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rose24207 · 1 month ago
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Hi, could I request a Fred Weasley x reader where she's pregnant and she plans on telling him on new years eve and then he takes care of her throughout the pregnancy?
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New year, new chapter
Summary: Fred’s New Year transforms into a celebration of love, family, and new beginnings as he learns he’s about to become a father.
Genre: fluff
TW: None!
A/N: so cute!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!
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New Year’s Eve was bustling at The Burrow, as it always was. Molly had outdone herself with the decorations, and the house was filled with laughter, chatter, and the faint sound of fireworks popping off in the distance.
Fred was in his element, cracking jokes and charming everyone as usual, while you lingered by the kitchen with a secret you couldn’t wait to share.
You ran a hand over your belly—still flat, but harboring the biggest change your life had ever known. A baby. You were going to have a baby with Fred Weasley.
The thought had thrilled and terrified you in equal measure since you saw the two bright lines on the test three weeks ago. You knew Fred would be ecstatic, but the timing wasn’t perfect—his joke shop was thriving but also demanding all his energy.
Still, he was your Fred, your partner in everything. If there was anyone who could take this news with a grin and a plan, it was him.
You glanced over at him across the room. His fiery red hair practically glowed in the firelight as he animatedly retold a story to Ginny and George. The way his eyes sparkled when he laughed made your heart squeeze.
Yes, Fred was going to be the most wonderful dad.
Molly interrupted your thoughts, handing you a glass of sparkling cider. "I thought you’d like this instead of champagne, dear," she said with a knowing look.
You froze, the color draining from your face. "Oh, uh—"
"Don’t worry," Molly whispered, her eyes twinkling. "I won’t say a word. But you might want to tell Fred soon. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, but even he might need a nudge to figure it out."
"Thank you," you murmured, clutching the glass like a lifeline. Molly winked before bustling off, leaving you with your rapidly beating heart.
It was nearly midnight now, and you couldn’t wait any longer. The moment had to be perfect. You set your glass down and made your way toward Fred, weaving through the crowd of family and friends.
He spotted you before you reached him, his grin widening. "There’s my favorite person!" he exclaimed, pulling you into his arms. "Where’ve you been hiding, love? George and I were just debating whether or not you’ve run off to avoid our brilliant storytelling."
You laughed, leaning into him. "Never. I just needed a moment to think."
"Think? On New Year’s Eve? Dangerous business," Fred teased, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Come on, it’s almost midnight. Let’s go find a spot for the countdown."
He led you outside into the crisp winter air, where the Weasley family had gathered under the stars. The countdown began—ten, nine, eight—and you clutched Fred’s hand tightly, your heart racing.
Three, two, one—cheers erupted, fireworks burst overhead, and Fred turned to you with a mischievous grin. "Happy New Year, love," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
You kissed him back, soft and sweet, before pulling away just enough to whisper, "Fred, I have something to tell you."
His brows furrowed slightly, but his smile didn’t waver. "What is it?"
"I’m pregnant."
For a moment, Fred just stared at you, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. You felt a flicker of panic—had you misjudged this? But then, a slow, radiant grin spread across his face, and he let out a breathless laugh.
"You’re serious?" he asked, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief.
You nodded, tears pricking your eyes. "I found out a few weeks ago. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I thought tonight would be perfect."
Fred let out a whoop of joy, spinning you around despite your protests about dizziness. "You’re having my baby? Bloody hell, Y/N, this is the best New Year’s gift I could’ve ever asked for!"
"Fred, put me down!" you laughed, swatting at his shoulder.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, setting you back on your feet but keeping his hands on your waist. His expression softened, his voice dropping to a tender murmur. "I can’t believe it. We’re going to be parents."
You nodded, tears spilling over now. "We are."
Fred cupped your face, brushing away your tears with his thumbs. "I love you so much, Y/N. And I promise, I’ll take care of you—both of you."
The commotion caught the attention of the rest of the family, who quickly swarmed around you.
"What’s all this shouting about?" George asked, looking between you and Fred.
Fred puffed out his chest, his grin as wide as you’d ever seen it. "I’m going to be a dad! Y/N and I are having a baby!"
A collective gasp of delight swept through the group, followed by a cacophony of cheers and congratulations. Molly burst into tears, pulling you into a tight hug.
"Oh, my dear, I’m so happy for you!" she cried.
Arthur clapped Fred on the back, beaming. "Well done, son. This is wonderful news."
"Freddie’s going to be a dad, huh?" George said, his grin nearly as big as his twin’s. He grabbed Fred in a mock chokehold. "Does this mean I get to teach the kid all the stuff that’ll drive you mad?"
"Oi, hands off the dad-to-be," Fred retorted, laughing. "And no, I’ll handle that myself. You can be the boring uncle who reminds them to do their homework."
"Fat chance of that," George shot back, pulling you into a warm hug. "Seriously, though, congratulations, Y/N. And you, Freddie. You’re going to be a great dad."
Even Ginny, who usually preferred to stay out of the chaos, hugged you tightly. "You’re going to be amazing, Y/N. And Fred—well, he’ll have his moments, I’m sure."
Fred was too busy basking in the glow of his family’s excitement to notice the jab. He held your hand tightly, grinning from ear to ear as he declared, "Best New Year’s ever. Just wait until next year—there’ll be three of us celebrating."
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okay sebastian reacting to mc telling him he's gonna be a dad in a fun way like a bun in the oven or something stupid
Dad-to-Be | Sebastian Sallow x OC
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anon!!! thank you so much for the request, I hope this brings your idea to life ;.;
Words: ~4,300
Tags: Post Canon, Established Relationship, Romance, Fluff, Fluff AGAIN
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Evangeline paced the length of the cottage, the worn wooden floors creaking softly under her slippers. She chewed on her thumbnail, glancing at the clock for what must have been the hundredth time that day. Her nerves felt frayed, the weight of what she needed to say gnawing at her every thought.
