#fertility au

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Bank Transfer Day & National Love Your Red Hair Day

Person A runs a rare sperm/egg bank, collecting the rarest genes among humans to be offered up to wealthy buyers wanting rare gene designer babies. One day, their bank has a break in and the attempted burglar has a very rare physical feature - one that Person A has yet to possess in their bank. The burglar, Person B, was upset with Person A’s business practices of capitalizing on genetic traits associated with shrinking ethnic groups, but Person A blackmails them that they will not go to the police if Person B donates their genes to the bank.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus being a surrogate for drift and ratchet but he’s secretly in love with them.

Mind blop// rodimus ends up falling in love with Megatron who returns the feelings. He ends up sparked with their bitty a little while after he emerges drift & ratchets sparkling for them

When Drift and Ratchet asked him to carry he'd immediately agreed. He loved them both and he'd do anything for them.

They'd both been so excited and Drift had hugged him already coming up with sparkling names and asking him to be the sparklings godparent.

He was happy for them both even though he was nervous about carrying. He knew they'd be amazing parents and after everything he's put them through he owes them.

"I do have one question."

"What is it?"

"I thought you had to carry before you could be considered."

"Only if you don't know them."

Ratchet reassured and he nodded trying to ignore how nervous he felt reminding himself that he owed them and that he needed to do this for Drift.

Leading up the to the insemination appointment they were both always around. Especially Ratchet who'd gone through his room making sure it was safe for someone who would be carrying.

He also forced him to eat foods that would help with his fertility. He didn't always like it but reminded himself that this was what he signed up for. He was going to be carrying their sparkling. Of course they cared about what he was eating or doing that could put their sparkling at risk.

When he went to the appointment he didn't know what he was expecting. He didn't expect it to be so sterile and uncomfortable and he found himself struggling not to panic.

He reminded himself over and over again that it was for Drift. Even as he felt embarrassed about having his panels open for both of them to see. Drift held his hand while Ratchet used something to inseminate him.

He winced, biting his lip to stop himself from crying from the pain. Not expecting it to hurt so much. Luckily neither noticed too busy watching the monitor which showed the transfluid was inside his forge.

Ratchet and Drift looked at each other and Drift let go of his hand to hold Ratchets.

"Soon we're going to be parents."

Drift smiled looking at his forge already imagining his sparkling.

He shuddered trying not to cry from how uncomfortable it was and reminding himself that after the appointment he'd never have to do it again.

When it was over he felt relieved and wanted to go home and rest. However Drift and Ratchet insisted he stay with them while he was carrying.

He tried to refuse not wanting to intrude. However they weren't having it talking about all the benefits and how it would be easier to bond with their sparkling.

Not wanting to upset Drift he agreed again reminding himself of all the ways he failed him and how he owed him.

It was unbearable though and he found himself oftentimes staying in his room when they were both home.

Watching them snuggle together and act all in love was unbearable. Especially when he knew his feelings for them weren't reciprocated. It was a constant reminder of what he couldn't have.

When it was time to see if he was sparked. All three of them was nervous. Even though he never wanted to go through the insemination process again he found himself scared that he was sparked.

He tried to dismiss it thinking he was being irrational. After all he'd always wanted a sparkling and imagined he'd have one with Drift and Ratchet one day.

What did it matter if he was carrying their sparkling. While watching them be all in love with each other while he was all alone.

At the appointment Ratchet and Drift held hands giving each other excited looks as they waited for the results. He awkwardly sat there feeling like he was intruding and desperately wanting to leave.

When the results came back negative they were both devastated especially Drift. He flinched feeling ashamed of not wanting to be sparked earlier when he saw how upset Drift was.

He apologized for not giving them what they wanted. Which they both dismissed immediately wanting to try again.

Too afraid to back out especially when they'd just gotten bad news he forced himself to endure it again and somehow it was way worse the second time.

After that it became a cycle of insemination and then finding out he wasn't sparked. He could tell Drift and Ratchet were starting to give up hope and he felt so alone.

He'd always wanted a sparkling but since he couldn't get sparked. It meant he couldn't have any. The news devastated him and he cried alone.

