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[royaltea000]

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[koalem]

Loustat/ unexpected pregnancy / Mpreg /AU

Louis, a few months away from university entrance exams, discovers that he is pregnant with his boyfriend Lestat's child. This puts him in a difficult situation, coming into conflict with his religious beliefs when he has to make a decision of if he want to keep the baby or not. And Louis begins to fear Lestat's possible reaction, since he is someone who has made it clear that he does not want to have children, so he begins to distance himself from Lestat.

Lestat is worried about the distance Louis has started to put between them in the last few weeks, he fears Louis will leave him, causing further tension in their relationship and Lestat being imprudent and rude when asks for explanations of what is happening with Louis.

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that feature breastfeeding or lactation. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Come Here (And Rescue Me) | General Audiences | 2,139 words

“It’s because of people like you that the world is going to the dogs.” The woman barked with scorn. Her eyes were as dark as her soul and Louis held Apollo closer when he started to whimper, being very in tune with his surroundings. “Breastfeeding in a park? Where do you think you are? We’re not in one of these poorly developed countries where you can act in such a discourteous way and…” “I’m sorry, but could you get lost?”

2) Effervescent Opal, Say My Name | Mature | 3,463 words

Louis has an oversupply of milk after his first pregnancy and Harry wants nothing more than to suck him dry.

3) Stuck On Me, Stuck On You | Not Rated | 8,738 words

It’s not a big deal that Harry and Louis grew up together, and not a big deal that Harry is in love with Louis since he can remember. But it’s a big deal that Louis is pregnant and has no idea who the father is.

4) Could Start A Cult | Explicit | 8,750 words

He lowers down the top that Louis is wearing, successfully unclasping his nursing bra as well, letting Louis’ tits bounce at the sudden movement. Harry massages both breasts to stimulate the milk flow, and he can feel his cock hardening inside his pants.

5) I Don't Want To Close My Eyes (I Don't Want To Miss A Thing) | Explicit | 13,605 words

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Louis is married to Liam and pregnant with his child. Liam isn't ready to be a father, but Dr. Harry Styles is more than willing.

6) Three's A Crowd, Four's A Party | Mature | 16,569 words

"Morgan, sweetie, mommy and daddy have something we want to talk to you about." The little girl looks at them confused, having no idea what's about to happen. "First I want to tell you that we love you very much and nothing will ever change that, okay?" "I love you too!" Louis smiles. "What we wanted to talk to you about is that there's going to be some changes around here soon." "Why?" "Because mommy's having a baby."

7) Mob Boss Omega | Mature | 16,786 words

Mafia "any organized group using extortion and other criminal methods" In all definitions, I am in line for the throne. As the son of a mob boss I'm set to inherit everything my father has built up. He's always been set on expanding though and who better to use than his overprotected omega son. That's me in case you're wondering. The crown omega prince of the mob.

8) Baby, Loving You’s The Real Thing | Explicit | 21,011 words

Harry never thought he’d be taking care of a child at the age of twenty-one—well, trying to anyway.

9) Fell For You | Explicit | 26,136 words

A crime investigation fic in which Detective Louis Tomlinson and Detective Harry Styles are tasked to solve a case together where Louis hates Harry Styles or does he?

10) For Your Eyes Only | Not Rated | 26,501 words

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Louis likes to feel beautiful and taken care of. Harry is just the person to help. They figure it out together.

11) Just Forget The World | Explicit | 42,861 words

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Louis is the last person on earth who can get pregnant after the birthrates decreased then completely stopped twenty years before and in search for someone with good genetics and a family tree Harry is chosen to mate with him.

12) I'm Me When I'm With You | Mature | 86,123 words

AU in which Louis finally is able to attend the University he’s been dreaming off: Queens University. But fate works in mysterious ways and it certainly doesn’t care about your dreams nor your plans. No, fate had a whole other future planned for him the moment he met the popular, gorgeous and mighty Alpha named, Harry Styles who accidentally impregnates him after a one nightstand… Accidents happen, but not all accidents are bad.

