#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.

[caroldantops]

Werewitch au where Rio is fucking you as deeply as possible and she grunts in your ear about how you’re going to give her a litter of pups

YESSSSSSSS!!!!!

so primal and desperate to fill you…telling you “we need to grow our little pack”

agatha cupping your face while rio pounds into you from behind pressed fully against your back, telling you “we’re gonna breed you every day if that’s what it takes, pup.”

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus accidentally being inseminated with Soundwave’s sparkling

With the end of the war everything was changing one of those was his medic. He'd always had Ratchet as his medic but now he was looking into finding someone else.

Ratchet was great but he had other options now and wanted to try a... Nicer medic.

He was a little nervous going to his first appointment with his new medic. Ratchet had sent over all his medical information which was good.

He was probably glad it was one less person he had to deal with. Ratchet mentioned wanting to have more personal time now that the war was over.

His new medic used to be a Decepticon, but he was also a race car and had a shiny finish.

Since the war was over and a peace treaty had been signed. He thought it couldn't hurt to help blend Cybertron together. Even though the war was over they were still divided.

Walking into the clinic he was a little nervous because it was mostly Decepticons. However the appointment went well. Until he learned that he'd have to come back for his interface equipment to be looked at.

He always hated those appointments and he put it off for as long as possible. Which caused him to have a different medic since Knockout was on vacation with his Conjunx.

Even though he didn't want to do this. Especially when his medic wouldn't be there he forced himself to go.

The medic treated him strangely which he already didn't like making a comment about his looks.

He didn't know what to expect since this wasn't his usual medic but he didn't remember it hurting so much. He assumed the Decepticons didn't mind how rough their medics were but Ratchet never caused him pain like this when he was examining his array.

When it was over he felt sore down there and was happy to be done with it.

Days later and he started feeling sick. He'd throw up in the morning and then be fine for the rest of the day. He was also tired all the time, his moods fluctuated frequently and he was always hungry constantly having cravings. Even the energon he usually drank was now disgusting and he'd started drinking something else.

He was looking in the mirror noticing some weight gain when his comm rang. He quickly answered it confused when it was Knockout and he sounded stressed.

"Please come to the clinic immediately."

He then hung up leaving him alone to wonder what was going on. He took one last look in the mirror and then drove over. Afterwards he planned to hit the tracks to hopefully lose the weight he'd gained.

When he got there the clinic was quiet and he was quickly ushered into a room.

Knockout stood there looking nervous and trying to hide it. The medic who did his interface equipment exam looked terrified and was shaking. Ratchet was also there looking mad and Soundwave was there for some reason, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Sit down."

He did as he was told shifting in discomfort from everyone looking at him.

"There was a mix-up during your appointment."

"A mix-up!?"

Ratchet looked mad glaring at Knockout.

"What kind of clinic is this? How could something like this have happened?"

"What's going on?"

He gave them all a nervous look and Knockout sighed.

"You were supposed to get an exam done on your interface equipment which is standard procedure. However there was a mix-up."

Ratchet huffed and Knockout ignored him.

"Our medic here."

They froze staring at him in fear.

"Made a mistake."

Ratchet glared.

"They accidentally inseminated you with Soundwave's transfluid."

It was quiet for a long moment as he struggled to digest what he'd just been told.

"What!"

He shouted looking at them in shock.

"How could this have happened?"

"They thought you were Soundwave's surrogate and inseminated you. Now the question is if you're sparked or not."

He froze spark pounding as he thought about his recent symptoms. He rubbed his tanks and Ratchet shoved the other medics away grabbing some equipment.

"Let me do it and after this I want you to become my patient again."

"If he's sparked with Soundwave's..."

"Soundwave will just have to deal with it. If he's sparked Hot Rod would be carrying the sparkling not him and he doesn't get a choice."

Ratchet glared at Soundwave who remained silent. He didn't look at him instead he stared at the equipment. Shivering when Ratchet rubbed cold gel on his belly.

He then put some kind of stick against it and they all watched on the monitors as the beginnings of a sparkling appeared.

His optics widened and he felt like he was going to be sick. Ratchet grabbed a bucket passing it to him just as he threw up.

