it was just his body’s way of preparing for actual labor.

“Let’s go get some tea hmm?” He spoke aloud, earning a lazy kick from the baby. “I suppose you agree-“He mumbled, smile stretched thin. Clearly running low on positive energy as Charlie would like to call it.

The baby felt so heavy on his already small pelvis. But he knew this likely wouldn’t change until they decided to make their appearance.

He wasn’t in his usual suit, having opted for a nightgown, the only thing that truly felt comfortable around his large frame.

Making his way down the stairs was a bit difficult, out of breath by the time he reached the bottom. Brows furrowed, he paused- leaning heavily into his cane as he cradled his tight middle.

“Ah..” his brow quivered as he felt a real pain- definitely not a false one. It actually hurt, which had caught him off guard as he gripped thd base of the staircase.

As it let up, he straightened himself (or at least the best he could), shuffling into the small community kitchen (at least that’s what Charlie called it), rummaging around for the tea he tended to keep on hand while the water boiled in the kettle on the stove top.

“Whatcha ya doing?” A familiar voice spoke from the doorway as Alastor’s eye twitched.

He recognized that annoying voice anywhere.

Lucifer.

What was the king of hell doing up this late anyway? Alastor hadn’t seen him up this late ever before at the hotel.

Giving a sigh, he turned around to face the other, blinking slowly a few times. Not at all surprised with the others' duck attire for sleeping.

“I am making tea-“ Alastor spoke, deciding to keep his answer short and simple. Hoping the other would simply leave.

But that didn’t seem to be the case, watching as Lucifer snapped his fingers- a chair appearing near Alastor as the king of hell scooted it closer with his foot.

“You should sit down-“ Lucifer shrugged, stretching his arms over his head. “You look like your about to fall over-“ he mused, eyes wandering to the radio demons' swollen middle.

“I am just fine!” Alastor snapped, radio static creeping up in the background as he glared at the other.

Though the chair did look tempting- he wasn’t entirely used to standing this long. Most days were spent confined to his chair or bed, not having the energy to move around the hotel like he used to.

“Hey— listen, I’m just trying to help-“ Lucifer raised his hands up in surrender.

Alastor sighed, finally sitting down, almost crying from the relief he felt. At least until another twinge of pain hit, this time more pronounced, making him grip the counter top with a grunt.

“You good?” Lucifer questioned as he stood at the stone, in the middle of preparing Alastor’s tea. Since Alastor became pregnant, Lucifer trailed behind him like a lost puppy.

He had figured out most of the things Alastor liked, including the way his tea was prepped (even if that was Nifty’s help more then anything). But with the way the other looked at the moment, he was starting to have doubts about Alastor being okay. He sure didn’t look okay-

“I said I’m fine-“ Alastor spoke, straightening himself up as he eyed the cup warily. He wasn’t exactly fond of people preparing his food (or drink for that matter really), but he was allowing Lucifer to help for the time being. He wasn’t even sure why he was letting the other help him if he was being honest. Lucifer was the one that put him into this damned situation after all.

Lucifer eyed him up once more, giving a sigh as he held out the cup of tea to the radio demon.

“Careful it’s—“ Lucifer paused, cutting himself off. He felt a bit stupid for reminding Alastor the damn cup was hot.

“Yes I’m aware it’s hot-“ Alastor muttered, though there wasn’t much of a bite to his words. He was just too tired to truly care at that moment.

Taking a sip of his tea, he gave a small hum- surprised (and delighted- though he’d never outwardly say that to the king of hell) that the tea tasted delicious. Just the way he liked it.

At least until he felt another pain, and a sudden release of pressure in his pelvis.

The wetness between his legs was startling, ears pinned down as he immediately set the cup down on the counter. Swearing under his breath as the rapidly growing wet spot.

That had caught Lucifer’s attention, mouth gaped open as he stared at the radio demon.

“What was that?” Lucifer blurted out, of course he knew what it was- he had been through labor himself with Charlie. But he hadn’t experienced someone else being in labor, so he was honestly clueless.

“What do you think it was?!” Alastor hissed, glaring at the other. His ears still pinned.

“Oh shit..” Lucifer muttered, awkwardly standing there- at a complete loss on what to do.

At least until Alastor started making his way to the door.

“Wait!” Lucifer cried, quickly following behind the other. “What are you doing?!” He asked, completely dumbfounded on the fact that Alastor was seeming to head back upstairs.

“I’m going upstairs..” Alastor paused, turning his head to look at the other with an equally confused expression.

He wasn’t about to start panicking, there was no real need, or at least he hoped.

While he didn’t know exact things about childbirth, he figured this would take quite a while from the bits he could remember of his mothers work from his human life.

“By yourself?” Lucifer asked, still staring at the other, so tense he looked ready to explode it seemed like.

“Yes..” Alastor trailed off, still staring back at Lucifer like the other had grown two heads.

“Why?!” Lucifer’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“I can do this by myself-“ Alastor spoke bluntly, as Lucifer continued to stare.

‘Or at least I hope-‘ was the thought that occurred to Alastor as another pain suddenly dawned on him. This time it was likely the strongest one yet, he barely had time to grip the doorway as he let out an audible gasp.

Lucifer was there in an instance, slowly helping the other down onto his knees. “Hey hey—“ Lucifer spoke, offering his hand out for Alastor to squeeze.

“It’s alright— it’ll be over in a minute-“ Lucifer spoke, voice soft.

Alastor couldn’t speak, his eyes screwed shut, teeth grit.

As the contraction finally let up, he sagged against the doorframe.