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[choco-cherry-chunk]

Had a dream about this and I’m adapting it to fit. Thinking about if Alma and Louis were brought on board the Revenge for whatever reason (I doubt there are any Mary haters in the fandom, but if there are, I’m not engaging). They come to adapt to the pirate lifestyle to a degree, coming to care for and connect to the various members of the crew. But especially Izzy, mainly because he’s one of the few that engages in some degree of “normal parenting”.

To some degree, the usual Steddyhands trio has been together for a bit, but communication is still as mediocre as ever. Izzy thinks he’s mostly there as someone to have sex with and he is fine enough with that, because it means he’s close to Ed and Stede. Ed is maybe throwing himself too deeply into things, struggling against the fear of being hurt again and the desire for love he’s never known before. Stede is scared of repeating his past failures and of falling into too familiar of a domestic state.

At some point - because this is one of my ideas - Izzy gets pregnant, but says nothing about it. Maybe he’s convinced it’s not going to keep, maybe he struggles to figure out how to tell them. But he is. When he finally settles on an evening to build up the reserve to tell Ed and Stede, he heads up on deck to talk to them, only to find the pair alone in the moonlight. Ed is in the middle of some speech, so Izzy tucks himself behind a mast. He listens to Ed wax poetic about Stede and their time together, and peeks out just in time to see Ed get down on his bad knee and bring out a ring he’d stolen from a previous raid.

It’s like he’s been cut open, reached inside of, and had his heart smashed with a mallet. Izzy clamps a hand over his own mouth and does his best to move quickly and quietly back to his quarters. So much so that he’s oblivious to who’s just seen him hurt away. Two children who snuck on deck to see what was happening and, oblivious to the stakes, wished to eagerly tell Izzy what they saw. So why is he hurrying away like that?

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[reve-de-sang]

for @vamptember

(x) Vamptember September 8 prompt: honey

“No,” Louis said. “Do not,” he emphasized, “compare my skin to food.”

David sat up straighter, sniffing. “I don’t know why you take offense. My pale British skin, for example, would commonly be described as a milky white—“

“It’s not a conversation.”

“Fine,” David said primly. “How would you like me to describe you to your European counterpart, then?”

“Pissed.”

-

The North American and European covens were attempting to make an alliance for the first time in history. No one was quite certain why it had taken so long—until now, when there was a real crisis pending—though Marius posited that things tended to move glacially slow for vampires. One blink and it was five hundred years later and technology was unrecognizable. Or two hundred years later, and an upstart colony was a nation. One could sleep in the earth for that long.

Lestat privately felt like things could move quickly if one wanted them to. For example, last week he’d been single. Today he was engaged. It would have come as quite a surprise to the Lestat of seven days ago.

Last week’s Lestat would have also been quite alarmed at his transformation, but in the wake of a pending move overseas, a pending new husband, and suddenly finding himself a diplomat and figurehead, Lestat found himself oddly pacific about his newly granted ability to bear life.

He’d reached the point where it was all just washing over him now. Gabrielle could come into the room and pull back the curtain to a green sky and Lestat would just assume that was how Tuesdays were now.

“I know the North Americans shun being recorded, but David could have at least described my future husband to us in his email,” Lestat pouted. “‘Handsome’ could mean anything. David is a terrible delegate.”

“He is an excellent delegate,” Marius corrected as he typed away at his laptop. “He is not some matchmaker. Patience. You will meet de Pointe du Lac soon enough.”

Armand gave a soft laugh as Lestat theatrically melted in his chair. Lestat always felt compelled to be extra dramatic in Marius’s pompous office. “Marius, Lestat is nervous. Maharet came all this way to perform the ritual on him, Mekare has confirmed we are now in line with the prophecy, the whole continent is heavily invested in our new brood mare—” Lestat threw a pen from Marius’s desk at him; Armand easily deflected— “The least David could do is confirm the baby daddy isn’t an uncouth ogre. One doesn’t want to marry one’s father, after all.”

“Unlike you, Armand,” Lestat smiled.

“Who said anything about marriage?” Armand wondered, curling his fingers to study the shine of his nails. “Why would I leave the elderly gentlemen of this world so unexplored and untested?”

Marius glanced up from his laptop and arched an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t worry,” Lestat reassured Armand, “I know that someday you will find the attention you crave.”

