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tanuandthetriplets · 1 year ago
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mpregstuff · 22 days ago
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Powerful Pregnant Fitness Journey | In a gym buzzing with energy, a 20-year-old pregnant man is demonstrating the true meaning of strength. At nine months pregnant with triplets, he pushes the limits of conventional fitness by lifting weights and maintaining impeccable form. Clad in a fitted long-sleeve shirt that showcases his remarkable belly, he’s not just defying stereotypes but embracing a groundbreaking journey. Between sets, he takes a moment to rub his lower back, a reminder of the incredible changes his body is undergoing. Surrounded by gym equipment and mirrors, he embodies the fusion of strength and vulnerability. This is not just a story of working out; it’s a celebration of resilience and empowerment in the face of challenges. Step aside, traditional norms—this fitness journey is redefining what it means to be strong. More images are also available at https://mpregstuff.com.
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finelinefae · 1 year ago
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the aviator [pilot!harry x teacher!yn]
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synopsis: It’s the 1950s. Harry is the best pilot on the Air Force base and y/n is a teacher at a nursery.
word count: 8.5k
contains: fluff, flirting, opposites attract, bad boy/good girl dynamic, Harry has a southern accent, alcohol, smoking, allusions to childhood trauma
This is part 1 of a new series that will probably have 3-ish parts !!
. . .
Offutt Air Force Base, situated in Omaha, Nebraska, housed thousands of civilians working in or connected to the military.  People living in the nearby town would often hear the loud plane engines as they take off and land on the runway. They’d look out the windows of their home and see spitfires piloted by men undergoing training, executing missions, or just having a good time, even when they technically weren’t given permission. 
“Wah Hooo!” The spitfire trembled as it finally landed on solid ground. Harry braced himself for the landing, pushing himself back against his seat to stop himself from jolting around. He did his best to hide his smile and remain nonchalant as he heard the familiar voices yelp in excitement as he landed the aircraft. 
He removed his helmet and pushed the canopy of the cockpit open, leaping down and getting familiar with feeling the solid ground beneath his feet after being in the air. Two figures ran up to him, flailing their arms and screeching in excitement, “Tha’s what I’m talking about!” Harry opened his arms, unable to stop himself from laughing the two men almost knocked him over as they joined in a group hug. 
“You flew her like a champ, H. Never seen anything like that in my life.” Harry looked into two sets of eyes an identical colour to his own. 
Standing in front of him were his two brothers, Sonny and George. All three of them were pilots in the military and had been since they left school to sign up after the War. There wasn’t too much age difference between them which was probably one of the reasons the brothers were so close.  Harry was the oldest, just over a year senior to George, who happened to be taller despite being the middle child, and Sonny was the youngest.
“Yeah well, she still needs some work. One of her engine cylinders is faulty.” The three of them walked side by side towards the maintenance shed. Despite their differences in height, anyone would assume the three brothers were triplets from how similar they looked. Most people on base knew them for their signature sea-glass green eyes and their brown hair. 
“Oh I’ll go and tell Ruddy, he might still be here.” Sonny ran ahead 
“Oh and Sonny,” Harry called for his younger brother, “Good job.” Harry winked at his younger brother, referring to his work on the plane he had just flown. In response, Sonny straightened his shoulders and smiled feeling proud after receiving a compliment from his older brother. 
Harry and George both lit a cigarette each, pausing outside the door to the warehouse to smoke together. “I opened up a letter this morning from Ma.” George exhaled, smoke escaping past his lips. 
Harry tried not to show his annoyance, “Wha’d she say?” He grumbled.
“She misses us… All of us and she wants us to stop by, come visit for dinner one day maybe.” George explained.
“Is she still with that old bastard?” Harry looked up at his younger brother.
George nodded, “Last time I heard.”
“Then we’re not going, none of us are.” Harry thought back to the last time he had allowed himself and his siblings to visit his mother. It was going well in the beginning, she’d cooked them up a roast pork and engaged in conversation, until their Father came home. It wasn’t long into their visit before they left the house and Sonny had gone home with a black eye whilst Harry had to get his hand stitched up at a hospital on the journey back.
Harry had grown up in Dallas, Texas, in a tacky old house that barely stood upright just on the outside of town. Whilst his Father was out working on a ranch somewhere and getting pissed up every night, Harry would spend most of his days keeping the house together whilst tending to his younger siblings. His mother was often somewhere in the house - nobody knew exactly what she was doing, since she wasn’t exactly all there half the time - but she was there.
Every visit they made back home was a reminder as to why they had entered the military in the first place. Whenever their mother would send them a letter, it was either because she wanted something or wanted them to come home so she could ask for that same something in person. The last time Harry had bought his siblings home was the first time in years. He thought his mother would be different yet he had no idea why - she was still letting that old man walk around as if he was the one who kept the house from falling. 
“Sonny and I agreed you’re picking up Elise from nursery by the way,” George smirked, chucking his cigarette on the ground and putting it out with his foot. 
“You and Sonny agreed that?” Harry frowned, receiving a nod from his brother, “I’ve been flying all day and y’ still want me to go pick up the baby?”
George clapped his older brother on the shoulder, “We’ve both got to help out in the warehouse this evening and besides, you’re Offutt's best pilot, I think you can handle picking up a two-year-old on the way home.” 
Harry didn’t have time to argue with his brother as he stepped into the warehouse. He let out a deep sigh and took one puff of his cigarette before throwing it to the ground. He put his flight cap on his head to cover his messy hair and straightened his aviator jacket, walking towards the nursery. 
. . .
“How have you found your first day Y/N?” Midge, one of the other nursery workers asked as they stood at the sink together to wash up some of the paint pots a few of the kids had been playing with in the afternoon. 
“It’s been wonderful, Midge.” Y/N grinned. Although she was tired, she also felt ecstatic to finally be working again after months of searching for a new job.  She had always been good with children thanks to her older sister having a kid of her own for her to babysit now and then. So when the opportunity arose to work a well-paying job at a nursery on the military base, she couldn’t pass it up. They’d even offer her free accommodation and discounted food for groceries which was perfect considering she didn’t have much of any of those things when she was living alone.
“I expect most of the kids will be getting picked up soon,” Midge glanced at the clock, “Everyone will be returning from work.”
Y/N hadn’t expected pick up time at the nursery to be so busy but fathers and mothers bustled in to pick up their children to take them home all at once. Once the majority of the kids had been picked up, Y/N glanced around to see the mess that had been left from the day that she’d have to clean up by herself. Her shoulders dropped as she landed on a small figure, realising she wasn’t completely alone yet. 
“Elise, what are you doing?” Y/N smiled at the tiny girl playing in the corner, she was picking up picture books and flicking through them as if she were actually reading them. Y/N crouched down in front of the small toddler, “Are you enjoying those?” 
Elise just grinned, picking something up with her small fingers and trying to put it in her mouth. Her brown, curly ringlets were no longer in uneven bunches like they had been this morning and her overalls were covered in food and paint stains. Y/N picked up the two-year-old to place in her lap, “Shall we read something before your dad comes to get you?” Elise babbled a reply. 
Halfway through their fifth book, Elise was near enough asleep on Y/N’s lap. It had already been an hour since all of the other children went home and it wouldn’t be long before the sun would set. Y/N carefully picked Elise up so her head was on her shoulder and it was comfy enough to sleep as she stepped towards the telephone to see if Elise’s father was coming to pick her up. 
As her hand went to pick up the telephone, a voice stopped her, “Hello?” It was deep and southern and husky like he had just smoked a cigarette or two, “I’m here to pick up Elise.” 
Y/N turned around, and her breath caught in her throat as she spotted a tall figure leaning casually against the door frame. He wore a brown leather aviator jacket and grey trousers, with his flight cap tucked under his arm. His piercing green eyes, similar to Elise's, met hers, framed by brown curly hair. An unlit cigarette dangled from his lips. 
Y/N had never seen anyone like him in her entire life. 
“Y-yes,” She cleared her throat and forced her eyes to look away from his intense gaze. She stood and walked over to where he stood by the door with Elise in his arms, “You must be Elise’s father.” 
“M her brother,” He corrected. 
“Excuse me?” Y/N wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly, too busy gawking at him to actually pay attention. 
“M Elise’s brother, one out of three of her brothers to be exact.” He repeated, his eyes glancing at the sleeping girl Y/N was holding. 
“O-oh,” She blushed, “My bad, you look so similar I thought you were her father.”
“Easy mistake,” Harry smirked, “Would you like me to take her from you?” 
“Yes, of course,” Y/N gently removed Elise from her and passed her to Harry.
“There we go,” He cooed as Elise whimpered at the sudden movement, “There’s m’ little Elise.” 
Y/N thought her ovaries might explode as she watched the pilot interact with the small girl in his arms, making sure she was comfortable enough so she could remain asleep. “Are you new here ma’am?” Harry spoke his focus now back on Y/N.
“Yes actually, today’s my first day here,” She explained. 
“No wonder, I ain’t ever seen y’ around the place. How’re you liking it so far?” 
“I’ve only been here a couple of days but it’s been nice. Working here at the nursery has been lovely too,” 
“Yeah?” Harry’s lips curled, “I hope this one hasn’t been giving y’ much trouble. She can be a little devil with my younger brothers.” 
Y/N immediately shook her head, “No, she’s been lovely honestly. Think I spent most of the day with Elise out of all the other children.” 
Y/N noticed how Harry focused on her face as she spoke to him, every now and then his eyes would dart to her lips and then back up to meet her eyes, “Y got any friends here?” 
She paused, “Any friends?” 
“Yeah, you know,” He half smiled, it felt almost flirty but maybe Y/N was just imagining it, “People y’ like to hang out with.”
“Uh yeah, I share a house with a few of the girls who work in various places around the base. I get along with most of them and the ladies who work here at the nursery too.” Y/N explained, cringing at how awkward she was and how she’d probably be replaying this conversation back later only to die of embarrassment of all the things she said. 
“Y’ know there’s a dance down at the community centre this Friday, y’ should come, oh and invite some of those friends of yours too.” 
“Oh I don’t know, I think I’m working this Friday and-” 
“A lot of my buddies who I fly with go there sometimes - a good time they said. It might be a good chance to meet some of the people here,” He shrugged, “Could offer y’ a dance or two if you’d like.” 
Y/N wondered if all this was really happening right now or if she was just so tired that she was hallucinating, “O-okay,”
Harry grinned, a dimple carving into his cheek, “Well alright then,”
“Alright then,” Y/N tried to keep her smile at bay as she took it as his queue to leave. She kept the door open so he could easily step out as he walked backwards with Elise in his arms and his eyes still on Y/N even as he said nothing. 
“So I’ll see y’ at the dance?” 
“Maybe,” Y/N shrugged, even though she had already decided she was most definitely going to the dance. 
“Alright, maybe I’ll see y’ at the dance then,” Harry responded with a light, amused chuckle. 
Y/N watched as he turned his back and began to walk down the dirt road until he stopped briefly and spun around, “I didn’t catch y’name by the way,” He called out to her.
Y/N cupped her mouth, “It’s Y/N,”
“Y/N,” He said the name like he was testing how it sounded, “M Harry. Hey, I better see y’ at that dance Y/N, I don’t handle rejection all that well.” Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.
“I can believe that,” She yelled back.
“I’d say goodbye but I wanna see y’ at that dance so I’ll say goodnight instead.” Harry said with a casual salute before turning and continuing down the road.
Y/N shut the door and leaned against it, clutching her hands over her chest in complete disbelief. Her sister had warned her the pilots on the base would be young men near enough her own age and that she ought to be careful hanging around them. However, her sister hadn’t warned her that a man like Harry would stumble over to her workplace to pick up his sister and invite her to a dance on Friday night.
Y/N quickly cleaned up the nursery, shoving things into boxes and wiping down the tables, before grabbing her coat and running down the road to her house.
On every street on the housing estate, there was a row of houses that all looked the same but were owned by different types of people. Some had big families all living under one roof, others were men who lived alone. Y/N’s house was the first house on the street. It was a traditionally designed home with a pitched roof, a small front porch and symmetrical windows. She shared it with three other girls who all worked different jobs across the Air Force base. 