It wasn’t like her to avoid work, but this morning, she'd done just that, feigning sickness to get out of her shift at the Ministry. The guilt of lying added to her anxiety, though it paled in comparison to the much bigger secret she’d been carrying. How on earth was she supposed to concentrate on paperwork when this was hanging over her?
She sighed, running a hand through her long, dark hair as she surveyed the chaos of the cottage. The unwashed dishes in the sink, her favorite sweater tossed over the back of the couch, and the burned remnants of what was supposed to be a celebratory cake—“Dad-to-Be” scrawled in blackened frosting—painted a picture of her increasingly desperate brainstorming session.
She’d spent the entire day trying to figure out the perfect way to tell Sebastian she was pregnant. Every idea felt wrong. Too dramatic. Too casual. Too cheesy. Too blunt. She’d tried baking the cake—disaster. Knitting tiny baby booties had only resulted in a lumpy, unidentifiable mess. Writing a letter? Equally hopeless. (“Congratulations, you knocked me up!” had been scribbled out with a groan. “Sebastian, I’m pregnant,” was boring and devoid of charm.)
For a brief, fleeting moment, she’d even tried the old “bun in the oven” trick. She’d shoved a single bread roll into the oven and waited, but the sheer cringe of it had sent her yanking the oven door back open long before Sebastian could come home.
Now, evening was closing in, and the sound of familiar footsteps outside the door sent her heart into overdrive.
“Here we go,” she muttered under her breath.
The door swung open, and there he was—Sebastian Sallow, tall, confident, handsome, and as annoyingly charming as ever. His dark hair was windswept, his brown eyes alight with warmth as he stepped inside and shrugged off his cloak, tossing it carelessly over a chair.
“Evening, love,” he greeted her with a smile, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “How’s my favorite invalid? You don’t look half as bad as I thought you would.”
Evangeline swatted him lightly on the arm, a half-hearted laugh escaping her lips despite her nerves. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice just a touch too high-pitched to be convincing.
Sebastian’s sharp gaze lingered on her for a moment, but he let it slide, helping himself to a leftover biscuit from the counter.
“You’re sure you’re okay? You’re not sick-sick, are you?” he asked, cramming the biscuit into his mouth and brushing crumbs off his shirt.
“I’m fine,” she repeated, forcing a smile.
Her nerves were palpable, but Sebastian didn’t seem to notice. He kicked off his boots and sank onto the couch, patting the spot beside him. “Come sit. Tell me about your day. Did you actually rest, or were you up to something?”
She hesitated, wringing her hands together. “Well… I’ve been thinking.”
“Dangerous,” he quipped, earning another swat.
“Sebastian, be serious,” she said, crossing her arms as she paced back and forth in front of him. "I... how do you feel about... about big life changes?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the cushions. “Changes? Like what? Don’t tell me you’re thinking about cutting your hair again—I told you, I like it long.”
“Not my hair,” she said, exasperated. “Bigger changes. Like… expanding the family?”
At that, Sebastian perked up, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, you mean adopting another stray? I’ve had my eye on this Kneazle in the village shelter. Poor thing looks—”
“Sebastian!” Evangeline cut him off, throwing her hands up in frustration.
“What?” he asked, bewildered. “I thought you'd like the idea of getting another pet!"
She groaned, her patience thinning. “Forget the Kneazle! Just—just sit there and eat your biscuit.”
Sebastian blinked at her, confused but obedient, as she spun on her heel and marched into the kitchen.
This was going to be harder than she thought.
Evangeline busied herself with dinner, trying to keep her hands steady as she prepared a simple meal. The sizzling of butter in the pan as she browned bread for grilled cheese sandwiches gave her a sense of normalcy, even as her thoughts raced. Surely I don’t have to just blurt it out, she thought. I can ease him into it, drop hints. He’s clever. He’ll figure it out, right?
She placed a slice of cheese between the bread, pressing it down with the spatula, and thought about what she’d say. Maybe she could start with a hypothetical. Or a joke? Would that work? Probably not. Sebastian’s sense of humor was sharp, but subtlety wasn’t always his strongest suit.
By the time she returned to the living room, dinner plated and balanced in her hands, her nerves had only grown. Sebastian looked up from the couch, setting aside the book he’d been skimming. “Dinner already? You’re spoiling me,” he said with a grin, reaching for the plate she handed him.
Evangeline sat beside him, her own plate resting untouched on her lap. “I thought we could eat together and… talk,” she said, her voice deliberately casual.
“Talk?” he asked around a mouthful of sandwich. “Did you set the house on fire whilst I was gone? Wait, don’t tell me—you’ve decided to take up painting again.”
She rolled her eyes. “I am not picking up painting again after what happened last time.”
“Fair enough,” he said with a laugh, gesturing at his sandwich. “This is great, by the way. Keep feeding me like this, and I might never let you out of the kitchen again.”
“Charming,” she deadpanned.
He flashed her a boyish grin, oblivious to the storm brewing in her head. She fiddled with the edge of her plate, searching for a way to steer the conversation. Finally, she cleared her throat.
“Sebastian, have you ever thought about… names? Like, names you’d want to give to someone special?”
He paused mid-bite, raising an eyebrow. “Names? For what?”
“Like… if you had to name something important,” she said, forcing herself to stay patient. "Say, for example, a person.”
Sebastian tilted his head, considering her question. “Hmm. I’ve always liked Arthur. Strong name, good history. Eleanor’s nice too. What brought this on?”