“Surprising world view from a man who lost the interest of both his fledglings.”

“We seem to have different perspectives on the maker/fledgling dynamic. Are you confused, thinking I expected to bind them to me?”

“I suppose not having the guidance of a maker does make the maker/fledgling dynamic opaque to you,” Armand sympathized.

«Do tell me more about healthy maker/fledgling dynamics, Armand.»

Armand tilted his chin up. «What Marius and I have makes sense to us. I appreciate he is too busy for involved commitments.»

«Well, if I end up as this American man’s booty call, I am going to revolt.»

“The pressures of being the chosen one,” Armand observed with a sigh. “Or, well. The little chosen one’s dam.”

“If you refer to me as livestock one more time—”

“No, please do keep your conversation private and telepathic,” Marius said. “In fact, you are welcome to take it out of my office. We covered the paperwork. Go—pack, or something. Armand, make sure he actually has some clothing that is not lurid, so that we may be well-represented. At least in the first few days.”

Lestat tossed his hair as he stood. “I have a very stuffy Calvin Klein and a rather conservative Tom Ford. I saw the grey and thought of you, Marius.” Lestat smirked at Armand. “The Gaultier is for day three.”

Armand cocked his head in approval.

-

Lestat felt a mounting sense of finality as his formidable pile of bespoke luggage was wheeled away in one direction, and he and Gabrielle made their way in another direction to the the delegation’s private lounge at the airport before their jet departed London for New Orleans.

In the lounge, Marius and Pandora paused to acknowledge them from where they were deep in conversation across the room, and Lestat noticed Khayman skulking by the small bar.

Lestat was antsy as he and Gabrielle settled in the plush lounge chairs with elegant glasses of fresh blood (a merciful 0.2 blood alcohol content). He cast about for something to say. “You told me once that your first birth was one of the most painful experiences of your life.”

“Yes.”

Lestat waited for her to elaborate, but her gaze was placid. “Mother,” he insisted. She hated to be called that.

“I have been burned by the sun briefly, in the early days, when I did not make my hiding place from the sun as carefully as I could have, out in nature. I woke up in the evening to agonizing pain—the flesh of my arm was charred and blackened. Do you know this pain from the sun?”

Lestat shook his head, wide-eyed, fascinated.

“Childbirth was worse.”

“You know, most mothers would offer their children some comfort. Lie to them or something.”

“They sound, as they say, like some basic bitches.”

“Yes, I suppose,” Lestat sighed.

Lestat had not been chosen for this for his child-bearing hips. He certainly hadn’t been chosen for his ability to bear children, because at the time, he’d been missing the parts and the inclination. The twins’ prophecy, mindless of the mechanics, had dictated he and the American de Pointe du Lac would combine their legacies to birth the young vampire queen who would defeat Akasha when Akasha rose and began her reign of terror.

The prophecy didn’t indicate a timeline, but the councils thought it was obvious the faster this particular bun was in the oven, the better. Lestat liked to imagine his pre-teen daughter vanquishing some vampire queen magical-girl-style. But he acknowledged adulthood was probably a more stable place to be for homicide.

He was a little disconcerted that he wasn’t more bothered by being rushed into making a family with a stranger—much less parenthood itself. Perhaps the idea of making a life was too fascinating to him. And he might be impulsive, but an entire prophecy seemed to dictate he couldn’t derail the fate of the world too badly? How much could he fuck it up if his daughter was destined to be a savior?

“You know that’s not how this works, right?”

Lestat drummed his nails on his crystal tumbler as Armand sat down next to them. His mother acknowledged Armand with a nod, and pulled a book out of her bag.

“Leave my thoughts alone. Boundaries, Armand.”

“I’m just saying, do not get complacent.” He briefly clasped Lestat’s forearm with an elegant hand. “This isn’t set in stone. She is the only hope for defeating Akasha. But we do have to actually make that reality happen. Did you really think everyone would be this worked up if it were a cakewalk?”

Lestat frowned. “That’s not how I understood it.”

Armand laughed. “Perhaps the twins gave you a more palatable version of the prophecy to make you more amenable to the idea. There was a lot riding on your cooperation.”

“Oh really. Any other surprises.” Lestat swirled his untouched drink in its glass.