The sun had already set by the time she entered the house. All the lights were turned on and the gentle music of Buddy Holly sounded from the living room. Y/N kicked off her heels and hung up her coat, walking to the living room where Patsy and Molly were lounging on the couch. Molly had Patsy’s foot in her lap as she painted her toenails a wine red. 
Y/N collapsed on the couch next to Molly, “What’s wrong? Work not go so well?” Molly inquired.
“No,” Y/N huffed, resting her head on Molly’s shoulder, “It was wonderful.”
“Well, what’s got you so blue Peggy Sue,” Patsy questioned, her tone playful. She was reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. 
“A man came into work after everybody left to pick up one of the girls, Elise.” Y/N clarified. 
“You mean Elise Styles?” Molly asked. 
Y/N sat up, “Yes, you know her?” 
“Just about every woman on this base knows her. She’s the Styles’ little sister.” Molly explained, “We’ve all had to babysit her at least once for those brothers.” 
“Yeah and neither of us will be doing it again,” Patsy piped up, as if reminding Molly. 
“Oh, you must know Harry then,” Molly paused, shoving Patsy’s foot off of her lap and turning to face Y/N.
“Is he the man you’re sighing over?” Patsy’s magazine fell to the floor as she too stopped to listen. 
Y/N furrowed her brows, confused by their reaction, “Y-yes, what about him?”
“What about him?” Molly stood, grabbing a cigarette from the packet on the coffee table and lighting it up, “Y/N you oughta be careful around all three of those brothers but especially Harry.”
“What do you mean?” Y/N glanced at Patsy who nodded in agreement with Molly. 
“That boy is not good news. He’s Offutt’s best pilot and he thinks that gives him the right to go around sniffing out every woman that steps foot onto this base.” Y/N frowns, watching as Molly begins to pace back and forth, “He didn’t ask you to go out with him did he?”
“Well he asked me to the dance on Friday. The one at the community centre.” 
“Oh, I bet he did!’ Molly exclaimed, “Listen Y/N, I’m telling you this because I don’t want any trouble for you. That boy is no good, he’s slept with half the ladies residing here and even the wives too I bet! He asked Patsy to go out to dinner with him one night and stood her up to go see another woman.”
Y/N glanced at Patsy, “He was flirting with two different women inbetween the moment he asked and our date a week later.” She added. 
“That’s right. Y/N darlin’, we shoulda warned y’ before y’ stepped foot out of this house this morning. Those Styles brothers will mess you around and leave y’ lonely for sport. You’re too nice to deserve all of that.” 
Y/N's shoulders slumped, “But he seemed so… nice.” Y/N pictured Harry with Elise and how gentle he was with her. 
“He’s not a bad person Y/N but when it comes to women, there’s no guessing what that man turns into.”
“Everyone’s heard plenty of things about why they came here too. If you ask me, his home wasn’t exactly a perfect example to him.” Patsy said.
“Well, whatever reason, best stay away from him.” Molly finished. 
Y/N heaved a sigh, “So I shouldn’t go to the dance on Friday?”
“Oh no, we’ll go to the dance. Harry’s not the only fine, young pilot on base I’ll tell you that.” Molly smirked and Patsy cheered with excitement at the thought of going out Friday night. 
Y/N attempted to smile, but she couldn't shake off the sadness upon realising that the man she had met earlier in the evening wasn't as kind as she had initially believed. Molly fell back onto the couch next to her and put an arm around her shoulders, “Cheer up sweet cheeks. I’m sure plenty of men will want to take you out after this dance.” 
Y/N managed a weak smile, grateful for Molly's comforting presence. "Thanks, Molly," she murmured, leaning into her friend's embrace.
"Yeah, plenty of fish in the sea, darlin'. You'll find one that's worth your time." Patsy chimed in.
Feeling a bit more reassured by her friends' words, Y/N nodded. "You're right. I can’t let one bad apple ruin my night."
Molly squeezed her shoulder affectionately. "That's the spirit! Now let's focus on having a great time at the dance. We can tell you about some of the other fellas who live here too."
With her friends' support, Y/N felt an inkling of hope return. She might have been disappointed by one man, but she wasn't about to let it dampen her spirits for the rest of the evening. She was glad she told her friends about her interaction with Harry and now she was left with one rule stitched into the back of her mind.
Keep away from Harry Styles. 
. . .
The night sky was clear enough to see the stars glittering against the pitch-black backdrop. A soft, gentle breeze flowed through the air as Harry lay back on the swinging chair on the front porch of the house he shared with his three brothers. 
This was his favourite time of day when it was completely silent and the air was cool and crisp. He didn’t like the nights so much when he was living with his parents. After midnight, or sometimes just before, his father would come in through the backdoor stinking the place up with alcohol and waking everyone up with his nightly rampages. 
Nowadays, the nighttime was the most relaxing part of the day and Harry savoured every second of it. He often finds himself sat out on the porch after putting Elise to bed. He’d smoke a cigarette or two, and maybe play his guitar a little bit. 
Tonight felt a little different though. Whilst his brothers were upstairs trying to put a fussy Elise to bed after she’d napped when he brought her home from nursery, he came outside and could think of nothing but the woman he found holding his little sister in her arms. 
Harry knew everyone on base the same way they knew him. He recognised faces easily and had at least one brief encounter with everyone he met in passing. However, the face he had met for the first time this evening was unfamiliar and new. 
Her features were delicate and angelic, with large doe eyes that held a hint of shyness to them. A soft, rosy blush adorned her cheeks and her lips were full and plush that he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of them. Her movements were gentle and her voice was airy and sweet, Harry thought of her stuttering and the way she’d blush whenever she spoke. He hadn’t seen anything like her in his life - he wasn’t a religious or spiritual person but, at that moment, he was pretty sure an angel had landed right in front of his very eyes. 
Even her name sounded as though it came from some kind of mythical text - one full of beauty and purity, love and light. 
Harry wasn’t the purist of men, far from it. He had slept in the beds of women he couldn’t remember the name of and indulged in his fair share of reckless behaviour. But in the presence of Y/N, he felt an unfamiliar stirring within him, a sense of longing tugging at his heartstrings. He didn’t know what it was and he wasn’t so sure he was ready to find out yet. 
He lit a cigarette with a matchstick and exhaled into the air, tendrils of smoke dancing above him. The sound of footsteps thudding inside of the house as someone walked downstairs, broke the silence he had been basking in. 
The door swung open and George stepped out, “Finally managed to get Elise to settle down though it took a whole round of nursery rhymes. Sonny’s still up there now, he’s afraid she’ll wake up again if he stops singing.” George took a cigarette from the pack Harry had in his pocket, “I thought you told those ladies at the nursery not to let her nap before she comes home.” 
“I did,” Harry spoke, his voice husky. 
“What? They didn’t listen to y’?” George chuckled. 
“There’s a new worker. I’ll let her know next time I see her.” Harry hadn’t wanted to tell Y/N that Elise wasn’t allowed to sleep so late in the afternoon because it was harder to get her to go to bed at night. He didn’t seem to have the heart to as he watched her hold the small girl in her arms. 
George scoffed, “A new worker? Is she a knockout at least?” 
Harry didn’t reply, instead asking,  “What do y’ think about the three of us going to the dance at the Community Centre on Friday?” 
George laughed until he realised his brother wasn’t laughing with him, “You’re serious?” 
The door swung open again and out stepped Sonny, “I swear if that baby wakes up, you two can sit in there and dance circles around her singing Miss Muffet for all I care. I ain’t doing that again.” He wiped his brow with the back of his hand, “Can y’ pass me a cigarette, George?” 
George handed the cigarette to Sonny, “Hey Sonny, Harry wants to know if we’ll go to the dance at the Community Centre this Friday.”
Sonny chuckled but that quickly went away, “Oh shit really?”
“Yeah tha’s what I thought,” George said.
“You got your eye on someone Harry?” Sonny spoke, “Is it that girl from the med centre? She sure is something.”
Harry sat up and turned to face his two brothers, “No, it’s not that,” He lied, “Jus’ thought we could go do something other than sit around and drink at the bar.” 
“But the dance?” Sonny quirked a brow, “You hate dances.”
“I never said that,” Harry said, even though he always made it known how much he hated the dances they held every Friday night. 
“No, I definitely think I remember y’ saying dances were for people who wanted to get laid but couldn’t,” George spoke, backing up his younger brother who nodded in agreement. 
“Alright,” Harry held his hands up, “Alright maybe I did say that. C’mon, what are you, Gunther and Francis? Sit down the pair of you.” They followed their older brother's orders, sitting on the seats opposite him. “Maybe there is a girl.” He sighed.
“Oh yeah?” Sonny smirked.
“Yeah, little shit,” Harry chuckled, “So if you could both do me a favour and get yourselves cleaned up Friday night because we’re going to a shitty dance and I won’t be having either of y’ covered in grease and soot.”
“Okay, alright, H.” George took a puff of his cigarette, “But you’re paying for drinks after.”  Harry shook his head, unable to suppress a chuckle.
. . .
Y/N stood in front of her bedroom mirror when Friday night rolled around. She had left the nursery in a hurry, needing as much time as possible to get ready for the dance at the Community Centre. She had been wracked with nerves all week, knowing there was a high chance she would see Harry there and she’d have to do her best to ignore him like Molly had told her to. 
She had picked out her outfit the night before. It was one of her best dresses- a lovely duck egg blue, satin fabric with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neckline that showed off her decolletage. From the waist, the skirt flowed down in a full, flared A-line silhouette, gently swaying with every step. She wore white low heels on her feet and decided to carry a small purse with her too. 
Most of her time in the evening was spent on her hair and makeup. Y/N had almost used an entire can of hairspray to ensure her hair would stay intact the whole night. Molly had even given her a French manicure the night before and she spent the whole day at the nursery trying her best not to ruin her perfectly shaped nails. 
It had been a long time since she had put this much effort into going somewhere and it was all for a measly dance. There would be many other pretty girls who had spent more or less time on dressing up who probably had a better chance of catching the eye of a man than Y/N did. Yet she wasn’t hoping for the attention of just any man. 
Even though Molly and Patsy had warned her of Harry’s nature, she couldn’t stop thinking about Harry. The way his eyes sparkled when he smiled and the sound of his voice as he spoke in that deep, southern drawl. Every time she thought of going to the dance, he would appear in her mind. Maybe she didn’t necessarily want anything from him but she wanted to at least catch his eye enough to make a lasting impression on him. 
Y/N applied a little more powder to her nose and did one final check in the mirror. She straightened her shoulders, “This will have to do,” She muttered, grabbing her purse. 
Patsy and Molly were already downstairs drinking margaritas and listening to Frank Sinatra on the record player. “Oh and another one comes to join us,” Molly grinned, wearing a navy, spotty dress with a red belt wrapped around her small waist. 
“What took you so long?” Patsy grinned, pouring a drink in a martini glass and handing it to Y/N.
“O-oh no thank you, I don’t drink.” Y/N shook her head and forced a smile out of politeness.
“What? You don’t?” Patsy replied like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 
“Oh c’mon! Just one little sip - liquid courage and all that.” Molly took the glass from Patsy to give to Y/N who forced herself to take it from her. She held the glass to her lips, taking one small sip and feeling a tiny burn from the alcohol. 
“Good right?” Molly smirked, lighting a cigarette and holding the packet open to Y/N. 
“No thank you, I don’t smoke either.” Y/N laughs nervously. 
“Fair enough,” Molly shrugs, passing the pack over to Patsy who happily takes one for herself. 
Y/N places her drink on the table, knowing she won’t be touching it again. “We’ll be heading out in a moment, we’re just waiting on one more.” As if she could hear them talking about her, footsteps thumped down the stairs and into the living room.
Y/N’s eyes widened when her eyes landed on the tall, blonde standing in the doorway. She was wearing a black dress with a neckline that showed off her bust and a tight waistline that accentuated her curves. The strands of her golden, blonde hair were tied back into a high ponytail with her fringe perfectly curled. She wore red lipstick on her plump lips which made the blue in her eyes even brighter than they already were. 
“You’ve been in your room for hours, Nancy,” Patsy whined. 
“Yes well, I don’t just plan on getting wasted tonight Patsy.” Nancy retorted. 