“Oh, nothing,” she said quickly, waving him off. “Just curious.”
He shrugged, seemingly satisfied with her answer, and took another bite of his sandwich.
Evangeline stared at her plate, her mind scrambling for another approach. “You know, I’ve been having the strangest cravings lately,” she said, her tone light.
“Cravings?” Sebastian repeated, narrowing his eyes. “Like what?”
“Pickles,” she said, then added, “And chocolate. Together.”
Sebastian wrinkled his nose, looking genuinely appalled. “That’s disgusting.”
She laughed nervously. “Well, cravings are cravings.”
“Maybe you really are coming down with something,” he said, eyeing her suspiciously. “Or you’ve finally lost your mind.”
Her shoulders sagged slightly as her attempt went right over his head. Again. She was running out of ideas. Desperate, she tried again.
“You know,” she said, attempting to sound casual, “we should probably start thinking about baby-proofing the house soon.”
Sebastian frowned, glancing around the room. “Baby-proof it? Why? Are you worried Ominis is going to stumble into the fireplace again?”
Evangeline groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Sebastian, no!”
“Then what are you—” He froze, his brow furrowing as he stared at her. “Wait a minute.”
Her heart leapt into her throat. Finally!
She leaned forward, ready to confirm, but Sebastian’s face lit up with excitement before she could get a word in.
"You are thinking about getting a Kneazle, aren’t you? I knew you’d come around! You need to see the one at the shelter—scrappy little thing, missing half an ear, but I think—”
“Sebastian!” she snapped, cutting him off.
“What?” he asked, blinking at her in confusion.
Evangeline took a deep breath, her nerves finally snapping under the weight of his obliviousness. “I’m not talking about a Kneazle, or Ominis, or anything else. I’m talking about us. About you. You’re going to be a dad!"
He stared at her, his expression blank as the words sank in.
“A… dad?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, a dad—like, an actual human baby dad!” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “As in, I’m pregnant, Sebastian!"
Sebastian blinked at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He looked utterly stunned, as if the world had just tilted on its axis.
There was a long moment of silence where Sebastian just stared at her, his expression completely unreadable. Evangeline’s stomach churned, panic creeping in as the seconds ticked by. Was he upset? Overwhelmed? Regretting everything? She opened her mouth to say something—anything—to fill the void, but before she could, his expression softened.
“I’m going to be a dad?” he repeated, his voice quiet, a mix of disbelief and awe.
Evangeline nodded.
Slowly, a grin began to spread across his face—small at first, then growing wider and wider until it practically split his face in two. A loud, boyish laugh burst out of him as scooped her into his arms, spinning her around.
“You’re serious? We’re having a baby?” he asked, pulling back just enough to look at her, his eyes sparkling with joy.
“Yes, we're having a baby!” she said, her voice exasperated but tinged with laughter.
Sebastian laughed again, his joy infectious as he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Then, as if the enormity of it hit him all over again, he stepped back and started pacing the room, running his hands through his hair.
“I’m going to be a dad,” he murmured to himself, his voice tinged with awe. Then he laughed, a little hysterically, tears brimming in his eyes. “We’re having a baby. Merlin’s beard, Evie, a baby!”
Evangeline couldn’t help but laugh, her heart swelling at his reaction.
“How—how is that even—?” he continued, his voice cracking slightly.
Evangeline stared at him, amused and exasperated. “How? Sebastian, you do know how babies are made, don’t you?”
“I—I mean, obviously I do!” he sputtered, his ears flushing a deep red as he straightened, waving his hands frantically. “But—how? Like, when?”
She arched an eyebrow, folding her arms as she leveled him with a look. “You know. That activity we like to do together? At night? In bed?”
Sebastian turned an even deeper shade of red, running a hand through his hair as he began pacing back and forth. “I know that! I just—well—Merlin’s beard, Evie, I didn’t think—”
“What? That it might actually work one day?” she cut in, smirking despite herself.
Sebastian stopped mid-pace, spinning to face her, his expression caught somewhere between mortified and delighted. “You could’ve given me a bit of a warning, you know!”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Should I have sent you an owl ahead of time? Maybe drafted a memo?”
He let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head as he ran a hand down his face. “Merlin’s pants. I’m going to be a dad,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Like, an actual dad.”
“Yes, an actual dad.” Evangeline confirmed again with a grin.
Sebastian looked over at her, his wide eyes locking onto hers. "Evie, this is—this is incredible!”
Her laugh was soft and filled with relief. “So you’re happy about it, then?”
“Happy?” he said, spinning to face her with wide eyes. “Evie, I’m over the moon! This is the best news you’ve ever given me—well, aside from the time you told me you loved me, and then the time you married me. But this—this is next level!”
She smiled, her earlier nerves finally dissolving as she watched him. “I was so worried you’d be overwhelmed,” she admitted quietly.
Sebastian was in front of her in an instant, taking her hands in his. “Overwhelmed? Maybe a little,” he said with a laugh. “But Evangeline, this is amazing. You’re amazing. And if you think for one second I’m not ready to do this with you, you’re mad.”
Evangeline felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she gazed up at him, his excitement radiating like the summer sun. She didn’t know what she’d been so worried about. This was Sebastian—of course he’d be thrilled.
Before she could say anything, he dropped to his knees in front of her, placing his hands gently on her stomach. His wide, boyish grin softened into something more tender as he looked up at her. “There’s really a little Sallow in there?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sebastian tilted his head, pressing his forehead gently to her stomach. “Hello in there, little one,” he said softly, his voice low and filled with emotion. “It’s your dad. I love you so much already."