“Well, as none of it is certain, you may actually have to do a little work. Don’t assume de Pointe du Lac will fall into your bed. And if you do manage to conceive, imagine the possible horror of you spawning a hellion worse than yourself. Having to raise a child like that. She does defeat a queen, after all, and then become one.” Armand signaled for his own beverage from the fledgling manning the bar.

Lestat swirled his drink a little faster. “You and Gabrielle are such excellent travel companions. I’m so delighted you’re part of the delegation.”

“Goodness—you could even die in childbirth, Lestat,” Armand observed. “There’s not a lot said about the vessel beyond its purpose.”

“It’s remarkable how jealous you are that you’re not the prophecy’s specialist little boy.”

“I’m glad it’s not me that’s going to have to give up a 26 inch waistline.”

“And once again I am disturbed by your obsession with my body.”

Armand leaned in. “It’s not infidelity if you’re not married yet. There’s still time for us to discover new things about each other—and discover how well-appointed the VIP lounge facilities are at Heathrow.”

“Oh, Armand, how can I possibly be the first person you’ve dragged into a Heathrow VIP lavatory.”

“It would be the first time with you, however. And it’s been over a year since Marius and I were in one. Perhaps they’ve repainted.”

“Are you going to be like this the entire flight.” Lestat downed his drink.

“What if it’s my last chance. What if your beau is a troll, and the Americans make you wed at gunpoint right out of the airport gate before you can change your mind?” Armand’s drink was promptly delivered. “Bring another round for both of us,” he ordered.

“Two more for me,” Lestat sighed.

“Oh yes, of course— good thinking. You’ll have to give all that up for the baby. Best to make the most of it while you can.”

—

Mercifully, Armand sat with Marius on the flight. But the damage to any remaining calm Lestat had had was already done. He was nine hours out from a performance in front of a wild card audience with an unknown partner.

None of this would work if Lestat couldn’t stand de Pointe du Lac. It was impossible to imagine putting up with a terrible husband: Lestat felt he knew himself well enough that he could acknowledge that.

”Please distract me from turkey baster thoughts,” Lestat whispered to Gabrielle.

She had burned through her first book and had almost finished it. She tilted one slender finger down for a bookmark and looked over at Lestat. “This doesn’t sound like the kind of prophecy that accepts artificial insemination.”

“Why does everyone else know more about this than me?”

“I'm sure it's as Armand indicated: given the extreme upheaval, perhaps they were nervous about which straw would be the one to break the camel’s back.”

“Look— I feel like we’re moving backwards if I repeat the past. You coming to Auvergne, and the fate that awaited you there. Your life uprooted for an arranged marriage.”

“And yet you are not a young girl—you’re a 34-year-old man with agency and power. You have agreed to this, up to this point. I do not think anyone would force you, though, if you changed your mind.”

“How does one change one’s mind about preventing the apocalypse and the death of everyone one loves?”

Gabrielle shrugged. “We all have to die sometime.”

“No, not if I can help it—”

“I apologize, I do not mean to be flippant. But Lestat,” Gabrielle said softly, leaning her shoulder against his. “Do not forget that Auvergne was not the end of my story. It was a chapter. I had a son, and he saved my life. I am free. I have experienced parts of the world I never dreamed of, and I wield the powers of a god. De Pointe du Lac will not define your life.”

Lestat leaned back into her a little. “…No, of course not.”

Lestat sighed in gratitude as he felt his anxiety melt a little, if only for a while. Ridiculous to worry. De Pointe du Lac was the other half of the prophecy—well, one third: obviously he would be important. But ultimately how much could one man matter, when Lestat had eternity in front of him?

—

Representatives had met them on the tarmac when they landed in the small hours of the morning, escorting them to the de Pointe du Lac mansion. As if he were once more about to step out on stage from the wings, Lestat felt an odd, focused calm descend upon him.

It was shattered when he walked into the crowded, glittering de Pointe du Lac drawing room and David Talbot guided him to his devastatingly handsome future husband.

Lestat may have taken half a step back in alarm.

His future husband also looked thunderously irritated. With everything. It added an exciting edge to his beauty. Lestat took half a step forward.

