#she can’t get pregnant so thinking they’ll have a science baby

[keep-it-classy-xxx]

Blake keeping himself busy on his day off then coming home to Serenity

[deanspinsterwitchs-readinglist]

So many thoughts! Let’s jump right in:

“Family fucks you up.” His words left you feeling deflated. Empty. Alone. Hell, it wasn’t like you were proposing to him or even telling him you wanted to be with him. Then why did it feel like a rejection?” Holy shit - if she gets pregnant, a) she has to rebuy all that crap Ben destroyed - jerk. b) if her kid is a supe in the modern world? How on earth would you hide it? Scientists would grab it, or the government…and c) with no Edna Mode to help clothe it - yeah, my brain went there - what would she do? They’ll leave when the spell is broken - I wouldn’t be sleeping either!

Then the next morning when Ben said “Then you deal with it.” sounded really ominous, until “I’m saying I’d do the right thing. I wouldn’t let you drown.” That shocked me, honestly - good for him, I’m shocked. But he’d really choose to stay - if he could? And can she stand being saddled with two children, because Ben’s not the most mature. Hopefully he’d step up, but…hoo boy.

Reader can’t catch a break, the hits just keep coming: “He’s gonna break your heart, and you’re too dumb to realise that.” Um, no she’s not - damn, Dean, rather insensitive - punch in the gut indeed! “Maybe…maybe…and It’s a crazy thought. Maybe you shouldn’t sleep beside Ben.” No shit, Sherlock - but not you either if you’re going to be a jerk about it! She was absolutely right to call them out on being mean to Ben. Granted, Beau is probably doing it out of best intentions, but Dean may be jealous. Yep, you went there, I think Ben called it. But, as a dyed-in-the-wool Dean girl, as mad as I am with him, he’d have been my choice to sleep with, and Beau second, but the straws chose. That being said, if she slept with each of them (in the interest of Science, of course) then she got pregnant, unless the baby had superpowers, they’d be no telling who’s it was. Might… ease her conscience. Yeah, that’s it, ease her conscience. We’ll go with that.

Hoo boy, what a chapter! I can’t wait to see where this goes next!

The Choice: Chapter Twelve

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau, Soldier Boy/Ben.

Warnings: Language, typical Soldier Boy behaviour, smidge of angst,

W/C: 1,623

You closed the bedroom door as quietly as you could. It clicked softly. Ben’s form shifted, duvet rustling.

“Where’d you go?”

His voice rasped, full of sleep.

“Restroom.”

He grunted.

You pulled one side of the sheets back and slipped into bed. Ben didn’t wait for you to get comfy. His heavy arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He slipped his hand under your pyjama top, seeking skin, fingers splaying across the side of your body. He nuzzled your hair, beard lightly scraping across your scalp, lips moving as he murmured by your ear.

“Preferred it before you changed.”

You felt his lips spread into a smile before kissing you and settling back down.

You didn’t reciprocate. Just laid there, facing the ceiling, a million thoughts running around in your head.

He had the potential to impregnate you. Possibly more than any other male on the damn planet. You sure as Hell weren’t dumb enough to think he wanted more. No, it was just a bit of fun. And for you? You were already attached but weren’t dumb enough to believe he’d fall for you.

“We forgot to use a condom.”

Ben hmmed into your hair.

“So?”

He didn’t care.

How could you explain it? The differences between you both. He wouldn’t understand.

“It’s kinda a big deal…”

Ben huffed. He had been happy. Content, even. Now, he was annoyed. And that was down to you.

“Didn’t hear you complainin’ bout it earlier.”

No. You hadn’t, had you.

“ ’sides, thought you wanted to get knocked up anyway.”

It wasn’t like that. Yeah, you wanted a baby. But you wanted more.

“I want a family.”

He scoffed.

“Family fucks you up.”

His words left you feeling deflated. Empty. Alone. Hell, it wasn’t like you were proposing to him or even telling him you wanted to be with him. Then why did it feel like a rejection? Did you want him? To be with him?

Don’t be absurd.

But he was right. Family did fuck you up. You could attest to that. Just look at the fraught relationship you had with your mother. But you wanted to be better. You wanted to create happy memories with a husband and a kid.

“Go to sleep, sweetcheeks.”

Yeah. You should. But the thought of getting pregnant occupied your mind.

Ben said he was on the way to Vought Tower when he suddenly appeared at your home. And in Walmart he’d already mentioned Homelander being his kid. Both Homelander and Ryan were born biologically as Supes, not injected like the rest. It meant that if you did get pregnant, the kid would be the first Supe to enter the real world.

Fear slammed into you, taking the breath from your chest. You’d be all alone, with no idea how to raise a child with powers. How would you explain it to authority figures? Would they take the child away? A child you’d so desperately wanted. Gone. And probably used as a weapon by the government. No, you’d have to keep the child a secret.

*

When you managed to sleep, dreams of Ben’s kid coming into his powers and destroying the house, the town, and you plagued you all night.

You jerked awake after a particularly nasty dream where Ben’s kid erupted in a ball of flames in your arms. Cold sweat covered you, strands of hair stuck to your forehead, and your mouth felt like you’d eaten cotton balls.

The warm, calloused hand on your breast pulled you from your reverie.

“You kick. Whatcha dreamin’ bout?”

Yeah, you’d woken up a few times that night. You didn’t answer him. Couldn’t. You were unsure what to tell him. Guilt settled in your chest as Ben nuzzled closer. He was feeling extremely touchy-feely after last night. But you weren’t. Because if you weren’t careful, he would end up between your legs again.

Regretfully, you pushed his hand off your breast. The cool morning air caused your skin to break out in goosebumps. You missed the warmth of his touch on your skin as you moved away.

He huffed. “What’s gotcha ass so wound up?”

“Just tired.” Was your monotone response.

It wasn’t a lie. You were tired. But dear God, you couldn’t cope with another one of those dreams.

“Was hopin’ for some mornin’ nookie.”

His fingers slipped over your thigh, seeking the apex.

“ ’m not in the mood.”

Ben shrugged and removed his hand. “Suit yaself.”

Behind you, the sheet rustled, and you felt the mattress lift.

“I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but I’ve been nothing but a gentleman.”

You turned, ready to remedy the situation. Ben stood gloriously naked, sporting a semi. He looked like a Greek god, sculpted to perfection.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m freaking out.”

Ben walked around the bed, moving to the built-in wardrobe.

“About what?”

You stayed silent for a beat. You stared down at your fingernails.

“What if I get pregnant?” It came out in a whisper.

Ben sighed. You looked back up and watched as he stepped into underwear, pulling them up his legs and tucking himself away.

“Then you deal with it.”

“I don’t know anything about raising a Supe.”

Ben turned to you, lifting an undershirt on.

”Who said you’d be on your own.”

Your brows furrowed, then. “You would stay if I did?”

“I’m saying I’d do the right thing. I wouldn’t let you drown.”

He kicked yesterday’s sweatpants back on and left you to ponder his words as he headed into the bathroom.

*

Downstairs, Beau and Dean were clucking away like hens in the kitchen. Your name cropped up on more than one occasion.

“You talking about me.”

Ben had decided to shower while in the bathroom, so instead of sitting there, you decided to grab a coffee and at least try to wake up.

Beau passed you a fresh steaming mug.

“Just natural concern is all.”

“You need to be careful—”

You eased yourself into a seat and held up a hand to Dean. You took your first sip of coffee and savoured the fresh taste. Fuck. There was no way you could go back to shitty instant. Dean had ruined you.

“Y/N.”

God. You didn’t want to hear it right now.

“Can I please have some peace for five minutes? Is that too hard to ask for?”

“He’s gonna break your heart, and you’re too dumb to realise that.”

You turned to him, mouth falling open, offended. And hurt. It felt like a punch to the gut.

“Woah, okay. Dean’s just looking out for you. We both are.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Ain’t no one calling you one, darlin’,” Beau reassured. “We were just discussing if Ben’s intentions were the same as yours.”

Intentions? What the Hell was this? Some kind of weird intervention?

You scrubbed a hand down your face. It was far too early to be doing this.

“I don’t know what last night was. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. I’m not stupid, okay. I know that it’s not anything to him. Just a bit of fun.”

Dean stood, leaning against a counter with his arms crossed over his chest. He quirked his brows at it being a bit of fun, and for some reason, you felt your neck and cheeks flame from embarrassment.

You gulped down some coffee, scalding your throat. Both Dean and Beau were quiet. Water dripped from the tap, and your stomach gurgled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

“Maybe…maybe…and It’s a crazy thought. Maybe you shouldn’t sleep beside Ben.”

You blinked in surprise. Excuse me? What? Had you heard that right?

“You picked straws. Ben pulled the shortest. You know that.”

“Yes. I know that. I’m just lookin’ out for ya. And I know Beau agrees with me.”

You looked from Dean to Beau. He opened his mouth, looked at Dean, and then back at you.

“We’re concerned, that’s all. He ain’t a good guy, and what Dean’s proposing is not a bad idea. We’re lookin’ out fer ya.”

You couldn’t believe it.

“Your noses ain’t so clean either. You thought it was funny to take the piss outta Ben in the store. And you’ve left him out of whatever bromance this has become. You guys are the mean guys here. At least Ben’s just being himself.”

You didn’t want to hear any more. You pushed back the chair and left the kitchen with your coffee mug before they could say something else.

You hoped Ben was out of the shower. Hell, at this point, you were thinking of getting back at them by indulging Ben with some morning nookie, as he put it. But you knew you’d just feel guilty after, and you didn’t want to use Ben to get back at Dean and Beau.

You stormed into your room and plonked your mug on the dresser. Ben stood in the middle of the room, drying himself, smirking and shaking his head.

“What?”

“He likes you. Why’d you think he’s ridin’ yer ass so hard? Sweetcheeks, he prolly heard me fucking you so hard. And d’ya wanna know something? I bet it turned him on something real good. Hearing your screams. I bet he jerked himself off. I would’ve.”

You blinked.

“Stop being so crude.”

You barged into the ensuite, leaving Ben to chuckle to himself.

But Ben had got to you. Images of Dean flashed inside your mind. Images of him sitting in bed, head leant back, eyes closed, with his hand wrapped around his cock, fist surging up and down. Heat washed down your body, along with the familiar prickling of arousal. And you wondered. Were they the same size?

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[dead-lesbians]

I’m talking about my Forzen headcannons!!

- Forzen can’t control his teleporting. He will simply get teleported somewhere at random. However, he usually can’t leave until he finishes something, like in a video game where you have to complete an objective before you can leave. And usually he doesn’t know what this is so he just has to fuck around and find out.

- Forzen is Dr Coomers son (shout out to that one post that brought this headcannon up, if I find it I will link back to it). However, neither of them know this. BUT both of them have more knowledge on each other than they should. One of coomers wife’s left him way before he man knew she was pregnant.

- butch lesbian. I am allowed to be self indulgent and headcannon him as a butch lesbian (he’s also gender apathetic and uses he/they/she/it pronouns)

- He’s shit at video games. Plays them. Is bad. Always blames the controller. Has broken many.

-Forzen was probably part of some fucked up Military experiments as a kid.

-It’s actually SUPER good with kids. Like it can get a crying baby to calm down within 5 minutes every time.

-she has a half brother, he’s called Jeremy and is like 10 years old. He’s a super smart nerd and is the reason Forzen hasn’t actually died by doing something extremely stupid. Forzen really cares for her brother, very protective of him.

- her relationship with the science team isn’t TOO bad, but they are all kinda waiting for Tommy to forgive her before anything, and Tommy does NOT like Forzen. At least for a while. Eventually they make up (and then they make out)

-they have quiet a few tattoos, most of which are not done professionally. When they eventually make up with the science team , they let them draw tattoos on their back. Benrey absolutely drew a penis to try annoy them but Forzen thought it was funny.

- Benrey and Forzen are exs. They broke up for a really stupid reason as well. They started dating, Benrey assumed Forzen was a gay dude and Forzen assumed Benrey was some weird lesbian. They assumed wrong. And only found out like a year into the relationship, they’d probably moved in together and everything. Now they are super sour about eachother.

-I think Forzen would actually get on well with Gordon.The two will stay up late talking, Forzen kinda has no filter and Gordon has gotten so sick of everyone’s shit that they are just super honest at this point and give eachother advice. It’s definitely a little gay too but only the rest of the science team actually realises this.

- I’ve said this already but sunkist and Forzen are BESTIES. Like Forzen probably apologised to Sunkist , and like he genuinely felt super bad and you could tell and so sunkist gives him and a chance and turns out they get on super well. Sunkist will go to his place and they’ll sit and watch irate gamer videos. Sunkist is also somehow better at video games at him. She always wins in Mario kart.

-Darnold and Forzen…their just gay man. I could make an entire post about these two’s relationship alone. Darnold probably tried to stop Forzen from taking sunkist, (it was very open about dognapping her) but Forzen just laughed, called them cute, and left.

- they love going to the gym me thinks.

- Sad ahead wuhoh. Forzen will sometimes not be able to sleep because of chronic pain. Turns out being in the military can kinda fuck up your body. It’s one of the few times she will cry. She probably sits up silently sobbing to herself, not only because everything hurts (and medicine that hasn’t been prescribed can only do so much) , but also because she knows her days of like, still being able to function normally with0 help is limited and she doesn’t wanna bother anyone by asking for help, but she kinda needs it.

(Implied suicidal thoughts in the next one btw)

-relating to the last one. When she finally DOES reach out for help, it’s probably Gordon she goes to first. Mainly because of the arm thing. She probably went to Gordon and went ‘yo bro can I ask for some advice’ and Gordon probably thought it was something kinda dumb but then she just starts opening up about these serious fucking issues with her body and how some nights it’s so painful that she wishes she could fall asleep and never wake up and Gordon’s just like ‘???? Wh??’ Because he did NOT expect that.

-has fat tits /hj

[potato-an0n]

Oddly specific Levihan pregnant hc I thought of as I deal with writers block and it’s really long 😅

- Hange found out she was 2 months pregnant after passing out at work and throwing up as she woke up.

- Ofc it was Moblit who woke her up and took her to the doctor.

- Moblit and Hange were both shocked and he basically forced her to leave early.

- Hange complied, but instead of going home, she went to Levi's tea shop because she wanted to tell him asap and she didn't want to be home alone.

- Levi was shocked but really happy and nervous. He felt a bit worried that he won't be good dad or if he's even ready to be a dad.

- Hange reassures him he'll be a great dad and that they'll do this together.

- Little do they know, Eren, Petra, Olou, Eld, Gunther and Mikasa (side note: Mikasa and Levi are distant cousins and she helps out from time to time bc she's bored and wants to spend time with Eren) were listening outside.

- When Hange opened the door, she found they were eaves dropping on them and they all started congratulating the two and asking them a million questions until Levi gave them an angry scowl and yelled at them to get back to work.

- Eren and Mikasa's friend group (who are Armin, Sasha, Connie, Jean, and Marco) came into the cafe (and are regulars) and when they heard Hange was pregnant, they were ecstatic and bombarded her with so many questions.

- Side note: whenever she's at the tea shop, she would help the kids out with their math and science homework, basically she's their personal tutor and second mom.

- Cute Levi side note: Sometimes Levi likes to watch Hange socializing with people bc she's so happy and giddy.

- As Hange goes through her pregnancy, she goes through morning sickness, cravings, mood swings, and sleeps ALOT.

- Levi being the caring husband he is, holds her hair up when she throws up (and forces her to brush her teeth), makes sure she doesn't go too overboard with her cravings, is patient through her mood swings and carries her to bed. He also talks to the doctor what foods she can and can't eat, and what vitamins she should take.

- Hange would crave twix, meat, potatoes and popcorn. She would sometimes drizzle chocolate syrup and sriracha sauce onto the popcorn, and yes it grosses Levi out.

- Levi would sometimes catch her snacking in the middle of the night and he would drag her back to bed.

- Ofc Hange's parents and Levi's mom is super happy for the two and excited they're having grandchildren.

- Levi and Hange met with Isabel and Farlan to tell them the news and Isabel was screaming with joy as she gave Hange a big hug, meanwhile Levi was telling Isabel to be careful with her as Farlan gave his congratulations.

- When they told Erwin, Mike, and Nanaba, Nanaba gave Hange a big hug as they were jumping up and down squealing with joy. Meanwhile, Mike and Erwin were giving their congratulations and teasing him that the kid is going to have his permanent scowl and grumpiness.

- Hange's pregnancy glow was really something else, like she looked so angelic, and Levi fell HARD! They had a really good made out session.

- Moblit would call Levi in the middle work when Hange is going through her mood swings.

- Once Hange's baby bump started getting visible (entering the 2nd trimester) Levi was 10x more protective of her than usual.

- Sometimes, Levi can go a bit overboard and Hange would reassure him that they're going to be fine and to calm down a bit.

- His hand is basically glued to her belly, especially at night.

- Their friends made bets on who the gender of the baby is. Erwin, Nanaba, Moblit and Farlan betted on girl, while Isabel, Nifa, Mike and Hange betted on boy. Levi didn't care, he loves their child either way.

- Levi opened the envelope to reveal the gender and was very surprised. They were having twins, a boy and a girl.