Nancy was Y/N's other housemate, but Y/N didn't know her as well as she knew Patsy and Molly. Even though they lived together, Nancy seemed a bit distant compared to the latter two, who were friendly and nice. Nancy would smile politely, but she didn't say much else. Oftentimes, Y/N would get a strange feeling about Nancy like how she would make little comments that seemed to be jabs masked by forced politeness or how sometimes it felt like Nancy enjoyed pointing out Y/N's mistakes, like how she did her laundry or what groceries she bought. She wasn’t sure what she had done to upset Nancy but Y/N hoped it was just her over-thinking that made her believe she was this way and that tonight would allow them to get to know each other a little better. 
Nancy’s eyes fell on Y/N and looked her up and down, “Nice dress,” She said, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.
“Thank you,” Y/N offered her a smile but received nothing in return. 
“Alright ladies,” Molly stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray, “Let’s go catch us a few good men.”
“A few?” Patsy giggled.
“You’re right, I think a few is a little too much for this place.” Molly huffed and led the way out of the house and towards the community centre. 
Y/N could hear the live music coming from the centre as they walked down the street. Patsy and Molly were stumbling ahead, arms linked together as they laughed side by side. Y/N tried not to laugh at her friends as she walked alongside Nancy. 
“You planning on hooking up with anybody tonight?” Nancy’s voice broke the silence between them. 
“No I don’t think so,” Y/N replies. 
Nancy scoffs, “These dances are mostly for that you know, better prepare yourself when a fella tries to talk to you.”
“You think they’ll want to?” Y/N asked, hopeful.
Nancy glanced at her, “I’m sure they’ll snatch you right up those pilot boys.”
Y/N blushes, “Is there anyone you’ve got your eyes on tonight Nancy?” She liked this, conversing with Nancy. She hoped this would be the start of breaking the ice between them and maybe they could become friends eventually, or at least build acquaintances. 
Nancy smirks, “Only one.” She said nothing after that. 
The girls walked into the community centre which was already full of people from all over the airbase. A live band was playing Elvis Presley songs, the music blaring into Y/N’s ears once they stepped inside. “Any of you girls want a drink-”
“Molly is that Everett?” Patsy pointed to a man in the corner, talking to a woman. 
Molly’s face scrunched up, “I guess he’s back from Italy.”
Nancy interrupted the conversation, her eyes darting across the room like she was searching for somebody, “You girls grab something to drink, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”
“Who’s Everett?” Y/N asked Patsy as they walked towards the drinks table. 
“A guy Molly had a thing with last year,” Patsy explained.
“Yeah until he told me he was going to Italy for a year and wanted to break things off so he could get laid by an Italian woman.” Molly ranted, leading the girls to the drinks table. 
A bowl of punch resided in the centre of the table, Molly grabbed the ladle and poured them all a drink. Y/N took a sip and allowed her eyes to scan the room. Couples were dancing in the centre whilst others spoke in groups off to the side.  
Eventually, her eyes caught sight of a group of men walking through the door. Each one of them was dressed in a similar uniform, a navy blue tailored jacket and matching, fitted trousers. She watched as an entire group of them continued to flood in through the doors until the last man stepped through. 
He was wearing the same uniform as the others and his hair was gelled back with one curl falling in front of his forehead, unlike the messy curls she had seen when they first met. Y/N couldn’t help but stare as he weaved through the crowd and interacted with people as he walked past them. Everyone seemed to know him from the looks of it. He exuded confidence and bravado, people’s faces lighting up whenever he stopped to talk to them.
“Patsy?” One of the boys spoke. 
“Here we go,” Molly muttered, forcing a smile. 
A man with features that looked similar to the man Y/N had been eyeing, walked up to them with a taller man following him. “Hi Sonny,” Patsy greeted. 
“Y’ sure know how to make yourself look good when you want to,” He winked, eyeing her up and down.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Patsy put both her hands on her waist. 
“You know what I mean,” Sonny argued, realising he might have said something to offend her even though he had no idea what that might be. 
“Hi,” The taller man behind him spoke. Y/N looked up and was met with familiar green eyes except they were a little bit lighter than the ones she had seen. 
“Hi,” Y/N blushed.
“I’m George. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.” He wondered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the crowd as he spoke. 
“Y-Yes, I arrived recently actually. I just started working at the nursery.” She clarified. 
“Oh, the nursery! You must know my little sister Elise.”  Y/N’s lips turned upwards thinking of the little girl she had been spending so much time with over the last few days. Since her first day, Elise had constantly been wanting her attention whether it was to nap or play with things or read books. “You must have met my older brother then.”
“Older brother?” Y/N didn’t have enough time to register as George glanced around the room and called out his brother’s name. 
“Harry, c’mere!” He called. 
Harry’s head turned towards them in the middle of his conversation. His eyes landed on his brother until they found hers. He offered a small smile and began to walk towards them with a drink already in his hand, “This is one of the new workers at Elise’s nursery.” George introduced even though he didn’t really need to. 
“Yes, we’ve already met,” Harry said and Y/N thought she might melt into a puddle on the floor at the sound of his voice. “Hi there,”
“Hello,” Y/N smiled, shyly.
“So you came?” He teased. 
“I did.” She laughed, lightly. 
“And these are y’ friends?” He looked to Patsy and Molly who were bickering with Sonny who seemed to have said something else to offend them, George now joining in on the argument as he let Harry and Y/N talk. 
“Yeah, they’re my friends,” Y/N said, feeling nervous under his gaze. But despite her nerves, she couldn't deny the thrill of being the focus of his attention.
“Good to know,” He murmured, “Y come here with anyone else?” 
"Um, no, just the girls from my house," Y/N stuttered, feeling a rush of nerves as Harry's gaze lingered on her. "I don't know that many people. Other than the girls I live with and the ones from the nursery, who are all lovely, by the way," she added, her words tumbling out in a nervous ramble.
Harry grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement at her flustered state. "You know me too," he stated, his tone playful as he leaned in closer. 
Y/N gulped the air she breathed just as the lights in the centre dimmed. The fast-paced music began to slow down and couples gathered to the dance floor to slow dance together. “Y wanna dance with me Y/N?” Harry asked. 
“I-I’m not very good at it,” Y/N smiled sheepishly, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. It was impossible to resist the charm that radiated from him.
He held out the palm of his hand and Y/N’s lips parted as she glanced down at it, “S just swaying tha’s all. Think y’ can do that?” 
Y/N hesitantly nodded, her pulse quickening as Harry's long fingers gently wrapped around her wrist. A tingling sensation danced across her skin, sending shivers down her spine and causing goosebumps to rise in response to his touch. He led her to the centre of the dancefloor and turned around so they were face to face. Harry took both of Y/N's hands in his own, his touch sending electric currents coursing through her veins. With a tender yet confident touch, he trailed his fingers down her arms, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. As his hands settled at her waist, Y/N's breath turned shallow, her heart racing as the music floated through the air. 
She was stiff at first, unable to relax until he leant forward and whispered, “Relax birdy,” She felt his breath against her neck as he spoke. He squeezed her waist a little and she dropped her shoulders, trying her best to loosen up under the circumstances. 
“Birdy?” Y/N spoke, questioning the new nickname.
“I spotted y’ as soon as I stepped through the door. Your dress is blue ‘n it reminded me of the bluebirds I used to see back home whenever I’d go up in the mountains with my grandpa.” He explained. 
“I didn’t know you’d seen me.”
“I searched for y’ as soon as I walked in. I only came because of you, if I couldn’t find y’ I’d probably just turn back and go to a bar or something.” He chuckled and Y/N laughed with him.
“No Elise?” She questioned, unable to stop herself from asking about the little girl she had become fond of. 
“Elise is staying with the family next door. Little rascal tried to get ketchup on my uniform,” He rolled his eyes, “I got a free house if that’s what you’re implying though.”
Y/N’s face turned beat red, “N-No that’s not what I’m implying at all.”
“M just messin’” Harry grinned, cheekily.
Y/N relaxed, composing herself and trying to pull herself together, “I’ve heard things about you, you know.”
“Oh yeah?” Harry smirked, “What things?”
“Just things.” Y/N felt his fingertips press her skin for a moment.
“And do you believe these things?” Harry murmured, leaning in a little closer.
Y/N looked him in the eye, trying to see if she could read him without having to ask him a thousand questions, “I don’t know yet.” 
Harry opened his mouth to reply but was stopped by the sudden change in music and the lights turning on above them. People cheered as they gathered back into big groups and began dancing again. Harry bit back a grin, shaking his head, “Y wanna come outside with me?” He asked, shouting over the loud music. Y/N bit her lip and nodded, taking his outstretched hand and allowing him to pull her through the crowd of people. 
The air was cold once they stepped outside. Harry led her over to a small bench nearby where fewer people were gathered. He pulled out a cigarette and offered her the pack, “Oh no thank you, I don’t smoke.” She declined, politely. 
Harry smiled around his cigarette, his gaze lingering on Y/N for a beat or two as he casually slipped the pack into the pocket of his trousers. The air between them was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft sound of music drifting from inside the centre. Sensing Y/N's slight shiver, Harry swiftly removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders without saying a word.
"But you'll get cold," Y/N protested, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Don't y’ worry about me. I don't get cold," Harry quipped, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he shrugged off her concern. His white t-shirt revealed toned arms adorned with a few tattoos littering his tanned skin. 
As Harry tilted his head back to blow smoke into the night air, Y/N couldn't help but admire the way he carried himself with effortless confidence. Gathering her courage, she decided to strike up a conversation.
"Were those your brothers back there?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Yeah, Sonny and George," Harry confirmed with a hint of pride in his voice.
"They look so much like you," Y/N remarked, her curiosity piqued.
"Strong genes, I suppose," Harry shrugged, his tone becoming more serious as he opened up about his family background. 
"What about you? Do you have any siblings?" He inquired.
"Just an older sister and my little niece, Rosie Jean," Y/N replied, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she thought of her family.
"And your parents?" Harry pressed, his gaze intense as he studied her reaction.
"My parents are doctors, they work at a surgery in town," Y/N explained, feeling a pang of homesickness as she reminisced about her upbringing.
"And yours?" She prompted, turning the conversation back to Harry.
"M parents are nobodies," Harry's voice took on a sombre tone, clearly his family life was a sensitive topic. Sensing his discomfort, Y/N chose her next words carefully.
"What about Elise?" she asked, hoping to lighten the mood with talk of his sister.
"Elise is better off being raised by us three than being left alone in a house with batshit crazy," Harry scoffed, his protective instincts kicking in.
Feeling the weight of their conversation, Y/N searched for a way to lift Harry's spirits. "What made you want to be a pilot?" she asked, genuinely interested.
“Sonny came home wanting to sign up for cadet training after they visited his school. He came home running through the doors with a flyer in his hand and told everybody he was going into the army. I told him ‘No brother of mine is going anywhere that requires trench foot and guns.’ He didn’t talk to me for a week after that. It wasn’t until I found an advertisement where y’ could train to fly planes when I decided I was gonna make a better life for myself and my siblings. It just so happened Sonny and George wouldn’t let me go at it alone.” He inhaled his cigarette before tossing it to the ground. 
As Harry shared the story of how he and his brothers found their way to Offutt, Y/N couldn't help but admire his determination. She found herself drawn to him even more, captivated by his strength and the way he always included his brother’s in everything he spoke about. 
A comfortable silence settled between them. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as Harry smoothly slid his hand next to hers, their fingers intertwining effortlessly. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. 
"Have I told y’ how beautiful y’look tonight?" Harry's voice was soft, his gaze locking with hers in a way that made her heart race.
Y/N blushed at his compliment, unable to tear her eyes away from his. "You're lying," she protested, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her cheeks.
"I swear it," Harry insisted, his hand reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Swear on m’ life, birdy."
Y/N's heart fluttered at the nickname, a secret thrill running through her as she turned to face him. His eyes held a tenderness that melted her defences, and she found herself smiling back at him.
"Hi, birdy," Harry murmured, a dimple appearing on his cheek as he leaned in closer.
"Hi, Harry," Y/N whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she savoured the moment.
Harry's shoulders dropped and a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though he seemed to be fighting to contain it. “I can’t lie to y’ birdy, I can’t stop thinking about kissing you,” Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing at his words. “I was gonna lie and tell y’ I’d been thinking about it since I saw you tonight but… quite honestly, I think I've been dreaming of y’ since I met y’ the other day.” 
