#just do mpreg you cowards

[tooturtly]

I will fully articulate this at some point, but the unending illogical rage I feel whenever I see a fic or something where one of the characters in an f/f or m/m pairing is gender swapped is blinding. I will not stomach reading that. I just can’t. And I need to articulate this at some point.

[reallyromealone]

SOULMATES 6

Warnings

Male reader, mpreg, omegaverse, angst, fluff

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Tanjiro helped (name) change their little fabric diapers "how can such little bodies produce so much poop..." (Name) mumbled to the beta who laughed "they are little poop machines, my siblings weren't much better" Tanjiro said as nezuko watched curiously "they're going to be strong, I can tell" Tanjiro said sweetly to the Omega "you think?" (Name) asked softly and both Tanjiro and Nezuko nodded.

The siblings felt pity for the omega, they knew (name) wanted to find love with rengoku but...they also knew the Alpha never said how he felt to poor (name) who had no option but to give up on his feelings.

And then to be soulmates with his natural and literal enemy?

It was just cruel.

"How do you deal with this (name)?" Tanjiro asked genuinely as he looked at the other "..." (Name) was quiet as he gently traced his pups cheeks, noting how much they bare resemblance to their father "I want to scream and cry but... I'm also so happy? I can't describe it" (name) said genuinely "my entire life was changed and I had zero options but to adapt or die, I haven't had a second to process... If i wasn't trying not to die I was busy handling other things..." (Name) said genuinely "I know I'm asking for something unfair and impossible, it's unfair to ask if anyone but... I just I want my pups to grow up with both sides, I don't want to deny them that"

Tanjiro hugged (name) gently and Nezuko placed her hand on the omegas knee, the siblings comforting their friend, knowing (name) just wanted to be happy.

Rengoku was deeply uncomfortable as he stood beside Kokushibo, the demon silent as they stood guard in front of the only entrance of the home, both men having their hands on their swords in case anything were to happen.

He heard the crying and the grip on his blade tightned, it took everything for him to not leave his post and comfort the Omega that was almost his.

The pups that should have been his.

"Your self deprecation will not change events, so cease" Kokushibos words were blunt and cold to the Slayer, annoyed by his pharamones that were leaking everywhere.

"You wouldn't understand" Rengoku spat at the demon who rolled.his eyes "nor do I care, control your pharamones"

"I loved him but I missed my opportunity" rengoku said and Kokushibo tried so hard not to kill him right then and there "I knew he loved me and I never said anything! I suck!"

"You were a coward" kokushibo said bluntly "now he is someone else's Omega, you must move on"

"I-I know..." Rengoku couldnt be the one (name) could be with but... He will be the one that can help (name).

(Name) did let Muzan see his pups, he was angry not a monster, watching the demon interact with the tiny bundles of joy who immediately recognized their dad though (child A) kept grabbing at his hair.

"They're so weak..." Muzan fondly and (name) huffed "they're babies, if course they're weak" (name) said softly as he scented one of the pups though Muzan could feel the tension from the omega.

Sadly Muzan was far to prideful to give into his omegas demands.

Muzan left (name) scented items that the Omega begrudgingly accepted and added to his nest, the pups enjoying the scent of their papa.

(Name) got used to the demons and slayer's as a routine, finding company with Doma again as the demon visited his "favorite human" as he liked to say, ignoring how delicious the Omega smelt.

"He's really serious about this" Tengen mumbled as Giyu nodded "he wants his children to have a functional childhood, he's a good Dam"

"He's asking us to be friends with demons!"

"He's not asking you to be friends, he's asking all of us not to kill each other for his pups wellbeing"

"I would rather die than befriend those monsters"

Shinobu remembers her sister talking fondly of wanting demons and humans to live in harmony, she held her beliefs too deep down.

Then she met Doma.

Then she was reminded about how much she hated demons.

But (name)...

He reminded her so much of her beloved sister Kanae, the Omega sharing the same desire for demons and humans to co exist.

A small part of her rooted for his dreams, wanting the fighting... The suffering... For it all to stop.

(Name) remembered when he was little, tengen would sneak him little treats when their father would shame him for not being a good Omega, the boy just wanting to hang out with his brothers...

"I will never treat you how my father treated my siblings and I, whatever you want to do... I will support" (name) said softly to the sleeping pups who clung to each other so helplessly "who knows what's to come in the future but I know you both will thrive..."

A knock came at the door, Rengoku opening it at the soft 'enter' with food for the Omega as Kokushibo kept guard, once the next team arrived they were off duty.

(Name) perked up at the other, a slightly sad smile on his face as he offered the Alpha to sit "come... Meet my pups" (name)s words kind as Rengoku looked heartbroken at the pups, the tiny bundles of innocence that should have been his...

It was almost painful as he watched the Omega soothe and scent the pups.

God, if he was just (name)s soulmate... Everything would be better.

(Name) would be happy, provided for and never a worry in his mind.

He could see his brother and friends whenever he wanted, their pups would thrive.

Yet here he was, useless.

He tried to move on but seeing him like this... It killed him.

"(Child A) kind of looks like you when you accidentally spilt Shinobus tea" (name) commented as the pup yawned and it did look like he was screaming in fear "I was not that scared!" Rengoku laughed as the pup snuggled back in the nest "you hid from her for a week" (name) teased and the blond pouted playfully "they're cute kids" he comments genuinely and (name) beams "they're my world!"

The two chatted like the old friends they were as (name) ate happily.

(Name) needed Muzan.

Bad.

The Omega whined when he woke up and he wasn't there holding him or reading but (name) did this to himself.

He's the one who booted his alpha out.

(Name) found himself crying as his pups slept, not hearing Muzan enter with his breakfast "why are you crying?" The demon asked, crouching before the Omega and setting the food to the side "alpha..." (Name) mumbled, feeling just overwhelmed as the pups kept him up all night and day, needing to be fed more due to them being half demon.

"Alphas here now" Muzan said kissing his mate gently, pulling him close and scenting him and Muzan could feel the exhaustion radiate off him in heavy waves "my omegas putting to much on himself" Muzan said almost playfully, a tone (name)s never heard "I just...want everyone to get along... It's all I ask"

"How about you see them once a month... Do whatever you humans do and then return back with me to the infinity castle" Muzan asked as if he didn't have plans to remove the problem from the equation, he knew the slayer's were planning something as well.

They were just waiting.

"That place is far to dangerous for pups!" (Name) grumbled out as he played with his mates sleeve "I'm building a new home for us, so you can play with our pups... The castle will be temporary besides the pups can't even hold their heads up"

"..." (Name) was quiet as he wiped the tears from his eyes "do you promise to keep your word?"

"If course beloved" until his plan goes as he wants of course.

You see, humans are predictable and he's waiting till one of them slips up so it seems they attacked the demons against (name)s wishes.

And he just had to wait.

Both parties gathered as (name) spoke of the compromise, Muzan playing supportive husband and watching them seethe.

It was phenomenal.

The slayer's obviously argued but (name) chirped "Muzan wouldn't lie!" The Alpha wouldn't lie per day but he did keep secrets and manipulate but his sweet Omega didn't need to know that.

He just needed to be his perfect little mate and one day his little Emperor consort to Muzans emperor.

Muzan had a nursery set up when they returned to the infinity castle, the pups set in and the Alpha having his mate relax on their bed, kissing (name)s swollen ankle as he rubbed his feet.

He was doing anything to get (name) to be happy with him, the two seperate for far to long and the poor Omega needed to be reminded he only needed Muzan.

He doted completely on (name) and the pups, making it well aware his priorities were them so when he went to see his family, the hostility would make (name) mad.

And come to Muzan for comfort.

All he had to do was wait.

[omnivorousshipper]

You still interested in mpreg prompts? How about Deckard finding out he's pregnant in the middle of a mission and Luke suddenly becomes incredibly protective, trying to get the job done as soon as possible so they can go home and cuddle <3

I am ALWAYS interested in mpreg prompts!! This is a beautiful prompt and it'd totally happen in canon (if the writers weren't cowards lol)

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Deckard knew he shouldn't have gone on this mission.

He had known as soon as he had vomited that morning that his body wasn't in the right condition. But, he had chalked it up to the smell of breakfast that had turned his stomach. Normally, bacon didn't have that kind of effect on him, but it had made him run for the nearest bathroom.

Luke had naturally told him to stay back and he could go solo on the mission, but Deckard refused profusely.

Like hell he was going to let Luke go by himself, even if it was a simple mission.

There was nothing wrong with having backup.

Now though, as he leaned against a pillar away from gunfire, he seriously regretted coming along.

Swallowing thickly, Deckard could feel the tell-tale tickle in the back of his throat that he was about to vomit again. The strong scent of smoke and gunpowder was thick in the air, choking him.

"Bloody hell..." Deckard moaned to himself as he pressed a hand to his stomach.

"Deck, where are you?!" Luke yelled over their comms.

"Out of the way," Deckard grunted. "Can you handle yourself, twinkletoes?"

"Of course I can," Luke laughed back. "Are you ok?"

Taking a measured breath, Deckard didn't know what to say. He didn't want to make Luke worry; Deckard could handle himself even if he could keep his stomach in check.

With his hand on his stomach he pressed a bit more firmly and blinked.

Since when had his stomach felt like a hard bump?

He hadn't changed his diet-- ok that was a lie. For the last month, he had been experiencing even more cravings for sweets than normal. He had indulged, promising to hit the gym more.