- The table was shocked and exploded with joy.

- Hange would go clothes shopping with Nanaba and Isabel.

- Sweatpants, men sized baggy t shirts, tank tops, yoga pants and basically any pants with belly bands.

- They also shopped for baby clothes and baby supplies.

- Levi got a bit emotional when he felt the babies kick for the first time. It was a sweet moment.

- Levi would talk to Hange's baby bump when he think she's asleep (a lot of the time, she wasn't ad heard everything, she teases him about it later, but thinks it's really sweet)

- Hange is a little bummed out that she has to take maternal leave, but that means more time for her to decorate the nursery.

- Erwin, Mike, and Nanaba helped them paint the room and moving the furniture.

- (Here's what I envision the nursery would look like except, the cribs are places like this)

- As she has gotten into 3rd trimester Hange felt she could barely move at all. Levi would have to help her up.

- One time Hange almost fell on him because she was heavier.

- To tease her, Levi would leave her on the couch or bed as Hange screams at him to come back and help her out. Because of her mood swings, she would start angry crying, angry bc he ditched her and sad bc she though he was gonna leave her there forever, so Levi would end up helping her up and comforting her.

- When Levi got home, Hange ran out of the bathroom telling him her water broke.

- Luckily the bags were already packed bc Levi had a feeling it can happen at any moment and babies were always born earlier than their due date (2-3 weeks early according to glamour's pregnancy in 2 min video).

- I think y'all can guess how labor went. Hange screaming her lungs out and cursing as she felt the contractions.

- Ofc Levi was at her side holding her hand, giving her water and trying his best to calm her down. Also, tolerating the pain he feels on his hand as Hange is squeezing the shit out of it.

- Once the babies were out, and are getting cleaned, Hange let out a big breath and collapsed against the hospital bed as Levi was telling her she did a great job, pulled her in a side hug and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

- The nurses handed their babies over to Levi and he felt a tear roll down his cheek as he held them.

- Hange let out a soft smile watching Levi holding the twins as she passes out.

Part two here

[nagitolovebug]

How did komahina co-parent at first? How was hajimes reaction to the twins? Did bebi like getting siblings

komahina's co-parenting at first was...definitely an Ordeal. not even because of bebi, but bc komahina is a mess. originally hajime was very insecure about his role in bebi's life, as he had very clearly asserted himself as a separate person from izuru and that he was going to live as hajime and not someone else- so wouldn't that make bebi Not his kid? sure, they're his genetically, but in theory.... that was the dilemma he dealt with. he'd already grown attached to them when he was caring for them while nagito was still in a coma and worries now that nagito has woken up, his job is done, and that nagito won't want him around bebi anymore. in turn, nagito is worried that bc hajime is asserting himself as separate from izuru that he doesn't see bebi as his kid and will not be interested in raising them, that bebi will lose their father and nagito will lose his once-husband (lurking somewhere in hajime's subconscious...) turned best friend. they live together right off the bat, sleeping in the same bed (bebi likes to be held by the 2 of them to fall asleep...but even when bebi sleeps in their own bed they didn't think to get separate bedrooms or anything...) and end up becoming very.....affectionate with one another despite their claims that they're purely platonic. they "platonically" hold hands, cuddle, kiss, kiss, and more...intimate things in the cover of night ;) nagito's convinced hajime is just "using him for stress relief" and he's only truly staying bc he'd feel guilty leaving bebi. hajime thinks they're together. this miscommunication is not truly cleared up until hajime proposes. other than that, they both love bebi very very much and spend all their time with bebi, doting on them, playing with them, caring for them.

as for hajime's reaction to the twins- that in itself was also an Ordeal! when nagito found out he was pregnant again, bebi was very sick and in the hospital, which was very hard on nagito as he blamed himself. and he had resigned himself to leaving bebi and hajime, thinking they'd be safer without him in their lives. hajime was an adult who was fully informed of the danger of nagito's luck and had izuru's luck to protect him ! but bebi couldn't consent to that. he did not want to risk hurting his child in any capacity. so he resigned himself to leaving...but the news of pregnancy only devastated him further. to think he'd ruin not only bebi and hajime's lives but the life of another baby (not knowing it was twins lol)....it was too much for him. the plan was to leave the island, suffer through the pregnancy by himself, and come back after the birth to drop their new baby off before disappearing forever.

trans male pregnancy under the cut

bc nagito's carrying twins, the toll on his body during this pregnancy is far worse than it was during despair. he becomes very weak and sickly, especially with the added stress and despair of trying to leave his 'best friend' and kid, his kid being in the hospital,,, he hasn't been taking care of himself. the night bebi returns from the hospital (fully recovered! ...but having finally fully lost their vision in their right eye), hajime catches nagito trying to leave. he'd collapsed on his way out, having gotten incredibly dizzy. he'd left nothing but a note on the nightstand reading, "Be back soon." hajime wakes up to an empty bed and almost (almost) panics, steadies his breaths to the small snores of a sleeping baby in a nearby crib. he finds nagito half unconscious on the beach slumped on a duffel bag. "nagito??? nagito???? nagito!!! oh, thank god" "h...inata-kun?" "yea, it's me, come on, let's get you-" and nagitos eyes clear up and he shoves hajime away. "nagito-?" "stay away from me!" "nagito, you're not in your right mind, let's go back to the cabin-" "...how did you find me." "well, I found your note, which scared me shitless- I had no idea where you were or what had happened to you and frankly, I'm pretty pissed about that, but that can wait until I know you're safe-" "I'm so sorry, hinata-kun, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry, hinata-kun, hinata-kun, hinata-kun-" "jeez, I said you can call me hajime... it's alright, relax, i'm not really mad. I was just worried." "you don't understand, you have to get away from me now-" "what are you even doing out here. what's with the bag" "hinata-kun." "....where were you going" "I hadn't decided yet" "why" "I-" "just bc you're in remission, you think you can just do whatever you want? what if something happened to you? goddamn it, you're not bullet proof, nagito! I know you're working on it, I know you're trying, but fuck you're so goddamn selfish! people care about you! I care about you! why can't you just understand that!" "i won't let myself hurt you!" "you're hurting me now!" "this will ruin your life, i will ruin your life-" "im your fucking....best friend, just tell me what's wrong, i can help you-" "nobody can help me, it's too late for me..." "goddamn it, nagito, please-!" and nagitos voice breaks when he whispers. "...i'm pregnant" ".......what" and nagito breaks into a quiet sob "I'm pregnant, hajime, and no one else on this island would dare defile themselves with me the way you have..." "are you serious?" "please don't make me say it again" and maybe if nagito weren't lost in a spiral of self deprecation and if his eyes weren't swimming with tears, he would've seen the nervous smile that broke out on hajime's face, the joy in his voice. "nagito, that's-!" "horrible? disgusting? i know I'm an abomination, hajime, maybe if my pathetic body functioned the way it was meant to-" "don't say that. don't you ever say that" "please just leave..." "you...you were pregnant with our kid and you were gonna leave??? what if you relapsed? what if you needed me?" hajime grabbed his face and forced nagito to look at him. "why are you doing this?" nagito laughed breathlessly, hysterically. "don't worry, hinata-kun, i would have brought them back! i simply didnt want to force you through the despair of having someone as putrid as me being pregnant, knowing that you've procreated with the lowest scum of the earth....surely it would ruin you. besides, i could never take your child from their father. nor would i subject them to my luck...will you let me go now, knowing your child will be alright" "they're your kid too" "for the sake of their sanity I'd rather keep that to myself" hajime steeled his expression, then grabbed Nagito's wrist. "we're going back to the cabin. we'll talk more in the morning." "Hinata-kun, let go of me." "nagito, let's go." "hinata, let go" "I'm not leaving you out here" nagito starts tearing up again and scratching frantically at his own skin. "please" "we're leaving." and hajime picks nagito up (he was

probably still too dizzy to walk anyway). but nagito starts screaming and thrashing and crying and weakly hitting hajime. "LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO, IM GONNA HURT YOU, IM GONNA KILL YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE-" and hajime starts silently crying too but he just holds on tighter and keeps walking. i think they get to the cabin and hajime sets him down on the bed and nagito starts punching hajimes chest (not hard) but hajime just grabs his wrists and holds them tight as nagito struggles and cries softly. "i ruined your life..me and this broken body of mine." "i...love you. you're not broken. I'm not leaving and neither are you." "i hate you..." "you're the best thing that ever happened to me." "I'll kill you..." "you won't." "why won't you just leave.." "why won't you stay." "..." "lets go to bed. we'll see mikan in the morning. get some rest." nagito is still scratching at his skin when hajime pulls him against his chest and forces nagito to lay down with him. "i love you" "im scared..." "i know" "im so sorry.." "i know. it's ok" "it's not" "as long as you're still with me, it is." "you're too kind to me.." "i love you." "how many times are you going to say that." "as many times as it takes for you to believe it." and the conversation pitters off as nagito silently sobs into hajime's chest until he passes out while Hajime rubs small circles into his back and presses kisses to his head. nagito wakes up with his eyes swollen face still tucked into Hajime's chest and he knows hajime's awake bc he can feel his chest vibrating with light hums and soft strokes to his hair. nagito looks up and licks his lips, eyes watering again when he sees hajime's patient gaze, his eyes crinkling in a worried smile, extenuating the eyebags and evident exhaustion. "hinata-kun, i'm so s-" "shhh. none of that. we're seeing mikan in a bit, i already called her. i'm sorry for not noticing what was going on. it must have been so hard dealing with this alone.." "you shouldn't have to deal with it.." "i want to. i love you. we're in this together. for as long as you'll have me. it's hard, it's really hard sometimes, because i hate seeing you like this..it makes me feel so helpless it reminds me of-- the. program. but it's worth it. for you, it's always worth it." "hinata..." "keep resting. don't strain yourself too much." "i love you...i love you..i love you ..." "i know." going to see mikan and mikan warns them that Yes nagito is in fact pregnant and the fact that he's just come off of chemo and is still in remission is gonna make the pregnancy tough on him physically and that he's gonna get about as sick as he was before but promises it's temporary and that she guarantees he'll see the baby to full term ("link that's medically incorrect" idc link does what he wants Hajime has a dude put in his head via lobotomy science is a liar sometimes) and hajime holds nagito's hand the entire time and presses a kiss to his cheek when he cries a little when mikan says the baby will be healthy and ok and survive and nagito turns to him and gives him a watery smile before laughing and crying joyously a little more and thats when hajime knows they'll be ok. they do talk more abt this whole thing, nagito's motives, bebi,,,,but that's like a 1k fic and this post is alr long enough 😅maybe i'll polish it and make it a fic. long story short, hajime's personally extremely happy that nagito's pregnant, but his worry over nagito's health as a whole, physical and mental kinda trumped that but past that- it's nothing but excitement! (they did not know they were having twins...so excitement and a surprise!) as for bebi, they were very happy to be getting a sibling! they love mimicking everyone they see by talking to their papa's tummy, touching it, generally babbling to komahina how they're gonna share their toys with the baby, will the baby play with them, can they share a room? they always want more love in their life !

[youralternantpersonality]

Surrender

Paul x Reader short story with the song “Surrender” by Natalie Taylor

Y/n = your name, Y/l/n = your last name, y/h/(t)(c) = your hair (type) (color),  y/e/c = your eye color

 ***

“You can’t hide from her forever Paul. It will consume you. You can’t stay away from her, no matter how hard you try.” Sam said to Paul in front of the whole pack. They all found out the infamous Paul Lahote just imprinted on a girl from Forks. Jake brought her and Bella by one day and Paul just happened to leave Billy’s when he saw her.

“Fuck you, Sam! Just watch. I won’t end up like you and stay trapped in something as sad as imprinting.” Paul argued back. Sam took no offense to it. He knew, just like everyone else, that Paul was going to cave, and they’ll be there to help him through it. So, no one stopped him when he ran and shifted towards the woods.

We let the waters rise We drifted to survive I needed you to stay But I let you drift away My love, where are you? My love, where are you?

Paul ended up at Y/n house in Forks. He wasn’t sure how he knew where she lived but while hiding, he saw her in the kitchen making food for herself and her family with her grandmother. He couldn’t help but watch the y/h/c y/h/t imprint of his laugh and help her grandmother. In his wolf form, he laughed to himself imagining him with them. It was something he craved since childhood. Never receiving that type of love and affection before made him wonder for a second if he’d receive the same thing if he gave in.

But it was only for a second. He shook the thought, growled, and backed away. It was almost like she knew someone was watching her, did she look out the window, unknowing to her, and looked at him straight in the eyes. She knew she was looking at something—it didn’t scare her—but she couldn’t tell what it was. She turned her attention back to her grandmother and put whatever it was in the back of her head. Paul took his chance to leave and go elsewhere. Anywhere away from her.

Whenever you’re ready (Whenever you’re ready) Whenever you’re ready (Whenever you’re ready) Can we, can we surrender Can we, can we surrender I surrender

Weeks had passed, Jacob had fully shifted and abandoned Bella and Y/n. At this point, Paul was out of control. He snapped at everything. If you looked at him too long, if you sneezed too hard if a cat meowed. He would snap. Sam had, had enough of his bullshit. He pulled him to the side to talk to him.

“Damnit Paul stop this shit! Just go to her! Talk to her! No one said you had to be more than friends.” That just pissed him off more. The thought of not being Y/n anything more than friends pissed him off. But being with you did too.

“Why? So, I can be some love-sick puppy?! Fuck that!” He spat.

“It's better than damn nearly killing everyone! Look around Paul! Look at what is the consequences of your action. Without her, you’re not yourself! We all can see it!” Sam looked defeated. “You’re better than this Paul. You said you want to work on your anger, watch what happens when you are near her. You’ll be better in an instant. I can guarantee you that.” He said softly to the hot-headed wolf.

“I’m not a child Sam.” He backed away, “so don’t fucking treat me like one. I can fix my temper on my own. Watch me!” Sam knew what he had to do at that moment when Paul ran. He couldn’t allow this to keep happening.

No one will win this time I just want you back I’m running to your side Flying my white flag, my white flag My love, where are you? My love, where are you?

“Thank you for doing this Y/n. You have no idea how much this will help the boys and their grades.” Y/n smiled at Emily.

“It’s no problem. I’m pretty good at history and English, and I know if Bella would have come, she’d help with the math and science.” You told her, driving in her car to her house. “although, I don’t think Jake would pay mind if she was there.” Y/n gave Emily a knowing look. You both laughed and continued talking along the way.

You were emptying your stuff when you heard Sam and who you knew was Paul. You didn’t see him much when you were in the area with Jake and Bella. But when you did, your heart would skip a beat. You didn’t know what it was about this man, but you could do nothing but think about him. It was the main reason you’d take trips up to the beach by yourself. You did it to get away but also to catch a glimpse of him. But every time you came by, he’d rush to leave. Which left you confused as to why you were tutoring the guys and not someone else.

“Sam, it wasn’t my fault that Embry ran into that tree-” Paul stopped mid-sentence at the sound of your laughter and your fragrance. Pomegranate Mango bath wash with a citrus perfume. Before he could react, Emily spoke.

“Paul! Did you push Embry into a tree, again?” Emily said, scowling at him playfully. Y/n just smiled at her and looked up at Paul. Eyes connecting, stomach flipping, and hearts skipping a beat. All issues and situations, anger and hostilities, sadness, and depression, washed away from him.

“Hey, Paul.” Y/n gave a slight wave and smile. It was then, that Paul surrendered to her. Imprint or not, he wanted her near. For now, and forevermore. He would protect her, even if it killed him.

Whenever you're ready (Whenever you're ready) Whenever you're ready (Whenever you're ready) Can we, can we, surrender Can we, can we, surrender I surrender Oh, I surrender

Paul thinks back on that day and is constantly thankful for what they did. Now he’s watching his beautiful wife rock their third child to sleep. Flora Rylie Lahote was a small little thing. She was a known daddies’ little girl. The only reason she was in Y/n arms was the sole purpose of feeding. Otherwise, she’d be in her father’s arms.

Y/n turns around to notice her husband watching her. She smiles at him and he walks up to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist kissing her softly on her forehead.

“Whatcha’ thinking about babe?” She asks softly, trying to not wake up baby Flora.

“Nothing. Just admiring my beautiful wife.” She smiles and rolls her eyes but says nothing.

“You know, we should try for baby number four,” Paul says, Y/n looks up at him and side-eyes him.

“How about no. I think a family of five will suffice.”

“But I thought you hated odd numbers.”

“I also hate olives, but I ain’t trying to eat them, now am I?”

“That doesn’t make any sense…. How did you correlate having a child to make an even number family, to olives?”

“Let’s not worry about that, shall we?” Flora starts to stir at the sound of people talking.

“Well, it looks like daddy is needed.”

“By who? You or Flora?” Saying with a cheeky smile.

“Highly inappropriate. But to answer, both.” Y/n says handing baby Flora over to Paul.

2 years later

“DAMNIT PAUL!” a choir of “oooh’s” echo through by everyone in Emily’s house from the front door.

“Daddy’s in trouble,” Flora says. Little Paul and Pax grab Flora to get out of their moms’ way. Knowing that their mother just might kill him.