At that moment, he knew he needed help. Even if he really didn’t want it, he was beginning to realize this was something he couldn’t do alone.

“Fine.. I will allow you to help me..” Alastor finally spoke, raising his head to look at the other.

“Oh!” Lucifer blinked, helping the other slowly stand back up. He wasn’t expecting Alastor to allow it, nerves settling in his stomach.

“Well, first things first- let’s get you upstairs and into your tower-“ Lucifer explained, allowing the laboring demon to lean against him as they walked.

The way up the stairs was miserable for Alastor, with his waters now gone- he could feel just how low the baby was sitting.

—

The next several hours were spent in a daze, struggling between each contraction.

Now finally in his transition stage, things were definitely picking up, he had stripped out of his nightgown. It felt far too constricting in his current state.

He hadn’t been allowing Lucifer to touch him, but at the moment he was allowing the other to wipe down his face with a cool washcloth. Something or another of Lucifer fussing about him overheating. At this point he didn’t know or really care what the other was saying, the pains were so intense he was practically in tears.

This particular one seemed to drag on and on, his back tight, stomach just as tight. The pain even went down his legs (much to his surprise), it felt like he was having everything squeezed out of him.

“Lucifer-!” He suddenly gasped, the urge to push was strong- overwhelming even.

Ears pinned flat to his head, Alastor had struggled to pull himself into a semi sitting position against the pillows.

“Hm?” Lucifer was so focused on trying to make sure Alastor was okay, he had accidentally zoned out.

“I have to push-!” Alastor’s voice was staticky, broken. Panic clear on his features, eyes almost blown.

Lucifer grimaced at the sight before him, having never seen Alastor like this (or really being in a situation like this-), he felt a bit useless.

Pushing his feelings of self doubt away, he had settled on the end of the bed, gently nudging the others legs apart.

“On the next contraction, I want you to push okay?” He spoke, glancing up to Alastor who managed a nod.

Lucifer nodded, watching as the other began to push. Momentarily cursing at himself for allowing Lucifer to put him in such a vulnerable position, embarrassed the other was viewing him in such a pathetic state.

At least until he stopped pushing, the contraction had ended and his chest heaved as he desperately drew in a breath.

But the relief didn’t last for long, in fact things only seemed to get worse.

For the next few pushes, there seemed to be no real progress- at least until Lucifer let out a little yelp of surprise at the silver of blonde and red hair peaking out from Alastor.

The other was about to ask what was going on, but couldn’t form a proper sentence. Between the pressure settled in his pelvis and the slight sting, all he could manage was a little groan of discomfort before giving another push.

“Okay okay-“ Lucifer was scrambling to remember anything from Charlie’s birth as the head rapidly approached into a crown.

“Don’t push— just uh- let their head come free on its own, don’t need you tearing-“ he spoke, grabbing a towel to have ready.

Alastor wanted to argue, but knew Lucifer was likely right- he didn’t want to risk injury to himself or the child.

Blowing out a few shaky breaths, the two sat in tense silence before Alastor suddenly cried out, the head having popped free completely.

With shaking hands, Lucifer reached to cradle the baby’s head. Fighting back tears.

“Let them turn-!” He couldn’t help but sound excited, trying his hardest not to chuckle at the exhausted glare Alastor gave him in return.

Alastor did as told, allowing the baby to turn before giving a final push.

He hadn’t even realized the newborn was on top of his chest until she began coughing and squalling loudly.

She was a messy little thing, angry too it seemed like.

He just laid there, frozen on the spot- he wasn’t even sure what to do. Looking up at Lucifer with mild panic.

The king of hell couldn’t help it- he laughed. Not so much out of spite for Alastor’s situation, but more so for glee. Another daughter. Another child. Something he had wanted for so long.

“Just.. just hold her Al-“ he spoke, moving to sit beside the other, all while trying not to crowd the other.

Alastor grimaced, realizing she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, but he couldn’t resist the urge to nudge the top of her head with a tiny bleating noise. Something to comfort her with, something only she and him knew.

Almost immediately her cries settled down, she was curled into Alastor. Her little face all scrunched up as she rooted against the soft fur of her mothers chest.

The small family had settled into silence once again, though it hadn’t lasted long. Alastor was starting to feel uncomfortable once more, figuring it was just the afterbirth wanting to pass.

“Lucifer..” he huffed, carefully setting the now sleeping baby into the bassinet that was beside the bed, wanting to make sure she was safe.

“Yeah?” Lucifer perked up, forcing himself to take his eyes off the sleeping newborn.

“After birth..” Alastor spoke, voice low- exhaustion lacing his voice.

“Oh! Yeah!” Lucifer nodded, hurriedly scooting back to his orginal spot.

Though something was wrong- whatever was trying to come out certainly didn’t look like afterbirth. Rather it looked like hair.

Lucifer’s heart sank- realizing Alastor was delivering a surprise twin. He honestly wasn’t even sure how to tell the other of this.

“Uhh Al..” he spoke, looking up at the other. Noticing the frustration on Alastor’s face, the radio demon could’ve sworn the after birth wasn’t this difficult to deliver!

“What?” He hissed out in annoyance as Lucifer swallowed thickly.

“Uhh.. that’s.. that’s not after birth..” Lucifer decided to cut to the chase, knowing Alastor wasn’t one to mess with.

“That’s umm… another head- and a much bigger head it seems like..” Lucifer spoke, trailing off as nerves began to bubble up again.

He knew Alastor had been struggling and from how tight things looked down there, he was wondering if the other could even deliver naturally now.