Not wanting to disturb Drift or Ratchet who were going through their own fertility matters. He was forced to endure it alone.

Constantly feeling guilty for living in their home when he wasn't sparked.

He felt like a failure and wished he could have helped his friend no matter how unpleasant.

He didn't realize he was hurting himself until Megatron put a stop to it with First Aids help. It wasn't working and he couldn't take anymore treatments. Without seriously risking his health.

He was very weak and tired all the time. His body didn't feel right anymore and he was diagnosed with depression.

Both Drift and Ratchet were sad but understood. While they spent time comforting each other he moved out of their room and back into his own.

He felt relieved. No longer dealing with the oppressive weight of his friends disappointment at his failure. Even if he was alone to mourn and deal with all the emotions he had. At least that's what he thought until Megatron knocked on his door.

"Can I come in?"

Part of him wanted to refuse and the other part found himself at the door opening it to let him in. Desperate for company.

He was shocked when Megatron pulled him into his arms and hugged him. He buried his face against his chest feeling something stir within him.

Megatron was there for him at his lowest. He picked him up and for the first time in a long time made him believe that he was worth being loved.

They spent a lot of time together and he enjoyed Megatron's company and getting to know him. They both filled a hole in their spark and eventually they got together.

When Megatron confessed Rodimus had cried because he loved him and that's why he thought Megatron should let him go.

"I can't give you sparklings."

"It doesn't matter."

"I know how much you've wanted one."

"What I want is you."

He'd looked at him in shock and then their lips pressed together and Megatron held him so gently he never wanted him to let go.

Things had gotten heated and the two of them took it to his berth where they made love all night long.

Later when Rodimus was feeling sick Megatron insisted he go to the medbay worried something was wrong. Rodimus tried to deny it until he threw up again.

Going to the medbay Rodimus was nervous because of what happened before. Ratchet was no longer his medic and instead First Aid was.

He was gentle and telegraphed all of his movements as he checked him over gasping in surprise when he got the test results back.

"Rodimus you're sparked."

"What?"

First Aid handed over the test results and he looked them over with Megatron by his side equally shocked.

"But... The procedures?"

"I don't know. Sometimes people just don't connect and a sparkling can't come from it."

He felt tears fall as he looked at the results and Megatron held him because he'd always wanted a sparkling but for so long his dreams had been dashed and now here they were his little miracle.

[littleplantfreak]

thinking about a magic au with wbk but i think it’d be so funny if Umemiya could do serious magic, but completely fails at plant magic. He just learns actual gardening and botany in its place

[prahacat]

it’s spring, but all he wants to do is sleep

[shipping-all-ships]

Working on a royal (but still featuring angels) midam au that's almost exclusively from everyone's POV but theirs lol

[ebbpettier]

Agatha / Simon / Baz / Penny

The Black Dragonfish has evolved some unique and terrifying dentition: unlike other observed mesopelagic and bathypelagic fish, it possesses a set of transparent 'invisible' teeth that do not reflect light. (Including the blue glow from their own photophores!) On top of that, these deadly hunters have a hinged skull which allows them to consume much larger prey than their small size might suggest.

[weaverpop]

I’m just imagining that Erlang, Macaque, Wukong, and Syntax will end up having double the amount of kids that Jing and Azure have, with two thirds of those kids being Shadowpeach babies 🤣

Also between Shadowhound, Shadowpeach, and Monkietech, who’s the one getting pregnant?

Is it a “I carried this one you’ll carry the next one” kinda situation or is it one specific partner (in each relationship) that carries the babies?

Only because they have more partners! 🤣🤣🤣 Their Monkies! They can’t help it!

Ok, a bit more serious note. Tw for fertility issues mentioned, and mentions of past injuries and death.

Erlang and Syntax end up being the ones to carry. I see so many aus about Wukong or macaque being the ones to carry a baby, @quitealotofsodapop having some of the best and most explored. But in Lionsword… well, it’s a struggle.