Evangeline rolled her eyes, though her smile remained wide. “You’re already embarrassing them, and they haven’t even been born yet.”
“I’m just getting a head start,” he teased, sitting back on his heels but keeping his hands on her stomach. “So, how long have you known? And why didn’t you tell me sooner? Or were you just planning on letting me figure it out in five months when you couldn’t hide it anymore?”
“I’ve only known for a few days,” she admitted, fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “I was trying to figure out the best way to tell you, but nothing seemed right. I mean, I even tried baking a cake—”
He laughed, rising to his feet and pulling her into his arms. “You could’ve just told me, you know. No cakes or clever hints required.”
She rested her head against his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him as his arms tightened around her. “I know. But I wanted it to be perfect.”
“Evie,” he murmured, tipping her chin up so their eyes met. “This is perfect. You’re perfect."
Evangeline laughed softly, brushing a hand through his hair. “I hope they inherit your smile,” she said, her voice full of warmth.
Sebastian looked down at her, his grin returning. “And I hope they get your brains. And your laugh. And maybe your stubborn streak, too, but not too much, or we’re doomed.”
Evangeline rolled her eyes. “I hope they don’t get your reckless streak, or I’ll be gray before I’m thirty.”
Sebastian laughed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “If they do, we’ll manage. You’ll keep us both in line, just like you always do.”
She laughed and rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. For the first time all day, the knot of nerves in her chest unraveled completely.
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, before Sebastian pulled back just enough to look at her again. His expression was serious now, though no less full of joy.
“Evie,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, “I swear to you, I’m going to do everything I can to be the best dad.”
Evangeline laughed, tears slipping down her cheeks. “You’re already going to be the best dad, Sebastian.”
He grinned, brushing her tears away with his thumb. “And you’re going to be the best mum. Merlin help this kid, though, because they’re going to be spoiled rotten.”
“Only if you teach them bad habits,” she teased.
“Bad habits? Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, smirking. “Like sneaking out after curfew, breaking into the Restricted Section, lying to teachers—”
Sebastian winced, though his grin didn’t falter. “Alright, alright. No need to drag me through the mud, love. I’ll set a good example. Mostly.”
“Mostly,” she repeated, shaking her head with a laugh.
As they settled back onto the couch, Sebastian wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his other hand resting protectively on her stomach. “I suppose we’ll need to start planning now,” he said, his tone half-serious. “Crib, clothes, books. Oh, and I’ll need to owl Ominis and Anne. They're going to lose her mind over this.”
Evangeline chuckled nervously, avoiding Sebastian’s gaze as she fiddled with the hem of her sweater. “Well, about Anne…” she began, her voice trailing off.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at her, his brow furrowing. “What about Anne?”
“Well…” She gave him a sheepish look, her voice barely above a whisper. “She already knows.”
Sebastian’s jaw dropped, and he stared at her, completely incredulous. “Anne already knows? Evangeline, how does my sister know before I do?!”
Evangeline chuckled nervously, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Well… yes. Who else was I supposed to go to for confirmation? Ominis? She’s a healer, Sebastian!”
His mouth fell open, a mix of disbelief and amusement flashing across his face. “You told Anne before you told me?”
“Well, I had to be sure first!” she defended, holding her hands up. “I wasn’t going to tell you anything until I was absolutely certain. And who else was I supposed to go to? Madame Russell in the village? She’d have spread it through the whole of Feldcroft before I even got back home!”
At that, Sebastian let out a strangled laugh, running a hand down his face. “Merlin’s sake, Evie, I’m never going to hear the end of this.”
“Anne only gloated a little bit," Evangeline assured him, though her tone carried a teasing lilt.
“Oh, I’m sure she did,” he said, shaking his head with a groan. “I can already imagine the look she’ll give me the next time I see her. Let me guess, she said something about how she always knew I’d be the last to figure things out?”
Evangeline couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Actually, yes. She said, and I quote, ‘Typical Sebastian, always a bit slow on the uptake.’”
Sebastian groaned again, though a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Brilliant. Just brilliant. My own sister conspiring with my wife to keep me in the dark.”
“She wasn’t conspiring,” Evangeline said with a laugh, nudging his shoulder playfully. “She was just doing her job. And, for the record, she’s thrilled about the baby. She wouldn’t stop talking about how she can’t wait to be Auntie Anne.”
“Well, at least one of us got to enjoy her reaction,” he muttered, though his grin had widened.
“You’ll survive,” Evangeline teased, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Besides, you should be flattered. Anne said you’re going to be a wonderful dad.”
Sebastian’s expression softened, and he looked down at her, his eyes full of warmth. “Did she really say that?”
“She did,” Evangeline said, her voice gentle. “And she’s right.”
For a moment, he was quiet, his gaze fixed on her stomach as his hand rested protectively over it. Then he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Well, I guess I can forgive her."
Evangeline chuckled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate your magnanimity.”
"Only after I name the baby something she'll hate, though."
Evangeline gasped, pulling back to stare at him, her eyes wide with mock horror. “Sebastian Sallow, you wouldn’t dare!”
He smirked, that signature mischievous glint sparking in his eyes. “Oh, I would. How does something like… Marmaduke sound? Or Ethelreda? Really lean into the old-fashioned wizarding names, you know?”
She smacked his arm, groaning. "You're incorrigible, truly."
"And yet," he said, his grin turning far too smug, his tone dipping into something almost predatory. "Here you are, married to me and having my baby."
“Sebastian…” she started, raising an eyebrow at his tone, but before she could continue, he tightened his grip on her, fingers pressing into her stomach.
“I can’t wait,” he murmured, his voice reverent. “For you to start showing. So everyone can see what I’ve done to you.”