If it wasn’t for the look of concern on Lucifer’s face, Alastor would’ve thought the other was playing some cruel joke on him.

He couldn’t help it- suddenly letting out an exhausted meek sob.

He couldn’t do this- not again. All he wanted was some proper rest, not to try to deliver another baby!

“Hey hey—“ Lucifer began. “Al-“ he stopped, swallowing thickly as he pushed his feelings down once again.

“Alastor!” His voice rose, finally getting the other to look at him.

“You gotta breathe..” he explained, “and maybe move positions-“ he explained, grimacing at the memory of Charlie briefly getting stuck during her delivery.

Alastor paused, staring at the other- eyes wide with panic. All he could do was nod, for once allowing Lucifer to actually have skin to skin contact.

With a bit of difficulty (and swearing), Alastor had rested on his hands and knees.

That seemed to help move the unknown baby along, the head had quickly crowned as Alastor struggled to breath.

“You're doing great Al..” Lucifer muttered, he couldn’t help but grimace at the loud static noise as the head popped free.

“Just keep breathing!” Lucifer spoke, reaching to cradle the head as the baby began to turn.

With no real warning, she had fell out into Lucifer’s hands.

“Whoa!” Lucifer couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh, her cries sounded like music to his ears.

Quickly getting Alastor settled back against the pillows, he had handed the radio demon the much larger of the twins.

Alastor was struggling to come down from his shock (even if he was hiding it).

“Ah..” he mused, “so it must’ve been you causing all the trouble…” he mused, running his claws against the soft red hair as the newborn squirm and wriggle, finally getting comfortable against Alastor.

Lucifer couldn’t help it- he was bawling from where he sat.

Sniffling from where he sat, he couldn’t help but give a watery little smile to Alastor.

“Thank you..” Lucifer whispered, looking between the two fast asleep babies.

“For what?” Alastor muttered, clearly not catching on.

“For giving me a new found family-“ Lucifer spoke, voice and smile soft.

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hiiii! I know ur requests might be backed up and I don’t mind if you get to this one or not. But can you do headcanons about the Genshin boys and how they’d react if Y/N decided to leave them even though they’re bearing their child/children?

Angst angst angst! TW: Y/N is kind of a bitch here

Mondstadt

Albedo The cracks had been forming for a while now. There was no major blow-up, nothing that was truly the final blow. Simply two people who were once in love, and had grown apart. Albedo informed them as soon as he learned, and the look of regret on Y/N's face would haunt him forever.

"I'm sorry...But it's best for both of us if we walk away while things are...civil."

Bennett It would be his luck, wouldn't it? All the little things had started piling up, the small mistunes that led to bigger problems. Maybe they just couldn't stand seeing Benny coming home injured any longer, or maybe they were tired of his bad luck affecting them as well. The news finally broke down the last barrier standing between them.

"I'm sorry...I love you...but this isn't healthy for either of us."

Diluc Too many secrets, too many sharp words and too many expectations. It was too good for too long, and Diluc knows he should have ended it far before it reached this point at all. Clinging to the false hope things would be alright only brought this mistake about.

"Please take care of yourself...I...I just can't do this, I'm sorry."

Kaeya The earth-shattering reality of what was happening hits him harder than a solid block of ice. The test was positive, and Y/N was already walking out the door before he could offer solutions.

"Kaeya...I'm not leaving because of the baby, but we both know we'd be terrible parents...it's over, it's been over for a long time. You know that."

Mika Didn't even want to tell them. Facing the truth was just too hard, and his hand clung to their sleeve as Y/N tried to walk away. "Mika, you have to let me go. We aren't right for each other...you'll find someone else, I'm certain...but it isn't me."

Razor It wasn't fair. Y/N was his mate, his lover, his purpose. Razor loved hard and true, and watching them walk out of his life with no consideration for their pup broke his heart in two.

"This isn't what I want...not with you."

Venti Laughs. Light and breezy, as if it's just another terrible pun being hurled around the bar. Of course. He understands. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

"Goodbye, Venti...don't....drink too much."

Liyue

Baizhu Death was always one step behind him, and for the first time in his life, Baizhu thought, maybe, he was ready to stop running from it.

"I don't want to watch you die...and I'm too young to care for you and a baby. This isn't good for you...or me." Childe: Really, he should have known. With the life he lead, and the battles and danger he was constantly throwing himself into, it was only a matter of time before they turned their back.

Chongyun Doesn't expect it, the goodbye comes out of the blue, and the news of his pregnancy falls like bitter herbs on his tongue. Y/N looks surprised, sorry for him even, but doesn't stop.

"Maybe we'll meet again one day...but it's for the best if we don't."

Gaming They were the one, he was so certain of it. Gaming had told his whole family, and celebrated the news of his unborn child with them while waiting for Y/N to return from their trip. Except, they don't come back. Not a day later, not a week later, only sending a letter two months after leaving. "I couldn't say it to your face, but I'm not ready for a family. This is too much too fast."

Xiao Isn't shocked, but still, he hurts. For once, just once, Xiao allowed himself to think perhaps, things could be different. He could be happy, Y/N would stay and all the darkness around them could be kept at bay.

"Xiao...it was never going to work. We're just too different..."

Xingqiu Bitter, the sight of their face makes his blood boil as they brush past each other in the street. Their child growing steadily inside his belly, while Y/N carries on with life as if he'd never happened.

Zhongli Accepts it, hides the pain with a gentle smile, but crumbles behind closed doors. "Tell our child I'm sorry...but I can't raise...whatever it is they'll be."