They’ve gotten hurt a lot. Both as Immortal and as just… monkies. Wukong with the furnace, and mountain, and then the trauma of the circlet (twice), macaque with the FFM burning, both with the constant punches and fights that end up hurting their stomachs and torso area…

Wukong couldn’t carry at all. One of the biggest factors was the molten copper that Guanyin fed him. It didn’t kill him bc 7x immortal, but it wasn’t just a punishment like they thought it was. Turns out, that’s bad for your internal organs! In fact, Wukong struggles to conceive at all, even getting syntax preggo.

Macaques similar, but is still technically able to conceive via pregnancy. When he came back, lbd put him back together better then when he’d died, so that’s the one reason he’s even able to carry at all. Kinda bittersweet.

So while shadowpeach WOULD love to have a bunch of kids with eachother, it’s syntax and Erlang that get preggo most of the time.

OK THAT WAS ALOT OF ANGST BACK TO HAPPY FUN PREGGO-

Erlang and Syntax do take turns! Sometimes they even sync up to suffer together! One time they got pregnant alongside Jing again! To the outside perspective they were like damn rabbits!

It’s discussed more theoretically about cross babies between the poly, ie Wukong/Erlang or Syntax/Macaque. They are are unsure, since those pairs don’t really see eachother as “lovers.” Though surrogacy may be in play? They haven’t decided. (Probably not. Just tossing ideas)

[buzzybee3]

Outfit created by Mochipanofficial on tiktok, that I’m 100% sure y/n would wear to the opening of their greenhouse (more towards the fem side at least).

I wanted the greenhouse to have a giant glass ceiling so that the stars would be visible at night, and because it’s a rural area light pollution isn’t a problem. Plus because of Sun and Moon, y/n is definitely going to decide to make their greenhouse themed around their namesakes.

Idk this is just a random thing because I was looking through my favorited videos on tiktok, definitely check mochipan out they are so cool lol

[orcelito]

I do love that doing any kind of monsterfucker smut will have you dabbling in speculative biology and going on deep dives into the animal kingdom to draw inspiration for your fictional dragon reproduction system.

Aka for my oviposition dragon vash au I was looking into wonderful subjects such as autogamy, parthenogenesis, and ovoviviparity. Among others.

All just for funsies !

[darthbloodorange]

Steve retires and gets a farm. It's hard work, made even harder by his neighbor. It's not like the guy is malicious. He's only ever been kind. But the man works the land in a way that appears effortless. His farm is essentially a food forest. He's frustratingly attractive too.

For the: ✦ @thundershieldbingo 2024 Mini Bingo - Neighbors [Card #2 "Alternate Universe"]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: New Leaf Turned Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Thor Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor Warnings: None Major Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Neighbors AU, Farm/Ranch AU, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, First Meetings, Developing Relationship, Mutual Pining, Gardens & Gardening, Food, Retired Steve Rogers, Farmer Steve Rogers, Tired Steve Rogers, Farmer Thor, Fertility God Thor ~ Summery: Steve retires and gets a farm. It's hard work, made even harder by his neighbor. It's not like the guy is malicious. He's only ever been kind. But the man works the land in a way that appears effortless. His farm is essentially a food forest. He's frustratingly attractive too.

~

I've kind of got an idea of this that basically results in Thor, God of Fertility, accidentally (with the aid of the Super Soldier Serum) turning Steve into what is essentially an Omega in a non-A/B/O world.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Marooned Without a Compass Day

Person A was in a situation so bad that they had to run away to escape it and go off the grid, but early into their time struggling to survive in the wilderness, they meet Person B, who seems to be a gifted survivalist with a knack for finding in season plants to eat, hunting/fishing, and natural shelters. Person A ends up spending the harsher seasons with them, but when spring comes, Person B insists on them going their separate ways and meeting up at the end of spring. Person A begrudgingly agrees, but then stumbles across Person B being treated as a guest of honor at a giant feast with random people from the nearby towns/cities. Person A sticks around for the feast, snagging food and staying out of Person B’s sight and a distance from most of the festivities, but approaches Person B after the several week long festivities and demands an explanation. Person B eventually admits they’re a fertility and nature god, and during spring their powers become abundant and that being in their presence boosts fertility (and the associated hormones and urges) during that time and they didn’t want Person A to end up doing something they’d regret while under the affects of magic - whereas the guests all knew and it was a yearly event for people in need of such help.