Her mouth fell open, heat rushing to her face as she stared at him in disbelief. “Sebastian!”
“What?” he asked, completely unrepentant, his grin widening. “It’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re mine, Evie. And now… now everyone will know it.”
She gaped at him, utterly flustered.
“I mean, really,” he went on, his tone casual but with that glint in his eyes that made her heart race. “Every time we walk through the village, or go to work, or visit friends, they’ll all see it. You, glowing, beautiful, and carrying our child. Mine. It’ll be written all over you.”
Evangeline buried her face in her hands, groaning. “You are ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous? No,” Sebastian countered, tugging her hands away from her face so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Proud? Absolutely.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “I can’t wait for people to ask, and for me to say, ‘Yes, that’s my wife. Yes, I did that. Isn’t she perfect?’”
Evangeline let out a strangled laugh, half-mortified, half-amused. “Sebastian, stop.”
“Why would I do that?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She sighed, though her lips curved into a smile as she relaxed into him. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this a little too much.”
“Oh, I absolutely am,” he said, his tone completely serious. “Evie, I’ve always been proud to be your husband. But now? Now I get to be the husband and the father of your child. It’s like I’ve won the bloody lottery.”
Her heart swelled at his words, and she leaned up to kiss him softly. “I love you. Even when you’re being a possessive prat.”
“And I love you,” he murmured against her lips. “Even when you’re pretending you don’t secretly love it when I’m a possessive prat.”
She pulled back, narrowing her eyes at him, but her smile gave her away. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Cute?” he repeated, feigning offense. “Evie, I’m devastatingly handsome. Rugged. Charming. Definitely not just cute.”
She laughed, leaning back into his chest. “Alright, devastatingly handsome. Now hush.”
“Never,” he said, his grin audible in his voice. “Embarrassing you is half the fun.”
Evangeline huffed a laugh and closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as she nestled against Sebastian’s chest, his heartbeat steady and comforting beneath her ear. For a moment, she let herself sink into the quiet joy of the moment—Sebastian’s arms around her, his hands resting protectively on her stomach, the crackle of the fireplace filling the cozy silence of their little cottage.
This was bliss. Perfect, warm, and utterly calm.
But, of course, it didn’t last.
“Well,” Sebastian said suddenly, his voice breaking the quiet as he straightened up beneath her. “We’ve got to start making a list.”
Evangeline’s eyes snapped open, and she leaned back to look up at him, confusion and amusement dancing in her hazel eyes. “A list?”
“Yes, a list!” he said, already on a roll, his eyes lighting up with excitement as if the gears in his head had gone into overdrive. “We’ve got so much to do, Evie. So much to get ready. Merlin, we’ll need a crib, of course. And clothes—tiny ones. Do we even know where to buy baby clothes? I don’t think they sell those at the apothecary…”
Evangeline bit back a laugh, watching him as he began to ramble. “Sebastian…”
“And books! We’ll need books. Parenting books. Baby books. Do they make spell books for babies? They should, don’t you think? Something simple, like, First Spells for Tiny Wizards.” He paused, suddenly serious. “Wait, do you think the baby will be magical from the start, or does that develop later? Should I ask Anne? No, wait, I can owl Professor Weasley. She’d know—”
“Sebastian,” Evangeline tried again, her lips twitching as she fought to keep a straight face.
“Right, furniture!” he continued, completely ignoring her. “We’ll have to rearrange the second bedroom—it’s perfect for a nursery. Do you think we should paint it? What color? Yellow, maybe? Or green? Or should we wait to find out if it’s a boy or a girl? Oh, Merlin, we’ll need names! We should start thinking about that now, too. I already said Arthur... Eleanor? Or maybe something more—”
“Sebastian!” Evangeline finally exclaimed, cutting him off with a laugh.
He blinked, his train of thought momentarily derailed as he looked down at her. “What?”
“Breathe,” she said, reaching up to cup his face. “You’re going to give yourself a stroke if you keep this up.”
“But, Evie,” he said, his voice tinged with equal parts excitement and panic, “there’s so much to do. We can’t just sit here—”
“Yes, we can,” she said firmly, pulling him back down onto the couch. “We have months to figure all of this out. Months, Sebastian.
“Right. No need to rush,” he agreed, though his excitement was still palpable. He paused for a moment, then added with a sly grin, “But I do think we should start talking about dueling lessons. When do you think they’ll be ready? Five? Six?”
“Oh my god!” she groaned, laughing as she smacked his arm.
“What?” he said innocently. “It’s an important skill! I’ll start them off slow—basic stances, nothing dangerous.”
Evangeline rolled her eyes, though her laughter betrayed her amusement. “Let’s just get through the first year before we start planning for dueling championships, alright?”
“Alright,” he said, grinning as he kissed her temple. “But I’m serious. Our kid’s going to be brilliant. Just like their mum.”
Evangeline’s heart swelled as she looked up at him, her smile soft and full of love. “And just like their dad.”
The future felt uncertain and exciting all at once, but as they sat together in their little cottage, Evangeline knew one thing for certain: everything was going to be okay. Better than okay.
It was going to be perfect.
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little-shadow-club · 26 days ago
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I think the best part about Jinchul in SLr is the fact that they kept dropping small details here and there about just how extremely serious he is about protecting earth, but you dont get the full picture until you get to meeting him that you are just like "oh wow hes gone off the rails OKAY!"