The more he thought of it, the more he began to realize what else had been different about his daily life.

More often than not, he would feel tired and would take frequent naps during the day. Alongside that, he had been far more touchy with Luke. There wasn't a moment he didn't want to cuddle.

Once again pressing down on his stomach, Deckard knew.

He was pregnant.

"Luke..."

"Deckard?" Luke's voice had an edge of concern.

"I think I'm pregnant."

There was a beat of silence.

"What?! How?"

"Well, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much--"

"I know how babies are made, you prick. I meant, I thought we were using protection."

"Looks like your swimmers are just too strong."

"Guess so," Luke huffed. "You said you were in a safe spot?"

"Yeah."

"Stay there. I'll handle these assholes and come get you."

"What? I can still fight."

"Like fuck I'm gonna let you do that."

"Excuse you?!" Deckard barked back.

"Don't start with me, princess!" Luke shouted back. "You're not risking just your life now!"

Deckard cursed. Luke was right.

"Fine."

"Just sit tight," Luke soothed.

Deckard scowled but knew better than to keep arguing. If he had known this was going to most likely be his last mission, he would have picked a bigger one. Something more exciting than shooting a gun.

In no time, the gunshots stopped and Deckard heard loud footsteps coming towards his hiding spot. Stepping out from behind the pillar, Deckard smiled softly as he spotted Luke.

He looked ethereal.

The afternoon sun shown off the sweat coating his body, showing off his flexing muscles. He walked with his back straight, shoulders thrown back, as he walked confidently towards Deckard.

"Hey there, princess."

Deckard met him halfway and threw his arms around Luke's shoulders.

"We're having a baby," Deckard smiled as he leaned forward and kissed Luke.

"I can't wait," Luke purred as he deepened the kiss. So lost in the sensation of Luke claiming his mouth, Deckard yelped as he felt himself being lifted into the air.

Now being held in Luke's arm, bridal style, Deckard glared at him.

"I can walk you know."

"I know," Luke smirked, not letting Deckard down.

Rolling his eyes, Deckard laid his head on Luke's shoulder. He had a feeling he'd be finding himself in this position more often.

"Guess Hatts and Oh will have to take my place on our mission," Deckard said.

Luke made a pained face.

"If that's what it takes to keep you safe," he agreed begrudgingly.

Laughing to himself, Deckard tightened his hold on Luke.

He couldn't wait to meet their baby.

[mychlapci]

https://www.tumblr.com/mychlapci/766427962394509312/when-you-have-a-pregnancy-and-mpreg-fetish-but-you?source=share

So real

My problem with most abo works is that they are not even creative about it. With mpreg as a whole there's a lot of ways to make it happen but with abo it's just "he's an omega lol" without exploring the things that can make it insteresting. Most of the time they don't even give them tummies YOU COWARDS

this is where our opinions divert because i think the a/b/o system itself is an unnecessary explanation behind the pregnancy, and i literally don't think we need an explanation. i dont think we need to get creative. i just need the fanfic to say "yeah he's pregnant" and that's it. i dont care how it happened. men get pregnant sometimes. i just need belly rubs and graphic birth, please, my hand is in my pants...

now tummy-less pregnancies, now that's cowardice, you are so real for that. it happens a lot in transformers mechpreg and i respect it because it's very lore-friendly, but if my hand is in my pants and your #Mech Preg #Birth fanfic is about sparks being extracted from the chest cavity, shame on you. what am i supposed to do with this penis now.

[each-uisge-enthusiast]

so, overall i think kaos is a pretty solid idea. i just think it sorta failed to stick the landing by opting to veer away from the less acceptable within the mainstream kinds of weird strange disturbing shit (zeus turning into an animal to bang people. the mpreg of it all. the increasingly more batshit things hera did to the women zeus assaulted bc i’m gonna be so serious her just turning them all into bees is objectively less funny than the actual myths) and replaced it with things that honestly feel more like if you combined real housewives esque drama with the inner mechanisms of an edgy 12 year old and their edgy original characters do not steal (trademark).

i was fond of the dionysus depiction. the furies were dykes on bikes so literally nothing they did could be wrong to me (i also just think that the depiction of them was neat). i sort of liked the hades/persephone depiction but i don’t like that they just entirely erased the narrative behind them because if you’re going to dark comedy greek mythology then you’re a coward for not making the hades/pers dynamic more of a. fucked up ‘well i’m stuck with this so fine whatever ig’ dynamic than. whatever that was. i saw the ariadne twist from a mile off though that didn’t make it BAD i actually thought it was funny (don’t like that they called the minotaur glaucus though because glaucus is an entirely different brother of ariadne). honestly think if they were real they would not have had hera cheat with poseidon and instead had zeus cheat with poseidon.

i’m mad about the caeneus power nerf and i. don’t know that i’m all that fond of the fact that the amazons are depicted as terfs but that could be a personal bias because i’m quite fond of the amazon warriors. i also think it was a bit cowardly (though admittedly probably due to concerns of cgi costs) that they simply didn’t have have mythological creatures really show up, at all. weak. i want harpies. and i want them now. i will say i was absolutely delighted by the cerberus dogs and any complaints i would have taken were overruled by the dogs.

i will say that i’m aware it wasn’t STRIVING to be accurate so much as to be weird au fanfic, which is technically fine, i just think it would have been improved on if it had included the more fucked up aspects (big asterisk i can get why they’d skip over the never ending sexual assault if only bc it would be really poor taste to try make jokes about THAT) because a lot of it felt like pretty standard faire shock value immorality.

[asukaskerian]

Are there scent glands/scent markings in the Cherry Wine A/B/O verse? Or mating bites? (Curious because those are pretty common A/B/O tropes I see around but haven't seen in your verse yet!)

i find! my mental picture of developed neck glands weird and unsexy! and biting into the neck gland to somehow produce a forever-bond to be completely illogical science-wise (kinda like mpreg that has babies born from anal sex GIVE THEM A VAGINA YOU COWARDS. how does rupturing an organ does... any of THAT?)

so like. they give off scents from the same places as normal people do, they just have better noses. and when they fuck, biting the neck to prevent the omega from pushing off the dick before they're knotted is just an act that some people like to do and some don't, though it's been seen as Very Sexy for so long that it might actually be a vestigial instinct, who knows (like some cultures find breasts sexual and get aroused at the sight and some don't care about boobs at all and asses or long hair or bared inner wrists are where it's at)

so it's not rare at all to see an omega with a scarred neck, or even a beta or a bottoming alpha, and it IS seen as sexy, but it's just a somewhat more permanent version of a hickey, it can heal, it can be bitten over by someone else, and doesn't indicate any kind of magical bond. the bonding happens 100% hormonally and not through any vampire action.

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Another new chapter of Blood for Blood is up so take my favourite scene from it.

Pairing: Aemond/Luke

Warnings: omegaverse, mpreg, uncle-nephew incest

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There are pirates attacking the ships.

The messenger is still going through the cost of the attacks – stock, ships, and lives of good men – as Corlys is ordering for a fleet to be arranged to deal with the threat and clear their trade routes again.

For all Aemond knows the older alpha dislikes him for the slights he believes Aemond has committed against his family, Aemond has to respect him in moments like this. The Lord of the Tides has earned his reputation through action and leadership and is willing to do what needs to be done in order to protect his House and Seat even now as his age catches up to him.

“What can we do?” Luke asks, walking over to Corlys side. Aemond knows that he is the other part of that ‘we’. His nephew has quickly become adept at thinking of Aemond as an extension of him even if he struggles with the other parts of his role as future Lord of the Tides.

“Stay here,” Corlys tells him, taking Luke by the shoulders. “Take the opportunity to learn the people and their needs.”

Aemond catches the glance Corlys gives his wife over Luke’s shoulder. Rhaenys expression tight.

Fighting pirates is dangerous and Corlys best days are long in the past. He could very well be leaving to his death and, despite the lack of blood between them and Luke’s omega presentation, Corlys has been adamant his seat would go to him should that happen.

And Aemond’s father had given Aemond to Luke in response. He said it was to give Aemond a title but Aemond knows it was to give Luke a sword and a war-dragon.

A sword that has only seen the training yard and Vhagar has not seen a battle for years.

Yet Luke had completed his part of the bargain – silver-haired Laenor born to the relief of many months ago now. An assurance that Driftmark would have an heir and that Aemond and Luke’s marriage was fruitful.

“Send me,” Aemond says, making sure to meet Corlys eyes when the old alpha’s gaze finds him. “I will take Vhagar and the men and deal with the pirates.”

“You have never seen real combat,” Corlys says, “it is very different to training against friendly knights.”

“So let me see it. Let me prove to you that I am capable of it.” Let him show the world what he is good for. Not just a spoilt prince living on his mate’s expense but a Targaryen made of the clothe of the original conquerors. One who can protect his Home and Family from whatever threat that may try and take what is theirs. “I am sure there is much you need to teach my mate that would be a better use of your time than chasing off some cowards who would rather steal than learn an honest trade.”

Corlys considers him at it, his gaze less hateful than Aemond ever remembers it ever being towards him.

“Alright, I will send you,” the Lord of the Tides decides, “but if I do not hear word within a month that the pirates are no more I will come with a second fleet. We cannot allow this threat to the trade routes remain for long lest we risk our partners becoming wary of moving through our waters.”