“I didn’t do it, I swear!” The pack watching quietly on the side. Embry, coincidentally grabbing popcorn, watching the show of the year goes down.

“Oh, I’m about 100% sure you did.” In comes Y/n with something in her hand. She throws it at Paul’s head, and it bounces off his large head and onto the floor.

“Ouch!”

“Oh, shut up, that didn’t hurt! What will hurt is me castrating you!” All the guys grabbed themselves at the tone of her voice. You can see the girls in the background holding in their laughter.

“What’s cas-wanting?” Flora says.

“It’s where daddy is in trouble,” Leah says. Flora just laughs and Paul looks hurt at his daughter's betrayal.

“Just tell me what’s wrong babe.”

“Look at the damn evidence Paul Lahote.” Y/n says fuming. He reaches down to grab the object. Noticing instantly what it was and what as on it.

It was a pregnancy test…with two lines. She was pregnant. They were pregnant. He starts smiling looking up at her.

“Oh, don’t you DARE start smiling! We said no more!”

“Technically, you said no more, I said one more.” I choir of “fuck” and “dumbass” was heard throughout the room.

“You’re getting a vasectomy.”

“Ha! Paul’s getting neutered! OUCH! KIM! What was that for?”

“Keep it up, and you’re next.”

“Baby lets be reasonable about this. It’s the Universe saying we are great parents and we needed just one more kid.”

“After this, no more. I’m serious, I’ve already made an appointment for your vasectomy. End of discussion.”

“Come on babe!”

“What’s a vac-test-amy?” Oh, Flora… why must you be so cute?  

Masterlist

[eyitsroseau]

Across the World Part 2 (Dr. Xeno dad! x Reader) Dr. Stone fanfic | A mini-series

In which you found out you were pregnant pre-petrification to your long time boyfriend NASA scientist, Xeno. However, when you told him the news, he wanted nothing to do with it because his top priority is his research. Hurt, you decided to find refuge and start anew in the country you have always wanted to live in, Japan. Post-petrification and Senku announced they'll be traveling to America. As you have lived there before, they took you and your one-year-old daughter along. Now, thousands of years later, you'll find yourself face to face with the man who had hurt you the most across the world.

Part 1

Part 3

Xeno can never forget the first time he saw you- not that he ever wants to. He was late for a convention and the traffic isn't helping either. To his folly, he decided to reach the venue by walking. He is well aware that his body is not in its perfect condition and the sun's heat will make him eventually pass out.

And he did. That was not his proudest moment. He knows he can just call the program director and cover him for a while. But his intuition told him to go out. His intuitions are never wrong.

That's when he met you- him passed out and you- a nurse passing by. You immediately called for an ambulance and assessed your then patient. He's having a fever and you guessed that the heat precipitated his condition.

In the middle of your assessments, he briefly regained consciousness. He was sure then that he saw an angel.

Well, that angel turned out to be the nurse in charge of him. He was way too overjoyed but you on the other hand are pissed. His obvious flirting gets on your nerves and won't let you work in peace.

But as days go by, you are slowly getting used to his antics. It even saddened you when he is discharged. You thought you will never see him again.

Oh, how wrong you were. Because every day, he passes by the hospital to greet and bring you food. Efforts like this make a woman's heart melt.

And so, after five months of getting to know each other, the two of you officially became a couple. It was the happiest day of Xeno's life.

9 months into your relationship, you both decided to move in together. There, you learned a lot about each other- all the good and the bad. Your relationship was not perfect. You sometimes fight but neither of you let the day end without making up. After all, makeup sex is the best.

So when did everything changed? Xeno knows the truth, of course. He was stressed and overworked. Multiple projects have been forced on him and the pressure is starting to grip on him like vines.

It was not right to dump all his frustrations at you but he can't help it. There are nights when he can't go home as he is still completing his formulas. Add to that, he feels everything is irritating.

So when, one day. When you told him the big news, he was just being honest. A baby? In the middle of all of this? He doesn't want it.

At first, that is.

He finds himself not concentrating at his work because he's distracted. A vision of you, him and your child would often pop in his mind. And to be honest, he loves it the more he thinks about it.

He suddenly became energized. He miraculously finished everything he needed to be done that day. There's a kick to his steps as he bounded with a hum along the way. His co-workers are a bit startled by the change in his attitude. Not a long while, he was snapping at everyone. But now, he even smiles and wishes them a nice weekend.

He even went to a flower shop to buy your favorite flowers. He ordered your favorite food in your favorite restaurant. He knows he had hurt you and he will surely make it up to you. He will tell you that he's with you and he can't wait to be a father.

But, he never did. The moment he stepped inside your shared apartment, he dropped those precious flowers. He instantly knew.

You are gone, taking along with you the visions of his future.

Xeno did not waste any time. He called his detective friend, Daisuke. And in a matter of seconds, he found out you are headed to Japan. Relief washed over him as he now knows you're safe. He will finish his works then he will come after you.

And again, he never did. There is a lot of troubleshooting that needs to be done because his assistants messed up a lot. Not only that, the government assigned him to study the stone phenomenon in sparrows.

When he arrived at a hypothesis, he gathered all the national leaders. He would get this done and over with so he can board on a plane and be with you when the petrification starts.

But it seems that luck is never on his side. The bright light appeared sooner than he thought. And right there and then, in the meeting with the leaders, he turned to stone.

He keeps his mind busy. Counting each second, days, weeks, months, and years. He would reminisce about your moments together. Sometimes, daydream about your family.

After one thousand years later, he knew that the world will never be the same again if mankind would be revived.

Two thousand years in, he starts strategizing what to do for him to start again if he breaks out of this stone.

Three thousand years later, he wills himself to wake up in the springtime so he can gather food and have the best rate of survival.

Finally, 3,700 years later, he is depetrified. He didn't waste time gathering resources for him to survive.

The universe might have pitied him from all the wrong timings he had in his life that they gifted him the precious power of platinum. With that, he was able to build his kingdom of science.

Now that he can create weapons, boats, and airplanes, he is ready to sail across the world to find you. He will not leave any stone unturned. Heck, he'll even dig the whole of Japan just to find you. Hopefully, he can also find his child.

He's sure that his child would be over a year old by the time the world has been petrified. He can't wait to be finally reunited with you. He will do what it takes to make it up to you even if it's thousands of years too late. He loves you and the child he never met more than anything.

And again, luck has never been on his side because Senku's troops stopped him from setting sail that day. He can't leave his Kingdom in this state. After all, this is where his family will live someday. He has to protect this home first.

But alas, the universe is a conniving bastard. He didn't expect to meet you, 3,700 years later in a yacht and in Senku's team.

He has been speechless the moment he gazed on the white-haired little girl in your arms.

It was a little girl, huh? His... daughter.

He felt tears prick his eyes upon seeing the child that is a result of your love for each other.

"I guess you never want me."

It hurts every single cell in his body upon hearing his daughter say that. He was left standing there, seeing his family leave again. For so many years, he had practiced what to say and do the moment he'll find you. But, all words had left him

He was about to follow you but his mentee stopped him.

"Leave them for a while. Xenka-chan's an intelligent girl but she's still a child. Let her be comforted by her mother," Senku advised his mentor.

Xeno sighed and knew that the boy is right. He might make the situation worse than it already is. He plopped right back on the sofa he's sitting on a while ago.

"Xenka, huh," he muttered.

"I know right? It seems that Y/N-san does really love you. She named her child after you," Senku grinned at him.

"Our child," he corrected the young scientist.

"Kukuku. Do you want information about them? I can give it to you plus, I'll help you win them over," of course, Senku has his villain face on while saying that.

Xeno knows that there's no helping it. After all, his and Senku's objective is the same- kind of. He will set aside everything just to find his way back into his family. Now that they're here, he will work his ass for you and Xenka's forgiveness.

"What's your condition?" he finally asked and Senku looked like he won the jackpot.

"Ah, do you know that she's just one and a half years old but she correctly guessed the formula and ingredients to the revival fluid just by sniffing them. She even deduced its function. Man, your child is seriously a genius," Senku goes on and on.

On the other hand, Xeno has integrated everything his mentee told him. It appears that Xenka has taught herself language from her memories with her mother. Then, she went to learn all kinds of sciences from the books she happened to scan as a yet clueless baby.

His baby girl has kept her mind active for thousands of years that it didn't surprise him to know that she has depetrified herself first.

According to Senku, his daughter has been his little assistant. Supplying him with what she's learned over the years.

"To be honest, she's almost on my level and she's just almost two. Wait until she grows up a bit and I'm sure she'll be living in the lab. It irritates her how small her body is to do anything," the two men chuckled.

"Oh, I bet once she can grasp the flasks and beakers well, she's on to her experiments. She's surely my daughter," Xeno said with a smile on his face. He could never be more than proud.

"The only problem is how to approach them," he muttered, feeling down once again.

"Don't sweat the little details that much. Xenka will surely gravitate to your intelligence and you'll have her talking to you in no time. Now, it is Y/N that you should be thinking about," Senku rose from his seat, looking at the other scientist in his room. An evil grin forming on his sinful lips.

"Chrome, go get Xenka,"

The little squirt has a frown on her face after finding herself tied to a chair. She was dragged away from her mother after her afternoon nap and she doesn't want to spend it with the man who had abandoned them.

"Listen here, Xenka-chan. I've strucked a deal with your father so you have to listen to him," Senku said patting the girl's head.

She looked the other way and pouted, "how can you sell me like that, oniisan?"

Senku chuckled at this, "it's not like you know everything, now don't you? But don't worry we didn't plan to force you to listen to him,"

Xenka rolled her eyes, "I'm tied to a chair. If this isn't using force then I don't what is," she deadpanned.

Xeno can't help but smile. Surely enough, his daughter inherited his intelligence but also her mother's stubbornness.

"Oh, you'll want to talk to him after this," Senku mischievously grinned at his 'little sister'. He knows exactly how to get the interest of this child.

"Oi, my dear mentor, are you ready to calculate and pinpoint where exactly the petrification beam started?"

That piqued the interest of the little girl.

After two hours of theorizing and calculating, the two had determined the exact location of what they're looking for. The two scientists stared at each other in silence before grinning and high fived each other.

In the small corner of the room, Xenka has her eyes widened, sparkling bright stars littered in her black depths.

"That- that was. I never heard anything like it," she breathed still in a daze after witnessing a thorough and scientific conversation like that. It made her heart beat fast and her curiosity about her father broadens.

"How is it Xenka?" Xeno courageously asked his child. Noting that this is the first time he's ever interacting with her.

Xenka hesitates. She doesn't want to talk to him because before he had hurt her, he hurt her precious mama first. However, her oniisan said that she doesn't know the entirety of the story. With her trust in her oniisan, she decided to give her father the benefit of the doubt.

The little girl looked to the side with a frown and a pout, "I guess you're not that b-bad," she says, a small blush already taking her cheeks.

This filled Xeno's heart with warmth and hope. He feels giddy and wants to empress her daughter more.

"Do you want to discuss aerodynamics with me?" Xeno asked.

The girl's head immediately snapped to his, eyes bright like a sparkling diamond, "let's start with Newton's third law of motion,"

The afternoon dragged on with the father and daughter droning on and on about rocket science.

It was already dinner time and you had not seen even the shadow of Xenka. She was dragged earlier by Chrome to see Senku and you knew that it has something to do with her father.

You sighed, you know your daughter well. If Xeno runs his mouth about anything related to Science then your daughter is done for. She's a sucker for intelligent people and there's no way she'll pass up the opportunity of talking to her dad.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you heard little giggles coming your way. There, in the hallway, you are faced with Xeno holding your daughter in his arms. Just like what you had imagined for a long time. It pains you and yet it flutters happiness in your heart. This is like a dream.

"Mama!"

Xeno's eyes snapped on you when he heard his daughter call you. You, on the other hand, felt overly conscious under his scrutinizing gaze. He noted how you have become even more beautiful since the last time he had seen you.

"Xenka, dinner's ready. You have to eat. Come here to mama," you coaxed your child, wanting to go away far from the man.

"No, mama! I want to be with papa! There's still a lot of stories I want to hear." You sighed. She already calls him papa, huh? That was quick.

"Mama, it's alright now. Papa explained to me already. He said he didn't want me at first but he changed his mind. He even went and bought you flowers and your favorite food so he can ask for your forgiveness and makeup with you that day. But mama, you had already left," you are taken aback by what your daughter stated.

You don't know what to feel or say.

"Well, he can just message me or approach me. Why didn't he?" You spat, feeling the bitterness rise again.

Your daughter scoffed at you, "mama, papa has like twenty projects at that time. As a scientist, I can understand why he has not contacted you though it kinda hurts but still. I know that he loves us and wants to be with us, mama," your daughter asked her father to be put down.

She went to you and hugged your knee, "Mama, I know we can't change what happened and I'm not invalidating how you feel. But, we have been through so much and even then, the three of us woke up in the same era and we even reunited. Aren't our family lucky to have found each other? Please think about it, mama. I know you have forgiven him a long time ago and you still love him," you are amazed at how you're precious daughter had spoken as if she's already older than you. Well, truly she is way too mature for her age of one year.

Xeno, on the other hand, can't believe how his daughter can sprout out those words. He feels so proud and yet at the same time he had hoped he had seen his little girl when she was still a blubbering mess. But, well, this is who Xenka is now, and he won, 't have it any other way.

"I'll leave the two of you alone to talk, mama and papa," the girl said after tapping gently her mother's leg. She then went on her way to Francois but then, she turned back to her dumbstruck parents.

"Oh, and I want a little brother," she said before skipping away.

That left the two a blushing mess. Gosh, can their daughter not? But even then, Xeno knows this is his chance to redeem himself.

"Y/N," he muttered. You notice how good your name rolls in his tongue.

"Was it true? Everything she said?" You asked. Clenching your hands from nervousness.

"It is. I'm sorry y/n. The last words I told you had tortured me for thousands of years. I had hurt you truly and that hurt me badly too. Not having you beside me is like living in hell. I'm sorry it took me a few hours to accept our child. And within those hours, it had cost you and our child," his voice broke down in the end as tears started to fall down his face.

It is a shock to you. Never, you had never seen him cry. You had never seen him this weak and lonely. You realized that you are not the only one who has been affected by the separation as you watched the broken man presenting you his crumbled pieces.

Your heart clenched. Was your love too shallow to have not trusted him back then? Had you just let him cool off for a bit, he had gone home to a warm apartment. You understood that he was pressured too much at that time and you left blinded by the hurt.

Looking back now, you realized you just wanted to get his attention. So you left, in hopes, he'll come running after you. But he never did, and it made you resent him more. You didn't even think for a second how he may have felt. He was tied down by his projects and you knew that if only he was free, he'll come running to you. Humanity relied on his projects and a single error can cost lots of lives. You knew this but still, you only trusted your selfishness.

"Xeno, I-" you can't take it anymore. You cried your heart out and he immediately embraced you.

"I'm sorry, Xeno. I'm sorry. I have been selfish and truly I am sorry," you added between sobs.

You felt Xeno shake his head, "it's understandable y/n. I was also wrong. It's okay now," he continues to console you, rubbing your back.

"Well, I know a lot has changed but why don't we start over again, yeah?" He whispers.

You pulled away from him to look him in the eyes, "how?"

He thought for a few seconds before grinning, the one that has always make your heart leap.

"I own this yacht and there's a little room downstairs. Maybe we can start with our daughter's request," he proposed naughtily.

You only smacked him in the head which made him chuckle.

"Oh my god Xeno, that's horrible! Where?" This time, it is you who had a smirk in the face. Xeno did not expect you to play along but this fired him up.

"Let's have twins this time," he said before pulling you somewhere.

In the distance, the crew of eavesdroppers finally sighed as they watched the reunited couple leave.

"That was quick," Ryusui commented.

"They're not teenagers anymore, you know," Senku replied and carried a smiling Xenka.

"They had like thousands of years to think over what happened so why wait now? It's so obvious they love each other, it makes me want to barf," the little girl muttered.

"Kukuku. I bet you are the happiest of all Xenka-chan," the leek-y scientist grinned.

"Your right, oniisan. My family is now complete and we may have another member in a few months," she said exuding the happiness she truly felt inside her heart.

"Alright, everyone, the food is already done!"

With that, the crew followed Francois never minding the distant moans and groans coming from below.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request: You celebrate the kids’ birthdays. 

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Anon request, Anon ask, BTS x you, Husband AU, Father AU, BTS Kids, Seokjin x you, Seokjin x reader, Yoongi x you, Yoongi x reader, Hoseok x you, Hoseok x reader, Namjoon x reader, Namjoon x you, Jimin x reader, Jimin x you, Taehyung x reader, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x reader, Jungkook x you, Fluff

Genre: FLUFF

Title: A Day to Celebrate

KIM SEOKJIN

You watch Mishil eagerly rip into the wrapping paper surrounding the present, smiling to yourself as she unveils the phone inside with a shriek of glee. 

“No way! A cellphone?” The now ten year old asks, as she glances between you and her father with wide eyes, scarcely believing this is real. 