Although I think the part that drove home for me that he was just, not thinking sanely would have to be when he proposed the choker bombs on Villains to be wrapped around their neck. Or you know, when he just gave full on permition to Taeshik and other people to go ahead and kill villains and pay them for that. I mean, its obvious when you hear it from me, right now, that Jinchul was obviously crossing the line way before we got told directly that 'yup hes not well mentally.' but considering most action manhwas and, just the general vibe about action fantasy has about stripping criminals from human rights and simply letting them die a gruesome death (heck even SL had bunch of those moments) I was like "oh yeah Jinchul is just being hyped as this hero of justice following along Jinwoo's steps to guide people"
BUT NO, instead Daul really said "This man is suffering a past trauma that he constantly relives in his dreams, he fears everyday that the war hes seen will come back again, porbably even worse, and for that he wants the world to be prepared. Hes on constant alert, hes choosing to take extreme measures for the sake of humanity, the lonelyness he has held for so long has not made him stronger by any means but instead so much more insecure becuase now the only person he has in his life is basically a god, unable to protect earth anymore as he has always done. And as the only one who knows the past he is consumed by the pressure of doing everything he can in order to not let the earth descend into chaos. He cannot even choose to have the past erased becuase those memories just refuse to leave him, and even if he did have the choice, he would NEVER want to erase them, no matter how much its poisoning his mind, no matter how much he suffers. Becuase he's just a man."
And thats just without the shipping goggles off, with them on it just hurts , it just hurts. To Jinchul, Jinwoo is a friend, a family, a hunter, a hero, a god-- his only one-, a monarch, a human, a survivor and the entire reason the world still persists. (While also not mentioning hes the sole reason of Jinchul's trauma since the more he spends with Jinchul the more hes afected by his aura. same to what happened with Ilhwan.) Brother hes MORE than codependent on that man than anyone of us will ever be.
#oh shes being portrayed as this loyal#wife and she has no trauma whatsoever because thats how a good wife is. no hysteria no problems happy marriage!.#also want to make it clear that jinchul's whole behavior towards treating people with the utmost repsect was becuase of Jinwoo.#Haseul points that out. and mind you. Jinchul is well in his 50s to 60s while Haseul is in her teens#yet hes treating HER with so much respect that Haseul is shocked by how casual others (Suho) are with her.#brother when the whole story finishes i will break.#solo leveling freakarok#solo leveling ragnarok#solo leveling ragnarok spoilers#woo jin chul#sung jinwoo#only i level up#I wish I could also talk about haeins dependency of Jinwoo as well but I am not sure whenever its#or shes actually having her own inner problems as well. like at first they hit me with the joke of Suho feeling like a dinosaur inside her#womb#and then almost 200 chapter later they tell me Jinwoo needed to use witchcraft in order or Haein to not DIE during the pregnancy#and had to also remain contantly vigilant LIKE BRUH#if women get depressed post partum i do not want to imagine just how worse shes having it.#so yeah#and also. this aint Jinwoo's own fault. at least for Jinchul who took in the risk willingly. and haein... well if the love confession and#marriage is anything to go by im sure she did as well...#by the way. jinchul and haein serving as different example of codependece on Jinwoo. lovely cheffs kiss give me more waiter.
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cvntyboylove-666 · 9 months ago
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What if you bred me right after a fertility ritual on the full moon? Just pounce on me and put me in a mating press, slide your cock right into my boycunt. I'm already oiled up from the ritual, it'll be super easy. Fuck me hard and fast, telling me how you're gonna put a baby in me, fondling my body, telling me how my belly is gonna get how big, how my boytits are gonna swell with milk. Tell me how hot I'll look knocked up. Tell me what a perfect daddy I'll be. Cum in me as many times as you want. My womb is open from my spell, waiting for your seed. Maybe the spell works on you too and you cum more than you ever have into my vulnerable belly, filling me up so good. I've been in such deep meditation, I'm so aware of my body that I FEEL it when your sperm penetrates my egg. I moan and squirt as I feel myself being impregnated. You wonder what happened until I look up at you and say, "I'm pregnant."
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thewhispersinthebreeze · 3 months ago
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Any witchy or folk magical or old family traditions on how to get pregnant when you have severely irregular cycles due to PCOS? I'm taking prenatal vitamins and not drinking any alcohol (I miss my apple pie moonshine but I'll live, didn't drink often anyway) and I'm not smoking cigarettes, which I rarely smoked anyway. I can't really afford to go to a doctor to try and get IVF or whatever. That's all too expensive. My insurance is temporarily on hold. i didn't reapply or whatever soon enough so I gotta wait like two months. I just want to get a headstart, you know? On getting my cycles regulated and everything. I stopped my testosterone injections too of course. I've been doing those injections since March, it's November now. I removed my IUD too.
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deromanus · 6 months ago
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so anyway I found out a week ago that I'm pregnant which was not intentional or planned at all but here we are.... and since morning sickness is kicking my ass into the twelfth dimension I've been laying in bed watching a lot of horror movies.... and I just want to put it out into the world that if this baby turns out to be some kind of demonic horror I won't even be upset about it. I'd love that actually. Or if it's like a horrible animal human hybrid because a dog looked at me weird or whatever I'll be into it. I'm not like other pregnant horror movie protagonists I'm different
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clemsfilmdiary · 1 month ago
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Crowhaven Farm (1970, Walter Grauman)
12/17/24
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emwrites4u · 2 months ago
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Silent Support
Trigger Warning! This is a story about miscarriage so if that triggers you I would not read. I want to explore the world of Harry Potter through different things. We all saw our trio come out strong but that doesn’t mean they didn’t face challenges like any adult would.
Hermione Granger faces the heartbreak of a miscarriage, struggling with the grief and uncertainty of how to face her family. Despite the overwhelming sadness, she finds solace in the unwavering support of those closest to her.
The quiet of the Burrow was the worst part. It was always warm here, filled with the sounds of her family’s laughter, the clatter of plates and cutlery, the hum of voices. It had always been her safe place, a sanctuary of love and comfort. But tonight, as she sat by the fire with a cup of tea in her hands, everything felt different.