[theoceanoasis]

Barbarian dratchrod

Rodimus is a sun dweller but fled to the winter territory with his young twin sparklings after the slaughter of his people and mate.

"You look beautiful."

He nodded trying not to pick at his paint. Today was his bonding ceremony and even though his carrier promised it was a happy occasion he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Wanting to foster better relationships with other sun tribes. Their leader decided to give some of their people to other tribes through bonding.

He'd been one of those selected much to his terror. He knew nothing about the mech he was to be bonded with and their first time meeting would be at the alter.

Looking to the side he could see all his stuff packed which made his spark clench in sadness. After today he would no longer be part of his tribe but instead be part of his conjunx's tribe.

After his bonding, he was expecting to go with his tribe and live with a complete stranger who was his conjunx. He was also expected to have his sparklings and his carrier had already given him a few tips for his bonding night. Something he was not looking forward to as well.

He'd never interfaced before wanting it to be with someone special and he found the idea of interfacing with a stranger off-putting even if it was his duty.

"It's time."

He forced himself to get up and meet his conjunx for the first time.

After the celebrations it quickly became apparent that he didn't want this either. He did his duty when it came to having a sparkling but that was it. There was no love in their bonding and the mech was very cold with him. Either sleeping in a separate bed or not coming home for the night.

He was oftentimes gone and he found himself alone a lot, trying to get used to the unfamiliar environment by himself. The tribe while not hostile were cold and he constantly felt like he had to prove his worth. All they wanted from him was a sparkling and it felt like they didn't care about him.

Especially his conjunx who barely looked at him and only touched him when they needed to perform their duty. Afterward, he would leave him by himself not even bothering to help clean up. Whenever this happened he would curl up into a ball and cry himself to sleep feeling unloved.

Later he learned it was because his mate already had a lover and wanted to bond with them until he was selected to bond with him.

He'd caught them together and even though their was no love in their relationship it was still devastating. The tribe he was in allowed people to step outside of their bonding.

In his tribe, it was seen as shameful and grounds to terminate the bonding. He'd asked about it and had been shot down, and told to deal with it. That wasn't grounds to terminate the relationship with this tribe and since he now belonged to them he had to deal with it.

Afterward, his bonded became more open with his lover, and even brought them home occasionally, expecting him to deal with it. He also expected him to serve them and treat them like an honored guest. Although they were more welcome in his home than he was.

The others also became colder if that was even possible. They were rude to him and angry that he'd gone to their leader over something so trivial.

It made him angry and he hated it there. When he found out he was sparked it just made everything worse because he realized he was trapped.

His first trimester was the hardest. He had no support and was doing everything on his own. Now that he was sparked his bonded was gone a lot more and refused to touch him.

The only thing getting him through was his sparklings. When he learned he was having twins he'd been so excited because they were seen as a blessing.

He already loved them so much and couldn't wait for them to be born. They were his everything and the only reason he didn't just run away.

His conjunx had sent him to grab more water because his lover would be staying over that night. Even though his belly had gotten quite big with him carrying twins.

He carried the large bucket of water just wanting to go home and rest when he heard screams in the distance and smoke. He dropped the bucket and ran to see the tribe being attacked. They'd already set home to the tents and he could see his burning in the distance.

He came just in time to watch his conjunx get cut down by a sword while trying to protect his lover who was then stabbed.

He gasped covering his mouth. Hiding behind a tree so he wasn't spotted he rubbed his belly. With tears in his optics he forced himself to run. If he was caught they'd kill him and his sparklings.

He ran as fast as he could trying to reach his own tribe which he knew was nearby. They were supposed to meet up in a few days time and he'd been so excited.

He thought about his conjunx and even though he didn't love him he was still sad for his death. He was after all the sire to his sparklings.

He ran for hours finally coming across his village only to fall to his knees. He stared optics wide in terror at the burnt remains of his home.

He rushed through the burnt tents searching for his own and screamed in despair when he found the remains of his home now gone.

He couldn't even bring himself to search for his parents knowing they were dead. Looking around his head felt dizzy and he almost passed out.

His spark throbbed painfully as he looked around in horror at the destruction and the knowledge he could never go back home again.