Inazuma Arataki Itto The hurt is clear on his face, eyes wide in shock. Not Y/N, not his best friend, his confidant, his ride of die. How could they do this? Now of all times? Weren't they supposed to be together, forever? "Itto...I never wanted a child...especially not the child of an Oni."

Ayato The pressure was simply too much. Every move they made, action they took, word they spoke, was under the gaze of haughty officials with more money and sense. Ayato doesn't blame them for running, the responsibility would have crushed anyone, but not him. Tears would be shed in private, but in public, his smile would never drop.

Gorou Maybe, he thinks, if he'd been human it would have been different. If it was just the responsibility of one child on their shoulders and not the life of three.

Kazuha Allows them to walk away with questions. A part of him knew it was coming, understood that what they'd shared had been on the rocks for months. Asking them to stay and raise a child would only lead to bitter resentment, and he couldn't let that happen.

Heizou Shuts himself away and throws himself into his work. He can't face this right now, he simply can't.

Thoma For the first time in all his years working under the Kamisato household, Thoma requests a break. Two weeks, he flees to the country and washes away the memories with sleep. Y/N's last words still ringing in his ears when he returns.

"I never meant for it to go this far...I'm sorry Thoma, you were just meant to be....something fun." Sumeru

AlHaitham Shuts down. Calls in sick, locks the door to his house and doesn't come out for nearly a month. It's too much, he doesn't know what to do, for once in his adult life, he feels utterly and truly lost.

Cyno Thinks it must be some sort of joke. Y/N can't be serious. They had talked about this, made plans, and yet...they want to walk away? Pretend nothing had happened between them and leave their child without a parent? "I thought this is what I wanted, I really did but...the more I think about it, the more...I realize I don't want it...with you."

Kaveh Begs, on his knees, tears in his eyes, begs with every ounce of willpower in his body. Don't leave him don't leave their child don't walk out that door and pretend he didn't matter, it mattered, didn't it? What they had was something, he was something, right?

Sethos It should have been a happy time, they should have been rejoicing, celebrating their growing family. Instead, he's left alone, staring into the fire and questioning if Y/N had ever loved him at all.

Tighnari Had half a mind to run off into the forest and never come back. He feels stupid, used. How could he have fallen for this? How did he miss the signs? The happiness of a child had been ripped out from his fingers before the day was up, and now he was left alone, to pick up the pieces.

Wanderer Angry, burning to his core. The one time he opens himself up, let himself feel something, he's crushed to pieces and left with a reminder growing inside of his womb.

Fontain

Freminet Doesn't cry. There's no emotion on his face at all, only the slight trembling on his hands to alert to his feelings. "I love you but I'm not in love with you..."

Lyney Shattered. This was supposed to be his second chance, a family to love and protect. They were going to be together, forever, he had it planned out, for the first time in his life Lyney was certain he was safe and stable..and now it's been pulled out from under him.

Neuvillette Gutted. The streets are flooded for weeks as he grapples with the reality of whats going on. He feels foolish for not seeing the issues building, and when Y/N walks away, he feels he's the cause of all their issues.

Wrio Expects it. He knows they were just a fling, even if deep down, he wanted so much more. They would be leaving the prison in less than a month, and, well, he would never be. It wasn't fair to ask them to leave their life in Fontain behind to raise a child in the prison with him.

[mikimakiboo]

A second chance

Part 2

Hi hello here I come with some mpreg for you to eat (and Errormare also)

Original post with the context but basically it's Nightmare being pregnant and Dream not having a clue about it until he does

Can I even call it mpreg if I headcanon Nightmare as nonbinary ? Shouldn't I call it skelepreg instead ? But then again he does use he/him pronouns... hmmmm....

Aaaalso Nightmare and Error's baby was created by me ! His name is Moroz !

TW: male pregnancy, Dream being stupid for drama reasons, vomit, swearing

And I finished writing and proof reading this at 3:30am because fuck my sleep schedule (there might be mistakes left)

Dream was staring at his brother who had been waiting for him, having entered this AU specifically to get his attention and make him come, but he didn't look like he wanted to fight. Dream didn't want to fight either. Not after everything that happened, not after how stupid he had been.

The raids in AUs were starting to get less frequent, the Stars noticed, and while they could have rejoiced about it, they couldn't help but think that this might have only been the calm before the storm, so when they felt Nightmare and his gang in a pacifist AU, they rushed to it. They didn't lose any time, the gang was here for a reason and they didn't want to wait and see what was said reason.

The fights didn't seem to change, Ink would take on Cross and Dust, and Blue would take on Horror and Killer, leaving Dream with his brother, as usual, to try and talk first before engaging in a real duel.

Nightmare seemed tensed, his tentacles were on a defensive stance more than an offensive one, but that didn't stop Dream from being careful, his arrow ready to shoot. He knew his brother's tactics, he knew that if needed he wouldn't hesitate to appear weak so that the positivity guardian would lower his guard, and then he would strike.

- You and your gang should leave, you know you are not welcome here.

Dream warned, earning a chuckle from his brother.

- Then please tell me where we are we-ourgh-

Nightmare abruptly stopped mid sentence, almost slamming a hand on his mouth, as he scooted closer to the nearest tree to keep balance as he bent over to throw up. Dream didn't expect that. This... wasn't like any trick Nightmare had pulled by the past, it looked very much honest and he could feel his brother's discomfort from where he was standing a few meters away.

- Are... you okay... ?

Dream asked, unsure of what to do as he lowered his bow. Nightmare raised a hand.

- Do not get closer.