“Yup.” Jin replies, nodding, his eyes twinkling with his daughter’s happiness, as he leans forward to point out the features of her new phone. “Mom and I thought you were old enough now to have your own.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Mishil bursts to her feet and flings her arms around Jin, before she races across the room to give you a tight hug as well. “You guys are the best parents ever!” 

“Come on, dummy. You still have presents to open.” Hyo speaks up, waving another wrapped parcel in her sister’s direction, though her insult holds less seriousness than usual. 

Mishil leaves your side to return to sitting cross legged on the floor, reaching for the next box as she begins to guess excitedly what it could be. 

You push yourself up from the sunken cushions of the armchair with difficulty, a hand going to support your huge pregnant belly, as you quietly exit the living room, no one noticing, as you sneak into the kitchen to begin to prepare the candles on the cake you had made earlier that day. 

Digging around in the drawer beneath the kitchen sink, you feel a sharp, lightning like pain spread across your abdomen, tightening the muscles only briefly enough to make you gasp softly, before it is gone once more. 

Telling yourself it’s just the restless, large baby inside of you kicking your ribs once more, you continue your search for the missing lighter, finally pulling it triumphantly from the drawer as you straighten. 

Another pain, this time radiating downward, makes you lose your breath again, and you lean against the counter briefly for support, breathing in and out, before it recedes like the first. 

Determined not to pay the pains any mind, and definitely determined not to think about what they might mean, you steady yourself and, with a shaking hand, reach out to begin lighting the ten, colorful candles sticking upward from the chocolate birthday cake. 

“Ow. Shit!” You swear with the next cramp, leaning heavily against the counter, dropping the lighter as you push your hands over the hardened muscles of your belly.

This pain wasn’t like the others. It came more quickly, and it was much more agonizing. 

And then, you swear once more, as wetness suddenly cascades down over your bare feet, hitting the tile floor of the kitchen with a subdued splash. 

“Dammit.” 

You breathe through the next pain, which follows the other so closely, that by the time it disappears, you’re hot and sweaty and breathing harder than before. 

You steady yourself against the counter, careful not to slip in the puddle of liquid that has gathered at your feet, and trying to ignore the feeling of said moisture trickling slowly down your leg, you call out carefully, “Jin?” 

It takes your husband only a moment before he appears in the doorway of the kitchen, Mishil and Hyo close behind him, peering over his shoulder as he greets you with a grin and a, “Is the cake ready, jagi? Did you need something?” 

The large smile drops off his face though, as you double over with another contraction, and Jin is rushing to your side, looking down in shock and surprise as his socks begin to soak up the liquid covering the floor. 

“It’s happening, huh?” He glances over at you as he takes your arm, allowing you to lean on him as you nod, before you glance over at the startled faces of your two older daughters. 

“Mish, how do you feel about sharing a birthday?” You ask with a slightly breathless laugh, as you try to breathe through the mounting of the next contraction. “Because I think you’re about to become a big sister.” 

MIN YOONGI

“Ouch, dammit!” 

You peek your head into the living room as you hear your husband’s angry outburst, hiding a grin as you see him straightening up from beneath the coffee table, rubbing his head as his mutters some more curse words under his breath. 

“How’s it going in here?” You tease, stepping more fully into the room, as you look around at the pink and purple balloons filling the living space, hung from every spare inch of ceiling, the edges of the sofa, the TV, and now the coffee table, which Yoongi had obviously just finished. 

“Yeah, Yeah.” He grumbles, standing up as he reaches for the empty balloon package wrapping, shooting you a good natured glare as he glances around at his handiwork from the morning. “It looks like pink and purple threw up all over the apartment. But that’s what you wanted right?” 

“It’s perfect.” You grin, leaning over to press a brief kiss to his lips as he passes you to enter the kitchen, just as Jag-Eun comes running into the room. 

“Mommy, mommy!” The soon to be four year old cries, coming to a halt before you, as she twirls slowly in a circle, hands holding out the folds of her dress for you to admire. “Look at my beautiful princess dress!” 

“You look just like a princess!” You exclaim, kneeling down in front of her to straighten the tiara that sits atop her dark hair, which you had carefully curled into ringlets about an hour earlier. “The prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.” 

Yoongi comes back into the living room, stopping behind you as you stand once more, his arms going around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder, as he teasingly looks over the head of his daughter, saying curiously, “Baby, have you seen mini? I’ve been looking everywhere for her, but I can’t seem to find her!” 

“I’m right here, daddy.” Jag-Eun giggles at her father’s joke, dancing from one foot to the other, her sparkly plastic high heels clicking on the floor. “Right in front of you!” 

“No, you’re not my mini!” Yoongi exclaims with fake shock, stepping around you to crouch in front of Jag-Eun, as he reaches out to finger the shiny material of her dress. “You’re a princess! And much too big to be Jag-Eun!” 

Jag-Eun giggles again, her laughter increasing as her father gives up the charade and leans over to tickle her sides, before sweeping her to him and planting a large kiss on the top of her head, to which she struggles from his grip and fixes her tiara. 

“All right. Come on you two.” You say, grinning, as you glance over at the clock. “Grandma and Grandpa will be here soon, and we need to make sure everything’s ready for the special princess party.” 

Jag-Eun, holding Yoongi’s hand, follows you into the kitchen, and you hide your smile, as you hear her ask her father quizzically, “Daddy, do you think grandpa and grandma will know it’s me? I don’t want them to think I’m not mini and give my presents to someone else!” 

Yoongi laughs. “They’ll know it’s you, princess. Your presents are safe. Trust me.” 

JUNG HOSEOK

“Okay, okay.” You wave your hands, trying to settle down the overly excited twins, as they run around the living room, yelling and chasing each other, while jumping on the couches. “Sit down, boys.” 

It takes a moment for the boys to hear you, but when they see their father emerge from the hallway, arms loaded with wrapped presents, they sit down immediately, Kyong jostling Korain, who hits his brother with a pillow, before they decide on their spots. 

“All right.” You sit cross legged on the floor in front of them, as Hobi sits beside you, letting the armful of presents topple to a stack of brightly colored wrapping paper before the two of you and the eager twins. You point to one of the presents. “Now, Ky, your presents are wrapped in trains, okay? And Ko,” You point to another present. “Yours are wrapped in dinosaurs. Got it?” 

Your sons nod, fidgeting in their seats, eager to get their hands on their presents, and you nod at Hobi, you leans forward, placing two of the appropriate parcels into their laps. 

Kyong instantly tears into his, holding up the toy airplane and helicopter set for his brother to see, as he exclaims excitedly, “Yes! Now we can play rescue in the mountains!” 

Korain ogles the plastic set with his brother for a moment, before he opens his own gift, yelling as he finishes tearing the wrapping paper off, holding the gift aloft for all to see with bright eyes, “A science kit! It even has exploding volcanoes and test tubes!” 

“Two opened, and they’re both hits.” Hobi says quietly to you, his arm going around your waist, as he pulls you back to lean against him while you sit on the floor. “Good job, mom.” 

“Thanks, baby.” You say,  leaning your head back to grin up at him, and he winks down at you, before you press a quick kiss to the skin beneath his jaw. 

“Holy cow!” Kyong says, having opened another gift, showing the present to his brother once more excitedly. “Look, Ko, an electric train set with real tracks!” 

“And I got a set of realistic dinosaur models!” Korain responds in kind, waving his own present in his brother’s face. 

You watch as the twins reach for their last presents, chattering excitedly with one another about all the things they’ll do with their new toys, as they begin to unwrap the packages at the same time. 

“Oh.” Kyong looks disappointed, catching you by surprise, as he reaches the last present. “Marbles.” 

“I have comics.” Korain, sounding equally despondent about his last gift, eyes his brother. 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Hobi speaks up before you can say anything, glancing between his sons curiously. “I thought you loved those things.” 

“I’m not into marbles anymore, dad.” Kyong explains with a deep sigh. 

“And I don’t read comics anymore either.” Korain adds. 

“Okay, well....” You start to say, glancing back at Hobi, as he shrugs slightly, at a loss. 

“But.” Kyong takes the comics from the lap of his brother, a smile emerging on his face once more. “I’m totally into comics now.” 

“Yeah! And I love marbles.” Korain pipes up, taking the bag from his brother’s hand. 

As they start to open their new gifts, Hobi lets out a sigh of relief, and asks jokingly, “Well, crisis averted.” 

You roll your eyes. “I guess so.” You nudge him playfully. “I can’t wait to see what we get wrong at the next birthday.” 

KIM NAMJOON

“Okay, Hana, look over here, baby girl!” Namjoon calls out, snapping his fingers as he looks through his camera lens, trying to get his daughter’s attention, which is focused solely on the birthday cake now in front of her. 

The newly turned one year old, giggles, not looking at her pleading father, as she lifts a chubby hand and digs into the top of the cake, thick frosting oozing between her fingers as she laughs and says happily, “Yummy!” 

Namjoon snaps some pictures of Hana playing with the smash cake on the tray of her high chair, before he sighs and placing down the camera, comes to stand beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders as he kisses the top of your head and pulls you close. “Can you believe she’s one?” 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You say, shooting him a dramatic look, before you glance back to the baby, who is now licking icing off of her fingers, smearing it all over her cheeks and dark, thick hair in the process, the crevices of her dimples filled with the sweet, sticky substance. “She’s growing up too fast.” 

“Mom.” 

Your attention is pulled away from Hana, as Moon-soo, who is sitting at the kitchen table, swinging his legs, cheek propped on his hand, watching his sister, calls out to you. 

“Yes, Moonie.” You ask, slipping out from underneath your husband’s arm, to cross the room and sit beside the suddenly despondent four year old little boy. “What’s up?” 

He glances once more at his sister, who Namjoon is now desperately trying to clean up a bit, and then down at the cake sitting in front of him neatly on a plate. “Why does Hana get to play with her food and I don’t?” 

You smile, reaching out to ruffle his dark hair, his dimples sinking into his cheeks as he purses his lips in seriousness, so much like his father. “It’s Hana’s birthday, Moonie. Daddy and I let you do this for your first birthday too.” 

“But I want to do it now.” Moon-soo pouts, sulkily staring down at his plate and fork, which he flicks away with his finger. “It’s more fun that way.” 

You sigh, thinking for a moment, before you say, leaning over to whisper to him, “You know what? You’re right. It is more fun.” You pick up his piece of cake as he looks over at you in surprise, and you motion for him to follow you into the kitchen quietly, where Namjoon is now at the sink, wetting a rag in preparation to clean up the birthday girl. 

“Joonie?” You ask innocently, cake still held in your hands. 

“Yeah, baby, what’s up?” He turns around, clearly expecting you to need something, and that’s when you smash the piece of cake into his face. 

He looks at you with complete and utter shock, icing and cake dripping down his cheekbones and jaw and onto his shirt, and you laugh, you can’t help it, as Moon-soo breaks into peals of glee beside you at the state of his father. 

“What in the...” Namjoon sputters, reaching up to wipe a particularly large glob of frosting from his cheek. 

“Moonie thinks the birthday party will be more fun if Hana isn’t the only one who got to wear her cake.” You grin, and Moon-soo nods from beside you. 

Namjoon gets a devious look in his eye as he reaches across the counter for his own slice of cake. “Oh really? Then I guess it’s your turn next.” 

Moon-soo yells and you squeal, as you both run, laughing, from the kitchen, Namjoon, carrying the slice of cake, hot on your heels. 

PARK JIMIN

“Yun Hee, honey, no.” You scold lightly, rushing over to take the present out of your daughter’s hands just before she tears into the brightly colored paper. “Those are Eun-Ha’s presents.” 

“But me too!” Yun Hee whines, reaching back out for the present, a deep scowl on her little face that makes you laugh, as you hand the offending present to her father, who sits on the floor, Eun-Ha contentedly resting in his lap as she chews on the new toy she had received moments ago. 

“Yun Hee, come here.” You sit down beside Jimin, who is trying to entice your one year old daughter to take interest in the newly presented present, and pat your lap for your older daughter to come and sit with you. When she does, you smooth back her black bangs, as you kiss her forehead and say, “I know it’s hard when it’s someone else’s birthday, baby girl.” 

“You know what?” Jimin glances over at the two of you, offering Yun Hee a soft smile, as he hands her the present she had just given up moments before, the baby not interested in the slightest, as she shoves her toy once again into her mouth. “I bet you could help Eun-Ha open this, Yunnie. She’s not too interested. She’s still little.” 

Yun Hee snatches the gift from her father’s hands and tears into the wrapping paper, smiling brightly as she pulls out another toy, this one in the soft, shape of a dog, for her baby sister. 

“Look, Eunnie!” Yun Hee says excitedly, scooting off your lap to wave the brightly colored fabric toy in front of Eun-Ha’s face. “It’s a puppy! Puppy! For you!” 

Eun-Ha focuses on the toy, eyes large and bright, and drops the other toy she had been holding to reach out for the new toy her sister was offering her, babbling excitedly as she squeals, “Puppy!” 

“She likes it, dad!” Yun Hee says with happiness, as Eun-Ha pops the new toy into her mouth, chewing contentedly once more. 

“She loves it.” Jimin nods, shooting you a smile over the toddler’s head, which you return, before he motions to the next present. “How about we open another for her? I’m sure she won’t mind.” 

Yun Hee crawls over the pile of presents, digging through for one that interests her. 

You take the moments to slide over next to Jimin, leaning your head on his shoulder, as you reach out to run a hand over the baby’s dark curls covering her perfectly round head. 

“You’re a really good dad, you know that, Chim?” You ask softly, as you watch Yun Hee dig for presents and Eun Ha chew on her toy with soft, fond eyes. “A really good girl dad.” 

“I do know that.” Jimin remarks, as he places a kiss on the crown of your head, rings glinting as his fingers play with the baby’s tinier hands. “But only because you tell me.” 

“This one, this one!” Yun Hee appears once more, waving a large box excitedly, as she sits down beside the two of you, and Jimin reaches out to squeeze your hand, as you watch the toddler begin to open the present, the baby laughing at her sister’s motions. 

KIM TAEHYUNG

“This is weird.” You say quietly, as you speak over the sounds of the TV, a movie humming softly away in the background. 

“What is?” Taehyung asks with a yawn, glancing over at you, eyes dark in the dimmed lighting of the living room. 

“You know.” You shrug, snuggling into his side, as he adjusts the arm he has slung around your shoulders, pulling your feet up beneath your body to warm them beneath the soft material of your pajamas. “Ara not wanting to celebrate her birthday with us this year.” 

“Oh. That.” Your husband nods against the top of your head, chest heaving upward with a sigh. “You know how kids are, jagi. They get to be teenagers and they’d rather do things with their friends than their parents.” 

“I know.” You sigh in return, glaning at the clock, suddenly noting that curfew is approaching, and you reach for your phone. 

Before you can text your daughter though, you hear the sound of a key in the lock, and glancing up as Ara enters the living room, slinging her back onto the kitchen table, you say in greeting, “Hey, honey. How was the night?” 

Your daughter shrugs. “It was fine.” 

Taehyung reaches for the remote control, and pausing your movie, he glances over your head to Ara, who is now kicking off her shoes beside the door and heading to the fridge for something to snack on. “Just fine? It’s your birthday, girl, come on. You can do better than that!” 

“Dad.” Ara rolls her eyes, coming to sit on the arm of the couch, as she pops open a soda. “It was fun okay?” 

“That’s good.” you reply, before shooting Taehyung a look, to which he grins and shrugs. “Anyway.” You reach around your husband to the coffee table, before handing Ara a neatly wrapped, small square package. “Happy birthday, sweetie.” 

Ara sends you a curious glance, before setting down her drink and carefully opening the present. 

“Wow, mom. Dad.” She looks between the two of you after opening the box inside, and delicately reaches in to pull out the dangling, silver necklace, the charms of her initials, birthstone, and star sign glinting in the light from the lamp. “This is beautiful, and just the one I wanted. Thank you, guys.” 

“You’re welcome.” You nod, reaching out blindly to squeeze Taehyung’s hand. 

“I wanted to get you a barbie set like when you were younger, but your mom said no, and that you were too old for it.” Taehyung jokes, grinning at Ara, as she pauses in fastening the necklace around her throat and gives him another exasperated look. 

“Well, thank you.” She says once again, standing from her place on the couch and picking up her drink. “I’m going to go to bed.” She heads toward the hallway, but pauses, looking back at the two of you. “I love you.” 

“We love you too, honey.” You say, giving her a little wave, and trying not to show how deeply emotional her words made you. “Happy Birthday.” 

KIM TAEHYUNG

You enter the living room, and sitting down on the couch, you can’t help the smile that crosses your face at the scene before you. 

Jungkook is laying on his stomach on the floor, helping Daeseok figure out his new car and ramp set, which the four year old had gotten for his birthday earlier that day. 

“Vroom vroom!” Jungkook mimics the sound of a race car, as Daeseok watches in fascination, as his father drives the car up the tall ramp, and then releases it at the pinnacle, the small car racing down the curves and twists of the track back to the bottom where it started. “See, Seokie? That race car was so fast!” 

“Wow, daddy! I want to try!” Daeseok reaches for a blue car sitting on the floor, coming to his knees to reach the top of the tall track as he drives his own car up the turns, making the same sounds his father had just moments before. “Vroom, vroom!” 