Aemond nods at it. A fair enough condition even if he hates that he is not trusted at his word. Hopefully this should go some ways to prove that he is worthy of his name and dragon.

“I will go with them then,” Luke says, looking over his shoulder to Aemond. “Two dragons will make faster work of them than one.”

“No,” Corlys says before Aemond has to. The alpha holding Luke’s shoulders firm forcing the omega to look at him. “You will stay here. There is still much you need to learn in order to be Lord of the Tides.”

“But protecting our territory is a part of that is it not?” Luke asks. “If I am to be respected I cannot be seen as slipping any of my responsibilities.”

“Of course,” Corlys says. There are those that say omega men, like women, will never be fit to govern. And they will see any failure on Luke’s part as evidence that he should hand his seat over to another of more fitting designation. “And later, I promise, it will be time for you to learn that lesson as well. But allow your mate this opportunity.”

[bambirex]

It's A Game We Play: Chapter 4

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies,), crack, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe- modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter

Rating: teen and up audiences

Full word count: 10,713 words

Chapter word count: 3,324 words

Chapters: 4/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

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Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Chapter summary: Running into familiar, unwanted faces and meeting weirdly eager strangers.

Author's notes: Chapter title speaks for itself, since this question will pop up during this chapter many times. I liked the suggestions in my comment section about Geralt, Yennefer and Radovid knowing each other so much, that I decided to work that in, thanks for the idea!!!! I am also bringing you all a beloved beloathed character, and Amaryllis's big meeting with the "daddies" as well.

Read on Ao3

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If someone told Yennefer just a week prior that she would literally drop everything and get herself an emergency sabbatical from the bistro, and she would force herself through a nearly four hours long ferry ride, all because she received a mysterious letter from someone she's slept with twenty years ago, she would've called them a fucking moron.

Yet, there she was, staring at the waves licking the side of the ferry as they made their way over the sea. Yennefer put her elbows on the railing with a deep sigh. She closed her eyes as she breathed in the salty air. Twenty years ago, she was traveling across the sea just like she was doing it now, full of youthful energy and hope. She had none of that now. She was just anxious as all hell, because seriously, what could Jaskier possibly want from her? How was she even supposed to react when she saw him standing on the docks, waiting for her? How was she supposed to greet him, what should she ask? How was she supposed to cope with the fact that she had to face someone like that from her past?

"Yennefer?"

As Yennefer turned around fast, the wind blew all of her hair into her face. She cursed and sputtered as she tried her best to remove it from her mouth and eyes.

When she finally came face to face with the person who called out for her, Yennefer suddenly felt the urge to throw herself off the ferry and into the water.

“Geralt,” she hissed, her eyes widening, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

Geralt cleared his throat awkwardly, a habit that he seemed to never have abandoned since Yennefer last saw him. Her and Geralt had dated about ten years ago, and for a while, Yennefer was convinced that maybe he could be the one. She was wrong, like she always was, about every person she dated. Geralt wasn’t a bad person, not by any means, and Yennefer did love him. But maybe two Alphas were just never meant to work out; their too similar personalities soon led to constant fighting, which lead to a not very nice breakup, during which Yennefer told Geralt he was a ball-less coward who really needed to get off his high horse, and Geralt called Yennefer a control freak with anger issues.

And now, to make this already weird and frustrating situation ever worse, here he was, staring at Yennefer with that constipated look on his face.

“It’s nice to see you too, Yen,” Geralt grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. Yennefer scoffed.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I was hoping we could have a civil conversation, but clearly, I was wrong. I just wanted to say hello.”

“Okay, you did. Goodbye.”

“Yennefer,” Geralt sighed, “let’s not be childish, okay?”

Yennefer gripped the railing again to stop herself from committing a crime that would’ve earned her a life sentence.

“Oh, yeah, says the man who’s allergic to commitment, and drops everyone like a hot potato the second things turn serious!”

“Yeah, because you handled everything so maturely,” Geralt growled, “you were only looking for flaws in everything, of course you found them!”

“Did you come here to antagonize me?” Yennefer spat. “You should have just ignored me.”

Geralt deflated at that, somewhat. There was a small, barely-there smile at the corner of his lips. Yennefer hated to admit, but it was still stupidly attractive.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Geralt said, his voice much softer. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Same. So, what are you doing here, Geralt?”

Before Geralt could answer, a teenage girl rushed over to them, knocking into Geralt so hard it looked painful. Her ashen blonde hair was mussed from the wind, and her grin was mischievous.

“Dad,” she called out with a giggle, and Yennefer’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline. Dad!?

“I’m gonna drive a Bentley!”

“What?” Geralt turned to her with utter confusion. Yennefer was pretty sure she was going to pass out and into the sea.

“I never said that you could drive it!” Came a voice from behind the cackling girl. “I just said that you could see it if we reached land!”

A tall man with long, reddish-blond hair approached them with a huff. He looked utterly miserable, which might have had something to do with the seagull shit that covered the shoulder of his clearly expensive silk shirt. He looked familiar. Yennefer narrowed her eyes as she stared at him, trying to figure out where she knew him from.

Geralt blinked at the man with a similarly confused expression. “I’m sorry, do you know my daughter that you’re offering her a car show, or should I call the police?”

“Did you just accuse me of… rude!” The man huffed. “She walked up to me and asked me if the Bentley was mine! I wasn’t gonna send her away!”

“It’s a nice car,” the girl chirped, seemingly uncaring of the adults’ impending brawl. “Can I get a driving license, Dad? I’ve driven your car before, I’d do good!”

“I’m sorry,” Yennefer interrupted them, “Geralt? She’s you daughter?”

Geralt gave her a wounded look. “Yennefer… she’s Ciri. My daughter.”

Yennefer opened her mouth then quickly shut it again before she said something that wasn’t meant to be heard by a child. Geralt used to insist he could never have a family of his own. That he would be a shit dad, and children were too much hassle. He clearly found Yennefer’s desire for kids weird and unnecessary. And here he was, with a kid- a kid that was clearly a teenager. Holy shit, he had a kid while he dated her, he must have had a partner he cheated on with Yennefer, then. He made her into a homewrecker. Yennefer was going to kill someone today.

Ciri nodded towards her with a grin. “Nice to meet you! I like your dress!”

“Thanks…”

“Wait,” the blond guy turned towards Yennefer, “I know you!”

Oh, no. Now that Yennefer took one more look at him, it became obvious where she met him. It was the evening she officially ruined her career as a chef, and she was pretty much exiled to cook at a cheap bistro. She had to cater at some expensive business party, and she was so nervous around all the stuck-up suits, that she messed up the meal, big time. And that guy was there, his stubble was a little thinner and his eyes were a lot less stern back then, but Yennefer recognized him. He was the first to spit out her stew, which then drew attention to the mistake she’s made.

“You put sugar in the stew instead of salt,” the guy said, “it tasted like cake smothered in grease.”

“It wasn’t as bad as you all claimed!” Yennefer snapped. “But your spoiled ass had to make such a frenzy about it! You’re the reason I’m still cooking at a shithole bistro!”

“Oh, thank the stars, that’s better for everyone.”

“Wait,” Geralt said, cutting off the mighty string of curses Yennefer was about to throw. “I know you, too. You have that company. And a tarantula.”

“Huh?” The man turned to Geralt. His eyes widened. “Oh, wait, I remember you too! We met at the vet. Your foal tried to eat my shirt and it also jumped out of your hands and started wreaking havoc in the waiting room!”

“And you were so convinced that your tarantula was more important than my sick horse that you ran in before me! It probably wasn’t even sick, you just didn’t know how to take care of an animal properly.”

“You leave Franz Joseph out of this!” The man yelled, pointing a finger at Geralt’s chest. “He was very sick!”

“Who’s Franz Joseph?” Ciri whispered to Yennefer. Yennefer shook her head, which was quickly growing dizzy.

“Okay, alright,” Geralt sighed deeply. “Your pet has nothing to do with your own arrogance. How’s, uh, Franz Joseph, by the way?”

“He’s dead.”

“Shit. Sorry about that.”

“Alright, will anyone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Yennefer huffed. “Geralt, have you had a kid all along? While you were dating me? Was that why you said you could never have one with me?”

“Maybe not in front of Ciri,” Geralt tried. Ciri narrowed her eyes at him.

“You two dated?”

Geralt released a long-suffering, deep sigh. “Yeah. Some time ago. Yennefer, I adopted Ciri four years ago. She is my daughter, but we haven’t met while we were together. Okay?”

“Okay, and why are you headed to Thanedd?”

“Why are you?”

“I… I got a letter from someone, it’s an emergency, or whatever, I had to drop everything at home, I’m really fed up already, and you are not helping!”

“What,” Geralt’s voice wavered slightly, “a letter? You too?”

“A hand-written letter?” The other guy chimed in, his face turning pale. “From someone on Thanedd? About… a life and death situation?”

“Yes?”

“Who wrote to you,” Geralt asked, his eyes widening with panic, which made Yennefer’s nerves even worse. Yennefer grabbed the railing again, this time to not faint.

“An old love… I mean, someone I knew. Is this an interrogation?”

“You started it,” rich guy reminded her. “And this someone, who sent you a letter… he’s not called Jaskier, by chance?”