He was distracted by his sparklings kicking him which made him feel determined. He couldn't lay down and die here he needed to keep moving for them. He needed to find somewhere safe.

Even though he knew it was a long shot he whistled for a cyber horse hoping at least one survived. He whistled repeatedly until just as he was about to give up hope one came running.

He sighed in relief because riding a horse would be much easier than walking, especially given his condition. He had no idea how he had managed to run all the way there.

He looked around one last time trying to find any useful supplies but everything was destroyed or looted by the monster's responsible.

He climbed onto the horse with some difficulty and took off. He rode to the next tribe only to find the same thing.

He looked around the ruined remains realizing someone was attacking the sun dwellers.

He didn't understand why they would attack them. They'd never done anything wrong and hadn't gotten into any fights with the other groups.

He then remembered something his sire had been whispering about with some of the other important figures of his tribe. It was just before he'd been bonded. They'd mentioned problems with the city dwellers who wanted to expand on their land.

They'd been trying to buy them out but they'd refused. He wondered if they were responsible. However he couldn't dwell on this and knew he needed to keep moving.

Getting back on the horse he decided it was best to leave the sun dwellers' territory and instead go to the winter territory. They had always been allies of his tribe and he knew they would help him.

Riding north he felt the weather becoming colder. It made him shiver with his thin plating not made for the cold.

He forced himself forward knowing that he needed to reach safety. He could only hope his sparklings didn't come until he reached one of the winter dwellers tribes.

When snow began falling he struggled to stay warm. His thin plating didn't help at all and he didn't have any furs. Hunting was a struggle and he oftentimes went to bed hungry. The fur he'd managed to collect was pitiful and barely enough for gloves.

However without proper supplies he couldn't even turn them into gloves. Wanting to protect his sparklings as much as possible he placed the fur on his belly trying to keep the area warm.

He was getting further into winter territory when he saw a group of city dwellers. They were carrying weapons and patrolling their camp.

When the guards saw him they immediately chased after him. He clung to the cyber horse which almost bucked him off in fear as it was shot at.

He pushed his horse forward spark pounding in terror as they chased him. He didn't think it could get worse until he went into emergence.

He felt tears fall from the terrible cramping sensation. He frantically looked around for any kind of shelter and found a cave.

After losing his attackers he hid inside. Collapsing onto the hard ground his panels opened up. He saw a gush of liquid flood out of his valve as the cramping sensation continued.

His whole body shook from pain and fear. He bit down on a stick he found worried about being heard. The pain was unbearable and he was terrified. He never imagined giving emergence alone and if anything went wrong they were doomed.

His emergence lasted hours and it felt like he'd died at some point. It was the worst pain he'd ever felt and even biting down on a stick couldn't muffle his screams.

Luckily no one heard him as he pushed with all his strength determined to push his sparklings out despite the pain.

It was the middle of the night when his sparklings finally emerged and snowing outside. The cave did little to shield them and he found himself shivering as he reached for them.

They were strangely quiet as he grabbed them. His two beautiful twins. He pulled them into his arms and held them close. They were so cold and he pulled them closer determined to warm them up.

Even though he was starving he opened his chest plates. He'd give everything he had to them. They were all he had left. At first, they wouldn't latch on no matter how much he begged.

Tears fell as he looked at his beautiful twins. Closing his optics he prayed for them to be okay. When he opened his optics they were finally feeding. He cheered rubbing their little cheeks with tears falling down his face.

Watching them eat he cried because his sparklings were going to be okay. He could even feel them start to warm from his body heat.

In the morning he forced himself to get up. His sparklings were peacefully sleeping as he climbed onto he horse holding them close.

They continued their journey which was made harder by all the snow that had fallen. However, he didn't care because his sparklings were finally here and they were both perfect. He found himself unable to stop touching them although he was careful not to wake them up knowing how important it was for them to sleep.

When he'd almost reached one of the winter dwellers tribes he was attacked again. This time he lost his horse when trying to protect his sparklings.

He'd fallen to the ground hitting his head in the process which began bleeding making it hard to see with the energon falling down his face.

He held his crying sparklings close desperately running through the snow as he was being chased. Using the forest he managed to lose them and stumbled around feeling disoriented.