Y/N didn’t know what to say, she felt as though someone had put a zipper straight across her mouth and she couldn’t get it to open. All she could feel was every muscle in her body beating against her skin as though they were trying to force her to surge forward and kiss him herself. “Y-You can if you want,” She stuttered, cheeks pink.
Harry laughed, “What about if you want? Can’t go kissin’ y’ if y’ don’t want it birdy.” 
“I do want it,” Y/N nodded. 
“Yeah?” He spoke but it came out more like a whisper. 
“Yeah.” Y/N gulped, feeling nervous. 
Harry didn’t hesitate once the word had left her mouth. He leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss, soft and exploratory. Y/N's heart fluttered as she melted into the warmth of Harry's embrace, her senses flooded with the taste of his lips and the scent of his cedarwood cologne.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, their kisses deepening with each passing second. Harry's arms wrapped around Y/N, pulling her as close to him as possible. 
In that instant, everything else faded away—the noise of the party, the chill of the night air—leaving only the two of them, lost in the heat of their first kiss. 
They were both breathless as they pulled apart. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open to find Harry already looking at her, his eyes filled with emotion and intense desire. She noticed his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip and she couldn’t help but giggle when she noticed the red lipstick stain she had left on his mouth from her kiss. 
“Where abouts do you live?” Harry murmured.
“Clemon Street,” Y/N spoke, her voice coming out a whisper. 
“Yeah? That’s on my way home,” He grinned. 
“Oh really?” Y/N bit back a laugh, “I thought y’ lived on Newark Street - it said so in Elise’s file.” 
Harry shrugged, “I like to go the long way round.” Y/N didn’t bother pulling him up on the fact that the two streets were on opposite ends of the housing estate. 
“Can I walk y’ home?” He asked, his fingers fiddling with the fabric of her dress. 
Y/N nodded, biting her bottom lip, “Yeah I’d like that.” 
Harry grinned, “Well alright then.”
They stood up, Y/N keeping his jacket around her shoulders since it was still cold out, “I’ve just got to go to the bathroom,” She motioned towards the community centre. 
“I’ll wait for y’ at the door,” He said, following her as they walked to the community centre side by side. Y/N walked up to the steps and opened the door, she looked over her shoulder to make sure Harry was still there- that he was real and not just someone she dreamt up.
Harry caught her eye, “M not going anywhere birdy,” he winked, “hurry up so I can walk y’ home and kiss y’ again.” 
Y/N laughed and hurried straight to the bathroom. Once inside, she closed the cubicle door behind her and sank down onto the lid of the toilet seat, a wide grin spreading across her face. Unable to contain her excitement, she let out a delighted squeal, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the moment she had just shared. 
She pulled out the pocket mirror from her bag and quickly reapplied the lipstick that had been smeared off. She fluffed up her hair with her hands and rubbed her aching cheeks from where had been smiling so much. She stood up and held Harry’s coat in her arms.  As Y/N stepped outside the community centre, she scanned the area in search of Harry, hoping to catch a glimpse of him waiting for her. Her anticipation turned to disappointment when she couldn't spot him anywhere, and her shoulders slumped slightly in resignation. Just as she was about to turn away, a figure caught her eye—a silhouette that had a striking resemblance to Harry—standing in a shadowy corner illuminated by the lights from the community centre.
Heart fluttering with excitement, Y/N smiled and took a step forward, eager to walk home with him. However, her joy quickly turned to dismay when she realised he wasn't alone.
A sudden giggle pierced the air, causing Y/N's heart to sink. Molly's warning appeared typed out in big letters at the forefront of her mind, filling her with regret and dread as she hesitated, frozen in place. With each step she took closer, the scene before her unfolded—it was Nancy, her housemate, clinging to the man she had just kissed.
I imagine George to be Callum Turner and Sonny to be Timothee Chalamet specifically from ms stevens but you can imagine whoever you’d like ! <;33
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writingoddess1125 · 2 years ago
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Hi, I love Morticia and Gomez Effect universe, and I have to say it. I'm the only one who thinks that if she ends up getting pregnant, it would be a girl. How would Mihawk be as a girl dad. Or, would they have twins or triplets?? They want an army, after all.😏😉
I like your thinking! MWHAHAHAHAHS
Morticia and Gomez Effect - pt. 3
Creating an Army
Mihawk x FemReader
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• It seemed all that really had to be done was speaking the wish for a child- In less then 2 months you found out you were pregnant. Much to the delight of Mihawk and yourself.
• Mihawk was very protective of you, essentially a helicopter. He needed to make sure you were safe and healthy, cooking all your meals, making sure Perona was as respectful as possible and didn't dare to cause a fuss while you were pregnant.
• Which she didn't in truth. Perona had been actually excited at the idea of a baby, flooding the place with more stuffed animals and 'cute' onsies.
• While for you, the pregnancy reminded you of the sea. At times calm and cool, while others it was like a raging storm in your body. You were fortunate that Mihawk was like a massive ship that could ride through the calms and battle thr storms, Rubbing your back when you puked- Whsipering sweet words when you cried and wiping away the discomfort that settled on your bones as the baby grew.
• It was a normal day, you were 6 months along in your pregnancy and Mihawk had gone out to train. Leaving you to the peace of your favorite fruit tea and some cakes.
• Delightful
• As you tucked into your new found treats you heard the door open and the sound of chattering. Knowing that it wasn't Mihawk you reached for the blade you kept tucked to your side under the large blanket you were under.
• Till you saw young familiar faces.
• The young Pirates, The Strawhats finally had return it seemed. With your necklace in tow as they looked like they had been through quite a journey and back. The scorch marks upon their clothes also being a amusing sight.
• Zoro stepped forward, bowing respectfully to his teacher. The other pirates also coming to greet you and hopefully stay in your good Graces.
• "Madam Dracule, We have your necklace" Zoro said with calm respect.
• He watched you stand and his eyes and the eyes of the young pirates all went to the same thing that had been obstructed by the thick blankets. Your rounded stomach-
• "Thank you Zoro, I do hope it was able to help in your journey" You say calmly as you take the necklace from him- Seeing how their faces went to that or horror and shock at the sight of your clearly pregnant stomach.
• The blonde one, with a weird eyebrow was the first to break "THATS NOT FAIR!? HE GETS A HOT WIFE AND GETS HER KNOCKED UP!?" He screamed in shock which surprised you before the rest of the crew decended on him like hounds to shut him up. Zoro still just standing there shocked till a random foot seemed to hit him and he joined the fight-
• Of course Mihawk hurt the commotion and quickly went to find you, coming to a sight he didn't know what to deal with first.
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• There the strawhats were all fighting each other. The two women of the crew speaking to you calmly and touching your rounded stomach with your blessing as you held your ruby necklace and A passed out Reindeer at the foot of the fight..
• Deciding the fighting was the first thing be wad quick to knock out all the boys and toss them out his home. The reindeer he just stepped over since it was useless- he also make quick work to ask the women to leave which they did after giving polite goodbyes and congratulations.
• That leaving Mihawk to then scoop you up and bring you to bed. Having found that it was bedtime-
• Possessive as ever...
• In the coming months, the house was prepared for your birth. Mihawk having brought in a medical team for you- You assumed they were paid well but terrified.
• It had been after dinner, 3 weeks early when your water had broke. It seemed your child wanted to make their grand entrance early.
• It was like the world had stopped when you felt a rush of water down your legs when you went to stand to get some juice- Mihawk and you both just staring at the floor under you were the water was
• ....
• "..Hell" Mihawk muttered first, shooting back his wine in a effort to calm his nerves before rushing over to you and quickly escorting you to the labor room. Summoning the doctors quickly as well who got you prepped and ready.
• It was slow at first- But as the hours ticked by you the pain increased. Mihawk seated next to you as he tried to guild you through the waves of pain that wrecked your body.
• While labor is hard, He knows you are quite strong and will survive. You have to... You can't leave him
• "You alright darling?" He ask softly, holding your hand as you suffer with bringing in the next Dracule in the world.
• You give a weakened smile "It is painful- But it's a is not worth dying for" You say playfully, Earning a smile from Mihawk who kissed the back of your hand.
• The poor Doctors are uncomfortable by the whole situation. Especially with how calm you were during God Damn Labor!-
• It was near twilight of the next Morning did the labor finally come to an end. A shrill cry piercing the cold morning air as new life was brought in.
• "It's a Girl!" The Doctor said cheerfully as the crying child was liftwd and placed on your chest carefully and beginning to be cleaned with a towel.
• You and Mihawk seated next to each other staring wide eyed and in awe at the little girl screaming on your chest.
• "Looks like I had nothing to do with this at all" You mused, seeing how your little daughter looked so much like her father it was unfair. Even with her face pink from crying and her rounded face you could clearly see Mihawks genes had dominated yours.
• The thin layer of black hair onto her head also not helping. Mihawk chuckled as with a gentle hand he touched his daughters hair.
• "She is beautiful" He says softly, his own eyes getting misty as he stared at the little girl.
• Is actually quite pleased their first child is a girl and the only. It couldn't be better in his mind as he remembers his youth around the children that Gol D Roger would bring onto the ship. The boys were the most troubling.
• "She is.." You say softly, Watching as she settled down and yawned. Reaching out her little arms randomly, her little pudgy fingers wrapping around Mihawks finger. You practically saw the hearts in his eyes when she did this-
• In less then 4 minutes the baby girl has already stolen her father's heart and has him wrapped around his finger.
• "Dracule Marya" He whispered. Kissing your cheek as he smiled down at his daughter. You swore you saw tears in his eyes.
• Mihawk is a absolute girl Dad, Truthfully a good father overall. He enjoyed cleaning up after her, helping with feedings, choosing important items for her development.
• He does have one poor habit however-
• You stand there with your arms crossed under your bust as you raise and eyebrow at your husband. "Mihawk hand her over my love- She needs to learn to sleep in her crib" You explain.
• Marya was 4 months old and Mihawk had grown used to Marya sleeping in the bed between you two. So you had finally decided to put the smaller crib to use, pulling it into your twos shared bedroom so she could no longer sleep in the bed with you.
• But here she was-
• Your husband holding your half asleep daughter in his arm carefully while finishing some paperwork. This had been the 2nd time that night you had placed Marya in her crib to sleep on her own and everytime she cried in less then 10 minutes it would stop and you'd fine Mihawk holding her again in his study.
• "She was crying" He said calmly, setting down his pen to pat her back to comfort her.
• "That's the point Darling- She needs to learn to sleep in the crib" You stress, seeing Mihawk scowl at this and hold her closer to his chest.
• "She doesn't like it" He said stressing- This making you sighing at his dramatics.
• "Fine- But you'd have stay in the nursery with her since she can't sleep in our bed anymore" You said with a sigh.
• He slept in the nursery, on the floor next to the crib with his hand resting ontop of her- for 3 nights before you finally kicked him out and strong armed him to let her sleep in the crib in the bedroom.
• Besides Mihawks constant want to hold his daughter and carry her everywhere he was perfect. And in his eyes so was she-
• Mihawk sat there watching you, feeding little Marya and cooing softly at her as she watched the world around her, her eyes matched yours the only thing that you seemed to give to the little girl since she was such a clone of her Daddy.
• "Darling" Mihawk called to you waving you over, making you look up from your task at hand. Marya pulling from your breast full from her meal.
• Walking over Mihawk gently took Marya from you, beginning to burp her as you pulled your shirt back to place. He smiled as his yellow eyes gleamed
• "What is going through your head my Love?" You question. Knowing that look all to well. Mihawk shrugging slightly to keep from shifting Marya too much.
• "We should have another-"
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violetjedisylveon · 3 months ago
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Shadowpeach Fluff AU (let's call it 'Devoted Shadowpeach' AU), where Macaque decides to stay in that mountain to keep Wukong company + he stayed with Wukong when the West Journey happens...
After the journey + pilgrims, Macaque confesses about wanting a simple family life, and Wukong grants Macaque's wish... They create 3 stone eggs, which hatch into happy babies... Centuries later, the Monkeys adopt a human named Bai He; after she got attacked by mortals, for having dark magic powers (the Monkeys love her though)...
How do MK + Pigsy + Mei + Tang + Sandy feel about Wukong and Macaque, having a family? (Let's say the 'West To The West' Author is homophobic, and says they're only best friends!)