He warned, spitting on the ground, before standing straight again and regaining his previous place.

- Okay I'm fine we can start again.

Dream stared at him for a moment, frowning. His brother just threw up in front of him. He had never threw up before.

- I'm not fighting you if you're sick.

He refused, to which Nightmare frowned.

- Fuck you mean you're not fighting me ?

Dream withdrew his arrow, making it dissapear.

- I mean I am not fighting you. You're sick, I'm not fighting someone who's sick.

- I'm not sick !

Nightmare protested, swallowing his saliva, the bad taste still in his mouth. Dream arched a brow, clearly not believing him.

- You just threw up, like, right in front of me.

Nightmare huffed, as if it was a false accusation.

- And since when do you even care ? You've never asked me if I was fine before shooting me !

- Because you have never been sick before !

Dream answered, defending himself.

- Oh I've been sick plenty of times I just didn't think to tell you because you obviously wouldn't have cared.

Dream frowned, did his brother think he was stupid ? That he would believe him ?

- Are you talking about your attempts at making me lower my guard by appearing weaker than you are ? Because that doesn't work on me.

Nightmare stared at him, seeming confused, not quite understanding what his brother was referencing to.

- What the fuck are you on about, I've never done that.

- Oh so you're gaslighting me now ?

Dream couldn't believe it, he knew his brother could set the bar low sometimes if it advantaged him, but this low ? He really didn't expect it, and it kinda took him aback.

- Bitch you're the one gaslighting me ! Telling me I did things I didn't do !

- I am not the one- !

- Boss ! Cross opened a portal, hurry before Ink's up again !

Killer interrupted Dream, catching his brother's attention. Ink had been knocked out by one of Dust's blasters and Blue rushed to his side, leaving enough time for Cross to open a portal to the castle and let the others throught. Nightmare turned his attention to his henchman and after a quick glance towards his brother, he left, which confirmed to Dream that he was sick, because Nightmare had never left a fight without lending at least one hit at him. He knew he should have felt relieved to see his brother leave so fast, but he really hoped he would get better soon..

Nightmare had already walked a few meters when he snapped Dream out of his thoughts.

- You're coming or what ?

Dream jumped, looking at his brother, he didn't notice he had started walking.

- Uh, y-yeah, sorry, got distracted...

He apologized, catching up to him to follow his lead, glancing at his round belly. He still couldn't fully believe it.

It had been quite a few weeks after the "fight" when Dream saw his brother again. He had felt the presence of the group in a peaceful AU but didn't feel any negativity peak, so before alerting the whole team he decided to check himself, not wanting to bother his friends if it was a false alert or a simple decoy. They seemed to be walking throught the trees, on a trail path, talking and laughing. What kind of plan was that ? What were they trying to achieve ? Were they looking to lure people near them by seeming friendly ? Dream didn't trust that. He discretely got closer when they stopped, Dust having found something on the ground that seemed to interest him enough to crounch down.

As Dream got closer, he noticed his brother's aura had changed, he couldn't quite tell why or how, but he seemed different, his tentacles weren't summoned, and when he turned around...

- Oh damn you've got fat !

Dream slapped his hands on his mouth, the whole group froze and turned to look at him, Nightmare frowned.

- I beg your pardon ?

Nightmare asked, rightfully offended. Dream didn't mean to say that. He didn't mean to talk at all but he had been so surprised ! Nightmare had gained weight since the last time they met, and it wasn't the first time they wouldn't see each other for weeks, but he had never gained weight like that. Killer took a knife from his pocket, and Cross summoned his blades, but Nightmare raised a hand before they could attack.

- Frist gaslighting and now fatshaming ? You've sunken lower than I would've expected you to, Dream. Nightmare hissed.

- I didn't mean it like that ! Dream defended himself. I mean, are you okay ? That seems like a lot of weight, are you sick ? Have you been taking care of yourself, eating healthy, exercising ?

Dust got up to join the others by Nightmare's side. Dream's twin looked at him like he could kill him with his gaze only, and the guardian felt chills running up his spine.

- I don't need any of your fucking "I'm better than you" lifestyle advice !

Dream took a step back when Nightmare got closer, but Horror had put a hand on his shoulder to prevent the negativity guardian from going too far from their protective circle, which Dream at first didn't get the need as Nightmare was strong enough to defend himself, but if he really was sick, he most likely was weaker too.

- I'm not trying to give you lifestyle advice, I'm concerned about your health.

- You're concerned about my health ? Really ? Tell me why you're here then.

- Wha-

- Tell me why you're here. Nightmare interrupted him, crossing his arms.

Dream thought for a moment, staring at Nightmare and the others as his twin waited for the answer. What point was Nightmare trying to make by asking him why he came here ?

- I.. came to make sure everything was alright..

- In the universe.

- Sorry ? Dream frowned.

- In the universe. Nightmare repeated. You came to make sure everything was alright, in the universe. Last time we saw each other I threw up and, sure, you didn't fight me this time, but you still accused me of lying about all the other times I've been sick and you still fought me, and today you are here, unaware if I'm doing better or not by the way, because you wanted to make sure your precious universe was doing fine, and first thing you say when you see me ? "Damn you got fat", not even a "how are you doing ?", just that I got fat. You don't care about my health. You've never cared about it.

Dream was speechless for a while, he didn't know how to answer that. He did care about his brother, he was genuinely worried about him, but Nightmare wasn't wrong when he said he came here for the universe, he did come here to make sure they weren't hurting anyone, not to ask if Nightmare was doing better, which Dream hoped he did but given his sudden extra weight he doubted it. Would it seem dishonest to ask now ? To ask only after Nightmare pointed it out ? It certainly would, but not asking would only confirm what Nightmare stated: that Dream didn't really care about his health.