Hermione Granger, usually so composed and strong, felt small. The weight of her grief was a constant pressure on her chest, as if the sorrow had become a part of her, creeping into every corner of her mind.
She hadn’t told her parents yet. She hadn’t told anyone.
Her body had betrayed her. The miscarriage had come unexpectedly—two weeks after she had finally learned she was pregnant. She had been filled with hope, with dreams of holding a baby, of seeing Ron become a father. But now, all that was gone, and Hermione was left with the emptiness.
The silence in the Burrow was suffocating. It was strange how the absence of noise could feel like such a loud thing. She felt isolated, alone with the weight of what had happened. She hadn’t even told Ron yet, not in a real way. The words stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t bring herself to say them. How could she? He had been so excited. So hopeful. She hadn’t known how to shatter that dream.
The sound of footsteps broke her thoughts, and she turned to see Ginny stepping into the room, a gentle smile on her face.
“Hermione?” she asked softly, her eyes searching Hermione’s face. “You alright?”
Hermione blinked, her hand tightening around the mug. “I—I don’t know. I just… I don’t know how to face anyone right now, Gin. How do I tell them what happened? What if they’re disappointed in me? What if they think I did something wrong?”
Ginny sat beside her without hesitation, her presence warm and steady. “Hermione, nothing about this is your fault. Not at all.” Her voice was soft, but firm, as if she were trying to convince Hermione of something she already knew. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t need to hide away.”
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, the tears threatening to spill over. “But I do. I feel like I’m supposed to be okay now, that it’s just something that happens and I should move on. But I don’t know how to move on. I don’t know how to explain this kind of loss.”
Ginny wrapped her arm around Hermione’s shoulders, pulling her close. “There’s no ‘right’ way to feel, Hermione. You don’t have to have all the answers. You’re allowed to grieve, and you’re allowed to take your time. And as for telling your family—take it one step at a time. You don’t have to do it all at once.”
“I feel so… broken,” Hermione whispered, the tears finally spilling over. “I wanted it so much, Ginny. I wanted to be a mother. I thought… I thought maybe it was my time, you know? But now… it feels like it’s all slipping away.”
Ginny didn’t say anything at first, just held her tighter. “I’m so sorry, Hermione,” she said after a moment, her voice thick with emotion. “I wish I could take away your pain.”
Hermione nodded, her chest tightening as she let herself feel everything that had been bottled up. She had been so afraid to grieve, afraid to show any vulnerability. But in Ginny’s embrace, she didn’t have to hide.
The door opened softly, and Ron appeared in the doorway. His expression faltered when he saw the tears on Hermione’s face, his usual warmth replaced with an unspoken concern. He crossed the room quickly, kneeling beside her.
“Hermione?” His voice cracked slightly. “Love, what’s wrong?”
Hermione shook her head, the words caught in her throat. Ron’s eyes scanned her face, desperate for an explanation. Ginny moved aside, allowing Ron to take her place by Hermione’s side.
“What happened?” Ron’s voice was soft, as if he already knew, but he needed her to say it.
Hermione met his eyes, the pain in her own reflected in his. “Ron, I lost the baby.” The words came out in a rush, but they felt like shards of glass, breaking her apart with every syllable. “I—I don’t know how to face this. How to face you. I wanted so much to give you this. I wanted to give you everything…”
Ron reached out, cupping her face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing away her tears. “Hermione,” he said, his voice filled with both sorrow and tenderness. “You didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not your fault. Please don’t think that.”
She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, feeling the overwhelming weight of the grief she had tried to bury for the past few days. “I just don’t know how to move forward, Ron. I don’t know how to face everyone. To tell them. To tell my parents, to tell your mum…”
Ron nodded, his voice steady, filled with the quiet strength that had always grounded her. “You don’t have to do anything until you’re ready, Hermione. We’ll do it together, when you’re ready. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone in this. We’ll face it together, every step.”
Hermione let out a breath, feeling a bit of the heaviness lift. It wasn’t going to be easy, but she wasn’t facing it alone. Ron and Ginny were here, and though the grief was still sharp, the quiet support around her made the pain more bearable.
Ginny gave her a soft smile, gently touching her shoulder. “You’ve got us, Hermione. You’ve always had us.”
The door opened once again, and this time, Harry stepped into the room, his face serious but kind. He had been waiting for his moment, for the right time to step in without crowding them. But when he saw the vulnerability in Hermione’s eyes, he moved forward with purpose.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry said, his voice thick with emotion as he sat beside her. He didn’t need to say anything else. They all understood. They were all hurting, in their own way. But Hermione could see the compassion in their eyes, the unwavering support they offered her.
“I don’t know what to say,” Hermione whispered, a sob breaking through her words.
Harry’s hand gently covered hers. “You don’t need to say anything. We’re here. We’ll be here when you’re ready to talk, when you’re ready to heal.”
Ron nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Just know we love you. We’re not going anywhere. We’ll take it one step at a time.”
Hermione looked between her three closest friends, feeling a quiet surge of gratitude. They were her family. They were her support, her strength. And as much as she ached, as much as the loss would remain in her heart, she knew that with them by her side, she could get through this.
It wouldn’t be easy, and the pain would last longer than she expected, but she didn’t have to carry it alone. They would help her face each day, one step at a time.
And when she was ready, when she could finally breathe again, they would be there to help her begin anew.
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grimoiregradient · 10 months ago
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I'm in search of witches who are mothers/fathers who may be willing to talk with me about magical and practical advice. My brother is expecting a baby soon and I'm going to be an auncle. I'm the only witch in the family and feel it's my duty to protect them both in the way I'm capable of through magic.