“How do you know him,” Geralt growled dangerously as he turned towards the other man. They were about the same height, but he still seemed to tower over him. Yennefer could feel the angry Alpha pheromones oozing off him. It made her feel even more snappish, not to mention that possessive flare upon hearing someone else knowing Jaskier. Her Jaskier.

“Control yourself,” the man warned him, “your child is standing right there next to you.”

“Don’t bring me into this!” Ciri huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a way that was so similar to Geralt’s. “I have zero idea what’s going on, I’m just enjoying the free show.”

“Why would Jaskier write to you,” Geralt continued, lowering his voice slightly. “Who are you to him…?”

“Radovid,” the guy helped him out with a sigh. His eyes narrowed to slits. “And how do you know him?”

“He wrote to all of us!?” Yennefer asked in horror. “What… why the fuck would he do that?”

They all stared at each other. Geralt chewed on his lip, his brows furrowed in distress. Radovid stared at his feet, stiff like a statue. Ciri looked from one to the other, both confused and clearly entertained by the mess she ended up in the middle of.

Yennefer turned back towards the sea and groaned. It wasn’t enough that she had to worry about what Jaskier needed of her after all this time, now she had to face the fact that her ex, and a random guy was also here, and they all got the same letter, apparently.

She really should have thrown that letter away.

--

Probably everyone thought Amaryllis was insane, what with the way she was pacing up and down on the docks, muttering to herself to calm her nerves. She couldn’t possibly know if her plan worked at all. There was a chance their address changed, and none of them received her letter, or if they did, they could have just ignored it. After all, twenty years have passed since then, what were the odds they would leave their homes so abruptly to come see Jaskier?

Amaryllis could only hope that her Papa left a mark on them deep enough that they would want to find out what he (well, Amaryllis) wanted. She knew her father was a remarkable and loveable guy, but she didn’t know how the other three were. She could only go off on the descriptions in the diary, hence why she was nervous if she would recognize them at all.

By the time the ferry arrived, Amaryllis was a hair’s breadth away from passing out. She watched the cars roll down, then the people walk off, her heart beating at an abnormal speed all the while. What was the chance she would get a heart attack right now? She pressed her fingers against her neck to feel her pulse. Oh, God, she was going to explode from anxiety.

Amaryllis craned her neck to see over the crowd that milled around the docks, trying to find faces similar to the descriptions. She really did hope no one went through a drastic style change that made them look entirely different.

The crowd cleared a little, and Amaryllis noticed a shiny white car- a Bentley.

He is literally blonde Prince Charming, not on a white horse, but in a white Bentley.

Amaryllis’s breath hitched in her throat as she approached the car slowly, her palms growing clammy with sweat. What were the chances the car was the same, that it was Radovid’s?

Once she reached the car, she was greeted with a girl somewhat younger than her, who grinned at her brightly.

“Nice car, isn’t it?” She asked proudly. “It’s mine!”

“No, it isn’t… whatever. Let the kids have fun.”

Amaryllis turned towards the voice. She gasped at the sight of a tall, lean man, with blond hair, dressed in expensive clothes there were only somewhat dulled by the smear that suspiciously looked like bird poop. It had to be him.

“Radovid,” Amaryllis breathed out. The man’s eyes widened comically.

“Do we know each other?”

“It’s you…”

“I’m sorry, how do you…?”

Amaryllis wobbled on her feet when a broad, white-haired man stood next to the teenage girl who declared Radovid’s car her own.

“Geralt…?”

“What? How do you know my name?”

“Okay, I genuinely don’t know what’s going on, but…”

Amaryllis turned towards the female voice, and yes, indeed, there was Yennefer. She couldn’t believe her luck.

“Yennefer,” she whispered, causing the woman to stare at her like she just massacred her entire family.

“Do you know my name too?” The young girl laughed. Amaryllis sent her an apologetic smile.

“Alright, this is strange,” Geralt noted, “how do you know us?”

“I… huh. Lord. This is weird, I know. Bear with me, okay?” Amaryllis bit her lip, trying to hold back an excited squeal. “My name is Amaryllis Pankratz.”

“Pankratz!?” They all yelled in unison. Amaryllis grinned. They remembered her Papa.

“Yes. I’m Jaskier’s daughter.”

She had never seen faces turn so white all at once. Geralt practically wasn’t even breathing. Radovid closed his eyes. Yennefer’s jaw literally dropped. The teenage girl grinned in delight.

“Jaskier has a daughter,” Yennefer whispered. She looked Amaryllis up and down, recognition lighting up in her eyes. “Shit. You look just like him. I should have known.”

“Yeah, do you know how many times I got the ‘oh, did Jaskier went back in time and turned into a girl’ joke?” Amaryllis chuckled. She swallowed in embarrassment when no one laughed. “Erm…so, yeah, Jaskier is my father. And I know you guys all know him, and I know you don’t know me, but… ugh, this is difficult! We gotta get to know each other a little better before my wedding.”

“Before the what?” Geralt asked. Amaryllis chuckled nervously.

“Yeah, so I’m getting married and I kinda need one of you to be at the wedding, but first I need to figure out which one of you should be there, because I think one of you is… shit!”

Amaryllis turned pale when she spotted Jaskier in the distance. He was luckily not facing them as he was walking towards the market, but she couldn’t risk him seeing his old lovers there before Amaryllis had a chance to talk to them.

“Trust me,” she practically begged the bewildered group, “and follow me, okay?”

Before any of them could protest, Amaryllis practically shoved them all towards the cars, away from Jaskier. The teenage girl went with them, and while Amaryllis wasn’t sure who she was, she kind of liked her already.

They would all have plenty of time to get to know each other, if everything went well.

--

Jaskier was contemplating which watermelon to pick when he felt a hand brush his side gently. He jumped, dropping both melons on the ground. They smashed on the asphalt, coating his new shoes in juice.

“Thanks for this,” Jaskier groaned as he stared at the mess on the ground, “I will not be paying for these, but you will!”

He looked up to see who touched him. The breath caught in his throat, and his head started swimming right away. He wobbled on his feet for a second, before he let out a mighty “what the fuck are you doing here, you ghoul!?”

“Oh, Jaskier,” came the snarky laugh in response, “you did not change one bit.”

What terrible sin Jaskier must have committed against the gods that they brought Valdo Marx, the bane of his existence, his formal rival, his archnemesis, the curse of his life, to the peaceful little island he lived on!?

“What are you doing here,” Jaskier huffed, hands on his hips, “I thought you were in jail for being a sex offender or something.”

“You wish,” Valdo grinned. He raked his eyes over Jaskier with an appreciative hum. “Look at you. You look lovely, still. Gained some weight, but that’s par for the course after having a child, isn’t it?”

“It takes me approximately one second to grab one more melon and bash your head in with it,” Jaskier warned him. Valdo laughed heartily.

“Oh, come on, now, Jaskier, don’t be so hostile! It looks good on you. You look gorgeous, was what I was trying to say, and yet, here you are, threatening me with assault.”

“Stop with the fake compliments,” Jaskier spat, “what the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be playing shit music with your band of disgraced theater kids?”

“Another thing that didn’t change: your deaf ears. We’re playing plenty, don’t worry. That’s actually why I’m here.”

“What?”

“Oh, haven’t you heard?” Valdo grinned mischievously. “A certain Mrs. Cooper is best friends with our manager. And he offered her a lovely band, ours, to play at her daughter’s wedding.”

“No,” was all Jaskier was able to say when he realized Valdo was talking about the mother of Amaryllis’s fiancée. Valdo laughed again, enjoying the horrified look on Jaskier’s face.

“Congratulations! I’ve heard Sara is marrying your daughter! Can’t wait to meet the lovely brides.”

“You. Are. Not. Playing. At. My. Daughter’s. Wedding!” Jaskier growled, emphasizing every single word. Valdo tutted at him condescendingly.

“Oh, don’t be like that! It’s going to be lovely! You can give your daughter away to the sound of my beautiful singing, doesn’t that sound good? You’ll get to watch me bask in the glory while you cry in the background. Just like old times.”

Jaskier let out a scream as he grabbed another watermelon off the stand. Valdo ducked away just in time before his head collided with the large fruit.

“See you around, Jaskier,” Valdo chuckled. The bastard had the audacity to grab his hand and kiss his knuckles, making Jaskier let out a sound that he didn’t realize he was able to make. He rushed away before Jaskier could attempt to murder him one more time.

“You’re gonna pay for all the melons you smashed, I hope you know that!” The clerk yelled at him. Jaskier nodded with a sigh of defeat.

His hands shook as he fished his money out of his wallet. This couldn’t be real. He must have been experiencing a terrible nightmare, and he would wake up soon.

He would have to come up with a plan to make sure Valdo wouldn’t get to make a mess at Amaryllis’s wedding. Jaskier won’t let that happen, that was for sure.

At least things couldn’t get worse in the meantime, he reassured himself as he walked home.

[karkallicious]

Homestuck as random bullshit I've said EB: someone's gotta tell betty crocker to lay off the cocaine.

EB: i’ve seen michael cera more times than i’d like to today.

EB: i'm sure ben stiller is a decent guy irl but if given the choice between being shot or watching all of his movies i'd ask about the bullet caliber.

TT: Women only want me for my skills in the occult and not my great personality or awesome ass...

TT: That sounds like an issue you should take up with Freud.

TT: But when someone add's apostrophe's to any word that end's with s? You went out of your way to add those. Ignoring your spell check screaming and crying. A tear rolling down the cheek of your elementary school teachers.