His heart was doing new and complicated things in his chest.

At his side, Lestat heard a soft sigh from Marius; Gabrielle laid a hand on Lestat’s forearm. He was admittedly not known for his level-headed behavior around beautiful men. But surely this would all be fine!

«Congratulations,» Armand murmured in Lestat’s mind with a hint of wonder. «When you die in childbirth, I am going to marry your gorgeous, grieving husband.»

[blessin-n-curse]

I'll build you a home

by blessin_n_curse

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[lesbians4armand]

okay another mpreg post im sorry.

yeah what if daniel got armand pregnant just before the breakup and had the reverse DM chase with a baby included but WHAT IF he got him pregnant before he even knew he was armand. he wanted him so bad in his kinky maid roleplay so bad anyway what if he knocked him up then had to deal with louis being like “oh yeah thats the vampire armand he’s the love of my life.” daniel is so fucked and yet through all of it. still horny. the human vampire fucker spirit is unmatched

[liminalkittyfics]

From With the blood in your face — epilogue to I like the way you say my name (when you soak it in grace)

[hekateinhell]

if you’re giving me permission to come play in your ask box i would LOVE to hear your thoughts on what your ideal loumand omegaverse dynamic would look like ❤️

Please, you're always welcome in my ask box! 🥹❤️

Oh wow, obviously I have thought about this, and I think either Louis or Armand could be the omega here (aka the pregnant one) but for the sake of this ask let's make Armand the omega. It just feels right for Christmas Eve, can't explain.

Okay, so...

I think Louis would be such a gentleman — so perceptive and aware of when Armand is going to go into heat and need him now. He starts picking up on Armand little changes in mood and tone, and before long he knows what's happening before Armand does, and makes the necessary arrangements to be there asap so Armand doesn't have to go without. What a guy!

They would conceive quickly (you and I both know Lestat was one breath away from calling Armand "breedable" in PL, and I believe it). In my headcanons, I like to assume that Louis and Armand had the Claudia Talk before Louis moved into Trinity Gate, but there's nothing to say whether or not they did or they didn't. And even if they had discussed it prior — a pregnancy, a shared child — would bring up a lot of feelings that would have to be addressed. Oops.

But overall, they would both be elated! Of course, it's inevitable that Louis will immediately slip into caregiver mode as if Armand isn't the resident guard dog of NYC. To Louis, he's suddenly a little kitten that must be sheltered and protected and tended to. He's nowhere near as overbearing as Lestat might be though, and he does give Armand his space when he asks for it and lets him do his own thing. The two of them have always done "separate but together" very well.

Armand to me is already canonically such a nester, I think he would be nesting basically from day one. He's walking around in Louis's sweaters that reach his upper thighs now instead of his knees thanks to the growing bump, and it is quite A Look™️ as he meticulously turns the entire mansion upside down reorganizing and redecorating at least twelve times in the span of nine months.

All that he really wants to do is stay at Trinity Gate where it's a controlled environment and nothing could possibly hurt their babies. Lucky for him, Louis is a born homebody and when Armand isn't in a cleaning/decorating frenzy, they pass the time reading Keats and Shakespeare (and occasionally the bad YA for variety), and watching 1990s Leonardo DiCaprio movies.

Omg I'm still talking and we haven't hit labor yet but I think I could talk all night so I'll wrap it up, but one last thing: they would have twin girls because Louis is the ultimate girl dad and I want this for him. 🥹

[stylinsonwritingpalace]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: General Audiences  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply  Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson  Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan (mention)  Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Mpreg, Louis Tomlinson mpreg  Summary: Louis wanted to have fun with this. He and Harry had been trying for a baby for months. It had finally happened and Louis was going to figure out the perfect way to tell his husband. --- or 5 times Louis tried and failed to tell Harry he was pregnant and 1 time he was successful

New fic for @1dmpregficfest :)

[koalem]

Loustat/ Alternate Universe - Mob/ mpreg/ AU

Magnus, Lestat's adoptive father, ordered his son to break the heart of his fiancé Louis, so that he would take his place as head of the mob, with the threat that if Lestat does not give up the love of his life and cut off all communication, Magnus will hurt Louis.