What if Wukong + Macaque were both MK's teachers?... What if Wukong wanted to train MK, so he can finally retire?... How different would Wukong + Macaque be, from canon?
What if after MK becomes a monkey, Bai He feels insecure about being the only non-monkey in the family?... But Wukong + Macaque cuddle the insecurities away... Wukong + Macaque DON'T play favorites! 😍
Well Jttw was written in the 16th century, and China was historically pretty chill about same sex relationships(until the colonizers showed and ruined it like they did in a lot of places), we mainly know about the male ones cause women weren't written about as often. The Ming dynasty was tolerant of it according to a quick search, so Wukong and Macaque's relationship wouldn't have been seen as anything bad or negative, when it was written.
Later version and adaptations of Jttw probably downplayed their relationship due to colonialism. Someone like Tang would know more about their relationship as a scholar for Jttw.
They have the happiest family after the journey, their kids are the most chaotic little gremlins in existence, and it is just happy good family time.
Their kids are Chao-Xing, Yuebei, Luzhen, Jidu, Luohuo, Rumble and Savage. Their kids got confused by mortals and synchronized into the characters of Yuebei Xing (based on Chao-Xing and Yuebei), and Rumble and Savage were melded into Jidu and Luohuo, since they were the younger and least known ones it was assumed they were the same kids.
The girls are the oldest and twins, Luzhen Jidu and Luohuo are triplets and the middle kids, Rumble and Savage are the youngest and also twins.
Bai He isn't a human, they don't know what she is but Wukong senses the Lady Bone Demon's presence in her, and she had been creating something when they faced her. They determine it's better to take her in and make sure there's no plots involving her, she's an innocent child no matter what her intended purpose was.
The kids immediately absorb Bai He into their family like it's nothing, that's their sister now, fight them.
MK does get taught by Macaque and Wukong, and the kids help out too, none of them are jealous of him, they don't need the staff, they just absorb him into the family like they did with Bai He.
Once the monkeys decide you're family, there's nothing you can do about it.
The monkeys are way chiller than canon, being parents to their seven chaotic children mellowed them out over the years.
Wukong does want to retire from hero stuff to properly attend to his family, he still has to do stuff for the celestial realm and is kinda shoving that responsibility onto MK without realizing it. Big oops.
Bai He is very insecure about herself after LBD, because she now knows she was created to be a disposable vessel for LBD to use and discard, and she thinks her parents knew and only had her around to stop those plans and they don't love her.
Her family is very on top of making Bai He realize they do love her, they never knew about her purpose, they love her anyway.
She does feel more insecure when MK's identity as a monkey is revealed, but her family cuddles and gives her all the love to make her see how valued she is to them. They do not play favorites.
Thanks for asking
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My Idea If Dark Cacao Became A Father Again
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I think after everything with Dark Choco I do wonder if Dark Cacao ever toyed with the idea with having a romantic relationship or more children. In my head, not only does he do both but he gets three new spouses (Mystical Flour, Peach Blossom, and Stormbringer) and children. While Dark Choco will still be there as possible heir after his journey towards redemption, the other three are good contenders for the throne if he doesn't want take up the mantle.
Also he has learned a lot from his parenting with Dark Choco that he's raising all his younger children to be shown more open love and not be as training obsessed. It also helps his other spouses are raising them and have their own input. Although not triplets, the Cacao siblings are really a close knit group who were born the same year and despite any issues they have stick their neck out for one another. They also know about Dark Choco but he's not as home as much and still a wanderer. They do look up to Crunchy Chip, Caramel Arrow, and Cloud Hatae as older sibling figures.
Cacao Blossom Cookie
Son Of Dark Cacao Cookie And Peach Blossom Cookie
Like Peach he is often mistaken for a girl
Tandoori has had a thing for him ever since they were kids
He is a cheerful type who likes feminine things but don’t underestimate him because he actually is a capable fighter like his older brother and father
He’s also a skilled gardener like Peach Blossom
He is a sword user like his older brother and father
He makes healing cacao beans similar to Peach Blossom’s beach bao 
Coco Powder Cookie
Daughter Of Dark Cacao Cookie And Mystical Flour Cookie
She is stoic like the majority of her family and is a proper princess type
She is a healer like her mother
Choco Crackle Cookie
Daughter Of Dark Cacao Cookie And Stormbringer Cookie
Of the three, she is the most loud and thunderous of them all like her mother. 
She and Cocoa Powder butt heads due to opposite personalities. However, she gets along with Cacao Blossom despite being girly for a boy. 
She is an unrepentant tomboy. 
Treats the other weather deities like her other half siblings since Stormbringer was their creator.
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shrinkthisviolet · 2 months ago
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2, 13, 31?
2: talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”
So originally, when Morgan got mad at Barry (about 1x08 and their argument in 1x09), she wBespingoing to make amends with him until 1x14, because I needed them to be at odds until then. But when 1x11 happened…I realized that it was a natural point for them to reconcile, because Morgan would realize that he never, ever thought less of her, that what he said while whammied was an anger-dialed-up version of his protectiveness. Like…I think Barry outright saying that, and being so panicked when it comes to her being in danger, would really make that hit home for her.
But then, of course, I needed them to still be at odds until 1x14…and I figured that having Eowells twist the Hartley situation against her would make sense. Barry knows Morgan…but Eowells knows her better, and Barry is predisposed to think well of father figures, and to not suspect anything serious is going on. Not to mention, he’s in a fraught state throughout s1 due to various factors (keeping a big secret from his best friend, being haunted by the Reverse Flash, trying to uncover the truth of his mother’s death, etc etc), so it doesn’t occur to him to look deeper until he gets slapped in the face with It—by Iris, by his dad…and by Ronnie.
So it made for a good way of turning the tables while also being believable to an extent. As for why I needed them at odds until 1x14…imo, Ronnie passing the brotherly torch hits a lot harder when Barry is still clearly worried about Morgan despite pretending to hate her. It still hits hard even if they’re openly close…but it hits harder when they’re not, because it speaks more to how much Barry cares about Morgan - even when he pretends he doesn’t, he still does.
Plus, they ultimately came out of it stronger. This isn’t the last time they’ll argue, of course…but it is the last time it’ll be this bad on Barry’s end
13: talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.
Writing Year of the OTP has been fun! I’m still a bit behind on April’s fic (it’ll be finished and posted soon!), as did happen earlier this year too…but I’ve never actually been able to really commit to a writing event for more than a prompt or two before, and it’s been a heartening experience being able to do that. I appreciate the scheduling of YOTP making it a lot more accessible to those of us with busy schedules :D
31: tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write
Morgan’s the obvious answer lol but also Lucy! Her various relationships with Luke, Leia, Obi-Wan, Han, and Astra (as well as more to come 👀) are so sweet too 🥰
And as a character, it’s a fun challenge for me to add new elements to her story and work them in - a healer on Tatooine, a pilot in the Rebellion, a space-British accent since she’s raised by Obi-Wan, her Jedi journey being similar to Luke’s in some ways and different in others…it feels a lot like planting seeds at the moment, some of which can sprout while others can’t yet.
Especially since ESB and beyond is really going to differentiate her journey from Luke’s 👀 most Skywalker triplet stories have the triplet go to Dagobah with Luke, but…not so here! And that means that although Luke doesn’t get to finish his training and gives it up after Bespin…Lucy’s path is quite different, in a way that will later allow her to finish his training post-ROTJ!
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congrats on finishing your essay! :))
Love your Sonic Underground au, btw! I need some lore drops on my boy, Manic, tho. It doesn't even have to be a long explanation. Something goofy like, how many times has he been arrested?
Also! Do the triplets eventually form a band? [side-eye]
Oh my goodness, hello!! I love your art so much it's all so cool!!!! Thank you lol!
Some stuff about Manic in the au lets see...
He was kidnapped as a baby after the triplets had been sent halfway across the continent for their own safety, whoops lol, he's quite charismatic, must always have been since he managed to endear himself to Ferral pretty much immediately lol, he grew up pretty much similarly to the canon of underground, getting by stealing where he has to bartering and stuff, he's part of his own found family within the city and they're all very close, a tight-knit little community of thiefs sfgdhj, though every so often one or two of them decide to spread out (though they stay in touch), which is actually the reason for Manic's being on the train alongside the others, he has family he misses! And he has some things to get to them! (little does he know he'll be meeting more family than he anticipated lol) Though he's never actually been out of the city he grew up in himself (despite what he may claim lol), uhh he is very technically minded he loves to tinker and making little thingamajigs and doohickeys that look like they wouldn't have any practical use but he usually finds a way lol, nothing, like, robotic like Tails does, he's more a manual guy fdsgfgdf, aaand just a random headcanon he's fairly dyslexic n has some trouble reading, he usually has someone help him. There's also gender happening to him :thumbsup:
As for how many times he's been arrested lol uhhhh I think that early on he was pulled up a few times, probably spent some time in juvie, but he hasn't actually been caught in quite a while, I don't imagine Manic gets caught all that often lol you know those videos of kids running from cops and the police just making absolute clowns of themselves trying to catch them? That's Manic JHGJFG
So wrt the band, I'm sort of playing around with ideas right now? The main idea that I'm running with is that, the medallions only react to them when the triplets are getting along, when there is harmony between them (eehh? geddit? lol) that's the only time that they are able to be activated. Which, given the rocky start that they all have with one another obviously takes time, with Sonic being reluctant to share pretty important info with them and generally keeping his distance from them, Sonia's frustration with him and her being Very mad at Manic for scamming her, not much harmony going on for a fair bit of the journey. Eventually the three of them do get along and discover the powers of the medallions and they do perform a few times throughout. Eventually Sonic does spill that they're family and after the reactions they come up with the idea to use their music to get their mothers attention, Sonic is hesitant etcetc. I DUNNO! I'm still futzing with it lol I'll decide on stuff eventually fdghfg
Oh and I do want Sonia and Manic to have their own powers like a lesser version of Sonic's speed but, again, still deciding LOL
Anyway! Sorry this got so long lol, I've thought a lot about this AU! Thank you for the qs!!
OH ALSO Manic uses "bro" and "brother" on Sonic just as a casual thing but the first few times Sonic is like .Does He Know... GJFHG OKAY I'M DONE
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(Not written yet, just writing down an idea)
Jangobi AU idea featuring:
Mand'alore Jaster Mereel lives until 32-33BBY
Enemies to lovers Jangobi
Mandalorian & Jedi Obi-Wan
Mandalorian & Force sensitive Cal Kestis
Mandalorian & Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker
Mandalorian Omega
Dualsex Stewjoni Obi-Wan & Mpreg
Triplets Boba Fett & Omega & Cal Kestis
Space cowboys
A year before the events of The Phantom menace, 24-year-old padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi and his master Qui-Gon Jinn are sent to Mandalore to broker peace among Mandalorian factions on the brink of war.
The negotiations are difficult and tensions are rising. Not just between the factions themselves, but also between the young negotiator, and the son of the current mand'alore. 33-year-old Jango Fett.
As negotiations start to fail, and several assassination attempts occur, it becomes ever so clear that there is no simple resolve for Mandalore and civil war is imminent.
The tensions between Jango and Obi-Wan are rising as well, first hating each other at opposite sides, but slowly learning to work together and seeing one another for who they really are.
Things come to an end when Jango declares his love for Obi-Wan. (nine months after meeting him, 3 months before the phantom menace) The two consummate their love. Meanwhile, war breaks out and Jaster Mereel is killed by Clan Vizsla.
Eventually, the new Mandalorians win the war, with Satine Kryze as the new ruler of Mandalore.
Jango Fett and his clan, what's left of it, is displaced to the planet Koboh. For no other reason than I wanna write Mandalorian bounty hunters that are also space cowboys.
Events of the phantom menace occur, Qui-Gon Jinn is killed on Naboo, but in a twist of fate, the council decides not to train Anakin.
Feeling like he has no other choice, Obi-Wan leaves the Jedi council to train Anakin himself and uphold his promise to Qui-Gon.
Twist number 2, turns out Obi-Wan is pregnant with triplets.
Obi-Wan leaves Coruscant with nine-year-old Anakin.