TT: Sometimes I'll see an incredibly minor typo and have to resist the urge to be the most pedantic person known to humanity.

TT: This is eldritch horror fucker discrimination.

TG: you dont just take someones obama prism away man

TG: i draw the line at rapping muppets dude

(when questioned as to why $100 was spent on a sword) TG: uh. well. it's a sword.

TG: well it doesnt sound as hilarious to review dildos and say "this one is sans" when you guys are this unenthusiastic

TG: if i ever die play caramelldansen at my funeral TG: theres no sentimental reason or anything TG: i just want to completely throw off the vibes

GG: i’m on board with men in maid dresses regardless of furry status coward

GG: home alone so things are getting pretty wild (talking to a cactus)

GG: local bitch takes "worst nap ever" wakes up several hours later sweaty and somehow more tired

(extreme cold warning in effect, active blizzard outside, sent at 7:18 pm) GG: my grandpa and i are going to dairy queen just for the hell of it

GG: I was gonna get shit done today, so I made a pie.

GG: The only explanation I had for my impromptu dessert making was “This is how I deal with stress...”

GG: Getting genuinely invested in the Cookie Clicker stock market.

TT: (watches toddler trip and fall) skill issue

TT: I frankly think it's a tragedy disney hasn't remade more movies but with muppets.

TT: They're just like "yeah okay dark lord with a robot army we all know you have a ponysona"

TT: I don't make a habit of looking at US political figure anime boy mpreg.

(while holding a katana and talking to a poster) TT: Do you think I make too many impulse purchases, Hatsune Miku?

TG: if not meant to claw grip kitty head why kitty head so holdable

TG: "it's a bad omen when a black cat crosses your path" incorrect, my day has just been significantly improved by seeing a kitty

(on fruitcake) TG: listen you have to pour alcohol into that shit until too many pieces could have you stumbling. great grandma knew how to party

GT: My amusing mugs have had the side effect that today my grandma asked me if she should go full goblin mode or if I wanted to.

GT: You don’t ask questions when a game makes the bold decision to sexualize a t-rex.

GT: Thinking about the time we played a murder mystery game as a family and I got way too into character as a victorian era author.

GT: I'm still disappointed about the time my zoo camp didn't get to watch the tigers being fed because like 15 tornadoes were headed towards us.

GT: Hey lads I just almost accidentally blinded myself.

AA: i love ritualpastas. i like to figure out at what point i would fail and probably get my skin turned into a throw rug or smth

AA: (skelet0n v0ice) hey bitches

AA: oh i have demons in me now thats fun

AA: d0 gh0sts c0unt as pe0ple?

AA: there would be teeth scattering like a fucked up sprinkler

AT: tHIS ISN'T ABOUT PORN ANYMORE IT'S ABOUT MAKING MORE POKEMON COMPETITIVELY VIABLE

AT: i’D LIKE TO THINK I’M NOT OVERLY EMOTIONAL BUT JUST NOW I ALMOST CRIED BECAUSE I REMEMBERED THE SOUND PORCUPINES MAKE AND I REALLY WANT TO HUG ONE BUT DUE TO THE NATURE OF PORCUPINES I CANNOT

AT: i CAN FAINTLY HEAR A CHICKEN IN MY NEIGHBORS’S YARD,,, wHAT

AT: i JUST SPILLED HOT COFFEE ON MYSELF AND APOLOGIZED TO THE BARISTA PROFUSELY

TA: my neme2ii2, biilly bob rockafiire. iit wa2 dark iin there.

TA: (dub2tep play2 a2 ii collap2e on the floor)

TA: ii don't thiink ii've giiven a fuck iin 2everal year2

TA: at thii2 poiint ii’m a2kiing the computer iif iit want2 a blood 2acriifiice

CG: *PEOPLE ARE IDIOTS AND IM NOT ALLOWED TO SAY THAT IN NINTENDO GAMES WHICH I PLAY DUE TO THEIR MORE CALM NATURE*

CG: IMAGINE THE MOST LOUD, DISAPPOINTED, DEFEATED SIGH YOU CAN. ON MY BEHALF.

CG: I WILL FUCK MYSELF OUT OF SPITE. IT WILL BE AN ENDLESS FEEDBACK LOOP, AN INFINITE ENERGY SOURCE, OF SPITE AND SELF FUCKING

CG: "THAT'S A PROBLEM FOR FUTURE ME," I SAY, FORGETTING THAT NOW FUTURE ME HAS TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM

CG: UGH THIS PLACE IS FULL OF PEOPLE AND THEYRE ALL STUPID AND I HAVE NO ONE TO VOICE MY GRIEVANCES TO OUTSIDE OF THE INTERNET.

AC: :33 < you meow in theory catgirls would probably eat anything smaller than them based on actual cat behaviours

AC: :33 < i at one point went out in public with homemade cat ears and a tail and tbh it wasn’t that bad. like sure people might judge but it turns out being cringe is being fr33

AC: :33 < *bap bap bap bap bap*

AC: :33 < i just wanted to try something but discovered the owo extension was twagically wemowoved. a woss fur evewybody

AC: :33 < today i said "you will be exiled for your baby crimes" because my cat was messing with my sketchbook

GA: If You Wouldnt Fuck A Vampire Minimum Youre A Coward

GA: I Use Amazon The Least I Can Out Of Spite That They Took Away My Favorite Fabric Store

GA: My Aesthetic Is Vampire Aligned Not Ghost Aligned I Dont Wear White

GA: I Am Going To Forcefeed You An Entire Fucking Dictionary

GC: 1 DON'T CONDON3 CR1M3S GUYS. UNL3SS TH3Y'R3 FUNNY

GC: TH3 ONLY V4L1D CH4NG1NG LOGO TO R41NBOW FL4G TH1NG 1S WH3N TH3 SCP FOUND4T1ON DO3S 1T

GC: 1T’S TH31R F4ULT TH3Y COULDN’T H4NDL3 B31NG D3C4P1T4T3D OFF1C3R >:]

GC: DON'T D13 DUD3 TH4T WOULD B3 D3C1D3DLY UNG4M3RL1K3 OF YOU

AG: remem8er kids: no matter how 8ad things get, at least you’re not the middle dude in a human centipede. pro8a8ly.

AG: spider furries: “88w88 what’s this?”

AG: may god have mercy on your 8ones because I won’t

(about a ripped cat plushie) CT: D --> we can rebuild him. we have the technology.

CT: D --> why must being cool come at the cost of being really sweaty

CT: D --> that's a horse... with an ass on both ends...

TC: WhY wOuLd YoU bUy *ShRoOmS* oN *eTsY*

TC: SoRrY wRoNg PoSt I wAs TrYiNg To ShArE cLoWn MiLkInG

TC: “AnY lAsT wOrDs, PuNk?” “HoNk”

TC: I hAvE aCtUaLlY eAtEn LeMoN sLiCeS aT rEsTaUrAnTs As ThE wAiTeR wAtChEs In HoRrOr

CA: i wwas nevver invvited to any high school parties. they might havve happened. i just wwas not invvited

(about invasive fish coming onto land) CA: i knoww this is an envvironmental hazard and all but let’s face it it’s a little funny

CA: i havve an spqr hat and i lovve it but also don't wwant people coming up to me like "you knoww wwhat the romans did right" like if i did not knoww a god damn thing about roman history i wwould not be wwearing the hat

CA: i'm a slut in theory. in practice i am not vvery good at it.

CA: anyone wwho thinks i'm insufferable for acknowwledging that i'm not unattractivve is ignoring all the other perfectly vvalid reasons i'm insufferable.

CC: one time I managed to make ocean puns back and fort)( wit)( a friend for like an )(our and I t)(ink our friend w)(o was also in t)(e car actually contemplated krilling us

CC: starfis)(... are mermaid nipple clamps

(Sends picture of a horde of goldfish) CC: my entourage

[nukenai]

Sometimes I'm like "oh thank god most transformers fans are like, grownups who are relative weirdos and don't freak out about extremely benign shit" but there's been so many "RT WITH A CONTROVERSIAL TF OPINION!!" shit tweets going around and like. I had to see someone I recently followed go on about cybertronian/human ships being "DISGUSTING" and in general people losing their fucking shit over the Tarantulas mpreg thing or whatever.

Like am I just too old now, I get being like "I'm not into those ships/the firstborn was kinda weird" but to be like "oh my god that's DISGUSTING!!!!" about totally white bread ass normal who gives a shit topics... I do not understand.

Most likely these people are all that breed of person who hears the word "ship" and immediately thinks someone means "rampant fucking, constantly, nonstop, always". Which is definitely a THEM problem. Sometimes it's just smooching, calm down.

Legit on par with someone going "lol kiss players" and people thinking they're hilarious by replying with 94 unfunny disgusted gifs. Just... who cares. I'm old. I don't care how offended you are by the episode of G1 where Powerglide gets a human girlfriend because he's "cheating on his REAL girlfriend Moonracer" <- a real life thing I actually read today with my eyes

Anyways I'm gonna go fuck all my robot boyfriends bc I'm not a coward

[papercrane]

Oh whoops, what a damn ass typo. my bad dskjfsdkfhk I am in thesis-brain bug mode. Fix'd my reblog, please reblog that version cuz I'm in bug mode

THAT SAID. I actually think it's the best piece of writing I've ever come across for that exact purpose of explaining pregnancy to cis men. It's why she did it! (As well as just making weird mpreg).