The car is released and goes flying down the track, hitting into Jungkook’s car at the bottom, and both boys cheer, as Jungkook holds his hand out for his son to high five. 

“Way to go, buddy! That was great!” He watches his son gather up another car, eyes sparkling with fondness, before he glances over his head to where you sit, flashing you a grin and a wink, before he turns back to Daeseok. “Did you have a good birthday?” 

“Yes, daddy!” Daeseok exclaims animatedly, as he pauses in his cars to point to the many new toys and presents strewed across the living room floor amongs bunches of discarded wrapping paper. “I got cars and a train and dinosaurs and cake!” 

You laugh. “Did you like opening your presents and eating cake, Seokie?” 

“Yes!” Your son turns his gaze on you, watching as you rub your hands on the baby bump that is just starting to appear. Suddenly, his face turns curious. “When will the baby have a birthday?” 

“Ah.” Jungkook sits up, reaching out to gather up some of the wrapping paper to throw away. “Not till they’re born, buddy.” 

“But that’s so long!” Daeseok complains, leaving his toy cars to come and sit beside you with a pout on his face. “What if the baby wants to eat cake now?” 

You chuckle, as Jungkook stands and makes his way into the kitchen to throw away the trash, reaching out to smooth Daeseok’s hair back from his forehead as he watches you expectantly. “It’s okay, Seokie. Mommy had some cake. And right now, the baby eats whatever mommy eats.” 

“But you eat broccoli.” Daeseok crinkles his nose up in disgust at the word. “What if the baby doesn’t like broccoli like me?” 

Jungkook reemerges, sinking down into the couch beside you, as he places an arm around your shoulders, leaning around you to see his son, as he says playfully, “It’s okay, buddy. I don’t think the baby minds what mommy eats right now.” 

Daeseok considers this, and you jump slightly, as said baby begins to move around furiously in your stomach suddenly, wiggling and feeling like an overexcited large goldfish. 

“Seokie.” You reach out, taking the boy’s hand and placing it flat, palm down, on the bulge of your stomach. “Can you feel that?” You wait, and when his eyes widen and he nods silently, you flash him a grin, reaching out with your free hand to squeeze Jungkook’s fingers. “The baby’s wishing you a happy birthday.” 

[dawninlatin]

Tell me a story

Part of the Manorian Teacher AU. This one takes place only months after “Online classes are the worst. 

Words: 2676

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A/N: It feels so good to write for this AU again, and this part might just be my favourite yet, so I hope you enjoy it<3 

Feel free to leave a comment or some constructive criticism or whatever;)

I also am aware that the timeline in this AU doesn't make sense, but it's summer and I have forgotten math, so we'll just ignore that:))

Peace&Love<3 -Dawninlatin

It was on a warm July evening that Manon Blackbeak declared to no one in particular that she was done being pregnant.

Only moments later, her asshole of a boyfriend decided to crush all her hopes and dreams by walking into their bedroom and saying, «You still have three months left, babe.»

Not deeming him worthy of a verbal response, Manon instead grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it across the room with full force, not that it was much these days. Gods, she was so tired.

The pillow didn’t even make it all the way to Dorian, instead it landed with a weak thump by his feet, and Manon let out a frustrated sigh as he made his way over to her, taking the pillow with him and placing it back with the many, many others.

Manon was nestled on their bed, amongst the horde of pillows, all of them meticulously placed to create the perfect position, the only way she could sleep with a two pound human being inhabiting her body.

«Don’t worry, those three months will be over before you know it,» Dorian tried to comfort, picking up a discarded t-shirt and pulling it over his bare chest. His inky black hair was still wet from the shower he’d just had.

«That’s easy for you to say,» Manon mumbled, crossing her arms.

Something in her expression made Dorian pause, a guilty look on his face. «You’re right, it is easy for me to say. How are you?» He sat down on the bed, and Manon took in the pleasant smell of men’s soap.

«Exhausted,» she sighed, rubbing her swollen belly. Manon didn’t know how she could take three more months of a constantly bloated and aching body. Already she felt as if she could burst at any moment, and bigger would she get. None of her clothes fit, so she had simply taken to just wearing Dorian’s. Then there was the fact that she had to pee every ten minutes, and she still got nauseous, even if she was far past her first trimester, and no matter what she ate, she was kept up half the night by heartburn.

Yet the physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the emotional fatigue. All the hormones heightening her every emotion, and it completely drained her. She got incredibly angry and frustrated by the littlest things, and she cried. All. The. Damn. Time.

The fact that they were in the middle of a pandemic, and that the world was falling apart around her didn’t exactly help. Manon didn’t take well to spending all her days cooped up in their small house. She wanted to go out and do something. Instead she spent all her days inside, watching crappy TV, trying to ignore how helpless she felt.

Manon truly envied Dorian’s ability to sit down with a book and wholly disappear in it. Sometimes he stayed in that bubble of his for hours, paying no mind to the world around him.

All of this felt like some sick, twisted, alternate reality where everything was well on its way to hell. And for her part, it had began with a positive pregnancy test.

The baby had been a shock to them both. After feeling sick for a few weeks, Manon had taken a test just to rule it out. She hadn’t expected to find two pink lines staring back at her. Kids had never been part of her ideal future, but as she saw the positive test, as she saw how excited Dorian got, no matter how much he tried to hide his joy, she couldn’t stop picturing them as a family. Couldn’t stop picturing a small child with Dorian’s blue eyes and inky black curls and irresistible charm. Deep down, she wanted them to share this together. And Dorian would make a great father. Manon on the other hand…

Quarantining made it even harder for Manon to deal with her pregnancy. How was she supposed to enjoy this, supposed to create a bond with her unborn child when all her time was spent inside, isolated, silently panicking over the state of the country? She didn’t get to stroll around shops, buying cute baby clothes, didn’t get to visit friends and family, sharing this journey with them. Manon had been to one ultrasound, and Dorian hadn’t even been allowed with her. The worst of it all was that she felt like a selfish, whining bitch for being sad about it all.

Now that summer vacation had started, she didn’t have work to look forward to either. As a science teacher, there was nothing she was more passionate about than her job. A few weeks back, she’d had to say goodbye to her graduating seniors over a fucking video call. It had taken all of her stubbornness and unrelenting will-power to not burst into tears in front of them. They didn’t know she was currently a hormone-filled mess. Gods, how she would miss those brilliant young minds that annoyed her to no end. She’d never tell them that, of course. She had a reputation to uphold after all.

But without the distraction of her work, she’d had to take up other hobbies to busy herself. Yesterday, Manon had cried her way through an entire season of ‘Our Planet’ while knitting a blanket for their baby. Knitting, of all things! It had quickly become an obsession, and truth be told, she was excellent at it, but it was something Manon had never imagined she’d be filling her time with. Maybe this was what they called nesting?

Her thoughts were interrupted as she noticed Dorian moving down the bed and settling with his head next to her belly. He had a book in his hand, one he’d pulled out from their crowded bookshelf. It was thin with a picture of a sweet-looking dragon on the front. Manon also noticed how old and worn-out it was, the spine barely binding it together.

Dorian cleared his throat, turning to the first page, and Manon let out a confused chuckle. «What are you doing?»

«That weird pregnancy app I downloaded told me that our baby can register sounds from outside now, so I’m reading them a bedtime story.» He looked at her as if it was obvious that’s what he was doing. Then he turned his head back towards her belly, his voice turning high-pitched. «And you better get used to it, dude…or dudette, ‘cuz I’m gonna read you a story every night from now on.»

Manon tried to control her laughter, but his baby-talk, mixed with the ridiculous look on his face made it very hard to hold it in. She laughed even more as he kept going. «But if I’m gonna read to you, your mommy needs to stop laughing at me! Yes she does!»

Hearing herself referred to as someones ‘mommy’ made her chest tighten uncomfortably, but no matter how wrong it sounded, she ignored it for now. For Dorian’s sake. Instead, she chose to mask her fear and doubt with flirty banter, as usual. «If you’re spending the entire evening in my lap, you might as well go a little lower and put that mouth of yours to good use.»

«MANON!» he chastised, playing the perfect role of a disappointed parent. Dorian placed both his hands on her belly, as if covering a pair of ears, and said in a hushed voice, «There are children present!»

Chuckling, Manon answered, «That’s not what you said last night when you-»

«CHAPTER 1!»

As she beheld the exaggerated look of shock and horror on his face, Manon failed to hold in her cackling laughter any longer.

-

Manon had closed her eyes long ago, simply enjoying the sound of Dorian reading one of his favourite books to their unborn child.

He was a natural at storytelling, his tone eager, making up different voices for each character, giving life to it. Manon knew he would make an excellent father. Could already picture him with their child, reading them books, tucking them into bed at night, soothing them after a nightmare.

Whenever she tried to picture herself as a mother, the only image coming to her mind was the image of her grandmother, the woman that had raised her, the woman that had made Manon’s childhood a living hell. Who was she trying to fool? She knew nothing about motherhood!

As she kept spiraling, tears began to sting in her eyes. Manon tried to stop them to no avail. She sniffled, and the noise got Dorian’s attention. Turning his head, he found her shaking with silent sobs.

«Manon? What’s wrong?» He rushed to her side, the book completely forgotten. He pulled her to him, stroking up and down her arms, and the loving gesture only made her cry harder.

«Talk to me, love,» he whispered against her hair.

But how could she? How could she possibly express everything she was feeling? All the fear and doubt. And Dorian was so excited, Manon didn’t have the heart to take that joy away from him by telling him how she really felt about all of it.

Instead, she voiced the one question that had been playing at the front of her mind for months now. «Do you think I’ll be a good mom?»

«Oh, Manon.»

Her breaths came in choking gasps, and no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t get enough air.

«Breathe,» Dorian tried to soothe, running his hands up and down her back in long, calming strokes. Manon let her forehead fall to his shoulder, clutching his shirt.

«I just-» she began, but she didn’t know what came next. Drawing a ragged breath, she tried again, «I have no idea what I’m doing! Like, do you know all the ways a baby can die? You hold it wrong and it breaks! And I have no idea how to be a mother! None! Everyone says they’ll be different than their own parents, but in the end they end up the same, and I know I will be just like my grandmother! I can’t do this! I can’t-» Her words turned into a heartbreaking sob.

«Look at me,» Dorian said, taking her face in his hands. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks, wiping away her tears only for more to follow. «Do you think I will be just like my father?»

His question took her by surprise, enough that she regained some control over her breathing. «Of course not!» Manon blurted out, wiping her eyes. «You’re nothing like him!»

«Exactly, and you’re nothing like your grandmother,» Dorian said firmly. Manon started shaking her head, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

«I know you’ll be a great mom.» She was about to protest, but Dorian beat her to it. «You’ll make our child feel so safe, and loved, and supported, no matter what.»

«Dorian-» Her words died on her tongue as she saw how he looked at her, his eyes shining with love and adoration.

«You wanna know how I know that?» He pressed a kiss to her temple. «Because that’s how you make me feel, every single day.»

Dorian laid down, pulling her with him so that she lay with her head on his chest, feeling his heart beat, a steady rhythm that grounded her. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, but her breathing had gone slow and even.

Manon broke the silence by whispering, «I’m so lucky to have you.» Dorian hummed in response.

They nearly fell asleep like that, until Manon suddenly spoke, her cracked voice startling Dorian in the process. «Will you keep reading? I wanna know how the story ends.»

This brought a huge grin to his face, and Dorian gladly slid back down to her belly, kissing it once, before picking up his discarded book. Manon settled back against her pillows while he skimmed to the right page.

Dorian cleared his throat once more, and picked up where he left, telling the story about a small, brave dragon that would much rather spend his days in fields of flowers than fighting wars.

-

«The end,» Dorian finished at last, a yawn escaping Manon’s lips.

«I liked this one,» Manon whispered. «You’re a great storyteller.» Dorian closed the book and sat up, a strange look on his face.

His eyes softened, and he said, «It’s not done yet.»

Manon’s face shifted into a confused expression, but Dorian didn’t explain further, simply placed the book on the nightstand, taking her in with burning intensity.

Outside, it had gone dark, the only source of light being the string lights that hung from the ceiling. They cast a soft, golden glow over the room, making Dorian look ethereal. He drew a ragged breath, before speaking, his voice quiet, «And as the lost man finished telling his story, he looked down at the love of his life, her white hair shining like liquid moonlight, her golden eyes glowing brighter than any star. He laid down next to her, face to face, took her hand in his, and asked, his heart ever so hopeful, ‘Will you marry me?’»

Manon couldn’t believe this was happening, her eyes widening in shock. Not pulling her gaze away from Dorian’s, the man she loved more than she could fathom, could ever put into words, she managed to choke out, «You- You’re asking me to marry you?»

«I am,» he whispered back, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face. «Wait a second, will you,» he blurted out, turning towards his nightstand and opening the drawer. «I actually have a ring,» he continued while rummaging around for it, his voice frantic.

«Got it,» Dorian said, facing her again. He inhaled once more, bracing himself. «I’ve had this ring for a while actually. I bought it straight after our first date, because I knew, already then, that there were no one else I’d want to spend my life with. You’re the love of my life, Manon. You’re my best friend, my equal, my everything, and I would be honored if I would also be able to call you my wife.»

How much love could a heart take before it would burst? Manon wondered to herself.

Flustered, Dorian kept talking, kept rambling, and damn her if it wasn’t the most adorable thing she had ever witnessed. «I had planned this big proposal with a candle lit dinner and roses and every other cliché ever invented, and you deserve so much more than this,» he gestured to them, to their bedroom, «but I couldn’t wait any longer, and-»

«No, it’s perfect,» Manon interrupted, shaking her head in disbelief as she took in the gorgeous ring. It was a thin, golden band with a simple, turquoise stone. It was really just perfect, all of it. Yes, she was in her - no, actually his - worn out pajamas, her hair pulled into a messy bun, her face bare, without any makeup, but it was perfect. She couldn’t have imagined it any different.

«Is that a yes then?» Dorian asked, his voice full of hope.

«Yes,» Manon laughed, and at the enormous grin appearing on her fiancé’s face, she burst into tears. «Those damn hormones,» she managed to choke out in between sobs, letting out an incredulous laughter.

Though this time it wasn’t purely the hormones’ fault. She had never felt so loved, and she knew Dorian felt the same way, because his own eyes were also lined with silver, mirroring her own.

After he put the ring on her finger, she pulled him into a tight embrace, pressing her lips to his. As they laid there, Manon took Dorian’s hand, placing it on her belly, where their child, their baby, had begun kicking ferociously. He gasped as he felt the fluttering kicks, and she couldn’t help but smile at the look of awe on his face. How right it felt, to be three. A family. Manon marveled over the feeling, something settling deep inside her.

Maybe the future wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[devourer--of--books]

Callis was Gavaldon’s first witch gynecologist and here’s why

Okay so, in this post we’ll be discussing topics such as sex, contraception, and some religion in the context of it being used as a mean to control people sexually. 

If you’re younger than 13, honestly, this post isn’t for you. 

If you’re unlucky, like me, and your school didn't give you proper sex ed, I beg you to ask someone about it. Your older sibling, your mom, someone, okay? Ask google. It’s important stuff you need to know.

First of all, for composure’s sake, let’s all pretend I didn’t start thinking of this due to me writing a smut fic. At 4am, on my tablet notes. On my defense, tho, there’s an astonishing lack of E-rated fics on this fandom and someone ought do it, okay? Moving on.

So, where shall we start?

Let’s get context out of the way, welcome to my analyses, the actual headcanons are here, I promise, let me just bore you to death first:

The SGE book series overall is set in fantasy fairytale land (The Endless Woods), with the exception of Gavaldon, aka, the reader village. Due to this, there’s not really a time period liking the SGE world to ours, neither can it be presumed by the world building, as Soman mixes traditional medieval elements  with modern elements, which I know bothers some of you too, it ain’t just me, but nevermind that right now.

The point is, the arguments I’m making on this post are based on aspects mentioned in the books, but I’m also going to draw some information from the real world.

A big chunk of the first two books rely on the world the existence of a patriarchal structure in that world, as do some plot points during the rest of the series, but if I were to dive into that we’d be here all night. Talking about the Endless Woods social structure is very complicated, specially with the ‘no labels in the woods’ stuff combined with the misogyny. It’s messy. 

Thankfully for this post, we’ll only go into Gavaldon, because I feel things there are more… explicit (pun intended).

So here’s what we know of Gavaldon’s social structure pre-book 1:

It’s a decent sized village with no official government. There’s no political figure of power, such as prince or a mayor, as they eventually get in QFG. There also doesn’t seem to be an actual economic class distinction between the people of Gavaldon, other than mentions of beggars (pretty sure it’s just one tho, but I might be wrong). Everyone works and trades amongst themselves, with people having more or less the same things (except for Callis and Agatha, due to them being social outcasts). 

Who has power in Gavaldon?

The Elders Council. They make the laws, they are respected, they have influence, and therefore they have power. These dudes stopped people from selling food to Stefan’s family during book 2, and threatened his new family in front of everybody during book 3. And everyone in Gavaldon loved that man. Why are they powerful tho?