And along his journey in training Anakin, frees Schmi Skywalker from slavery. Meets a group of young Mandalorian foundlings that used to be from Clan Mereel but were displaced during the clan's exile ranging from 17 years of age (Cody/Kote), 16 years old (Rex), 15 years old Hunter, 14-year-olds Crosshair & Tech (twins) and Wrecker, 12 years old Echo & Fives (twins).
Together with only Schmi to control and guide a ragtag team of teenagers, A pregnant Obi-Wan has to find his way in a tumultuous galaxy until he inadvertently makes his way to Koboh and reunites with Jango.
And that's what I have so far.
I also don't mind if people run with the idea for art or fanfiction, but I would appreciate a link, if you do. And an inspired by would make my day.
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Day 11: Photo
Elesa walked over to the couch with a tray of hot chocolate. It had been almost three years now since Ingo had disappeared. Elesa yawned as she sat down next to Emmet who was sifting through a photo album. Just some reminiscing about their pokemon journey.
More often then not they found themselves crossing paths, or meeting up at areas where they would go through a jungle, forest, ruins, even the caves. It was just safer in numbers.
Elesa knew they meant well, and they could have likely had gone in themselves and left her out of it, but if they hadn't she wouldn't have made it through on her own. They were kind to her, and she viewed them as family as they widely called her sister. Even the public had begun to call them triplets.
When she was about 7 she remembered them coming over in a storm and didn't talk to anyone for days. it was at that point when she found out that they would be staying with them indefinitely. It took Ingo almost a year to start talking again, and he never smiled again. So Emmet decided to smile enough for the both of them.
"What about this one? I don't remember this one." Elesa held up a carnival picture of them.
"oh that was that one where the ride pokemon were weirdly painted, and they looked like a mushed together choice of pokemon. Like that Squirtal that was lapris!" He motioned to the thing he was riding.
Elesa giggled trying to hide the fact that she did remember she was just trying to get his mind off things.
"Oh and that time you had to go to the hospital to get a stick out of your foot!" Emmet cringed. "You jumped into the water without looking." Elesa covered her face. She was so embarrassed to have to get saved by some random professor that just happened by.
"Wait...what about this one?" Emmet asked looking down at the photo album and started to sift through it. He smiled knowing it now. "All these old trains that we went to see...and the..." He narrowed his eyes and pulled a small magnifie glass from his pocket and then gasped. But remained unmoved. To Elesa it looked like what he saw him do when cornered by an alpha pokemon.
"Emmet?" She touched his arm suddenly wondering if he was breathing at all.
"Elesa...?" He grabbed her bodily and planted her in front of the picture book and lay the glass down over the picture. At first Elesa wasn't to pleased about being lifted up and practically thrown down. Her anger was short lived when she realized what he was pointing at.
Behind Ingo, Emmet, and Elesa was a cabinet with a familiar looking jacket, a hat, and a picture of a man wearing the items with a lone sneasler.
"Pack your bags..."
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everywhichwayzz · 4 months ago
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Alright, time for another theory blurb
And for once this one has nothing to do with Tinkerbell! Shocking!
This is actually something has been on my mind since I was about twelve...so about a thousand years ago...but anyway, I digress. Allow me to take you on a new journey into the Pokémon Black and White era. The anime, not the video game. It's important that we stick to the anime for this!
So, in most seasons (if not all of them) we meet each of Ash's main traveling companions (Misty, Brock, May, Max, Iris, Cilan, Clemont, Bonnie, Serena, ect...) and for as many as I can remember, at some point or another, we meet each companion's family...at *least* one parent (sometimes two if they have them) or guardian (like Drayden for Iris) or *some* kind of adult looking after them (Misty's adult sisters).
Except for Cilan.
Now, he may not be the only one but he is the prominent one that I think of when I'm like...so...you just let three sixteen-year-olds run a gym and a restaurant all on their own and *no one* questioned it? No one?
Um, excuse me, where are your parents? You are still *kids*!
I have two theories for that, if you will allow me. And these are situations I have been thinking up for *years*. There are two big pieces of information that we have been given through tidbits and hints throughout the season.
THEORY #1 (the less likely option):
Professor Juniper is Cilan, Cress, and Chili's mom.
I know, a little far-fetched, but she does tend to linger around Cilan a lot whenever the group goes to see her and she *looks* a lot like they do, plus she would be the right age (and I don't suspect Professor Sycamore is the first to have a secret kid no one knows about), plus she has a lot of the same quirks and actions as Cress...
THEORY #2 (the more likely and insane one):
Now, this is my favorite one, and the one that has been rooted in my brain for a longgggg time.
Remember how Cilan is afraid of Purrloin? And when he finally bulks up the courage to tell Ash and Iris, the ferry blows it's horn so no one gets to hear it, but it's clear that whatever it was wasn't good by Ash and Iris's gasps.
Liepard is the direct evolved form of Purrloin. And where do we see a LOT of Liepard AND Purrloin? Oh, yes, that's right. Team Plasma.
There is never any mention of Cilan's parents. Ash tries to bring it up once for a brief moment in one of the later episodes but Cilan quickly redirects the conversation back to Iris and her guardian, dodging a simple question.
When they arrive in Nacrene City to challenge Lenora to a gym battle, they meet Hawes, her husband. At this point, Cilan introduces himself as a Pokemon Connoisseur, but not as he typically does to someone he is not familiar with, instead, in the formal way of greeting to someone he *already knows*.
He *does not* introduce himself to Lenora.
He has clearly been to Nacrene City before.
So, using that information, my conclusion is this--
Cilan is afraid of Purrloin because he was attacked by one when he was younger, possibly directly or indirectly because of Team Plasma, who would have just been forming at that time as N is only a year or two older than him.
Possibly at the same time his mother goes missing, perhaps during the same incident. His father is never mentioned once in the anime, just a single line where Ash asks about his mom, so there's a good chance the dad isn't in the picture at all.
After their mom goes missing, Lenora and Hawes take the triplets in and raise them the best that they can, and that is how they get Pansage, Panpour, and Pansear shortly after and how they are trained to be gym leaders so early on.
And as for their mother?
Oh, yes, she's one of the bosses of Team Plasma.
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Three Guards: Ch14
Summary: Tifa finds Cloud at the train station in Sector Seven. It’s the first time she’s seen him in seven years. But he’s not alone. Three silver haired boys protected him. Three silver haired boys that triggered memories of her hometown. Of steel through her chest. Of SOLDIER First Class. Of Him.
A new normal took time.
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Inspired by the prompt by @im-totally-not-an-alien
Chapter 14: Wasteland
As the team walked ahead, Strife glanced back at the undamaged city. He hoped the vice president would keep the city whole, unlike the former president in his time. So much was up in the air. So much was unknown. So much could be turned on them by Sephiroth. They- no- he needed to be careful, especially with the triplets around his old team. 
The wasteland before stood empty in the smog of the morning sun, save for the packs of monsters struggling to make the dying land their home. No chocobos, no grass, and- worst of all- no transportation. 
It was a long walk to Kalm. It wasn't like Genesis could fly them one by one without Shinra's notice. They ran out of fuel not long into their journey, abandoning their getaway vehicles behind cliffs on the side of the road. They hoped to at least try to hitchhike, even if half of them needed to remain behind due to the size of their party. 
For now, keeping monsters off the road was their top priority. Though they usually split into teams of three, they all pitched into the battles. Bandits, wolves, elfadunks. The size nor number of fiends did not matter. Aerith casted domes around enemies, and Tifa would unleash hell within. Barret and Red slashed and fired together as one. Even Strife and Genesis found themselves in perfect sync, taking down monsters with ease. Sometimes even Sephiroth's remnants would join the fight, working beautifully together with a perfect combination of close combat and marksmanship. 
Outside of battle was a different story. 
“Ha! I found fire materia!” Loz would shout victoriously, holding the green orb in the air. 
“It's not that special…” Yazoo countered, rotating a blue one of his own. “It’s newly born… It doesn’t have any useful spells yet…”
“Well I can fight with mine. You need a weapon to fight with yours! Mine’s better on its own!” He countered. 
“Are you sure about that…?”
“Yeah! And another materia!” Suddenly the blue orb flew through the air and smacked him in the head. “Hey! That's cheating!”
“Is not… it technically can be fought with…” Yazoo grew a small smirk. 
Loz threw it back. His younger brother caught the weapon. 
“Okay, that's enough of that.” Tifa stepped in and took both materia away. 
“Hey! Give it back!” 
“You'll get one when you're responsible enough to stop treating them like rocks.” Oh no. She saw the looks in their eyes. “Do not start throwing rocks at each other.”
Yazoo looked offended. “We would never do such a thing…”
“We're not that young.” The brothers looked at each other, paused, then grumbled, turning away.
Okay, good, they weren't going to attack each other. 
“You two be nice, alright?”
“Yes, Miss Aerith,” they spoke in unison. Aerith giggled a bit and they both couldn't hide the blushing pout from her joy.
Strife found himself silent in moments like these, moments where pieces of his worst enemy truly acted like innocent children. He knew what they were capable of, what they had done to reach Jenova, yet before him stood true children, a nearly human side he had never seen before and did not believe for a minute. Luckily, these moments were scattered between the journey and the remnant’s grief.
In battle, only one member did not team up: Cloud, the odd one from this new time. He fought about as well as Strife expected, but there was no teamwork, no raising anyone else up, no attack that could clearly help them all. Kadaj, still unable to fight, would wait at a safe distance until the battle was over and then glued himself back to Cloud. 
Cloud never sent the injured boy away. Kadaj clung to his leg every second they were out of battle, always keeping at least one hand on the ex-SOLDIER. Cloud gifted him with the occasional head pat, but the boy only squeezed in response. 
“Ya know, even the, it's nice to be outta the city. Come on, breathe the fresh air with me,” Barret made a show, exaggerating his inhale and exhale. All but Kadaj followed his lead. 
“Still not perfect,” Strife commented. 
“Certainly not,” Red added. “We'll have to leave the continent for fresh air at this rate.”
“It'll be easier when we reach the Grasslands.” 
“When I was young, we used to spend the last day of missions in the Grasslands trying to catch a chocobo,” Genesis brushed some dust off his shoulders, “since that land is much more inhabitable than this man-made desert.”
Aerith glanced away, observing the desolate land before them, trying to remember what it once was.
“Oh, I meant to ask, Genesis. How's your back?” Tifa stepped next to the former First. 
“No issues here. Why?”
“Well, I was wondering, how does flying affect your body?” She gestured to the open tear on the back of his coat. 
Loz and Yazoo perked up, all of a sudden surrounding the tall man. 
He tilted his head from side to side. “Well, it's… how do I put this… physically, when I disperse my wing into my body, the soreness of my wing goes with it. However it is incredibly annoying if not preened properly properly.”
“How?” Loz chirped in. 
“It's difficult to describe. Ruffled feathers seem heavier. Alone my wing feels like nothing, but after rough flying, it's a massive weight on my shoulder. It's easier to hide it away now and deal with it when we're in the clear.”
“We are in the clear…” Yazoo mentioned. 
Genesis shook his head. “Red can get away with being your average dog if he doesn't speak. I can't exactly convince anyone I come in peace when I have new limbs visible miles away.”
“Oo! Can I help you preen?” Aerith raised her hand like an excited student. 
“Excuse me?”
“Well, it must be hard getting to those back feathers. Can I help?”
“Bring a mask. He sheds everywhere.” Barret brushed off his clothes, a tiny black feather falling from a seam. “I'm still pulling them out of places they do not belong.”
Red sneezed. Everyone around the Red Mage of Shinra laughed. 
Strife… missed this. Really missed this. In his time, there was too much at stake to afford time around his team. The disease on his arm was top priority. Not for him, but for the child he cared for who simply did not have enough time left. He felt he deserved it, like it was his punishment for what he did.
He prayed his team was okay. That somehow the change in time protected them, cured them. With each memory, he glared at the children, especially the silent one at his younger self’s side that got more than it deserved after puppeteering the children of Edge. Though he normally never wished Hojo on his worst enemy, it seemed fitting in his eyes. 
A gloved hand blocked his view of the boy and his eyes followed it to Cloud. 
His younger self shook his head with a glare. Had he been staring at the boy? 
Kadaj buried his face in Cloud's baggy pants, his broken sobs returning. Both of his brothers appeared at his sides. Yazoo rubbed his back soothingly. Loz tried to give him a new materia to try, but he swatted them both away. 