Importantly, she said that Bloodchild IS a love story. Not an inverted one, or a subverted one- just a love story.

It is oviposition human/insect indentured surrogate mpreg. Every scene involving the male pregnancies and births is life-threatening, surreal, disgusting, and strange. You are meant to think "how could anyone possibly, possibly bear doing this? It's unimaginable!" You are meant to clearly understand how the protagonist's brother could so seriously consider suicide- and maybe to find it hard to understand how the protagonist could love the huge alien worm who owned him and intended to impregnate him- something he had no right to refuse, even if they did love each other.

But if you look at it again, and do the one thing of replacing the "oviposition human/insect indentured surrogate mpreg" with "pregnancy, like. normal pregnancy", you realize that that is the ONLY difference. Each and every horror show she described is something that had literally happened to hundreds- thousands of women, especially black women, with one very large and simultaneously very small change.

Unsafe c-sections and unwatched pregnancies in rural areas due to a lack of any hospital anywhere feasibly near- not that anyone really even expected that care to be available. Women who's pregnancy was killing them and who's husbands didn't care, and chose the baby over her- and how that was expected too. All completely real.

The protag's father had had horrible alien worm-babies too. (Or just.... babies, in metaphor). He'd done it thrice. He was healthy and happy.

How could he do it? How could anyone do it!?!

How could any woman in segregated, pre-Roe america? Replace worm-parasite with "baby" and you're just describing having three kids.

Ursula's point is that this, too, is a love story. Not in spite of the horror and death. The point was that horror and death was a part of love, unfairly. Sometimes, there was no opting out of life, but you lived anyway. What would be better, to lay down and die in protest?

It was a big theme of her work:

I got to see her not hearing insults and going in back doors, and even though I was a little kid, I realized it was humiliating. I knew something was wrong, it was unpleasant, it was bad. I remember saying to her a little later, at seven or eight, “I’ll never do what you do, what you do is terrible.” And she just got this sad look on her face and didn’t say anything. I think it was the look and the memory of the indignities she endured. I just remembered that and wanted to convey that people who underwent all this were not cowards, were not people who were just too pathetic to protect themselves, but were heroes because they were using what they had to help their kids get a little further.

(Ursula on her mother and her childhood in segregated america)

Sources:

https://www.jstor.org/stable/2931654?seq=8

https://joshunda.medium.com/an-interview-with-octavia-butler-2004-8933300df98a

she's right.

[castielsprostate]

really wish i could send asks from my side blog bc on my main it doesnt make SENSE to ask weird questions regarding pony versions of supernatural characters and what the stupid dumb idiot mpregged pony dean do on a top Ten things you SHOULDNT do while hiding from multiple monsters who want you dead on my main 🙄🙄 like if i wasnt a coward SURE but unfortunately I am!! im still working up the courage to post my awesome cringe!!!

anyway do you think the jurassic movies are good?

just remember that you can be cringe and free!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck everyone else, just be the real you!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's soooo much better i promise you!!!!!!!!

i like the movies! im a very simple creature. if something on my screen and it make sound + it move? entertained. no but fr, i like the og movies! i watched them on VHS wayyy back when! i watched the new movies in theatres and i know they're not really all that liked/heavily critiqued but literally who caaares if it's not the best? it's fun! ignore that chris pratt is chris pratt irl and im entertained for a few hours :) i like 9/10 movies i watch, even if they're "hated by most others" (who, let's be real, just say they hate them because it's Cool To Do™). so yeah, i like the jurassic movies :)

[olddirtybadfic]

The Book of Moltres James: He's Going to Need Burn Heal for His Soul (the fourth and final fraction)

He'll probably also need burn heal for another part of his body, but I'm not going to say which one.

Parts of this story are....very 2002.

Part one

Part two

Part three

This fic includes/will include: Pokémon/Human romantic relationship (but since it’s the human form of the spirit of Moltres, maybe it’s okay?); mpreg/male pregnancy; shaky understanding of religion, cults, and the occult; lack of medical knowledge (especially when it comes to "natural medicine"); bizarre focus on James’s virginity; mentions of blood; general angst; shaky grasp of the realities of pregnancy and childrearing; possible out-of-character moments for Jessie, James, and Meowth; definite out of character moments for the twerps; Butch and Cassidy are probably out-of-character, too; unrequited blueshipping from Meowth; original characters; bad ideas about romance; birthing scene; JAMES EATS THE PLACENTA (offscreen); ellipses abuse

-O-o-O-o-O-

The next day, James found out something he really shouldn’t have to deal with in his condition.

He found out who had been driving the truck that hit Moltres.

He was at the convenience store with Jessie, buying diapers. There was no one in the store except for the girl working there and two old ladies.

Butch and Cassidy walked in. They saw James in the diaper section and couldn’t help tormenting him.

They didn’t know Jessie was nearby.

“So, James, how does it feel to not be a Moltres?” Cassidy said.

“Actually, you’re wrong. In the real fortune-telling book, I was still a Moltres. So how does it feel to know I don’t care about your insults?” James said.

“Well, you will care—after we tell you about the death of Moltres,” Butch said.

“What do you know or care about the death of Moltres?” James retorted.

“You know that truck that ran over Moltres? What was on the truck?” Cassidy said.

“A black ‘R’.”

“Haven’t you figured it out? We didn’t know until it happened. But we looked back and saw this giant yellow fiery chicken,” Butch said.

“You didn’t….” James said.

“Oh, yes, we did.”

“And you’re proud of it.” James’s tone was dark.

“Yeah, we sure are.” Cassidy laughed in James’s face.

Then Butch and Cassidy walked out, laughing evilly and somewhat hysterically. The two old ladies stared at them.

James was left in a state of shock. He paid for the diapers.

“Jessie, we have to leave the store, now,” James said. He saw Butch and Cassidy hanging around outside.

“Why? What’s the rush?” Jessie said.

“We just have to.”

Jessie thought Officer Jenny was there, or James was about to go into labor, so she followed James out.

“Where are you going?” said a froggy voice.

They turned around and saw Butch and Cassidy. Jessie realized why James wanted to leave.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Trying to run away. That’s not very Moltres-like,” Cassidy said.

“And what were you doing in the diaper aisle? Do you wear diapers?” Butch said.

“Wait, he doesn’t. But I bet he and Meowth got together and did it and the kitten needs it!” Cassidy said.

“I knew you looked like you gained weight,” Butch teased.

James turned red.

“Leave him alone. Does he really need you to deal with? He lost Moltres and he’s going to have a baby. Don’t you think you should just piss off?” Jessie turned to James. “Let’s go.”

“Coward!” Cassidy screamed.

Jessie turned around. “Who are you calling a coward?!”

James tugged on Jessie’s shirt sleeve. “Jess, we should go.”

They got in their unmarked van and drove away.

“They ran over Moltres,” James said flatly.

“They did?!”

James nodded solemnly.

They were silent.

“Why does Cassidy have to be such a bitch? Like, who does she think she is, insulting you like that—”

“Jessie….”

“What is her problem? She needs to just shut the fuck up.”

“Jessie….”

“Maybe I should give her a good beating next time she does that.”

“Jessie! I think it’s time!” James cried out.

Jessie sped up. “We’ll be home in a second,” she said.

They got to the cabin. Jessie got out the van. “Can you walk?” she asked James.

“I think so….” James got out of the van and doubled over.

“You can’t walk,” Jessie said.

She tried to help James, but he resisted. “I want to do it myself,” he said.

Jessie ignored him. She picked him up and went into the cabin. She put him down on the bed. Meowth walked in.

“What’s wrong with James?” he asked, sounding worried.

“He’s in labor. Call the doctor,” Jessie said.

She went back to James. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” James was almost in tears.

“Maybe the doctor could give you some painkillers when he gets here.”

“No, Jessie.”

Jessie looked at James. “You don’t want painkillers?”

“I’ve never needed any unnatural medicine in my life.”

“What?”

“Not all medicine is man-made, Jessie. Most of it is made out of plants. But I’ve only taken medicine that has no chemicals in it.”

“What about the times when there wasn’t any natural medicine?” Jessie said.

James’s eyes glazed over. “I managed without it.”

Jessie remembered all the times she called James weird for running out to get all those weird plants. She wouldn’t help him find the plants because she was working on their plans. Meowth, who thought dandelions were flowers, wouldn’t have been very helpful. So James had to go out alone and find the plants himself, while he was in pain. If he didn’t find the plant he needed, he would just come back and suffer. Meowth would try to comfort James, but Jessie made them both work, so they hardly had any time to rest.

If Jessie had known James was so uncomfortable, she wouldn’t have teased him.

“Natural medicine is better for him anyway.”

Both Jessie and James turned to the door to see who spoke. It was the same doctor who gave James the check-up.

The doctor went over to James, who was having another contraction. “Just breathe,” he said.

James was breathing, but it sounded more like sobbing.

“All right, you’re ready to push!” the doctor said.

Meanwhile, the twerps heard a scream.

“What was that?” Misty said, scared.

“I think it was a scream,” Brock said.

They ran, following the screaming.

Back at the cabin, James was experiencing childbirth.

“You’re almost there! I can see the head. Now, just push really, really hard this time!” the doctor said.

James screamed and pushed. That last push did it.

“Congratulations!” the doctor said. Everyone heard the baby cry.