Power is born out of inequality. If you have what we have not, we follow where you lead. Gavaldon has no nobles and no bourgeoisie. Geez, I wonder which powerful class we’re missing.

The clergy.

Personally, I hold no love for the church. I’m an atheist, but, as this post is about SGE and not religion, I’ll try to be as neutral as possible, as the point is not to offend or disrespect anyone. When I mention ‘religion’ or ‘clergy’ from this point on, I’m talking about religion as an Institution. As in the Medieval Catholic Church (which if you don’t agree was at least kind of very evil, I don’t know if I want you reading my posts anyway, so feel free to leave).

Most likely, the members of Elders Council of Galvadon were linked to its Church, whatever religion they may have. I can’t see any reason why they would have so much influence otherwise. Who appoints new men to the positions once one of them dies? I’m gonna guess the remaining members of the Council. 

And no one said anything? For centuries. Okay. Corruption? Never heard of her.

Also, burning unmarried women as a way to solve problems claiming they were witches? Wonder where I’ve seen this before.

The fact they’re men, should get mentioned too, just in case you forgot. I bet there are women just as old and wise, if not wiser than the members of the council. Hm, wow why they’re not part of the council.

This hypothesis ties in with the fact that the education given to the kids is limited to the local school, which, given the lack of government and simplicity of work relations, is probably funded by the clergy. We don’t see any proof of this, but again, if we’re comparing Galvadon to a medieval village, it would make sense.

What is even taught at this school? Math and whatever language they speak there, sure, but like they have little to no history that we know of, geography would be pointless, there are no foreign languages, science who, and with these clowns running the village I’ll bet there is no philosophy or social studies and... Doesn’t matter, let’s not do this right now.

Callis briefly mentioned that all girls in Galvadon must marry before the end of their school education, or they are deemed witches. The Elders Council even chooses the matches, in case those aren’t naturally formed or if they disagree with pre-existing ones. These kids are what,15,16, maybe younger?

(this makes me so mad, you have no idea-)

ANYWAY. They form these child marriages, for... look I’m gonna presume is because of population reposition. They need an average of 2 kids per couple or they’ll have more people dying than people being born. Let’s just presume it’s because of this because if it’s because of some tradition stuff I’ll scream, okay?

Maybe they have a low life expectancy in Gavaldon (which is another evidence for the case that the elders are part of the clergy, they probably don’t work, so they live longer). 

So have them teenage girls poping them babies, I guess.

Also, a miracle they have survived this long, because the genetic pool for Gavaldon must be the worst ever, everyone is related to everyone, ew. At least, in theory, there would be no STIs.

In theory.

Ahem… During the middle ages, all forms of birth control tended to be frowned upon, at least here on the west, including coitus interruptus (aka, pull out method), (tho it depends of who was the pope at the time, some of them were cool with this one if you already had too many kids and was like super poor), because sex was supposed to be about procreating, so a marriage with no kids was ‘pointless’. 

(hear me raging in the background, this context is stressing me out, i just wanna get to the headcanons-)

We can assume this view is probably compatible with the Elders Council mindset, as they are marrying CHILDREN. 

If there were any available contraceptive methods, you can bet they weren’t teaching this stuff at school. They probably have no sex ed, and if they do, it’s going to be just about periods and vague stuff. Gotta love them church schools (I never went to one, officially, but honestly, I live in Brazil, what even is Secular State).

(“Don’t have sex before marriage, you’re gonna get pregnant and die”, - one of the teachers at the Galvadon school at some point, I bet)

Let me also mention that there is an specific Gavaldon law that states that if a girl is pregnant she is going to marry the boy who knocked her up. Which, specially in Vanessa’s case, makes no f-ing sense. Could she prove it was Stefan’s? Did she sent it to a DNA lab? If Stefan was the Elders favorite why would they not take his word?

I digress, let’s say Stefan didn’t deny sleeping with her and only said he was under a spell, which, hm, how dumb do you have to be to do that, it’s lying 101, Stefan c’mon, but okay, you do you.

So they are probably super “moral” in Galvadon. You know, the kind of moral who just swipes stuff under the rug. Like, yeah, Stefan you’re now doomed to marrying Vanessa, but ain’t nobody gonna say a thing if you cheat on her as long as you don’t do it during plain daylight.

(The amount of closeted gays in Gavaldon is probably astronomical, can you imagine?)

And then you have Callis. Whom I think is probably responsible for the introduction of birth control in Gavaldon. We have arrived at the headcanons. Hear me out:

After Stefan saved Callis, she was deemed a witch. She’s a ‘witch’ doctor for the town. Only the most desperate of people seek her out. 

That means she normally wouldn’t get a lot of patients. Like, Idk about you, but Gavaldon doesn’t seem big enough for her to have people looking for her everyday. And she probably had to feed Agatha somehow.

But, while her being a doctor for normal diseases wasn’t really working all that well, everyone knew she had a hand in Vanessa’s miracle child. So ‘infertile’ women and women who had been getting sickly during pregnancies start looking for her, asking for her to help them. 

Callis obviously doesn’t use her magic, but as she can’t say she used magic for Vanessa, she gives them generally good advice about herbs and stuff they can add to their food to make it ‘more likely’, aka stuff that reduces stress, telling them how to eat better, stuff they should avoid, etc. She’s no big expert, but at least in the Endless Woods they had sex ed and she was witch, she just knows stuff.

So she becomes this sort of witch gynecologist for Gavaldon’s desperate women.

It works for a while, but then people eventually share these tips amongst themselves to avoid going to see her. Then, it’s back to slightly starving herself so baby Agatha could eat.

One day, a teenage girl arrives at her doorstep in the middle of the night, trading food for her help. If she could ‘make people more fertile’, she could surely make them miscarriage. Maybe this girl got pregnant by sleeping with someone the elders didn’t aprove for her to marry, maybe it was something else a bit darker, but we won’t talk about how that could be common, given you could literally force someone to marry you if they had your child.

Callis panics, because she wasn't ‘making anyone more fertile’ really, she was making them healthier and therefore more likely to have a healthy kid. If she were to tell her to do the reverse of what she told the others, not only it wouldn’t work, but it would actually harm the girl’s health.

At first she’s like, “I can’t help you…”, but then she hears baby Agatha crying, poor thing, so hungry all the time. So Callis decides, “you know what, might as well”.

There’s probably many potions made with magic one could take to not have a baby in the Woods. Even ones that cause abortions with no side effects or danger to the woman. But there also more natural ways, ones that maybe aren’t 100% effective, but would work, tho it had some side effects.

So Callis, makes her a potion to take. For real life comparisons, let’s say she used Queen Anne’s Lace, which works a bit like Plan B. The girl is thankful, and goes on her way.

Soon enough, everybody knows Callis can do these potions. You have girls sneaking to Graves Hill in the middle of the night to get help in exchange for food and while the elders know something is fishy, they can’t do much anything about it. They ask Callis what is up with that and she’s like ‘nope, just ya know, helping them have babies, plan b who’.

She tries to introduce a variation of the potion, one that acts as birth control, because it would stop people from being irresponsable all the time, but the Plan B one is the one every girl wants, because well, it’s easier. You can be unsafe and then take a potion and it’s fine. Soon, it’s not just girls. There’s full grown women there too, who should really know better.

She is pissed, so she says she won’t make them any more potions unless people stop being so careless.

Someone tries to make a knock-off potion, but it ends tragically, because people don’t really know what Callis puts in it. And well… you know what looks a bit like Queen Anne’s Lace?

F-ing Water Hemlock, that’s what.

After that incident, people listen to Callis when it came to ingesting stuff. And thus, birth control culture is born in Gavaldon. Other people started trying out other things to avoid dealing with Callis, like animal-based condoms, pull-out method and inserting acacia gum into your vagina before you had sex,but she had a good clientele overall.

The Elders? Pissed. But since they couldn’t just prove this was her fault, they just kept on hating on her from a distance.

After Agatha has her first period, Callis sits her down and pretty much gives her the talk. Agatha doesn’t really see a point to it, boys are gross, but she listens nonetheless. 

Callis gives Agatha the best sex ed homeclass ever, you can bet she will teach her correct anatomy, debunk myths the school told her about both periods and her own body and even promised her to teach her how to make the birth control potion once she got older.

Again Agatha doesn’t see a point, but okay.

When Agatha comes home with Tedros, years later tho. Callis is... worried.

She tries to ask Agatha if she’s being safe but her daughter just... stops functioning. Blushing like crazy. 

 (“We just kissed, like, once, mom.”)

That being said… Callis doesn’t live long enough to teach her how to make the potion.

So when Tedros and Agatha’s relationship starts to progress (hm… if you wanna read something about it, maybe wait a couple of days, I might or my might not have a sin fic in the works, it wouldn’t be one of my posts if it had no self-promotion, I’m my own sponsor after all) she’s unsure of who to ask about this.

And it makes her extra sad about her mother’s death, so that’s great.

I honestly don’t know who she would ask. If you have any ideas, please tell me. Because I’m kind of inclined to think that maybe Merlin might have predicted this and handed a recipe to her as a semi-joke, but idk. Maybe Uma?

But yes, Callis was totally Gavaldon’s first witch gynecologist. And after they made Stefan mayor, I want people to remember her for the absolute legend she was, okay?

[nextgensquad]

hey pearl, so i just finished reputation and i loved it!! i really wish there was more of it, so i’ll just ask about the story arc i was most interested in - what happens to abby after the events that have elapsed? does she get together with james? what does her child end up being like? where does her life go from this point?

(companion piece to this)

one.

AbigailLongbottom has had a plan for her life as long as she can remember.

It’sthe third time she goes to see her grandparents, when she’s seven years old,and the first time she’s old enough to have a memory of the visit. Her brotherJake goes in first, and then Neville takes her hand and lets her clutch ittight before leading her into the quiet room where his parents are. Abby hidesbehind her father and peers out at the two strangers, their glassy eyes andgreying hair, the way they don’t recognize their grandson.

“Daddy,”she whispers, tugging on his arm, “I’m scared.”

Nevilledraws his arm around her and takes her to the side of the room. “There’snothing to be scared of, Abby. They’re your grandparents, remember?”

“Iknow.” Abby wrings her hands together. “But I’m scared for them. They don’tknow me. They might think I’m an evil witch like Bella—Bellatrix Lechange.”

Neville’slips quirk. “Honey, nobody on Earth could ever think that. You’re theirgranddaughter. They’ll know it deep down, okay?”

Abbylooks over at her grandmother, talking with Hannah about an incomprehensiblesubject. Jake is trying to show his grandfather an easy, colorful game on hisnew smartphone. The room feels so small, to have two whole lives containedhere. Their jug of water is half-empty on the dresser. She knows if she looksinto the fridge, there’ll be barely anything there. A deep, irrepressiblesadness takes place inside her chest until she feels like she can’t breathe.

“Daddy,”she cries. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I wanna—”

Nevillescoops her into his arms and takes her out of the room before the panic attacksets in. Abby cries in his arms that whole afternoon, for her father, for hergrandparents, for herself. She’s too young to comprehend that sort of pain, tooyoung to understand where it comes from.

Thatnight, when she gets home, she decides she’s going to save them.

two.

Whenshe’s seventeen, she gets an early acceptance to St. Mungo’s apprenticeshipprogram under Healer Robbins and the first place she goes is straight to herfather’s office to tell him; the second place is the garage in downtown Londonwhere she knows her best friend has snuck out to that weekend to get hermotorcycle fixed up.

“Abby!”Lucy Weasley says in delight, swooping her up in a hug. “That’s amazing! You’rereally gonna go save the world, aren’t you?”

“Justthe people who need it,” Abby says with an embarrassed laugh, disentanglingherself from her best friend. “Like you, if you aren’t careful at your racethis weekend.”

Lucyflashes her a smile, all teeth like a shark. “I’m always careful.”

‘Careful’is not the first word that comes to mind when one thinks of Lucy Weasley. Sharpand wicked and ferocious, maybe. Always with a hand on the wheel and a foot onthe gas pedal, pushing further and faster and higher and better. Reckless andrestless. Running from something, running from everything.

Abbyloves her, but she worries. If she doesn’t have the hands that heal, the magicof a medic, will Lucy be okay? Will Lucy come back?

Sucha Gryffindor instinct, her mother hadtold her once, smiling fondly, brushing Abby’s blonde hair back into a braid, towant to save everyone else from themselves.

It’shard to feel like she belongs in Gryffindor, surrounded by Potters and Weasleysso full of fire and rage and glory, but sometimes the word bravery fitsinto her heart just right. Just good enough to make her smile.

three.

She’snot going to tell anyone about the baby. She’s not. She’s going to wake uptomorrow and go to the clinic and get rid of it. That’s what she’s going to do.

It’sthe only thing to do. The only course of action that makes sense.

Shehas a plan. She’s not going to be pregnant at nineteen. She’s going to graduatefrom the St. Mungo’s apprenticeship, she’s going to become a Healer, she’sgoing to save her grandparents and Lucy and everyone else in the world.

That’swhat she’s going to do.

She’ssitting at her kitchen table when Fred finds her.

“Hey,”he says softly. “I was looking for Lucy, is she… are you okay?”

Abbyswallows. Shakes her head.

He’sthe first person she tells.

IfAbby is a healer, then Fred is a fixer. He repairs Lucy’s motorcycles with thesame care he takes with his cousins, firm and gentle and easy. Fixes cars withthe delicate determination of someone capable of reaching into something’s gutsand pulling them all out one by one and rearranging them into something thatmakes it all worthwhile. Takes science and turns it into magic.

Heasks her if she wants the baby.

She’sgoing to say no.

Theword “yes” comes out of her instead, small and terrified, a fluttering birdtrying to take flight.

four.

Hergrandmother offers her a candy wrapper.

Abbyturns it over in her hands, smoothing out the wrinkles and then twisting itback up again. Beneath it, her stomach is round with the shape of her child,and her grandmother smiles at her, with no comprehension of the new lifegrowing in there.

“Itold him the child would be a Longbottom,” she says conversationally. As if hergrandmother can understand. As if the words won’t just slide through Alice’smind like water down a pipe. “The gossip blogs all think it should be a Potter,obviously, but…”

Shecurls her free hand around her stomach, protective already. “It’s important tome. That this is a Longbottom child. That this is—that you’re—”

Alicereaches over and presses her hand over Abby’s, against her belly. It’s such astrange and startling gesture that the tears disappear from her eyes as shestares at her grandmother.

“Doyou understand?” Abby whispers, desperate and hoping. “This is yourgreat-grandchild. This is—this is proof, you know. That you survived. Thateverything you went through, everything you did—it was worth it. Because Dadexists. Because Jake and I exist. Because…”

Alicesmiles at her. It’s a vacant smile. A faraway smile. But she doesn’t pull backlike she always does. Doesn’t spook away from her granddaughter’s touch, whenAbby places her other hand, candy wrapper clutched between her fingers, on topof Alice’s. Doesn’t move at all, the two of them sitting in the quiet, coldhospital room, listening to the child inside her.

five.

Lucycurls up in the hospital bed with her. “Am I the godmother?”

Abbylaughs, interlacing their fingers. Her daughter sleeps in the crib just nearby.Every bone in her body aches from exhaustion. “Of course you are. You and Al.”

“Don’tyou need a third?”

“No.”Abby leans her head on Lucy’s and glances up to the doorway, her gaze seekingout the familiar figure situated in the chair just outside her room. “She’s gota lot of people who love her around here.”

Lucyfollows her gaze to where Fred is sitting, half-asleep with his head in hishands, still wearing the clothes he had been in when he’d taken Abby to thehospital. She shoots her best friend a fond smile.

“It’strue. Potter, Weasley, Abbott, Longbottom. Killer combo right there. Nothingbut love.”

“Yeah,”agrees Abby, her voice softened with tiredness and peace all at once. “If there’sone thing our families do right, it’s love.”

six.

Eleanorhas her grandfather’s green eyes.

Shecan tell it shakes James, just a little, when he comes over to her house.Bright, bright green, the same shade as his brother’s, set in a Weasley-roundface, framed by tufts of Abby’s blonde hair. The Longbottom nose and the Abbottlips and the Potter spirit all wound up in one little girl.

“Ifeel like I should be jealous,” he tells Abby, as Eleanor bats at his face withtiny fists, giggling with a baby’s delight for finding new objects of attention.“That those green eyes skipped me entirely.”

“Alsays we should start telling people he’s the father,” Abby says, looking upfrom her papers to smile at them. “Just to confuse the tabloids.”

Jamessnorts. “It would work, too. Do you know that fake baby rumor is still goingaround? That she’s some sort of fucking—sorry, sorry—a magic doll.”

“Shecan’t understand you yet, you know.”

“I’mtrying to cut down the cursing in advance.” James flashes her a sheepish grin. “Justso I’m prepared.”

Abbywatches him thoughtfully for a moment, as he leans in to make faces at hisdaughter, adoring and generous with the love he’s always tried so hard to keepcrushed inside him. Pulling it all out from deep within his heart to lay itbare at Eleanor’s tiny feet.

It’snot perfect, not now, not ever, but it’s not what it was nine months ago. Jamesisn’t who he was nine months ago.

