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bumpbrigade · 5 days ago

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between honour and heartbeat (8212 words) by pinkpilot Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James Norrington/Jack Sparrow Characters: James Norrington, Jack doesn't really show up in this fic but his consequences do :) Additional Tags: Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, some men can get pregnant because the world of fanfic is a wondrous place, Disgraced James Norrington, pregnant character doing things a pregnant person shouldn't do, Whump, Sad times, Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Soft Moments in Harsh Environments, Implied/Referenced Abortion Series: Part 2 of what the sea gave Summary: The sea is as unforgiving as he feels. Vast, endless and empty. James stands on deck, hands braced against the railing, feeling the saltwater whip across his face. The wind tugs at his coat, but it’s not enough to distract him from the gnawing discomfort that’s settled deep in his stomach. The nausea, his dreadfully persistent companion, comes and goes in waves, and each time it recedes, he feels weaker. His body, like his life, is betraying him. He hasn’t told a soul about the sickness. The days spent doubled over, the headaches and the growing sense of dizziness are all his to suffer in solitude. His own personal misery. --- --- --- Prequel fic to 'between compass and heart'

#monthly prompts

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bumpbrigade · 16 days ago

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Fandom: Metalocalypse

Pairing: PickleFace (Pickles/Murderface)

Word count: 1k

Content warnings: graphic description of birth, surprise twin.

Author’s note: so this is actually a mix of a rp I did with a wonderful writing partner and a work loosely based on writing prompts in a server I’m in! First time writing these characters by myself so please be nice lmao. Story underneath cut as always!

Pickles never really thought about raising a family, at least until it was 3 am and he was staring at a pregnancy test with blood shot eyes and a tear stained face, leaning up quietly against his boyfriend for some sort of comfort.

Now here he was, almost 9 months later and hiding his baby bump on stage.

It was the last concert of the tour and despite being heavily pregnant, he insisted on performing. Though he was starting to slip up, almost missing his solo from the annoying back pains he had been feeling all day. He figured it was just Braxton Hicks considering he wasn’t due for another two weeks.

He was quietly counting in his head, watching Nathan wrap up this last song. It couldn’t seem to finish fast enough.

As the curtain started to drop, that’s when he felt a sudden release of pressure and his pants becoming rapidly soaked.

Fuck.

His waters had broken.

Heaving himself up, he almost stumbled- the weight in his pelvis unbearable.

“C-come.. on Pickles—“ He spoke through clenched teeth, dropping his drum sticks as he stumbled to the nearby couch.

Was labor even supposed to move this fast? Fuck.. he couldn’t remember, Charles had been talking to him about it- but he hadn’t exactly been paying attention.

“Pickles?!” Murderface’s anxious voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he looked up.

“Yeah?” He tried to grin, but it was more of a grimace as he doubled over with a groan, sweat pouring down his face.

“What’s wrong?! Is the baby coming?!” Murderface immediately crouched down in front of him, taking a hold of his shaking hands.

“Y-yeah.. I— ughhh..” he groaned, not being able to finish his sentence.

“Shit—“ Murderface muttered under his breath, the others were rushing around trying to find things to help, but Pickles was Murderface’s only focus.

“It’s okay- it’s okay, let’s get your pants off yeah?” Murderface wasn’t sure why in the fuck he was so calm, considering he had been more anxious then pickles this entire pregnancy.

“Uh huh..” Pickles groaned as Nathan stepped in, offering a towel to place beneath the other, a wet washcloth wiping off the smearing corpse paint.

“Haaa..” Pickles whined, gripping the edge of the couch as his eyes screwed shut.

“G-gotta.. push!” He yelled, his voice sounding frantic.

Having tugged the others soaked jeans and underwear off, Murderface nodded. “Go ahead, nice and easy-“ He spoke, stroking the other’s thighs.

Pickles had grabbed the nearest thing to hold, which happened to be Nathan’s hand. The lead singer grimaced at how tight he had a grip, but made no other complaints.

As the next contraction came over, he bared down.

“Good, good! Just like that Pickles!” Murderface spoke.

“Ugh!” Pickles whined, breathless and shaking. “Is it supposed to fucking burn?” He groaned.

“It’s normal— it’s just the baby crowning-“ Charles piped up, having gathered up more towels.

“Fuck!” Pickles yelled as he gave another push. He wasn’t expecting everything to happen so fast!

“Few more pushes!” Murderface cheered, cradling the head in his trembling hands.

“Oh shut up! You're not the one pushing out a baby!” Pickles groaned, though there was no real bite to his words.

Murderface couldn’t help but laugh, but had quickly shut up as Pickles glared.

“One more big push!” Murderface spoke, trying to hide his excitement. Tears were burning the back of his eyes.

Pickles grunted, shifting slightly to try to give himself a bit more gravity as the shoulders suddenly shot free. The squalling newborn falling into Mutderface’s awaiting arms.

“We have a son, Pickles!” Murderface cried, tears now rolling freely down his cheeks.

The baby continued to fuss as Murderface cleaned him off a bit before finally settling him into Pickle’s awaiting arms.

Pickles had gathered up the fussing baby, trying his hardest not to burst into laughter.

“Wowies—“ Toki spoke off, peering behind the new family. “He looks justs likes Murderface” Toki mumbled as Pickles nodded in agreement.

As the baby settled down, Pickles leaned into Murderface, glad to have a few moments to just rest and relish the quiet moment.

At least until the contractions started again, but he figured it was just the afterbirth. Yet he was still rather uncomfortable, not being able to help but groan as he handed the sleeping baby to Nathan.

“Pushing..” He warned before his chin was tucked into his chest.

“Uhhh…” Murderface went pale at the sight, that… was a head?!

“Umm.. Pickles—“ Charles began, trying to keep his voice steady so he wouldn’t freak out the drummer.

“What?!” Pickles snapped, glaring at the two who were crouched in front of his trembling legs.

“Um. Well you see—“ Charles spoke, “there’s another head- I believe you are having twins.” Charles explained.

“What?!” Pickle's voice rose, eyes wide as he gave a shake of his head.

“Ah pickles—“ Murderface piped up, “that’s definitely a head— shit!” Murderface yelped as the baby came out suddenly. Much smaller than her brother, but just as loud.

Pickles barely registered what happened, staring at the squirmy little bundle in Murderface’s arms.

“We have a daughter too!” Murderface grinned brightly, moving to place the new baby into Pickles arms.

“It seems as though her brother was taking up most of the room, but she seems healthy-“ Charles spoke. “Congratulations you two.” Charles patted Murderface on the shoulder before shuffling to the side to make a few phone calls to the medical bay.

“Here—“ Nathan had carefully placed the baby boy into Pickle’s free arm.

The band watched as the baby girl's cries settled, curling up into her brother.

“Well will ya look at that!” Murderface beamed, clearly happy.

“Wowie… two’s!” Toki spoke, seeming the most excited.

“Yeah.. yeah— holy shit.. two!” Pickles laughed, slumping back into the seat.

“What are their names?” Nathan asked, draping a towel over Pickle’s lap to give him at least a bit of decency.

“Well..” Murderface glanced at their son, who was about twice the size of his sister. “That’s Alexander.. Alex for short” He decided as Pickles nodded.

“And this is Lilith, Lily for short.” Pickles piped up, still leaning heavily into Murderface.

“Nine months making me suffer and you were hiding the whole time huh?” Pickles cooed tiredly at his daughter, kissing the top of her head.

#monthly prompts #Yayyyy our first entry!

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