James cried. “I wish Moltres was here to see his child.”

Unknown to James and the others, a yellow-clad figure with red-streaked yellow hair floated outside the window.

“Worry not, James,” the figure said mentally. “I did.”

James got the telepathic message and looked toward the window. The figure smiled at him. The next thing James knew, the figure turned into the spirit of Moltres and flew off. James’s eyes filled with tears of joy as he held his child.

The doctor went into the other room to talk to Jessie and Meowth. James sat in bed, feeding the child from his breast.

Team Twerp had watched the whole thing through the window.

“What the hell?!” Ash screamed.

“Shut up, Ash! He’ll hear you,” Misty said.

James looked up. “What are you twerps doing here?”

“James….What did you just do?” Misty asked.

Ash climbed through the window.

“Take another step and I’ll slap you with the umbilical cord.” James’s tone was dark and ominous.

“James, please don’t tell me you just gave birth to the child you’re holding,” Misty said.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

“I don’t think you should become a parent,” Ash said. “Maybe you should give the child up.”

“You’ll get this child when you pry her from my cold dead arms.”

“Who’s even the father?”

“Why would you care?”

The doctor came back in. “Who are these three?” he asked.

“No one important,” James said.

“Did he really give birth to that child?” Misty asked.

“Yes. I helped him,” the doctor said.

“Maybe you three should go now,” Meowth said.

The twerps left.

“You should get some rest. You’ve been through a lot today,” Jessie said to James.

James put the child in a basket.

“He’ll be a good Moltres Witness,” Meowth said.

“It’s a girl. Her name is Twilight,” James said.

The doctor took out a dried plant, a pestle, and a mortar. He ground the plant up and mixed it with water.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help get rid of the pain,” he said.

James drank the potion.

“Natural medicine never fails to do its job. It lasts longer than synthetic medicine,” the doctor said. “And I saved the placenta. You can eat it for strength later.”

“No wonder you was always so healthy,” Meowth said.

They were silent for a while. James finished drinking the medicine.

“I just realized something,” James said. He must’ve been feeling better. “I don’t think I can fit into my Moltres costume.”

Everyone but James face-faulted.

“Well, at least I can lose weight by catching Pokémon,” he continued.

“You can’t, at least, not yet. You should try not to do anything that physical for six weeks.”

“Six whole weeks?” James exclaimed.

“Six to eight weeks. And you should try to stay off your feet.”

James lay back down, sighing.

“Get some rest, James,” Meowth said, tucking James back into bed.

Then the doctor left and James went to sleep.

-O-o-O-

James sat, nursing the tiny blue-haired baby.

He loved his daughter, Twilight. “If only Moltres could see her….”

He suddenly got the urge to look at the window.

He looked and saw the spirit of Moltres, in human form.

“Hello, James,” Moltres said.

“Moltres! You’re here!” James cried.

He went over to the window.

Moltres noticed Twilight. “Is she our child?” he asked.

“Yes,” James said.

“She’s beautiful. Just like her man-mother,” Moltres said.

“Look, Twilight, this is your father,” James said, showing Twilight to Moltres, but not in a Michael Jackson-ish way.

“Now you don’t have to be sad about her not knowing her father,” Moltres said. He hugged James. “I must go now. Goodbye, James.”

“Goodbye, Moltres.”

-O-o-O-

Epilogue (editor's note: PRAISE THE MIGHTY MOLTRES THIS SHIT IS ENDING)

Jessie, James, Meowth, and Twilight live happily in their new house.

Jessie, James, and Meowth got a new job where they get paid $1,000 a week so they have money to buy a small house. They all quit Team Rocket to set a good example for Twilight.

The twerps are not at war with Team Rocket anymore. They live next door to Jessie, James, and Meowth and visit them regularly.

Butch and Cassidy will probably feel the flames of Moltres and not in a good way.

James still goes to the temple of Moltres. He takes Twilight there, so she knows how great her father was.

James is an official Moltres Witness convert. He hopes Twilight will follow in her parents’ footsteps.

And as for Moltres, well, he’s out there. Moltres may just be reincarnated. James was never sure of that.

But he’s bound to find out!

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: Eat the placenta.

E A T ~ I T ~ F O R ~ S T R E N G T H

[butch-blu-scout]

14 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days.

Heyo! This is my first ever Drabble for tf2 based off of my friend’s au! @imnotbabey and @i8dpee

Cw for: Mpreg, angst, and a lot of anger.

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It had been over a year. 14 months, 3 weeks, and two days. That was how long it had been since Scout had seen Mick. Too long. And he was furious.

After Sniper disappeared, he spent months grieving. Denying that Sniper would leave without him. Crying over the idea that he might’ve died. Lashing out and hurting anyone who tried to help him. Of course, the fact that he was pregnant did nothing to help. The idea that he was filled with something that was half sniper’s almost destroyed him completely.

The only reason he made it through all of that was because of his mother. Weekly calls became daily. His life at the base became exclusively trying to keep busy. Pretend that Sniper wasn’t gone.

He had a kid. A being that was half him. But if god had hated him before then surely he must be cursing Scout now. The child was the spitting image of Mundy. Without the accent and five o’clock shadow. It tore Scout apart.

Which is why when he found Sniper again. 14 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days after he left, the first emotion he experienced was rage. Then joy, then rage once again.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He screamed, “What? You just wanted to leave? Couldn’t handle the responsibility? Or maybe you took some advice from Spy? Huh? Wanted this kid to grow up like me?”

Sniper couldn’t defend himself from the onslaught of words. Feeling each one like a bullet in his heart. Guilt, shame, sorrow. All of the feelings he suppressed for so long came raging out. Like a tidal wave of pain. His tears fell, but he did not speak. He knew there was no forgiveness for him. Not for what he had done.

“You’ve got nothin to say for yourself? After everything?” Scout finally had finished. His voice raw, face red. His anger was wet, bloody, like a war in his own skull. He waited.

“Roo, I’m so bloody sorry.” He said,”I don’t expect forgiveness, but I need you to know that there was never a moment I didn’t think about you. I wanted to come back but… Roo, I’m- I’m a coward. But, if you’ll have me back, I promise. I will never, ever run from you again.” Mundy said. Tears fell. His voice shook.

He and Scout stood in silence. Crying, looking at each other. Scout’s anger bled away. Fell out of him as he looked back at the man he loved so dearly.

“Mick. I never stopped loving you.” They crashed into one another. Holding each other as if they would disappear without a tether. They kissed. Electricity flew through them as tears fell. They grabbed and held, teeth clashing, blood roaring. They were finally united again.

Scout pulled away, holding Sniper’s face. “Do you want to meet him? He’s five months old, looks just like you.” He said softly. Afraid that if he spoke louder they would both shatter completely.

Sniper just nodded. Smiling for the first time in 14 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days.

[goddessofroyalty]

Prompt for your Zaun family fic (I'm really loving it!): Viktor ends up pregnant by Jayce accidentally, and Jayce and Viktor have to break the news to a very angry Silco. Also, I imagine Viktor would have put off telling his dads about his relationship with Jayce because he doesn't want to deal with any blowups. So the reveal is kind of out of nowhere.

Once again what to Jayce is a different language is just heavy code-switching dialect.

Tags: mpreg

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You do not have to do this with me,” Viktor says because he must be able to fell how clammy Jayce’s hand is holding his as they walk towards the Zaun Representative’s office. How tight Jayce’s grip is to try and stop his hand from shaking. “I can talk to Silco first.”

Viktor can maybe talk Silco down from how mad he’s going to be at the news.

“No. We’re doing this together right?” How is Jayce meant to be staying at Viktor’s side for the whole pregnancy if he can’t even be there to tell Viktor’s parents that they are going to be grandparents? Just – are you sure we can’t tell Vander first?”

“Dad will just tell him,” Viktor says which is kind of the point – avoid the conversation altogether. “And Silco will be unhappy that we did not tell him ourselves.”

“Right. You’re right.” Jayce knows Silco already thinks he’s a coward. Not owning up to his role in the situation is only going to solidify that opinion.

“Jayce I am fine with talking to him first,” Viktor says, now they are stopped outside the door to Silco’s office. The last opportunity Jayce has to back out if he’s going to. “This is not something I need you for.”

“I want to do this.” Jayce wants to be there for all of it. Has wanted to be by Viktor’s side for everything for a while now. And maybe this would be a little less terrifying if they had promoted that fact a little more. “Just, if he kills me for this make sure they know I loved them.”

“He will not kill you,” Viktor assures. “Threaten yes, and, ah, maybe maim a little. But not kill.”

“That’s not exactly reassuring Vik,” Jayce says as he pulls Viktor into a hug.

He feels calmer with Viktor in his arms. Both from Viktor’s warmth and scent. A reminder that they are in this together. That this is just another part of the future they are building together.

Viktor lets out a huff of breath against Jayce’s shoulder but leans into him, his eyes shutting as he breathes deeper to take in Jayce’s scent.

“Okay, I’m ready,” Jayce says, pressing a kiss to Viktor’s forehead before pulling away and squaring himself.

Viktor doesn’t say anything. Just knocks on the door and calls out in the language he and Silco share. Opening it when Silco calls out that they can enter.

Silco takes one look at Jayce and his expression immediately hardens.

“What have you done now?”