- We're going home. Nightmare said as he turned.

Cross looked at his boss before nodding, using his blade to tear the AU's code and create a portal.

- How am I supposed to know when you're attacking an AU and when you're not ?

Dream asked before Nightmare could cross the portal, stopping him dead, and Dream could tell by his aura getting colder that he didn't take it well. Dream didn't mean it to be rude, he just didn't want to make another mistake. Nightmare turned, Horror and Cross were ready to stop him again and Killer seemed ready to jump at the golden guardian's throat, Dust's expression was hidden by the shadow of his hood but Dream was sure he was mad too.

- Oh I don't know, maybe when the fucking balance tips towards negativity ? Nightmare answered sarcastically. Which, mind you, didn't happen today because we weren't causing any trouble, and in fact, we specifically stayed away from the town to take a nice walk in the forest, unless we are forbidden to do that too ?

Dream frowned, he didn't like where this conversation was going, where Nightmare was orienting it.

- You want me to wait until you hurt people to intervene ? I'm not risking it and you know that.

Nightmare didn't seem to take this answer well either.

- Do you really think the only reason for us to go out is to bring chaos ? That our life revolves so much around hurting people that we cannot go out for anything else and you have to chase us the moment we put a foot in an universe ? And that's why you're here, isn't it ? Because you believe that sooner or later we'll attack ?

- Well excuse me but every time you go out with your subordinates we have to fight you to make you leave, if you weren't here for troubles we wouldn't have to fi-

- How did you call us ? Cross interrupted him, confused.

Dream frowned, not expecting to be corrected on that point, and not seeing how it was a problem.

- His subordinates ? Dream repeated.

- You're making it sound like they're slaves.

Nightmare accused him, sounding almost disgusted by the thought of it.

- Isn't that.. close ?

- We're not his- ! Killer tried to counter, but Nightmare stopped him.

- Killer. He looked at Dream, frowning. They are not my slaves or subordinates or whatever pejorative name you want to call them, they are my friends and we are a tea-

- They're your friends ? Dream cut him, the surprise he felt showing in his voice.

- Yes they are. Nightmare hissed.

Dream looked at him in chock. He never thought of that alternative. Why did he never think of that ? Why did he never think his brother was capable of making friends ? He never saw him having friends, even when they were children, but they weren't children anymore. But Nightmare got worse, he got corrupted, if he didn't have friends then, why would he now ?

- I... didn't know you had friends... he admitted.

- Well I do. Because guess what ? I don't spend my life torturing people like everyone think I do.

Dream frowned at that. He wanted to believe it, of course, he wanted to believe his brother still had some good in him, but with the amount of corruption he had, the amount of negativity he needed to feed himself, what guaranteed him that this wasn't a lie to make him feel bad ? What guaranteed him that Nightmare wasn't playing with his feelings to feed on them too ?

- That's... isn't that what you live for... ? More negativity... ?

He could tell Nightmare got mad by the way his gaze changed.

- No I don't. I don't spend my life hoarding negativity like some kind of dragon, I have other occupations you know, we all have.

- You don't just.. plan for future attacks.. ?

- No the fuck I don't ! Nightmare yelled, Horror put his hand back on his shoulder. I don't spend my free time planning stuff or plotting against you, my life doesn't revolve around you ! I do stuff, I go out, I read, I spend time with my friends, I go on dates, because yes I have a boyfriend, I play games, watch movies, I just live ! I live like a normal fucking person !

Dream took a step back, cautious, when Nightmare started to yell it usually never ended good. How was Dream supposed to know all that ? He had never seen his brother being anything but angry, bored or annoyed ! How could he have guessed ? It wasn't like anyone could attest it, no one had ever seen Nightmare show kindness to anything.

- Well I didn't know ! It's not something I could have guessed !

- Guess what ?! That I have a life ?! Nightmare barked.

- That you have feelings ! Dream yelled back.

Nightmare froze. Dream didn't add anything. It came out before he could refrain it. He didn't mean it like that, he knew his brother had feelings, of course he had, only objects didn't have feelings, what he didn't know was that he could feel positive emotions. Everytime they met, he only felt negativity, he thought the corruption was refraining him from feeling positivity, he thought he was cursed in a way, that he just couldn't feel fully. How could he have guessed it wasn't true when Nightmare never let him see it ?

He regretted saying that almost instantly, he saw the change in Nightmare's gaze, he felt the shift in his aura, he caught a glimpse of the tears forming in his eyesocket when Horror gently ushered him into the portal and he didn't resist. Killer jumped forward, Dust caught him by the arm.

- Let me at him ! I'm gonna fucking kill him !

Dust's gaze locked on Dream, cold.

- He doesn't even deserve our time. Let's go home, Night needs us. He added loud enough for Dream to hear the nickname, then pulled Killer throught the portal.

Dream watched it close behind them. He really screwed everything up, didn't he ? He didn't mean to sound like that, he didn't mean to make it seem like he didn't consider Nightmare like a person, like he was just some sort of beast, but how could he have guessed differently when that was all that he even saw ? All that he knew ? All that he heard ? Everyone was telling him the same things: Nightmare was bad, Nightmare didn't feel happiness, only sadism, Nightmare couldn't feel positivity, Nightmare used his henchmen like pawns. Dream heard that everywhere, and he never got to see the contrary. Was he at fault for believing the multiverse ?