He was so cold but it didn't matter he just needed to get his sparklings somewhere safe. They were almost there. He forced his legs to move not noticed one was bleeding from being shot.

All he cared about was safety but his legs collapsed. He sobbed holding his crying sparklings close trying to soothe them. They must have been starving and he tried opening his chest plating but it was frozen stuck.

Black spots entered his vision when he tried to stand and even though he fought unconsciousness for as long as possible he couldn't hold on any longer and lost consciousness.

Hearing the commotion the winter dwellers rushed to see what was going on. They heard the echoing of guns and found the city dwellers. The two groups fought with the winter dwellers overpowering them.

Soundwave glared down at the city dwellers who'd been shouting insults before but were now trembling with fear. Noticing something odd he found himself breaking away from the group to investigate.

He saw footprints in the snow that looked fresh and he followed them becoming alarmed when he found blood. He followed the trail using his tracking abilities to locate the injured mech.

He was stunned when he came across someone unconscious in the snow. Recognizing the thin fabric he wore he was shocked to find a sun dweller so far away from any of their tribes.

He was even more shocked when he found two sparklings in his arms. He crouched down looking at the two sparklings who were both dead. It was obvious they were both still born and he looked at the carrying mech in concern.

When he checked him over he was shocked to find that he was still alive although not for much longer if he didn't do something.

The mech was clearly suffering from the cold along with his other injuries. He carefully pried the dead sparklings out of his arms. When the other members of his tribe came over he silently handed them to him.

They looked down at the sparklings sadly. They would give them a proper burial.

"Is he..."

"He's alive?"

He gently scooped the mech up ignoring the others surprised looks. He carried him to their healer Ratchet who glared angrily at his injuries. Especially when he found out that he'd just given emergence by himself.

Even though he was in good hands he found himself reluctant to leave the sun dweller. He couldn't imagine what could have happened to make him leave his home but if he survived he promised to look after him.

[hes-striker]

Alright, we all want to know about Blitz and his pregnancy.....

But I wanna know if Striker is there for his "ailment" or if he's pregnant again.

Bunny: This took a while to write out…so I hope you enjoy 😊

Striker sat on the crinkling paper of the examination table, his hat tipped low over his eyes as he absently toyed with a loose thread on his coat. The sterile scent of the room was sharp in his nose, mingling with the faint smell of antiseptic. The tension in his shoulders was evident, but his expression was calm, almost detached.

The doctor, an older demon with a tired demeanor, entered the room holding a clipboard. His brow furrowed as he looked over the results. He adjusted his glasses, glancing at Striker with a mix of sympathy and professionalism.

Doctor: Mr. Striker, we've got the results back from your tests, and... it's not good news, I’m afraid.

Striker’s smirk didn’t falter, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Striker: Yeah? Well, I reckon it ain’t ever good news in places like this. Go on, doc, lay it on me.

The doctor sighed, setting the clipboard down on the counter before turning to face him fully.

Doctor: Your condition—Infernal Bloom Syndrome—has progressed significantly. The plant growing inside you is a Prickly Pear. Normally, we see blooms that are relatively benign—roses, daisies, things like that. But a cactus... it’s different. The spines are puncturing your lung tissue, and the growth is aggressive.

Striker’s smirk finally wavered, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Striker: A cactus, huh? Figures. Always had a knack for the rough stuff.

Doctor: *ignoring the attempt at humor* It’s serious, Mr. Striker. We can remove it surgically, but... the procedure is complex and risky. Even if we do it successfully, recovery won’t be easy.

Striker leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Striker: Let me guess—this fancy surgery’s gonna cost me more’n I’ve got.

The doctor hesitated, then nodded.

Doctor: The procedure would cost upwards of $300,000. Without insurance or significant financial backing... it’s not something most can afford. And that’s just for the surgery itself. You would need post-op care which would made that estimate closer to $500,000

Striker let out a low whistle, shaking his head.

Striker: Well, ain’t that a kick in the teeth. Guess that means I’m stuck with it.

The doctor frowned, his expression softening.

Doctor: If you leave it untreated, the growth will continue. At its current rate... you’ll have less than a year before your lungs give out completely. The symptoms will worsen—more pain, more coughing up petals, and eventually...