“Brother, please… talk to us…” Yazoo requested, but his brother shook his head violently. 
“Big Brother, can you-?”
“No, Loz. He'll talk when he's ready. Why don't you try to find an item enhancement materia so we can heal him faster? How about that?” They both nodded at Cloud before running to the head of the pack. Cloud knelt down and hugged the boy, letting fresh tears disappear into his sweater. 
Strife kept his mouth shut and his eyes forward. 
* * * 
Not a single car drove by the pack, not even the chocobo truck from Strife's time. They weren’t going to make it to Kalm that day or even that night at their current rate. With the beginning of twilight, Cloud made a decree. 
“We'll rest for the night and get back on the road tomorrow. As long as we cover Red's tail, no one should find us.” 
“Do you think we can find a cave?” The woman in pink asked. 
“We'll have better luck looking for a small cliff. It should be enough to hide us from the road.”
Thus the group left the asphalt path, settling down with a small magic fire and cooking the edible spoils of their battles that day. The fire went out the moment their meal was ready. Barret made Red a small tent of rocks for the beast's glowing tail. 
Aerith watched with eyes wide both in amazement and fear, the sky above open to millions of stars but the small land before her holding friends and her first ever camping trip. Upon voicing this simple fact, she was immediately bombarded by Barret and Red sharing stories and activities they should do before heading to Kalm. 
“Though these aren't the best circumstances, I find true campfires much calmer than magic ones,” the marked beast explained. 
“Really?” Aerith's head tilted. “Why?”
“You can't beat the smell. And the flames move differently in a real fire. Naturally. With the wind.” 
“What about smoke?”
“If you gather a bunch of leaves, you can make a huge smoke cloud and watch it go poof,” Barret exaggerated, his arms expanding to visualize the concept. 
“Wouldn't that hurt your eyes?” 
“Not if you step back!” The three of them laughed, sharing stories and smiling until nightfall. 
“I’ll keep watch,” Red stated, but Genesis cut him off.
“I’ll keep watch, if Aerith’s willing to make good on her offer.”
It took a second before Aerith gasped in excitement. “Do you mean your wing?!”
“It’s not as easy as it seems, but if you’re still willing to try-”
“Yes!” 
“Can I help?”
Genesis was shocked to see the eldest of the silver boys approach curiously. How could he say no to a piece of the friend he ruined? “Be very gentle.”
The boy nodded. Taking the confirmation, the former First revealed his black wing. Aerith and the boy were on him in a second, both trying to rush ahead before the redhead could even explain or demonstrate how preening actually worked.
Yazoo simply watched the circus of the wing and the conversation between the one armed father as he leaned against a small cliff, one hand kept on Mother’s nameplate. He could see and hear everyone clearly, and he noticed Tifa approach the younger blond.
“Hey.”
Cloud turned immediately. “Hey.”
Tifa sat next to him, resting her arms on her knees. “How’s he doing?”
He glanced down at the boy asleep beside him, his hand trapped under silver hair. “Better. He’s almost completely healed. And you know the drill: lots of cures means lots of sleep. Honestly, he could fight if he wasn’t so…” He sighed, not knowing how to finish. 
“He’s a tough one. He’ll bounce back. Between Hojo and that creature…”
“Yeah.”
“How are you holding up?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“You know you can always talk to me, right?”
“Never been much of a talker. But you know I’ll always listen, right?” His counter made her smile softly, her ruby eyes twinkling with the stars.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Cloud glanced away, looking down at the boy using his free hand as a pillow. He couldn't leave without waking the child, even if their conversation was clearly over. 
Genesis's voice broke the moment, “Do not yank them out!”
“Sorry!” The boy apologized immediately, his hand marred with a clump of small feathers and drops of blood. “I didn't mean to! I thought it was safe…”
“You have to untie them. It's not like brushing hair,” Aerith explained, moving her hands through the feathers. “Here, watch. See the knot? Now find where the feathers came from, then their ends. Be careful. Be gentle.” 
Strife scoffed under his breath. No one else acknowledged it, but Yazoo did, watching his true Big Brother. He had seen it enough times, Big Brother's hatred and caution around them despite their reduced age and strength. The constant glares. The kindness to his old teammates never shared with his brothers. The anger every time they dared speak to any member of his old team. 
Yazoo glanced around at all of their group and at the landscape before him. Something clicked. Midgar against the sky, the curve of the hills and dips of the wasteland, even the location of the plants. 
He had been here before. 
The middle brother stood, leaving the plate behind, and slowly approached the blond in black. The man noticed him immediately, adjusting the blades in the holster. Yazoo held his hands up in surrender. “There’s something I want to test… It won’t take long… Walk with me…”
Strife glared for a moment before checking on everyone else. His younger self and Tifa were laying down, staring at the stars. They wouldn’t notice if they left. “Don’t try anything stupid. And no sudden movements.”
Yazoo nodded before leading the way, deliberately keeping his hands in True Big Brother’s sight. 
Once they could no longer see the team, Strife took out a blade. “Where are we going?” 
“If I remember correctly, it's around the next cliff…”
“What is?”
Instead of answering, Yazoo went ahead to confirm. “It's right here.” He gestured. “Take a look.” 
Strife followed, walking ahead until the targeted object was in view. He nearly snapped the boy's neck. 
It was Zack's body. Zack Fair. From Gongaga. Former First Class. No one would recognize it the way it was now, no soulful blue eyes, no muscles worthy of SOLDIER, no spiky hair frilled like a mane. His body was torn by scavengers, most of which returned to dens and nests before nightfall. His hand was broken deliberately, fingers and knuckles forced in unnatural directions. 
“Why?” Strife spat, offering no further prompt. 
“This is where my brothers and I arrived… I hoped something would happen when you came here… Something that…-” He shook his head, destroying the thought attempting to leave his mouth. Something that would take them out of this horrible world. Something that would bring them all home, even if they were fated to lose. “Never mind… It’s pointless now…”
“So you make me look at the dead body of my friend?” His mako gaze burned. 
“I swear, I did not think of it…”
“Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now.”
Yazoo looked down, sorrowful and aloof. “...The other you protects us… Just as we protected him…” 
Strife didn't want to see the body but the realization hit him like a truck. Cloud protected the remnants because Zack couldn't pass on his legacy. They became his reason for living.
“We can bury him… if that would help…”
He couldn’t hide the shocked anger at the suggestion alone.
Yazoo turned away. “I’ll head back then…” Without another word from his true big brother, he walked away, returning to the group and leaving the wolf behind.
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To be continued...
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antihibikase2 · 2 years ago
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BW : III - The Empress (Upright)
Pink clouds part from her vision, and Bianca finds herself back in her house at Nuvema, except, she was not herself at all.
She was a mere spectator to an ongoing argument between her- a younger her, and her father. Her poor mother tried to mediate their growing argument, to no avail.
Of all the times her father decided to butt in and get in the way of her dreams, he just had to do it on the day Cheren was staying at her place instead of Hilbert’s; she could only imagine Cheren’s face from behind her as she held back frustrated tears.
But, the Bianca of today, the spectator, was able to see it all. 
Her little self was red-faced and on the verge of crying, her mother looked exasperated, and little Cheren hid behind her mother in concern, wondering if it was his place to step in.
She remembers this fight out of the many they had before.
It had occurred a long time ago, when she, Cheren, and Hilbert were denied permission by her father, Silas Alabaster, into leaving little Nuvema Town for their Pokemon journeys. Even Audrea could not argue with a man as bullheaded as he.
It was under the pretense of concern. 
Something about the three of them, being raised in such a tight-knit community, being unprepared for the trials and tribulations that came with being Pokemon trainers.
Still, how did he expect them to grow into capable, independent adults, if he was preventing them from taking the same opportunities as other children their age had?
Just because he was the only present father in Nuvema, it didn’t give him the right to extend his control to her friends.
The fight continues just as she remembers it, culminating in little Bianca yelling out a heated “I hate you!” at the end of her rant, stomping upstairs as Cheren followed her. 
But, instead of seeing how her father would have reacted, or if her mother would run up to check up on the children, the scene before her vanishes into a pink mist.
..which reminds her.
“Where am I?”
...
“Is this a dream?”
Hilbert asks this to no one in particular.
But it had to be, right? He recalled that he was just finishing off a battle with some guy, a grunt under a team called Team Plasma-
When all of a sudden, pink mist surrounded both him and Bianca.
Now here he was in an empty sandy beach, the deep blue sea stretching across the horizon, barely different from the endless clear sky above.
Not even his Pokemon- Tepig or Panpour, were with him.
He would be more worried if not for his earlier assumptions that the scene before him was not real. The breeze did nothing to move even a single strand of his hair, his shoes did not leave marks on the sand-
And the Cheren that suddenly formed in front of him was not Cheren at all.
He was taller, his clothes were different, and the red glasses that rested on his face were not the same pair he would usually wear.
Not to mention, those eyes weren’t Cheren’s usual indigo.
They were as blue as the sea.
Still, he could not stop himself from reaching out to grab their arm. Their startled expression, the jolt they did upon their skin made contact- it felt all too real.
“Cheren? What are you doing here?”
Looking down at Hilbert’s hand, the Cheren look-a-like stared at him with horror.
“..my hero?”
...
Fennel Dreamer was anticipating the arrival of three children- children she’s helped Audrea babysit a couple of times before.
But, she hears from the Striaton triplets that they’ve trained at the Dreamyard as they were setting up the gym.
That wouldn’t be the issue, if not for the sudden explosion that occurred minutes after they told her, followed by a sickly sweet smell.
Without even waiting for the triplets’ instructions on what to do, she sets out on her own to check up on those children herself.
She could never stay in one place for too long, and only this year did she drag Amanita with her to live at Striaton City, moving out of their previous home all the way from Opelucid. 
It was all for a good reason, of course; she had to be near her subjects of interest, and with her project finally coming to fruition, it was only logical she would move to the city that housed the Dreamyard.
Her research had been going swimmingly well, except for one problem; the Munna and Musharna have been restless as of late, unable to exude the Dream Mist she desperately needed for her prototype.
She supposes that the reason for their stress have been those strange people with oven mitts; Amanita told her so, how her classmate at the Trainer School had his Pokemon taken by them just days ago.
She didn’t expect to run into one of those troublemakers himself; though, it seems they were in a daze themselves.
An unusual high amount of Dream Mist wafted through the air, and if not for the respirator she had taken with her, she would have succumbed to the same dream-like state as they had.
She would feel bad for them, but not only did they seem like the villains here,
but there were two children passed out on the floor. Two very familiar children.
They took priority over everyone else.
She sends out a Swoobat from her ball, relying on her Pokemon to fan away the Dream Mist as she dragged the children with her to the staircase leading to the basement. 
She recognized them fairly well; these were two of the three children she used to babysit with her dear friend.
Hilbert Blackburn had grown much taller. With his hand clenched tightly around a Pokeball, and a Tepig sleeping on his chest, she could only assume he chose the fiery starter from Audrea’s collection.
Bianca Alabaster had also grown tremendously, but she was no longer the tallest in her group, it seemed; a shivering Munna seeks shelter in her arms, releasing small spurts of Dream Mist in an attempt to protect itself. 
Perhaps from those villains upstairs, the ones who were currently hallucinating being reprimanded by their lord.
She would get the details later. For now, just by looking at them, she knew these kids were in need of help.
As a victim of one too many Dream Mist incidents herself, she and Amanita had come up with effective methods to awake those who fell into a deep sleep; she pops open a bottle of crushed berry powders.
“Oh, Audrea is going to kill me if she finds out,” She bemoans. “Well, down the hatch, kiddos!”
She sprinkles the powders into their open mouths.
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Advanced Care for Expecting Mothers: Pregnancy Ultrasound in Najafgarh by Starimaging
Pregnancy is a beautiful journey that marks the beginning of a new chapter in life. As an expectant mother, ensuring the health and development of your baby becomes a top priority. One of the most important aspects of prenatal care is undergoing timely and accurate ultrasounds. If you’re looking for pregnancy ultrasound in Najafgarh, Starimaging stands out as a trusted and advanced diagnostic center dedicated to supporting you through every stage of your pregnancy.In this blog, we’ll explore the significance of pregnancy ultrasounds, the types of ultrasounds available, the benefits of getting them done at Starimaging in Najafgarh, and why expert diagnostic care is essential during this delicate phase of life.