If you're not a mother/father but just happen to know of some spells to aid during pregnancy, childbirth, and infancy, please send them my way!
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polyamwitchymom · 8 months ago
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A bit about me!
She/Her
27 years old
Kink positive [NOTE: while kink positive, I do not post kink or bdsm related topics on this blog.]
Side blogs:
SFW littles and tiny blog: @amberroseyrae
NS/FW kinky blog: @themadmagpiegoddess
Bisexual/Demisexual
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Polyamorous (currently polysaturated)— No, I do not want another partner, please do not ask.
I have my Nesting Partner 💕
My long distance partner 💕
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Am a mom of 2!
I practice witchcraft on and off, I don't subscribe to any one particular set of beliefs.
I grew up in the RLDS church (diet Mormonism) and no longer subscribe to that belief system or associate with that church.
Honestly, this place is just for me to scream into the void.
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fathersonholygore · 2 years ago
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Queered Witchery & Patriarchal Wounds in HUESERA: THE BONE WOMAN
Huesera: The Bone Woman (2023) Directed by Michelle Garza Cervera Screenplay by Cervera & Abia Castillo Starring Natalia Solián, Alfonso Dosal, Mayra Batalla, Mercedes Hernández, & Sonia Couoh. Drama / Horror ★★★★ (out of ★★★★★) Michelle Garza Cervera’s new film, Huesera: The Bone Woman, is a body horror tale about a soon-to-be mother who experiences terror beyond her wildest nightmares. Valeria…
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scientistservant · 3 months ago
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Thinking about the aphrodisiac elixir/potion, and wondering if it should be potent enough to allow pregnancy...
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opiumophelia · 5 months ago
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1st Trimester Breakfast 🥞🥓🍳 I’m hungry again just thinking about this day. 😩
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laurelwinchester · 1 year ago
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Weird question anon here! When Edie came to Dean in the last chapter and told him about Hazel's intentions with Laurel am I right that the implication is that Hazel is going to force Laurel to give birth to her??
well gosh i sure hope not! that sounds super scary for her and her loved ones. 🙃
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b-rainlet · 2 years ago
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Schloss Einstein was really out there, having that balls to the walls kinda plot
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lilianasgrimoire · 10 months ago
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Herb Correspondences - S-Z
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Sage - Used for self-purification and cleansing.  Helps grief and loss. Healing and protection also increase wisdom.   Element Air. 
Sandalwood - Burn during protection, healing, and exorcism spells.  Aids luck and success, meditation and divination. Raises a high spiritual vibration. Element Water. 
Skullcap - Aids in love, fidelity and peace.  Increases harmony. Element Water. 
Sea Salt - Use to cleanse crystals and tools.  For purification, grounding and protection.  Supports ritual work. Absorbs negativity and banishes evil.  Element Earth & Water.  
Sheep's Purse - Prosperity, protection and healing. Element Earth. 
Sheep Sorrel - Carry to protect against heart disease. Cleansing and increases luck.  Use in faery magic. Element Earth. 
St. John's Wort - Worn to prevent colds & fevers.  Induces prophetic and romantic dreams. Protects against hexes and black witchcraft.  Increases happiness. Use in Solar Magic. Element Fire. 
Star Anise - Consecration, purification, and happiness.  Use for curse breaking or increasing luck. Burn to increase psychic awareness.   Element Fire.  
Strawberry Leaf - Attracts success, good fortune, and favorable circumstances. Increases love and aids pregnancy. Element Water. 
Sunflower - Energy, protection, and power.  Aids wisdom and brings about wishes.  Use in fertility magic. Element Fire. 
Sweet Cicely - Use during rituals for the dead or dying.  It helps with divination and the contact of the spirit.  It is sacred to the Goddess’ of death. Element Earth. 
Sweetwood - See Cinnamon.   
Tansy - See Agrimony.  
Tarragon - Increases self-confidence.  Use in Dragon magic. Aids healing after abusive situations.   Element Fire. 
Tea Leaves - Use for courage or strength. In tea for increasing lust. Burn leaves to ensure future riches.  Element Air. 
Thistle - See Blessed Thistle.  
Thyme - Attracts loyalty, affection, and love. Increases good luck and psychic power.  Drink tea to aid sleep. Element Air.  
Valerian - Also called Graveyard dust. Aids sleep is calming and is a sedative.  Quietens emotions. Supports protection and love. Element Water. 
Vervain - Strengthen other herbs. Helps, peace, love and happiness.  Burn the leaves to attract wealth and keep your youth. Increases chastity also.  Element Water. 
Verbena - Psychic protection, peace and purification.  Healing and helps depression. Increases beauty and love.  Mind opening and clearing. Ideal use for exams. Element Earth.  
Violet - See Heart’s Ease.  
White Willow Bark - Use in lunar magic.  Reduces negativity and removes evil forces and hexes.  Used for healing spells. Element Water. 
Willow - Used for lunar magic, drawing or strengthening love, healing, and overcoming sadness.  Element Water. 
Witches Grass - Happiness, lust, love, and exorcism. Reverses hexes.  Element Earth.  
Wood Betony - Use for purification, protection, and the expulsion of evil spirits and nightmares.  Draws love in your direction. Element Fire. 
Woodruff - Victory, protection, and money.  Element Air. 
Wormwood - Used to remove anger, stop war, inhibit violent acts, and for protection. Use in clairvoyance, to summon spirits, or to enhance divinatory abilities. Element Earth. 
Yarrow - Healing, calming and increases love. Used in handfasting & weddings.  Increases psychic power and divination. Gives courage when needed. Element Air. 
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