He trailed off, his tone grim.

Striker didn’t flinch, though his jaw tightened slightly.

Striker: I get it, doc. No need to sugarcoat it for me. I’ve been through worse.

Doctor: There are payment plans and financing options we can explore. You don’t have to make a decision right now—

Striker: Don’t bother. *He slid off the table, adjusting his hat as he turned toward the door* I’ve had a good run

The doctor watched him, concern etched across his face.

Doctor: Mr. Striker... if you don’t mind me saying, Infernal Bloom Syndrome is tied to unresolved emotions. If you addressed the feelings causing this, the growth might slow, maybe even stop.

Striker froze for a moment, his back to the doctor.

Striker: Yeah, well... some feelings ain’t meant to be resolved.

Without another word, he strode out of the room, his spurs jingling softly with each step. The receptionist offered him a polite smile on his way out, but Striker didn’t look at her.

As he stepped into the crimson twilight of Sloth, he pulled his hat lower over his eyes, his smirk returning—but it was colder now, forced.

He mounted his horse, spurred it into motion, and disappeared into the haze of the city, the weight of his fate heavy on his shoulders.

——————

Blitzø sat on the examination table, swinging his legs impatiently, trying to distract himself by counting the tiles on the ceiling. Stolas sat nearby, tinged with unease.

The obgyn, a short demon with thick glasses and a clipboard, adjusted her gloves before addressing them. Her expression was calm but tinged with concern.

Doctor: Well, Mr. Blitzø, I’ve gone over your results, and... unfortunately, you’re not pregnant.

Blitzø froze mid-swing, his legs going still as his eyes darted toward the doctor.

Blitzø: Not even a little egg? A tiny speck of somethin'?

The doctor shook her head gently.

Doctor: No, I’m afraid not. We also conducted a deeper examination, and... there’s something you need to know.

Stolas leaned forward, his crimson eyes narrowing in concern.

Stolas: What is it?

The doctor sighed, adjusting her glasses again as she looked at Blitzø.

Doctor: Your reproductive system has significant damage. There’s a lot of scar tissue, likely from old injuries. The environment inside your womb has become... inhospitable. I’m sorry, but it’s unlikely you’ll be able to carry a child, even with assistance.

Blitzø’s jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists on his lap.

Blitzø: *gruffly* Tch. Guess that’s just my luck, huh? Can’t even do that right.

Stolas reached out, placing a gentle hand on Blitzø’s shoulder.

Stolas: Blitzø, it’s not your fault. This isn’t something you could control.

Blitzø shrugged off the comforting hand, his face set in a grimace.

Blitzø: Yeah, well, doesn’t make it suck any less.

The doctor cleared her throat softly, giving them both a moment before continuing.

Doctor: There is more. *he holds a separate file with Stolas’s name* We have your test results. Unfortunately you cannot carry an egg either.

Stolas: What?!

Doctor: It seems you still have the means to create an egg internal, such as, well different type of eggs, but they are of low quality and quantity. We could extract them and try IVF treatment but with your narrow frame, I wouldn’t recommend you carrying an egg to term, especially with a hybrid creature. You both still have the ability to site children but not carry a child.

The room was heavy with silence after the doctor’s words. Blitzø and Stolas both stared at her, the weight of the news settling over them like a thick fog. Blitzø leaned back against the examination table, rubbing a hand over his face as he let out a low, bitter laugh.

Blitzø: Hah. So what you’re saying is, we’re two broken bastards who can’t even make a kid together? That’s just perfect.

Stolas: *softly, trying to keep his composure* Blitzø... please.

Blitzø waved him off, sliding down from the table with a rough scrape of his boots.

Blitzø: No, no, it’s fine, Stolas. Real damn poetic, isn’t it? The universe just loves screwin’ me over.

The doctor cleared her throat again, trying to break the tension.

Doctor: I understand this is difficult news to hear, but there are still options if you both wish to have a child. Surrogacy is a possibility. We could extract viable eggs and—

Blitzø: interrupting Yeah, yeah, I get it. Test tubes and magic. Sounds real heartwarming.