Maybe he was. Maybe he should have investigated himself, looked for proof instead of believing words, but he was so young when he got out of stone. So young, so scared and so lost, what could he have done then ? His universe was no more, his own brother was the reason of it, and everyone agreed to tell him he was a bad person capable of no good. How could Dream not believe that when he had witnessed it himself ? There wasn't any reason for Dream not to believe them.

And yet here he was, standing on an empty trail path, shame burning his chest, wondering for the first time if everyone lied to him from the beginning just to make sure he was on their side. Did the villagers lie too ? Had he been lied to from the very beginning ? How many lies did he blindly believe ? Was he really that naive ? Was he really that fucking stupid that even now as an adult he couldn't think for himself and check if all of it was true ? He didn't want it to be true... he didn't want his brother to be but a negativity seeking monster, he didn't want that to be the reality, he had never wanted it, but he had always foolishly believed it.

Such a stupid child. Stupid child and now stupid adult. Couldn't even think for himself, always waiting to be held by the hand and guided into a fake reality.

Dream got pulled out of his thoughts again when he heard the sound of a bell ringing: Nightmare had entered a building, one that he knew very well for having spent time inside before: Ccino's cat cafe. It was way past closing time.

- Isn't Ccino closed at that time ? Dream asked, still entering after his brother.

- I've got a special permission, it helps when I'm not welcome anywhere else.

Dream looked down, his feeling of shame returning, knowing he contributed to that.

- I'm coming ! Ccino's voice called from the kitchen.

As the owner of the coffee shop arrived, a few cats followed him, some going to Nightmare to purr against his legs.

Ccino stopped when seeing his two clients, not used to having both the twins at the same time in his shop, but still smiled, looking at Nightmare especially.

- How's it going ? You didn't tell me you were expecting twins ? Ccino asked, guiding them to their table.

Nightmare chuckled. Dream never heard him chuckle. Never happily at least.

- Oh I'm not, he's alone in there, just taking up space.

- Well you know what they say: big belly small baby.

Nightmare arched a brow, smiling.

- Do they say that ?

- Well I do, Ccino snickered back.

Dream listened to their joyous conversation without intervening, the two obviously seemed to be good friends, enough for Nightmare to tell Ccino about his pregnancy, Dream didn't want to interfere with that. He felt his soul clench a little in his chest thought, he knew he had no right to feel sad about that but part of him was pained that his brother didn't tell him. He learnt he was pregnant by pure chance.

Dream was at the grocery store, he hadn't seen Nightmare in three months, and guilt hadn't stopped eating him since then. He wanted to apologize more than anything, but he didn't know how. He didn't know what to say that would make Nightmare at least agree to listen to him, he didn't need to forgive him, Dream couldn't forgive himself either, but he just wanted him to listen, to know he is sorry. But Dream didn't know what to say, where to start, if he should start by what happened in Dreamtale, or what happened after, what happened on that trail path or in that fight... he had so much to apologize for, he didn't know where to start. He should apologize to his gang, no, his friends, they were his friends, too.

He sighed, putting the can he was holding back on the shelf before moving to another aisle. He didn't know what he was looking for, he just came in the store to clear his mind, think about something else. Nature always reminded him too much of Dreamtale, he didn't need that right now.

He heard something fall on the ground next to him, and someone muttering a swear, looking at the fallen object he saw it was box of plastic spoons for babies, so he naturally bent down to pick it up, not wanting a possibly pregnant person to make unnecessary efforts when he could give them a hand.

- I've got it- he froze when he stood up, box in hand.

Nightmare was in front of him, frozen too, a hand on his full of baby stuff cart. Dream stared at him, he didn't expect to see him here, and especially not in the baby aisle. He suddenly had a thought when seeing him like that, and his gaze slowly deviated itself from his brother's gaze, going down until Dream saw what he thought was extra weight, but now very much looked like a pregnant belly.

Nightmare reflexively put his arm around his belly when noticing that Dream was looking at it, taking a step back as if afraid he would attack him inside the store.

Dream looked up, frowning, he wasn't going to attack him, but he could understand why Nightmare would think the contrary, and he didn't want to make him more nervous by staring at his belly for too long. He had told him he was fat. He had told him he was fat and looked sick when all this time he was just pregnant. He had told him such atrocities. He felt so much worse, but he was also relieved because it meant that his brother's health was good, that he wasn't sick, he was even expecting a child, he was truly happy for him ! He really was, but would Nightmare believe him if he told him ?

Nightmare's gaze kept going from Dream to the spoons, and that was when the guardian noticed he was still holding them. He slowly handed them back to his brother, watching him take them in a hurry to shove them in the cart and start leaving right away, not wanting to stay here any longer.

- Nightmare, wait ! Dream called before he could even think about it.

Nightmare stopped, not turning around, but Dream knew he was listening, waiting for what he had to say, giving him a chance of maybe not fucking it up this time... Dream wasn't sure what to say, apart from the truth...

- Congratulations.. I'm happy for you, I really am... I'm sorry for everything...

Nightmare didn't answer, waiting another few seconds before leaving the aisle and leaving Dream alone when he didn't add anything else. Was it a good sign ? Dream wasn't sure, he hoped it was, but he would also understand if Nightmare never wanted to talk to to him ever again, at least he knew he was sorry...

That must have been a good sign, or else his brother wouldn't have been waiting for him a few days later, leading him to this cat cafe.

- As usual ? Ccino asked Nightmare.

- Make it two, he answered.

- Alright, make yourself at home.