Years later, a few weeks after Lestat's wedding with his new fiancée, he meets Louis again. Now with Magnus dead, Lestat is determined to get Louis back, but he discovers the surprise that Louis has married with a man over seventy years old and they have a daughter, but none of that will stop Lestat.

Louis, a couple of weeks after he was abandoned by Lestat, discovers that he is pregnant, which causes him to be repudiated by his family, but he is rescued by Daniel Molloy, a family friend who proposes marriage to prevent Louis from falling into disgrace by society .

[dotlookstired]

I finally finished the alternate ending for my Armand/Daniel eggpreg fic

Summary:

This is an alternate version of the previous fanfic I wrote where it's vampire mating season. Daniel notices a change in Armand and is worried. Armand explains the cruel joke that is mating season: vampires can’t reproduce by mating, but every century, they feel this deep, instinctual desire to try. Soon, he will feel the need to build a nest, mate with Daniel, and then lay an egg. However, because of the hormones still in his system, he'll still want to care for it and will become very depressed when he finally comes to his senses and realizes it will never hatch. Except in this version, with some help from a fae, the egg does hatch and there is a happy ending. I do plan on adding another chapter to this later that will have them taking care of the baby.

Daniel had let his hunger build enough. He didn’t think so, but Armand refused to let him go hungry any longer. “You are not coming back to your typewriter until you’ve fed properly!” Armand growled before kicking him out of their bedroom, which doubled as Daniel's office. Usually, Armand was gentler with encouraging Daniel to feed, but lately, he’d been in a weird mood. Daniel figured perhaps he had done something to anger his master, or maybe Lestat had done something to piss him off.

As he walked through a shortcut through the woods to get to the city, he heard a muffled cry. He froze and looked around. The moon hung low, casting an eerie feeling into the woods. Daniel didn’t see anything but heard more noises coming from deeper in the woods. He quietly stepped off the beaten path and crept closer to the sounds. He found a group of men surrounding a little girl who looked to be maybe around 11.

“Sorry, kid, but you witnessed a deal that could get us all locked up for life if you snitched. We can’t let you go,” the leader said with a wicked grin as he raised his revolver to her temple.

Daniel's rage flared. In an instant, he was upon them. The first man barely had time to register his presence before Daniel’s fangs sank into his neck. The others tried to flee, but they were no match for his inhuman speed. One by one, they dropped to the forest floor, lifeless and drained.

Daniel expected the girl to be terrified but to his surprise, she was just standing on a tree stump, staring at him with unblinking eyes. He assumed she was in shock or too frightened to move. Slowly, he approached her. He planned on erasing her memory with his mind gift and returning her to her parents after he gave them a stern scolding about keeping better track of their child of course.

“I won't hurt you, Are you okay?” he asked gently. The girl didn't respond or even give any indication she heard him at all.

“Where do you live? What are you doing out in the woods at night?” he tried.

The girl smiled. “Thank you, for intervening,” her voice echoed in his head. Daniel nearly fell over in surprise. “What are you?” He asked his voice trembling.

“I believe the word that mankind has for me is fae” she replied, her voice still echoing in his mind.

“You're a fairy? Are you alright though? I saw them being pretty rough with you.” he replied, still in disbelief.

He heard her giggle in his head as she nodded. “You've just learned you're speaking to a fairy, and the first thing you ask is if I'm injured? You sweet little thing. I think for your kindness, I will reward you with something very special, something that no other of your kind has ever experienced or will likely ever experience,” she said.

“Thank you, but no payment is necessary. I already got an easy dinner out of the situation,” he humbly replied.

“You may not want it now, but trust me with what you are about to experience, you will be very satisfied,” she said before jumping off the back of the tree stump.

‘Hey, wait!” Daniel shouted. He ran around the back of the tree stump but found nobody there.

Perplexed, and well fed Daniel made his way home to his grumpy lover.

He found Armand lying listlessly on the couch watching Phil Swift cut a boat in half with a chainsaw and then fix it with flex tape.

“I’ve had one of the strangest nights ever, I discovered a new creature!” he excitedly announced.

“That’s neat,” Armand said without looking away from the tv.