She’snot sure she was ever supposed to be a mother. She knows James was never meantto be a father. Parenthood sits awkward around the both of them, a fragilething they keep grasping at with both hands, trying desperately to be good atit. To be good for her.

It’snot what she thought it would be, but it’s theirs.

seven.

Freddoesn’t kiss her for the first time until Eleanor is three years old, potteringaround the garden under her grandfather’s watchful eye, the two of them standingin the shade of the gazebo and laughing about old jokes, times before thefuture had taken a hold of them.

“Whattook you so long?” Abby asks him, breathing soft, when he pulls back.

Hehesitates, trails his fingers down her bare arm. The cool metal of hisprosthetic glints under the afternoon sunlight. Abby catches his hand and holdsit tight.

“Ididn’t want you to think—that this was because of Eleanor—or James,” heexplains, halting and nervous where he’s always been so steady, so gentle. “Becauseit’s not. It’s you.”

Abbyslides her free hand into his dark curls, pushes herself up to kiss him again. It’ssweeter now than it would have been if he’d done it three years ago, or whenthey were teenagers. Before they knew the places they were meant to be, thespaces they were meant to take, the people they were meant to love.

Sweeternow that they’ve made it here, past the pain and the heartache and the mess.She smiles into the kiss, thinks—This was worth it. This was worth all ofit.

Oneday, her grandparents will open their eyes and see it, too.

[let-it-raines]

Prompt idea pretty please 💙 Best friend's sibling trope but the sibling already knows

David knows the first time that Killian sees Emma as someone other than his best friend’s little sister almost the moment it happens. Emma comes home from college her freshman year, making the weekend trip from New York City to Boston for her nineteenth birthday, at the same time that Killian has leave from the Navy for two weeks. They walk into the door at nearly the same time, their cheeks flushed red with laughter, and he watches as Killian takes Emma’s bag from her hand and carries it to the guest room while he is smothered by a hug from his sister. He knows that Killian grew up with a mom and brother that made his manners a little too exceptional (he was always getting compared to Killian when he came over for dinner, and if the guy wasn’t his best friend, he probably would have resented him), but there is something decidedly different about that particular moment.

It’s one of those things that he can’t exactly put a finger on, but somehow he knows.

Kind of.

And when they are practically inseparable for the rest of the weekend, Emma always sitting down next to Killian on the couch and staying up as they talk into the early hours of the morning, their laughter floating up to his bedroom at well past three in the morning, all of those sneaking suspicions of something start sprouting in his mind.

“They seem happy,” Mary Margaret points out as she lays next to him in bed that night.

“Yeah,” he agrees, not knowing what else to say.

When Killian is finished with his deployment seven months later, instead of coming up to he and Mary Margaret at the airport, he goes straight for Emma, the two of them embracing in the middle of the crowded airport. He watches as Emma’s arms wrap around Killian’s neck and her legs around his waist, and he can’t take his eyes off of Killian’s nose buried in Emma’s hair.

Are his best friend and his sister…dating? Officially?

He didn’t even know that Emma was going to be here. She isn’t supposed to be. It is finals week, and he knows for a fact that she has a human sciences and behavior exam tomorrow. Yet here she is hugging Killian like her life depends on it.

And maybe it does.

Mary Margaret tugs on his hand, pulling him back into the crowd of people meeting their loved ones by baggage claim, and tells him not to say anything, to act like he was never there. He still doesn’t know how Mary Margaret always knows things like that, but she has this instinctual gift for knowing when to meddle and when not to. It doesn’t mean she always listens to that instinct, but she knows.

“When did that happen? Officially?” he asks as they walk to the parking lot without Killian, their plan to welcome him home completely gone.

“At Emma’s birthday, sweetie. Don’t you remember?”

He does. And he knew then. It’s just…it’s shocking to see instead of simply suspecting.

Emma and Killian never say anything about the two of them dating, even with Killian now being based in Boston and not overseas. He and Killian go to dinner, grab a beer at the bar and watch a football game, and spend a lot of their nights together simply relaxing in one of their apartments. They’ve been friends since they were five years old, and eighteen years later, his little sister is dating his best friend.

In secret.

Do they not think that he would approve? Why would they keep this from him for almost a year now?

He has to remind himself that it is their business, and when they’re ready, they’ll tell him. As long as Killian doesn’t hurt his little sister, things will be fine.

He hopes that Emma doesn’t hurt Killian either. She’s had a tendency to lash out since their mom died, and he knows that Killian knowing what it’s like to lose loved ones to death will probably scare her to the point of running or taking out her anger on him.

He loves his sister, but her coping mechanisms are not always the most healthy.

So when Emma comes to his apartment on a Wednesday in March in her junior year of college with her eyes puffy and red rimmed, tear tracks staining her cheeks, he knows that something has gone horribly wrong. He believes they’ve been together for nearly two and a half years now, and he somehow knows that they’ve broken up. It could be something else, but it’s that sneaking suspicion again. It’s Emma’s distraught face and Killian’s lack of contact combined that really gets to him. He wants to help, but he doesn’t know how.

He doesn’t know any of the intimacies of their relationship, doesn’t really want to (the first time he saw a hickey on Killian’s neck and realized that Emma caused it, he nearly passed out thinking of the two of them having sex), but he knows how much happier they’ve been in the past two years. Neither of them are particularly downtrodden people, though they do have flairs for the dramatic, but he’s noticed the difference in Emma’s smile and Killian’s laugh.

They’re happy.

Or at least they were.

He tries to get Emma to talk to him, to explain what’s going on, but she very kindly tells him to shove off and leave her alone. It breaks his heart a bit, wishing that he could be here for her. She never knew their dad, wasn’t old enough to meet him before he left, but their mom just had this uncanny ability to make them feel better no matter what happened. She’d know what to do, what to say now, and he wonders if he’ll ever learn to have that magic touch of comfort and affection like her.

He, however, doesn’t need it right now, because Mary Margaret, forever the most soothing woman alive, walks in the bedroom and shuts the door behind her, only emerging two hours later and giving him a soft smile and a nod of her head. That night he hears the front door of the apartment open when it’s only a little past midnight, and he recognizes Killian’s voice as he and Emma talk in hushed tones.

“What happened?” he asks his wife.

“Killian told her that he was deploying again, and she didn’t take it well.”

“What’s…when is he leaving?”

“Next month.”

His heart breaks for Emma at the same time it breaks for himself. What Killian does for a living is honorable and worthy, but it comes at a price to him and to the people who love him. David knows that he joined the Navy to honor Liam, to be like his older brother who died serving their country, but it will never not be difficult to watch Killian leave and not know if he’s coming home.

When he leaves his bedroom the next morning, sleep still catching in his eyes, he sees Emma sitting on the kitchen counter with Killian standing between her legs, his thumb tracing the skin under her eye while their foreheads are pressed together and whispered words are exchanged. It’s the first real time he’s actually seen them together while he’s officially known they were together, and even if he’s invading their privacy, he can’t look away.

David has no idea how it truly hasn’t hit him until now, especially seeing how happy they’ve both been, but his little sister in love. He can see it right now just from how they’re interacting, from the tenderness in their touches, and emotion lodges itself in his throat thinking of how happy she must be all of the time.

But also how difficult it has to be. Emma is only twenty one, is still so young, and she’s dealing with a long distance relationship where the distance only continues to grow. How many nights does she spend missing Killian? How many nights does she wish that the person she loves was there with her? He couldn’t live apart from Mary Margaret. It would be…unthinkable.

He returns to his bedroom and doesn’t go back out into the kitchen until he’s sure that Killian has left. He still doesn’t understand why they haven’t told him, and as much as he wants to confront them both about it, he holds himself back. Now is not the time.

Mary Margaret tells him that she’s pregnant eleven months later, and his entire world flips on its head, everything changing for the better as he thinks about the fact that he’s going to be a father and have a child with the woman who he loves more than anything or anyone. When he tells Emma, she screams over the phone, and he laughs so loud that the other officers at the precinct can probably hear him from the breakroom.

His wife is pregnant, his sister is graduating with a degree in psychology in two months, and his best friend is coming home from South Korea in three months.

It’s all a bit of a blur with celebrating Emma’s graduation and getting her moved into her apartment with her roommates Elsa and Ruby, and by the time June rolls around, the days start slowly dragging by as he builds furniture for the nursery (he’s a little overeager) and waits for Killian to be home.

He’s never seen Emma so anxious in her entire life, and it takes everything in him not to say something.

He never has to, though, because when Killian comes home fourteen months after he left, there is absolutely no doubt in his mind that Emma is going to run into his arms and not let anyone else have a shot. She doesn’t even say why she’s riding with them to the airport, probably figuring she doesn’t need to, and the moment he sees Killian’s frame come into view, Emma takes off like a rocket, jumping into Killian’s arms as he drops his duffle, and they stand in the middle of that crowd for far longer than they did the first time.

Tears pool in his eyes, and no part of him is ashamed of that.

Killian’s home.

Killian hugs he and Mary Margaret, tells him that he’s happy to see them and congratulates them on the baby, but David doesn’t miss the way that Killian and Emma’s hands never leave each other, and on the car ride back to the apartment Killian is constantly brushing his lips against Emma’s forehead and cheeks and nose and lips. They’re inseparable, and for the first time in their nearly four-year relationship, they’re open with their affection in front of him.

And it stays like that.

Whenever they’re all together, their hands are intertwined or Killian’s arm is around Emma’s waist. They have their own private conversations, their own little intimacies, and he’s never under the impression that Emma is still living in her apartment. He knows that she’s moved in with Killian, that her clothes fill his closet, and he smiles to himself when he goes over to watch a basketball game with Killian and sees Emma’s shoes sitting in the living room like they belong there, like she belongs there.

His sister is happy.

And she’s also an aunt to a little boy named Leo who is just…magnificent.

Once he and Mary Margaret are parents, they don’t see as much of Emma and Killian except for when they offer to babysit, and it simply becomes a part of his life that two of the most important people in his life are dating even though it’s never been said. One day he asks Killian about it. He’s had a few too many glasses of whiskey, Killian a few too many sips of his rum, and the words roll of off his tongue with abandon.

“Why have you never told me that you’re dating my sister?”

Killian shrugs and takes another sip of his drink, as nonchalant as he always is. “It didn’t seem necessary since you obviously already knew.”

“How long have you guys been together now?”

He smiles, his eyes crinkling on the side, as he looks down at the rim of his drink and traces his finger over the condensation, seemingly thinking about something…most likely Emma. “Six years this December, technically. She’s…I love her, you know?”

“I know.”

David’s life moves on, promotions and birthdays and anniversaries and milestones with Leo, and even though it’s not always easy, he loves his life. Wouldn’t change it for a thing, really. Well, he’s not too thrilled about turning thirty, but he can’t do anything about that. He’s not sure who he would even talk to about not aging, so it doesn’t matter.

The years always bring happiness anyways. He’ll keep taking them.

It’s Christmas morning, and he’s helping Leo put together a set of Lego toys, when he looks to his left and sees Emma press up from her spot on the couch to brush her lips over Killian’s. She’s got her hand against his cheek, and no part of him is surprised by the diamond ring on her left ring finger and the fact that neither of them felt the need to tell him. Why do that when he already knows?

They’re so odd, but he doesn’t think he’d ever have them be any other way.

“So,” he starts, holding his champagne glass in his hand on a sunny day in September, “I am utterly surprised that I get to be here today since knowing my sister and Killian, I didn’t think I’d ever even be told that they were getting married. To get to know a whole two days in advance before they went to the courthouse feels like I’ve won the lottery.”

He winks at Emma when her face gets all scrunched up, nose wrinkling, and he smiles at the beatific look on her face. She looks beautiful in her short ivory lace dress as she sits on the couch in her apartment with Killian donning his dress whites, and he wonders if there was ever any other option for the two of them besides having everything about their relationship be unconventional and under the radar.

Including this courthouse wedding and living room reception.

“Get on with your toast,” Emma laughs, pressing her cheek into Killian’s as he brings her knuckles to his lips and kisses just above her rings. “I don’t tell you about things because you ramble on forever.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“Anyways,” he sighs, smiling to himself and to Mary Margaret as well as the few friends here for dinner, “I’m so damn happy that I finally got to be in the know on one of Emma and Killian’s big life moments. This will probably be the last time, so I’m going to treasure it. Congrats, guys.”

It’s not the last time.

They tell him about the baby before she’s born. In all fairness, though, he figures that it would be kind of hard for him to miss that one.

[tozierpunks]

I’m always here for Reddie and stanpat. So. reddie & stanpat Conception AU

ashbot you’re the only one who truly loves me sometimes ❤️just a heads up, it’s a lil nsfw, so dig on this:

the story starts with mike teaching a classroom of 5 year olds, and he wraps up the lesson with, “any questions?” and little 5 year old Elton raises his hand and goes, “where do babies come from?” Mike’s face proceeds to drop to the floor

another little kid, Emmy, goes, “I’ll draw it for you Elton, it’s real weird.” AND NOW MIKE PANICS AND TAKES THE PAPER AND TRIES HIS BEST TO EXPLAIN, “it’s not weird! it’s... normal.” and a third kid (Cher) chimes in: “my daddy said the mommy poops out a baby” and Mike resists the urge to roll his eyes

cue title card and now we cut to our first couple of the story: stan and patty. now they’ve been trying forever to have a baby, but they’re struggling. patty is a doctor and stan is an environmental science teacher, they’re doing well, and now they’re on a special plan to get pregnant bc they’re ready, it’s time

so he comes in with the fertility shot, patty’s leaning against the bed, and he’s clearly nervous but this is his wife, he loves her, he wants this baby too, so he’s gonna help and he says, “i’m really afraid i’m not gonna be good at this.” “i’m afraid of that too babe.”

she instructs him tho, “hold it like a pencil, stick the needle in really quickly- like a dart, check for blood, and if there’s no blood then push the medicine in.”

“... okay but... if there’s blood... i might pass out. Maybe I should put some pillows down like a stuntman-”

“am I just gonna have to do this?” “No!” and she held her hand out to take the needle back but he just high fives her and counts down, “Three, two, two and a half-” “Stan.” AND HE STICKS HER AND SHE STARTS SHOUTING AT HIM

“OW, FUCKER!” “YOU SAID LIKE A DART!” “WELL NOT LIKE A FUCKING JAVELIN!”

stan, perplexed, stands there and patty shouts, “WELL PUSH THE MEDICINE IN.”

stan, still shaken: “OKAY, OKA- CAN YOU BE NICE TO ME?!”

“I HAVE GOT A NEEDLE IN MY ASS RIGHT NOW.”

“Oh babe there’s blood, I’m gonna be sick.”

And Patty is rolling her eyes while Stan needs to take a breather bc he really can’t handle the blood

NOW SCENE CUT TO REDDIE where it’s a little less romantic, a little more Fight Club

richie planned a whole day bc at the end, their surrogate was supposed to call to let them know which designer baby was chosen - so, richie’s spermies for a boy or girl, or eddie’s spermies for a boy or girl

but eddie comes storming into the house to see his boyfriend - not husband, but boyfriend - on the couch, and he marches straight to the bedroom to grab richie’s bat, comes back out, and smashes the tv

“WHOA, EDS, WHAT THE FUCK-” “GET YOUR SHIT OUT!” “YOU JUST SMASHED A THOUSAND DOLLAR TV-” “GET IT OUT, I’M CALLING OUR SURROGATE BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE, JUST GET OUT! IT’S OVER!” he slams the door to his room, leaving richie dumbfounded, but ofc he comes right back out

“you didn’t even ask why i smashed the tv, you just said ‘that was a thousand dollar tv’!” ofc richie’s gonna bite back tho, “okay, fine, let’s ignore the property damage. eddie. what’s wrong?”

“YOU! You took my money-” “our moneY? in OUR bank account?” “and who put that money there? what’d you spend it on, richie? baseball? football? fucking ice skating-” “I’ll get it back-”

“great! mail it to me!” and again, he storms off. so obviously they’re in a pickle but more on that later.

BACK TO STANPAT BEING GREAT, Stan flops on the bed and groans, “this baby making stuff is really hard.”