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Understanding Pregnancy Ultrasound: A Window to Your Baby’s World
A pregnancy ultrasound is a non-invasive imaging test that uses sound waves to create real-time images of the growing fetus inside the womb. It plays a vital role in prenatal care by monitoring fetal development, detecting abnormalities, and estimating delivery dates. Ultrasound examinations also help assess the placenta, amniotic fluid levels, and the overall health of both mother and baby. Ultrasounds are safe for both the mother and fetus, which makes them one of the most commonly recommended diagnostic tools during pregnancy.
Why Ultrasound Scans Are Crucial During Pregnancy
There are several stages during pregnancy when ultrasound scans are recommended:
1. Early Pregnancy Scan (6–9 weeks)
This scan confirms the pregnancy, determines the gestational age, and checks for multiple pregnancies (twins, triplets, etc.). It also helps identify the location of the pregnancy to rule out ectopic cases.
2. Nuchal Translucency (NT) Scan (11–14 weeks)
Performed during the first trimester, this scan assesses the risk of chromosomal abnormalities such as Down syndrome.
3. Anomaly Scan (18–22 weeks)
This is a detailed examination that checks the baby’s organs and overall anatomical development. It can identify structural anomalies and is one of the most critical scans during pregnancy.
4. Growth and Doppler Scan (28–40 weeks)
These late-pregnancy scans help evaluate the baby’s growth, position, placenta function, and amniotic fluid levels. Doppler studies also assess blood flow to ensure the baby is receiving adequate oxygen and nutrients.
Starimaging: Reliable Pregnancy Ultrasound in Najafgarh
For expecting mothers in and around Najafgarh, Starimaging offers a combination of advanced technology, compassionate care, and accurate diagnostics. With years of trusted service in medical imaging, Starimaging has become a preferred destination for pregnancy ultrasound in Najafgarh.
Here’s why thousands of patients rely on Starimaging for their prenatal imaging needs:
1. State-of-the-Art Equipment
Starimaging is equipped with high-resolution ultrasound machines, including 3D and 4D imaging systems. These provide clear visuals of the fetus, allowing for early detection of any complications and better monitoring of the baby’s development.
2. Skilled Radiologists and Sonographers
The center employs experienced and highly qualified radiologists who specialize in fetal imaging. Their expertise ensures that every scan is performed with precision and interpreted with a high level of clinical accuracy.
3. Comfortable and Patient-Centric Environment
Pregnancy can be an emotionally sensitive time. Starimaging’s staff is trained to provide a warm, respectful, and caring atmosphere for expecting mothers, ensuring a stress-free experience during scans.
4. Digital Reports and Efficient Turnaround
Starimaging ensures minimal waiting time for reports, and patients receive accurate, easy-to-understand findings, essential for timely decision-making by your gynecologist or obstetrician.
3D/4D Pregnancy Ultrasound: Bonding Before Birth
One of the most cherished experiences for expecting parents is seeing their baby’s movements and features in real-time. Starimaging offers 3D and 4D pregnancy ultrasound in Najafgarh, which enables parents to view their baby’s facial expressions, movements, and even smiles before birth. While not medically necessary, these scans are safe and often recommended for emotional bonding with the unborn baby.
Benefits of Choosing a Local Pregnancy Ultrasound Center in Najafgarh
Many pregnant women in Najafgarh may feel the need to travel far for advanced diagnostic services. However, Starimaging eliminates that concern by bringing world-class imaging services right to your neighborhood.
Convenience and Accessibility
Located in the heart of Najafgarh, Starimaging ensures that expecting mothers do not have to endure long travel hours or delays in diagnostic care.
Continuous Monitoring Made Easier
Pregnancy involves multiple follow-up scans, and having a reliable ultrasound center nearby helps maintain continuity of care. At Starimaging, your medical records are stored securely, making it easy to compare results over time.
Coordination with Your Doctor
The diagnostic team at Starimaging works in collaboration with local OB-GYNs and healthcare providers to ensure that every report aligns with your treatment plan, providing a seamless healthcare experience.
What to Expect During a Pregnancy Ultrasound
When you visit Starimaging for a pregnancy ultrasound in Najafgarh, here’s what you can expect:
Preparation: Depending on the stage of your pregnancy, you may be advised to arrive with a full bladder (especially for early scans).
Procedure: You’ll be asked to lie down, and a sonographer will apply a water-based gel to your abdomen. A handheld transducer is then moved over your belly to capture the images.
Duration: Most scans take about 15 to 30 minutes, though detailed scans like anomaly tests may take longer.
Results: The radiologist will analyze the images and prepare a report, which is typically shared within a short time.
Frequently Asked Questions
1. Are pregnancy ultrasounds safe?
Yes, ultrasound imaging is non-invasive and has no known harmful effects on the mother or baby when conducted by trained professionals.
2. Can I bring my partner or family member to the scan?
Yes, Starimaging welcomes family support during your scan. However, due to privacy policies, it’s advisable to check in advance about current visitor guidelines.
3. Is it necessary to undergo all recommended scans?
Each ultrasound has a specific clinical purpose. Skipping any scan could lead to missed information about the baby’s health or development. Always consult your gynecologist regarding the schedule.
Conclusion: Empowering Pregnancy Journeys in Najafgarh
Pregnancy is a time filled with joy, excitement, and anticipation. Ensuring your baby's well-being through timely and accurate diagnostics is one of the most important responsibilities during this period. For residents of Najafgarh and surrounding areas, Starimaging provides trusted, advanced, and compassionate care through its pregnancy ultrasound services. Whether it’s your first trimester scan or a 4D bonding session, Starimaging is committed to walking alongside you every step of the way—making your journey to motherhood as safe, informed, and joyful as possible.
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Why a Specialized Maternity Hospital Lucknow is Essential for a Safe Delivery
The journey to motherhood is one of the most profound and transformative experiences in a woman’s life. It brings with it a mix of excitement, anticipation, and, understandably, anxiety—especially when it comes to ensuring a safe and healthy delivery. In this context, the importance of choosing a specialized maternity hospital in Lucknow cannot be overstated. These healthcare facilities are designed not just to provide medical care, but to offer comprehensive, compassionate support throughout pregnancy, labor, and postpartum recovery.
Whether you are an expectant mother navigating a low-risk pregnancy or facing more complex medical concerns, a dedicated maternity hospital offers tailored services that significantly enhance maternal and neonatal outcomes. Here’s why choosing such a hospital, particularly in a thriving city like Lucknow, is a wise and necessary decision for a safe delivery.
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1. Expertise in Maternal and Fetal Health
One of the most compelling reasons to choose a specialized maternity hospital in Lucknow is the availability of highly skilled professionals focused exclusively on women’s reproductive health. Unlike general hospitals, maternity-specific centers are staffed with experienced gynecologists in Lucknow, obstetricians, anesthesiologists, pediatricians, and nursing staff who are trained to handle all aspects of prenatal, perinatal, and postnatal care.
From regular prenatal check-ups and screenings to managing labor and delivery, these professionals offer the medical acumen necessary to guide expectant mothers through each stage of pregnancy with confidence. The presence of the best gynae laparoscopic surgeon in Lucknow ensures that even advanced procedures like minimally invasive cesarean sections or emergency interventions can be carried out with precision and minimal risk.
2. Advanced Infrastructure and Technology
Specialized maternity hospitals are equipped with state-of-the-art infrastructure designed to support safe childbirth. This includes high-resolution ultrasound machines for detailed fetal imaging, fetal monitoring systems, neonatal intensive care units (NICUs), labor delivery recovery (LDR) rooms, and advanced surgical suites for cesarean sections.
Such facilities are vital for both routine and complicated deliveries. For women with underlying medical conditions or those expecting twins or triplets, these hospitals offer specialized monitoring and intervention options that general healthcare facilities might lack. Furthermore, the availability of an in-house high-risk pregnancy doctor ensures that any complications can be swiftly and effectively managed.
3. Comprehensive Antenatal and Postnatal Care
A specialized maternity hospital doesn’t just focus on the moment of delivery. It emphasizes a holistic approach that includes antenatal classes, nutrition counseling, mental health support, and postnatal care. These services are designed to empower mothers with knowledge and practical tips for navigating the challenges of pregnancy and early motherhood.
Many hospitals also offer lactation consultants and physiotherapy sessions for postpartum recovery. This all-encompassing care approach ensures that the mother remains healthy and confident throughout her journey, reducing the risk of postpartum depression and other complications.
4. Safety for High-Risk Pregnancies
Not all pregnancies are the same. Women with pre-existing conditions like hypertension, diabetes, thyroid disorders, or a history of miscarriage or premature labor require specialized attention. In such cases, being under the care of a high-risk pregnancy doctor becomes essential.
A specialized maternity hospital in Lucknow offers a multidisciplinary approach where gynecologists, endocrinologists, dietitians, and fetal medicine specialists work together to create a personalized care plan. This team-based model ensures that both the mother and baby are closely monitored, significantly reducing the chances of complications during labor and delivery.
5. Emergency Preparedness
One of the most critical aspects of maternity care is being prepared for emergencies. Complications like fetal distress, preeclampsia, or unexpected labor can arise at any time. Specialized maternity hospitals are always on high alert and ready to act with swift medical interventions.
Their emergency protocols include access to blood banks, anesthetists on call, neonatal resuscitation units, and 24/7 operation theatres. These facilities are not only lifesaving but also contribute to peace of mind for both the mother and her family.
6. Personalized Birth Plans and Support
Today’s mothers-to-be are more informed and involved in the decision-making process. Specialized maternity hospitals offer personalized birthing plans, whether the mother prefers a natural birth, water birth, epidural-assisted delivery, or scheduled cesarean section.
These hospitals also provide options for doulas, midwives, and family involvement during labor. Emotional support during delivery can play a significant role in reducing stress and making the experience more positive.
7. Privacy and Comfort
Unlike general hospitals, maternity-specific institutions offer a more serene, private, and supportive environment. Private suites, dedicated nurses, and comfortable labor rooms contribute to a stress-free experience.
Many hospitals even design their delivery suites to feel homely and less clinical, helping mothers feel relaxed and supported. This environment significantly impacts labor progress and maternal satisfaction.
8. Laparoscopic Expertise for Surgical Deliveries
Sometimes, vaginal delivery might not be an option, and cesarean sections become necessary. In such situations, having access to the best gynae laparoscopic surgeon in Lucknow makes a world of difference. Laparoscopic procedures offer numerous benefits such as minimal scarring, reduced pain, shorter hospital stays, and quicker recovery.
For women who require gynecologic surgeries before or after pregnancy—such as fibroid removal, endometriosis treatment, or cyst excision—laparoscopic methods are safe and effective, provided they are performed by highly trained professionals in a specialized setting.
9. Trusted Guidance from Top Gynecologists in Lucknow
Choosing the right gynecologist in Lucknow is crucial when planning for a safe and smooth delivery. A specialized maternity hospital brings together a team of some of the most respected and experienced names in women’s health. These professionals not only provide accurate medical advice but also offer the emotional and psychological reassurance needed during such a vulnerable phase.
Patients benefit from continuity of care, where the same doctor follows them throughout their pregnancy. This creates a strong bond of trust, improves communication, and enhances overall patient satisfaction.
10. Community and Support Network
Lastly, specialized maternity hospitals often host support groups, parenting workshops, and community forums that connect new mothers with others going through similar experiences. This support network is invaluable, particularly for first-time mothers who may feel overwhelmed or isolated.
Whether it’s sharing breastfeeding tips, navigating sleep schedules, or managing postpartum recovery, being part of a community provides emotional strength and encouragement during the transition into motherhood.
In summary, a specialized maternity hospital in Lucknow provides a critical foundation for safe and successful childbirth. With expert medical care, advanced infrastructure, comprehensive support services, and a nurturing environment, it ensures that both mother and baby receive the highest standard of care.
For expectant mothers in Lucknow looking for a trusted name in women’s health, Dr. Mansi Dhingra stands out as a beacon of excellence. An accomplished gynecologist in Lucknow, she brings over a decade of expertise and is a proud member of the Royal College of Obstetrics and Gynaecology in London, UK. Visit Narika Women’s Health Clinic for personalized, compassionate maternity care you can trust.
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