Jayce bites his tongue to stop himself from pointing out that every time there has been trouble in relation to him and his work one of Silco’s children have been the actual source of it. As cold as Silco is his children are the one area where he will allow no threat perceived or real to target. And Jayce does not want him any angrier than he is going to be.

“Jayce and I have news we wanted to tell you before we told anyone else,” Viktor says. Silco’s gaze immediately switching to his son, his good eye running over him as if he expects him to be injured.

“You’ve agreed to marry him,” Silco says after his eyes settle on his son’s face.

Jayce wishes it was that even with how unimpressed Silco’s tone is about it.

“Not yet,” Viktor says. “Although I think that will be not far off.”

Because that’s what Jayce should have done first. Even if they hadn’t intended to skip that step before starting a family together, Jayce knows he should make it right.

“Then what?” Silco asks before the realization clearly settles on him and his gaze returns to Jayce. This time filled with more anger and hate than Jayce has ever seen on him. “No.”

Jayce manages to stand firm despite every instinct of his screaming to run. Or at least hide behind Viktor because he knows Silco would never hurt one of his children.

“I’m pregnant,” Viktor confirms. And for a moment Silco glances at his son, his expression almost soft, before he is right back glaring at Jayce. “Jayce is the father.”

“How?”

“I did not think I would have to explain that to you,” Viktor says.

When Silco glares at Viktor Jayce immediately revises him plan to include grabbing his partner before fleeing the room.

“You assured me your relationship with him was only professional,” Silco says and Jayce does feel guilty agreeing with Viktor that they would hold off telling people about their relationship. He shouldn’t have encouraged Viktor to lie to his parents just to avoid their reaction.

“It has not been, ah, purely professional for a while now,” Viktor says with a shrug. “I lied.”

Jayce doesn’t need to understand the words to know that an argument breaks out between the two. The angry tone of the words more than enough to get that point across.

As much as he wants to defend Viktor he knows better than to interrupt.

“Don’t,” Viktor says, his tone suddenly harsh and firm. His hand gripping his cane tight to the point Jayce thinks he can see it shake and there is an almost wet edge to the words that immediately has Jayce worried. Silco might have a soft spot for his kids but that doesn’t mean he can’t be cruel in his words even to them.

Jayce reaches out to Viktor’s hand. Running his thumb over the knuckles of it.

When Viktor glances back at him Jayce tries to communicate his support with expression alone. Checking in if Viktor needs him to get involved. Because Jayce will if Viktor needs him to no matter how much meaner Silco is to him.

Viktor softly shakes his head so Jayce leaves it.

Silco’s anger seems to have calmed with it. Viktor’s dad looking more tired than mad as he pours himself a drink and leans back in his chair.

“I remember you once thought even just kissing to be disgusting and swore you would never be interested in it,” Silco says, downing the whole glass in single drink. “What happened to that?”

“I grew up,” Viktor says and Silco’s mouth curls into something that almost resembles a smile at it.

“You did,” Silco says, putting the empty glass down before getting up and coming over. Jayce has to remind himself that he knows Silco would never intentional hurt his children to prevent himself from grabbing Viktor and running. “And now you are going to be a parent with a child of your own.”

“I am,” Viktor says and Silco reaches out almost tentatively to cup Viktor’s cheek. As if he is afraid of hurting his son, or perhaps that Viktor will shun his touch.

The fact Viktor leans into it has Silco’s expression softening.

At least until he glances over at Jayce.

“I assume you are not going anywhere?”

“Of course not.” Even if the child was not his Jayce would still be there to support Viktor however he would allow him to.

Silco’s expression twists into something Jayce can’t read.

“He will be a good dad,” Viktor says.

Jayce doesn’t know what to say to it. He wants to be a good dad. The best dad. But he will admit that he is kind of terrified of it. But the kind of terror like when he is waiting to see if one of his experiments will work or collapse. Just this is one he can’t afford to mess up the first time.

“He certainly has the energy to keep up with any child,” Silco says and Jayce takes it as the closest he’s going to get to acceptance from him.

Now he just has to survive telling Viktor’s siblings.  

[itsnothesameasitwas]

!!! - please be careful and read all the tags and/or warnings before start reading and left kudos and nice messages to the authors <33

❀ love so soft, you ain’t had nothing softer by neondiamond @neondiamond | 11k | GA | ABO

note: this series owns my heart and soul!!! it’s really cute and fluffy and I love the way the author shows hl supportive relationship

❀ lightning strikes the heart by bekita and fournipplesau @justalarryblog and @fournipplesau | 130k | E | ABO/MPREG

Shrewsbury, 1814

Dearest reader, I present to you your new bulletin of news regarding Shrewsbury citizen's activities. My name is Lady Merriweather and I will be in charge of the updates. I will make sure you are to know all the important details of what is to happen this season. You must know that you do not know who I am and you never shall. But be forewarned; I certainly do know you. I advise you to be on your best behaviour, lest you want the whole town to be privy of your business.

As expected every year, the Lockhart House hosts the season’s opening ball, and its invitation is the motive of the hustle in town, and every family hopes for the invitation. This year is no different, but this year everyone's attention is focused on the new Duke of Montgomery, His Grace Harry Edward Styles, and whether he will attend it.

All the omegas will be in their best manner, behaviour and clothes as it is expected. And here, dear reader is where we will find out which young omega might succeed at securing a match, hoping to not become a spinster.

Place your bets.

note: Beca is aware of how much I loved/love this fic, I’m obsessed with you both style writing and already read all your fics because of that, but this specific fic own an especial part of my heart, I literally made 30 girls read it because I needed someone to scream about how much I love this baby

❀ Love in the Dark by brightgolden @brightgolden | 90k | E | ABO/MPREG

Led by greed, the foundation of five kingdoms that once agreed to preserve the economy and balances the peace of the land crumbles.

The treaty made a hundred years ago is breached by a kingdom, and the peace that Harry knows in Saleigster all his life is threatened by war. As part of The Council, his parents decide to ask for an alliance from the biggest kingdom in the land, Mittelheim.

Everything takes a twist of a turn when the Head Council of Mittelheim offers to signify the alliance by bonding his alpha son to the valedictorian omega in Saleigster.

OR

Where Louis is an ambitious Advisor Council that is reluctant to find a mate, and his father takes the matter into his hand while Harry is the valedictorian in his kingdom destined for better things than an arranged marriage.

note: i enjoyed every single minute while reading this! Louis loved Harry and Harry loved louis but they both were too cowards to express their feelings for each other but it has a lovely happy ending (i cried a lot)

❀ To Hell and Back by poshboyfriends | 4k | NR | MDC (happy ending)

an au based off of the story of orpheus and eurydice, the one with the musical lute player who loses his lover and plays his way through the underworld to bring her back.

note: I called this fic “the muertito fic” hehe, it’s a MDC with a happy ending and one of my favorites actually (I’ve laughed and cried)

❀ Breakable Heaven by amomentoflove @daggerandrose | 44k | E

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath.

“I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.”

“You must not have met many creatures then.”

Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

note: this fic is completely amazing!! I got caught by Greek Mythology Aus right after finished this one and

❀ people fall in love in mysterious ways (maybe just the touch of a hand) | 13k | TUA

Set in a world where meeting your soulmate causes a literal spark, Louis Tomlinson has no time for fate. He knows all too well the heartbreak that having a soulmate can bring and he'd rather avoid the whole affair. But, when a chance meeting with up-and-coming popstar, Harry Styles, causes the biggest electrical surge the world has ever seen, Louis must confront the truth that sometimes destiny knocks when you least expect it.

note: this fic!!! Was written by many people but it’s really good and fun, exactly what I needed after a good cry lol

❀ take the time for you by pixies @tomlinbuns | 1.8k | GA

Dating hasn’t really been very easy for him, lately, not ever since he moved to London earlier in the year for his job. He’d had terrible luck with online dating and was too dedicated to his current projects at work to make time to go out to the bars or to try to socialize more than once every few weeks.

aka, Harry ends up at speed-dating to get his friend off his back and has a better night than expected.

note: all I need to say I “niall I love you” and I’m pretty sure hl too

❀ Paper Hearts by zouaylorgf @zouaylorgf | 27k | M

They haven’t spoken about it, just trailing the line of bringing it up and then ultimately avoiding it by changing the topic or letting the awkward silence swallow them whole. Neither of them have been through this situation before. Nothing even close. They don’t know how to deal with it, and maybe that’s better? Maybe it’s better to be completely unaware of what they’re giving up. Ignorance is bliss, right?

Or, Louis is the captain of his debate team, headed down the right path with no chance of anything getting in his way. That is, until he meets Harry, who completely derails him. Louis has to figure out how to deal with his feelings and getting wrapped up in the drama of it all, while he also attempts to not let it destroy his focus. But maybe it’s too late for that.

note: I read this one because I used to be in a debate team and was wondering how would be hl in a debate team, I really really like this one…Emily I’m in love with you writing style

❀ Trust Me Tonight by 28sunflowers @vintageumbroshirt | 10k | E | MPREG

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week.

Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband.

There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

note: this one’s so cute!!! Louis was so sweet with Harry and they learn together, I fell in love with the fic

❀ Lies & Liability by 4ureyesonly28 @evilovesyou | 34k | M | ABO

Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

note: I read this one last night, is so cute (beca you were right), and wow… definitely this one is in now my list of fics I would drag to prison with me

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And that’s it, I loved all these fics so much, massive thanks to the authors for made my days better <333