Armand had felt off for a few days now. The symptoms crept in slowly at first: persistent tiredness, irritability, and a slight fever. His joints ached in a way that was both foreign and alarming, given he is an immortal vampire. The mood swings were the worst, though. One minute he would be calm and collected; the next, an overwhelming sense of anger would wash over him. possessiveness would grip him, making him growl at anyone who came too close to Daniel.

Daniel had noticed the changes but had no idea what could be the issue. He was beginning to think maybe Armand was somehow sick, or angry at him for some unknown reason. The uncertainty gnawed at him until he couldn’t take it anymore. Daniel decided to go into more detail about his weird encounter in the woods later. Right now he was more concerned with getting to the bottom of whatever was the issue. “Armand,” he said softly, sitting beside him and taking his hand, “what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting so strange lately. Are you sick? Or… are you mad at me?”

Armand blinked slowly, the fog in his mind clearing slightly as he focused on Daniel’s concerned face. It took him a moment to process the question, but when he did, a wave of realization washed over him. “Oh,” he murmured, squeezing his hand gently. “It’s not you. It’s… it’s that time of the century again.” he said more to himself than to Daniel

Daniel frowned, confused. “What do you mean? What time of the century?”

Armand sighed and sat up, running a hand through his messy auburn hair. “Vampire mating season. It’s a cruel joke, really. We can’t reproduce by mating, but every century, we still feel this deep, instinctual desire to try. The symptoms you’re seeing… are because of that.”

Daniel’s eyes widened in shock.

Armand took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “Basically It means that for about a week, I will feel the need to build a nest and have lots of sex. It’s intense, and we become very territorial. Afterward, the vampire who was on the receiving end, in this situation me, feels a painful pressure in their lower abdomen, as if an egg is forming. Eventually, they’ll feel the need to push and… lay the egg. Of course, there will be no baby but the vampire who lays it will still feel a strong need to care for and protect it until they come to their senses. It’s a delusion our bodies force upon us. And then… then we grieve over what can never be.”

Daniel listened in stunned silence, his mind racing to comprehend what Armand was telling him. “Other than the intense sex part that sounds kinda awful, there’s nothing we can do to stop it?”

“No,” Armand replied softly. “But I’ll understand if you don’t want to be here for it. It’s… a lot to handle.”

Daniel shook his head firmly. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re a couple we should both have to suffer.”

As the days passed, Armand’s symptoms grew worse. He became increasingly restless, driven by an uncontrollable urge to gather soft materials and create a nest. Daniel watched as Armand collected blankets, pillows, and even some of Daniel’s worn clothes from the basket in the bathroom. Daniel thought it was kinda gross at first but Armand explained that Daniel's lingering scent on the worn clothes was incredibly comforting to him. Armand meticulously arranged them into a cozy, safe space in their bedroom.

Daniel did his best to help, while out on a hunt one evening he stopped and bought some more blankets. while at the store he started thinking about the clothes thing and wondered what other scents might comfort the little vampire. On his way to the checkout line he stopped by the pharmacy area of the store and picked out some sandalwood fragrance oil, the same scent Marius tends to wear around. He could see how important this was to his vampire lover, even if it was all based on an illusion. The process brought them closer in a strange way, as they shared the labor and the anticipation of what was to come.

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Then, the mating desires began. It started one night when Daniel was typing away on his typewriter at his desk in their bedroom. Armand had been staring at him from the nest all night, Dnaiel figured it was just another symptom of the vampire mating season. Armand slowly crept out of his nest and approached Daniel. Daniel looked up at him “You alright boss? Are you still having joint pain” Daniel asked.

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I don't know this might be a shot in the dark, but does anyone remember this One Direction fic that was set back in their last year touring and Zayn gets Louis pregnant before he leaves the band. And Louis decides to keep the baby. And then Liam ends up taking care of him and they end up dating. And that pisses Zayn off. It was a series and I believe the author even wrote a version where Zayn ends up stepping up and Zayn and Louis actually date first, but it doesn't work and he ends up with Liam anyway.

I think it might have gotten deleted and I'm wondering if anyone remembers those fics or who the author was and if I can somehow get my hands on a copy. I'm trying to download all the fics I've ever loved so I don't lose them again.

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