Dream watched as Ccino went back to the kitchen, leaving the twins alone. He was sitting in front of Nightmare, a cat was purring against his brother's laps as he was softly petting him. For how many years had Dream wished he could sit this peacefully with his brother ? For how many years had he been lied to, hearing that it would never be possible as his brother was too far gone in his corruption ? For how many years had he believed these lies ?

- Go on, Nightmare talked, say what you must.

Dream looked at him, playing with his thumbs under the table, nervous, he knew Nightmare could feel it too.

- You... you said "he"... does that mean you're having a boy.. ?

Dream asked, he didn't want to assume the baby's gender, he didn't want to assume anything anymore, he wanted to know for sure and the best way to know the truth about his brother was to ask his brother in person.

- I am. His name is Moroz, Error came up with the idea. Nightmare confirmed.

- Is... Error the dad... ?

Nightmare nodded.

- We worked on his aphephobia, he's doing way better. Guarding negativity also means knowing how phobias work and how to deal with them, not just terrorizing people.

Dream looked down, nodding. He didn't try to defend himself, why would he ? Nightmare was right.

- Here you go, have a good time. Ccino said as he came back.

They thanked him when he put their orders on the table before leaving them alone again. Dream looked at it: there was a mug of hot chocolate and a plate with a homemade piece of brownie and a vanilla ice cream ball on it. It looked delicious.

The two started eating in silence. The first to break it was Nightmare.

- I never hated you you know, I was mad at you because you never tried to understand me, from when we were kids to now, I felt like you never really cared about me... you never tried to ask me about my point of view, how I experienced things, you would just believe whatever your friends would say and leave me behind...

Dream looked up from his mug. Was that how Nightmare had felt all these years ? Left behind ? Not listened to ? How did Dream never notice this ?

- I did care about you, I always did and I still do, I'm so sorry I didn't make you feel that way... I really wasn't a good brother to you, but you were everything to me, you still are, and I don't know how to show it, I never knew...

He apologized, looking at his brownie, not feeling brave enough to meet his brother's gaze.

- You could start by not believing what everyone tells you to... people like saying bad things about me, very few of them are true...

- I know... at least I want to know... I want to know you, the real you, not the one people made up for me... I want to know my brother, I want to know my twin...

He slowly looked up. Nightmare had a soft gaze.

- I'm not asking for forgiveness, I know what I did all those years was more than horrible, but if you allow me, I would like to try and do better for you... I want to do better, to be better, I want to be a good brother... I want to listen to you and not the others, not anymore...

- I don't forgive you...

It stung. But Dream knew he couldn't force him to forgive him, and it was okay, he didn't deserve forgiveness, he knew what he did, he knew the damage couldn't be repaired with just some words, but he was ready to do so much more than words.

- But... I want to give you another chance... I want to know my brother too, I want my son to know his uncle... Nightmare added.

Dream nodded, a relieved smile appearing on his lips. His brother accepted to give him a second chance, to let him meet his son, it was more than he could have wished for.

- I'll do my best, I promise.

- I know.

Nightmare smiled, for the first time in years, he smiled at his brother, a real smile. Dream was sure he cried at that moment. He spent the rest of the evening on a cloud of happiness, enjoying a calm moment with his brother, forgetting the world around them, he would have wished it never came to an end, but Nightmare had to go home, he didn't want to worry the others, and the pregnancy was tiring, he had to rest. Dream didn't try to stop him, smiling as he watched him cross the glitchy portal, knowing a home was waiting for him. He truly was happy for him.

Dream didn't see his brother much after that, he was approaching the end of his pregnancy, he could understand that he wanted to stay home, even if it did worry him, so when Cross came to him to tell him Nightmare wanted to see him, he didn't hesitate before following him.

He had never seen Nightmare's house, well, castle it that case, he must admit that his brother might have been a tad dramatic, but the interior was warm and cozy, welcoming, a lot of work had been put into it. It was so far from what everyone kept saying, from the cold and dark manor people would describe.

Dream was waiting in a little saloon, sitting on a couch, he didn't dare touch anything, afraid to break something important. A door opened, and Dream turned, Nightmare was looking at him from the doorstep. Dream got up but didn't come closer, waiting for his brother to either come by himself or tell him to come.

- You can sit back down, I'm coming in a minute, just wanted to see if you were here. Nightmare informed him.

- Of course I'm here... Dream replied, sitting down again.

Nightmare looked at him for a bit longer before leaving the room again. He didn't come back too long after, this time holding a little ball of covers in his arms, he sat next to Dream on the couch.

- I want you to meet someone... Nightmare said, looking at the cover in his arms.

Dream almost gasped when Nightmare moved one of the covers, revealing a little face looking at him with still sleepy eyes. A black-boned baby, with cyan markings on his cheeks and fingers, and big light blue eyelights. His brother's baby, his nephew. Dream got a little closer, not to much, but still enough to see him better. He felt tears forming in his eyesockets, and he knew he was smiling.

- He's adorable...

- I know... Nightmare replied, smiling lovingly at his son.

Moroz shifted, slowly looking up at Dream as Nightmare caressed his round cheek.

- He's your uncle, honey...

Dream felt his soul getting warmer when Nightmare introduced him, it was surely ridiculous, but hearing him introduce him as his child's uncle ? The simple fact he introduced him to his child ? Dream hardly could have felt happier.

He didn't start good as a brother, but Dream swore on his life he would change, he swore he would do better, and he would be the best uncle to his nephew. No one in the whole multiverse could ever convince him this sweet child was the fruit of two heartless monsters, no one could ever lead him like he was lead before. He made it a promise, he would never believe lies again.