“yeah but now comes the fun part.” “you’re gonna watch me play video games?” “no, we’re gonna have sex!”

stan doesn’t look as excited as patty hoped and she’s confused as he covers his face and goes, “babe... i kinda did it, with myself, in the bathroom-” “YOU MASTURBATED? WE’RE TRYING TO HAVE A BABY, YOU CAN’T-” “YOU LEFT SOME KIND OF WOMEN’S CATALOG-”

“No, take your clothes off-” “Pat, respectfully, I have to take a raincheck-” “No! Take your frickin clothes off, you’re fucking me!” and ofc stan is pretty turned on by his wife being bossy, he can work up another small soldier in his pants maybe... probably... hopefully

so while they’re waiting for him, patty explains all the stuff he can and can’t do

“you’re gonna need to drink plenty of fluids, cut back on things like flaxseed-” “aw babe, I love flaxseed.” bc stan got jokes and patty just stares at him before adding, “and you gotta switch to boxers, the testicles need less restraint-”

“babe, i know you’re a doctor and you have to say that at the hospital, but when you’re at home, could you call them balls? like, stan your hot sweaty balls aren’t good for making babies-” “babe, i have to fuck you right now, stop.”

their banter is everything, and as they climb into bed, patty stresses that missionary position is more likely to get her pregnant, and stan is skeptical, “that just sounds lazy on your part.” but alright! and they do the do, and eventually patty tells him she orgasmed and stan is AGAIN SKEPTICAL

“what? no! You scream a lot when you orgasm-” “oh that’s just for show”

stan found dead in his bedroom

“this baby making stuff just keeps getting better and better.”

and as patty is lying there, hips elevated to help the spermies flow their little way up the pipes, she looks at stan and smiles, “i know this is a lot babe, i’m sorry. I just really want a baby.” and stan smiles back and kisses her hand, “i know pat. me too.” “will you stay with me?” “of course.” and they get to lie there together and be cute

NOW BACK TO REDDIE WHO ARE CLEARLY HAVING ISSUES BUT, EDDIE COMES OUT AND THREATENS TO CALL THE COPS, BUT RICHIE TAKES HIS PHONE AND ASKS, “WILL YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT STARTED ALL THIS, EDDIE? PLEASE?”

and eddie slumps against the wall and explains, “I thought having a baby would fix things. I thought I could get over your aversion to getting married, but I’m sitting at the stoplight, and I realize... everyone’s going somewhere. Everyone’s moving, but me.”

“Well that’s what you do at a stoplight-”

“Shut up Richie.” and Richie tries to reach out to touch Eddie but Eddie kicks him away and scoots to the other side of the wall, leaving Richie to sit in his spot

now they’ve been together since high school, they’re thirty now, and richie still hasn’t hinted at marriage. Eddie’s been ready since 24, and six years is a long time to wait for someone to mature. He really wants this baby, and he really wants a life with Richie, but he doesn’t know how to stop wanting to get married. If Richie doesn’t want that, where does that leave him? he doesn’t know if he can wait much longer for this man to be ready to grow up and start a life

so Richie sighs and goes, “I didn’t spend the money on sports stuff or gambling.” and he pulls a little velvet box from his pocket and slides it over and Eddie’s eyes widen and all Richie can hear from him is, “ohhh”

“I hate you, Richie.” and Richie snorts bc he loves Eddie so much, he knows that EDDIE KNOWS, he’s in the wrong. not richie. “I’m sorry-” “I love you, Eddie.” “I snapped-” “Clearly.” “That was really extreme-” “You’ve always been extreme. You threw the first rock at Stonewall- I mean, Henry.” “Shut up.”

and they start smooching on this apartment floor, but it quickly turns into a frantic fuck bc MAKE UP SEX!!!! WOO WOO!!!

when richie’s in the tub and eddie’s washing his hair, they get the call and the surrogate tells them she chose one of each bc the doctor said it was a maximum of two, they’ll find out in two weeks if it worked and then later, what they’re having!

cut to a couple months later, patty comes home and slams a sonogram on the table for stan to see, and he’s fighting the biggest goofy grin, “what’s that?” “a tumor.” and ofc he’s :/ “no it’s not.” “no it’s not!”

meanwhile, eddie is pacing in his apartment while richie lies on the floor and the surrogate is on speaker, “I didn’t think both eggs would plant! You guys are sure you can handle two kids?”

NOW, FINALLY, CUT BACK TO MIKE. THE BELL RINGS AND HE BREATHES A HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF. ALL THE KIDS RUN OUT OF THE CLASSROOM TO THEIR PARENTS.

Emmy runs off to meet her mom and dad, Patty and Stan Uris

Elton and Cher are hoisted up by their dads, Richie and Eddie

the four of them wave to their old friend, Mike

the end :3

[vampfucker666]

Round 1: Beaker

I unfortunately only really got a few screenshots while playing this round, despite some interesting things happening! This was my first round getting back into playing TS2 seriously and I’m still trying to find the balance between playing in a way that’s fun for me *cough micromanaging cough*, letting the sims do things by themselves, and actually grabbing screenshots. Anyway, here’s the writeup!

The rotation length I chose to do for this was 1 season, this first one was maybe a little long since I obviously included the last day of summer but I’m not concerned about aging being accurate right now. I have a lifespan mod in place so this group of maxis premades are going to be a little fucked anyway.

So, the maxis scenario for this lot starts off: get Circe in a good mood for her promotion. Really I’m not sure if you can mess this up too badly, but her needs were filled a bit and she was sent off to work after plonking down a few cactuses by the carpool in an attempt to make her environment need higher. I believe Loki went to work this day as well, and Nervous was left alone in the house. The first time I played this lot a few months back, I pretty much immediately moved him out and bulldozed that horrible pit he sleeps in, but this time I basically had some rules in place that he couldn’t directly invite anyone over and he couldn’t leave the lot. I avoided his aspiration failure this time and tried to fill some of his wants. One was to become best friends with Pascal, and he actually walked on by I believe that day!

Nervous said hello to the baby,

and proceeded to pummel a pregant man with a football. Ah, Nervous still has his ugly sandals in these photos :) I downloaded some replacement textures after this,  and while I’m not completely happy with them they are a great improvement to the jeans-and-dad-sandals look.

Nervous also discovered his One True Hobby, Sports! Definitely not my favorite for sims, but at this point I’m not sure exactly which hobbies I do and don’t like, so I will be reserving MOST of my judgement for now. Circe and Loki both have Science as their OTH iirc. Completely unsurprising,and it works well with their careers :)

I at some point decided to poke around the secondary aspirations/aspiration benefits tab. I never had freetime when I was younger, so  I went to read about them some more and someone had discussed giving Nervous the grilled cheese secondary aspiration. I though this would be a great idea! He lasted two days with it until I reset his shit with the ReNuYu SensoOrb. He had gotten completely obsessed with cheese. Someday I’ll have a grilled cheese sim but today was not that goddamn day.

Anyway, Circe and Loki were both working on their skills to advance in their careers. They have the career skill-building objects in their home, and the season was fall, so it was going pretty well. I should mention my season setup in Strangetown is Summer-Fall-Spring-Summer :) Fall is by far my favorite season  in-game due to it’s skill boosting. I’m an impatient man! Circe got a GREAT chance card and earned $10,000 in one swoop. I remodeled their castle a bit with some things from university and one of the store packs, and then Loki then had a want to stargaze. If my sim is going to be doing something recreational then by god it’s going to be boosting their skills. The expensive telescope raises Logic faster if the Prima guide is to be believed, so I replaced their existing cheap one with the more expensive one. I knew full well he could get abducted with it but I wanted Loki and Circe to have kids anyway, and I didn’t think the abduction odds were actually THAT high.

Loki got abducted within a few hours.

I have no pictures of his waddly self, save this one from when he went to steal the Curious brother’s special hi-tech invisible newspaper

Perhaps I’ll get more photos of him all pregnant, but he doesn’t seem the type to get invited over anywhere so it’ll depend on if he decides he needs even more of his neighbor’s papers.

Loki kept getting sick from the biotech station. Sick AND pregnant. It was completely terrible. I was happy to mostly set Nervous and, when she was home, Circe, skilling so I could watch Loki throw up a million times, and get sick AGAIN while trying to make medicine. He was never in danger of dying due to my micromanaging but he’s the only one who knows how to cook in the house so we had grilled cheese sandwiches for a while...

I converted that useless second bedroom in the Beaker Castle to a nursery that was expensive but ugly. Loki and Circe should be expecting their cosmic baby on the next round! I do plan on getting Circe pregnant at some point as well, but I worry about taking her away from her career. I usually have my pregnant sims skill to hell during this time but there’s only so much you can do, and you can’t get promoted without showing up to work!

The last point of note, was that when I had Nervous check Pascal out (I was just curious!) this happened IMMEDIATELY afterwards

Nervous basically rolled a want to get engaged right after THIS, but I wanted to take a little bit more time with everything so they’ll probably get married after Pascal’s baby grows up a little bit. I’d like to try to have an actual wedding party. It should be interesting if both Loki and Vidcund are there!

And that should be all for the Beakers this round :) In short, Loki is pregnant, Nervous has a partner, and Circe is movin’ on up! I’m dreading the nanny but perhaps I’ll try to combine Loki and Circe’s vacation days together so the poor thing won’t get trapped in the high chair.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Valdemar: 

*They can’t belive it actually worked, and now cannot stop claiming the miracle of the new step of human evolution coming up thanks to your fertile womb (also calls it “the perfect balance between magic an science” but nevermind).

*Despite the fact they’re a good doctor (which means you’ll get all the propper cautions during and after the pregnancy) as a parent they’re... utterly lost.

*The good news is you’re gonna have quiet nights ‘cause Val doesn’t need to sleep so they’ll “take care” of the baby... in the dungeons... Perhaps it’s not a good idea but at least they’re not trying to pacify their child with the first tool they have near... or they do?

*Wants their baby to be intelligent, so instead of lullabies and child tales, they’ll read the Vademecum (Pharmacy antologies) and other of their old Medicine books.

*When the baby’s first teeth show off, they almost cry in happiness: it’s a tiny, lovely... pointy fang (you better stop the breastfeeding).

Volta:

*If you’re the one having the baby, Volta becomes the most lovely, tender and protective lil’ woman in the world. She’ll literally fight for you and the baby (and she can be really vicious, BTW).

*Gives you all the snacks you need during pregnancy, even those that aren’t easily available. 

*But she cannot stop crying when the labor starts. Seeing you in that pain makes her anxious and cannot be present at the birth because she’s doing such a mess.

*Her motherly side finally shows off and she’s the best partner, doing half the work with you. Her favorite part is bathing the baby, she cannot stop gently pinching the feet and hands of the little one.

*If she’s the one who’s pregnant, she’s the most fragile creature on Earth. Cries over everything, needs more food than usual (Vesuvia’s going to bankrupt because of it, probably) and needs a lot of love from you.

Vlastomil:

*When you tell him you’re going to give him a baby he’s like, what, a baby? He already has like 10! (...yup, he’s thinking of worms).

*But when he gets it, goes very happy and excited. He’s not a huge fan of children but what the hell, is YOUR baby, which means it’s also HIS baby.

*You’ll have to warn him about letting the baby alone with the worms and the rest of the bugs. He’s frustrated for that (wanted to share his hobby with his heir so much) but accepts the command.

*Sings and does hand plays for the baby, all the time. And wants to carry them to show everyone how wonderful his heir is.

*...Will try to give them a weird name, probably something based on the scientifical names of worms and maggots. 

Valerius:

*Maybe he seems cold as usual, but his heart beats very fast at the sound of your voice announcing the pregnancy. At last, one creature in this world that’s his, and to get it better, it’s also yours.

*You think Volta was the most ferocius during her s/o pregnancy? Get out the way, this man’s gonna throw through the window to whoever bothers you. And goes the same for the poor doctor who attends your labor, if something happens to you or the child the guy’s gonna hang from the highest tower of the palace.

*He’s half scared half disgusted by children. Never sure how to even take a baby in his arms, nor clean them when they... well, have their needs, and it’s asking you the whole time to do it because he’s truly affraid of doing something wrong (but his pride won’t let him admit it).

*Wants his baby to have the best of the best. The softest cottom diapers, the most superb craddle, gowns with small stones and golden laces... you’ll have to put some limits if you don’t want your child growing up as a selfish little prince/princess.

*But in the end he enjoys sharing time with you and the child. It’s the first time in a long, long time, he has something tender and just for him.

Vulgora:

*Has divided opinions about babies . They think babies are like “funny little people” but thinks pregnancy is “the thing that can make a strong, wonderful woman into a poor kitten”. And they’ll voice this to you.

*Don’t get them wrong, they like the idea of a child but just... they think you’re unable to do the most simple things on your day and will try to do it for you or send a crew of servants to look upon you.

*When the moment has come, the doctor has to make someone take them out of the room because they’re making everyone nervous with their yelling. This is a very complicated labor not because of the baby but because of them trying to climb the outside walls and reach the room from the window.

*And finally, the baby is delivered, and they hold them (claws and all because f*ck children security) with the most proud smile and almost throws a “Lion king” scene trying to show the baby to everybody.

*They also have a bad hand for babies. Will need from you to feed the baby with a bottle and of course, change the diapers (they hate this and demmand to know why can’t you just ask a servant to do it for you) and more, but they always hector about how “funny” the babies are and how they’ll eventually find their way into this parenthood... maybe.

[inevitablies]

It hasn’t been like this since just after Bucharest. When things were freer, and the pressures they faced were that of stressful jobs and overly cheery bosses. But it was different then. Excited and fast-paced, the thrill of twelve years of lost time to be caught up on, exploring every part of their new relationship.

It’s different now. For the first time in sixteen years they’re completely out of sync. She knows how to make a home in his arms as well as he knows how to hold her but the missing time has taken its toll. She hates the betraying voice in the back of her mind telling her that she married a different man. He doesn’t want to tell her what happened because he doesn’t want to hear about what happened during the gap in his memories. The blank spot in which her version of himself was with her. He doesn’t want to hear about him. The way her heart broke, he sees it in her eyes.

Daisy pulled him aside after he got back and held him tight- possibly tighter than Mack.

“Yeah, missed you too.”

“I don’t know what we would have done- I can’t lose you.”

He swallowed dryly. He doesn’t like seeing Daisy cry. He misses when he first met her, when she smiled and laughed and made goofy jokes and never once imagined that her life could change this much in so little time.

She looks at him and searches for any trace of the boy with the untucked plaid shirts and curly hair who had a puppy crush on her for about five seconds all those years ago. They seem like two entirely different people.

“If you hadn’t come back,”

“I know,” he said, not wanting to hear it.

She shook her head. “No. Jemma wouldn’t have made it. She was going mad, Fitz. It was like I lost my two best friends at once.”

“I’m here. I’m home.” It’s a mantra that’s been playing in his head since he got back to earth, grounding him, even when it felt fake.

“This isn’t home. We deserve- you deserve a real home. We can’t keep living like this.”

She’s right.

“Fitz?” Jemma calls.

“Go.” Daisy pushes him away lightly. In a different context, on another day it would be playful. “She needs you.”

Still, as appreciated as it is, the sex is just another way to avoid talking about it.

He doesn’t know how to talk to her without reminding her of the husband that she lost, that she can’t ever get back, and she doesn’t know how to make it so that he isn’t obsessed with that other version of himself. Communication was their gift. So in tune they could read each other’s minds. It’s not that they’ve forgotten how to, but that they’re both resistant. Neither wants to be the one to start the talk, dredge up all that pain and anger again just to relive it. But they know how to do this. They know how to wrap around each other until they forget everything but the sensation of being in each other’s embrace and they can pretend that everything is normal. That if they open their eyes the sun will be streaming in the bedroom window and they’ll be living a nice, normal life, some farfetched fantasy that they could believe in just a few years ago. The idea of running away together feels so out of reach, but every moment they spend in the grips of near-death, saving the world exhausts them a little more.

She sometimes thinks that she’s given all she has to give and if all they can do for the rest of their lives is hold each other just so, that would be good. Honor and duty are all fine and good, but at a certain point, it’s all moot. She’s not sure precisely when the line was crossed, but it’s been years too long. They need to leave.

They can’t leave.

He doesn’t want to think about it. With her in his arms, snuggled tight in the warmth of their bed (not the one he remembers, from the Playground, but she’s comfortable there, and where ever she is becomes home) he briefly entertains the notion of just, staying. Just like this. They’ll take Deke up on his offer, let him buy them a castle, two, three castles. He’s made enough to support them for the rest of their lives if they don’t do a thing, and he does sort of owe them for his existence. They could raise a family. Or not, he’s not sure whether they can handle that at this point, after all they’ve been through.

(There’s always been an unspoken agreement that eventually, inevitably, Simmons will discover she’s pregnant and they’ll freak out before fading into awe and pride and jubilation and they’ll stay at Shield for a bit but by the time she’s showing they’ll be settling into a cottage in Perthshire, somewhere where his mum and her parents can visit and the team can drop by to say hi, meet the baby, and then hop back on the jet and go back to saving the world. They could even put in a home laboratory in the basement. Or they could swear off science altogether and devote the rest of their lives to breakfast in bed and being the sort of parents that will raise a daughter that won’t marry the sort of a man who will cause her to eventually have a child that will turn out like Deke.)

But that was always in the future. A set of decisions made easy by a swift-approaching deadline and their commitment to their little family. They’ve lost their direction, unable to make the decisions to take themselves out of the equation, to safety, when it’s only their lives at risk. Their futures. No one wants to make the next move, not when everything around them is falling apart. Let this be a constant. Let them be the constant. They’ll stay because they’ve always stayed, and always will.

This is familiar. No version of them doesn’t know how to do this, doesn’t know how to seek each other out and hold them until their minds don’t have to force the world to make any sense because the world fades to the background, and only they are left. Because of course they are. They’ll always be left with each other. That’s the promise, the vow so sacred that saying it aloud does nothing to lessen it. A truth, so fundamental and constant it might as well be taught in the courses they took at the academy, right next to the laws of thermodynamics. They know it to be true, and so it is. Obviously.

They’ll always find their way back to each other, because how could they not? As the world falls apart around them and they struggle to speak they know that they will end up with each other, whatever it takes.