Stolas stood, his tall frame casting a shadow over Blitzø as he approached him slowly.

Stolas: Blitzø, I know this isn’t what we wanted to hear, but... this doesn’t mean we can’t have the family we talked about. It just means we’ll have to do it differently.

Blitzø looked up at him, his expression a mix of frustration and sadness.

Blitzø: Differently? Stolas, I can’t even... I can’t even do this. I thought maybe for once I’d be good enough—good enough to give you something real. But now? *he gestured vaguely at the doctor, the room, himself* Now I’m just another screw-up who can’t follow through.

Stolas’s eyes softened as he cupped Blitzø’s face in his hands.

Stolas: This doesn’t change how I feel about you. I love you for you, not for what you can or can’t give me.

Blitzø hesitated, his bravado faltering as he looked into Stolas’s eyes.

Doctor: *gently interjecting* You both have a strong bond. If you choose to pursue other options, I’m confident you’ll find a way to make it work. I can refer you to a specialist if you’d like to discuss surrogacy further.

Blitzø: *sighing* Yeah, sure. Whatever. Send us the info.

Stolas turned to the doctor, nodding politely despite the heavy weight on his shoulders.

Stolas: Thank you, Doctor. We’ll take some time to think about it.

The doctor gave a small smile, leaving them alone in the room to process the news. Blitzø slumped back against the table, his usual energy drained.

Blitzø: *quietly* I just wanted to prove I could be better for you, y’know? That I could make this... us... something that actually works.

Stolas placed a hand on Blitzø’s shoulder, his voice firm yet gentle.

Stolas: You already have, Blitzø. You’ve given me love and a family I never thought I’d have. And we’ll figure this out. Together.

Blitzø glanced at him, his lips quirking up in a half-smile, though his eyes were still shadowed with doubt.

Blitzø: Together, huh? Guess I’ll hold you to that.

[no-less-than-a-god]

Tag Navigation + extra

(before I get into this btw if you're curious about anything PLEASE SEND ME AN ASK! I WOULD LOVE TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS Y'ALL HAVE)

#loredump - posts centered around all lore

#blurb - short posts that contain details of the au, but may or may not include lore

#fertilizer posting - shitposts

#snippet - posts that contain snippets from pre-existing scenes

#drabbling ichor - posts that contain fic drabbles (fics less than 1k words)

#fickle thing - fic posts!

#halved crown au - MAIN AU for this blog, what this blog is centered around

#syndicate au - side au I randomly came up with (loredump here)

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Writing Navigation:

Halved Crown au:

prologue

Lamb to the Slaughter (the Lamb's execution, outsider perspective); ao3 version

Slaughter to the Lamb (the Lamb's execution, Lamb's perspective) (accidental easter fic?); ao3 version

the first time the Lamb sought death to see Narinder; ao3 version

Valentine's Day drabble; ao3 version

Narinder touching grass (real) (not clickbait); ao3 version

the Lamb: oh boy I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me; ao3 version

the Lamb takes a needed break; ao3 version

Fragments; ao3 version

Baal and Aym reunite with their mother; ao3 version

of Harvest, of Celebration, and of Rest: part 1, part 2; ao3 version

Bonus: a return to Anura; ao3 version

Syndicate au:

(to be written...)

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[eatanorange]

what the clinical diagnosis usually is for someone gettin the good ole tubes removed: sterilization

what the diagnosis said for the one I just accessioned: UNWANTED FERTILITY

[pandoras-sonic-au]

Here it is 5 am and I have a question

Why did Mephiles specifically choose Silver?

It could be that Silver was the easiest victim, that his powers are too strong or something like that

What if it was another character? Like Sonic for example

- butterfly

Mephiles chose Silver KINDA OUT OF SPITE... This is what I mean with this being a DADow AU makes changes to Mephiles specifically.

Mephiles chose Silver because that is his enemy's son, and YEAH, he assumed Silver had latent potential, but he also thought "Haha Shadow would be soooo mad if he saw me use his son for my nefarious scheme." /hj

Mephiles biggest thing is he wanted someone who could use the Time Stones, since only living people can, and Mephiles doesn't count as living.

So basically, spite, power, and time travel