The medic responsible for this mess looked horrified and Soundwave glared at them while rubbing his back. He leaned into it for a second before remembering who was touching him and quickly moved away.

He found himself shaking crying as he begun to have a panic attack especially with everyone talking at once.

Ratchet kicked everyone else taking over as his medic.

"This is your choice. You never wanted this and I want you to take a few days to think things over."

He nodded still shaking and crying. Ratchet let him stay there until he was ready and when he left the room the clinic was empty and he didn't have to worry about anyone bothering him.

He went home and curled up in bed trying to figure out what he was going to do.

[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

[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.

[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]

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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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[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.

[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

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus being a surrogate for drift and ratchet. He loves them but knows it’ll always be a secret one sided love.

He ends up conjunxed to soundwave. They both just take such good care of each other in all aspects

Holding a box of candy in one hand he knocked with the other feeling his spark pound in his chest. Recently Ratchet and Drift had been spending a lot of time with him. Going on what seemed like dates and now they were inviting him over because they wanted to ask him something.

He was practically vibrating with excitement. He'd always loved Drift and he'd found himself falling for Ratchet. He thought they felt the same way and were going to ask him if he would be interested in dating them.

Ratchet opened the door happy to see him and quickly pulled him inside. Drift was already inside giving him a nervous smile as he was guided to sit across from them.

"There is something we want to ask you..."

He nodded shifting with excitement.

"We want you to be our surrogate."

He gave them a confused look.

"We've always wanted a family but neither of us can carry."

"Don't you have to have carried in the past to be considered?"

"Yes and from the exams I've given you over the years I know you've carried in the past."

His energon froze and he stiffened trying to hide his distress.

"Let me think about it."

Even though he tried to hide it from him, Drift could still tell something was wrong.

"Roddy?"

Feeling boxed in he began to panic and before Drift could touch him he ran back to his room where he collapsed onto the floor.

He began to uncontrollably sob as he thought about his sparkling who was gone. They'd died in the fall of Nyon and having Drift and Ratchet bring up carrying, brought back a flood of memories and emotions he'd tried to forget.

Breaking down he was despondent for days. He knew everyone was worried about him. Drift and Ratchet had come by apologizing Ratchet admitting that he'd been insensitive.

He should have realized there was a reason he never brought up having a sparkling.

He'd clawed at his belly right where his tank was. All it ever did was cause him grief. He thought Drift and Ratchet liked him but all they wanted was a surrogate.

Megatron was able to piece together what happened and knew why he was upset. He'd been there after all watching him break down and sob with Soundwave holding him.

The grief had torn them apart. Soundwave wanted to kill the high council and make them suffer as revenge. He wanted to burn Cybertron to the ground. However Hot Rod didn't want anyone else to suffer the same pain he did.

Soundwave chose the Decepticons and Hot Rod chose the Autobots and both of them liked to pretend that was it. Even though their sparks desperately reached for each other every time they were near. On the anniversary and birthday of their sparkling they would always get together. To mourn and to celebrate the life gone too soon.

Megatron knew Soundwave would be the only one who could help him and he was right.

When he heard a knock on the door he was going to ignore it until it was their secret knock. He'd gasped opening the door in shock to find Soundwave.

"Rodimus."

He broke down sobbing and Soundwave held him. Their sparks swelled and their fields desperately mixed together.

Soundwave pulled him inside before anyone could see him break down. Knowing he wouldn't want his crew to see him like that.

They clung to each other as he told Soundwave everything. He was pissed. How dare they try and use him?

They made him believe they liked him only to be manipulating him into giving them a sparkling. Ratchet especially should have known better and shouldn't have said that.

He felt violated and helpless. Soundwave suggested a new medic which was a start but he didn't know if he could trust them anymore.

"I feel my entire life has been destroyed and I don't know how to start over again. It hurt too much the first time."

"I'm sorry Rodimus. I promise you won't be alone this time I'm not leaving you."

Nodding he cuddled closer and Soundwave held him as they grieved.

[onedivinemisfit]

Like a personal Venus

Obiyukibingo, this time it’s Archaeology AU 😂 I wasn’t feeling it too much, but figured this would be exactly the sort of mind trap Obi would fall into~

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

[novococain]

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