#accidental pregnancy tw

[greywoodrpg]

𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕠

he appears as though he was born twenty-nine years ago but is actually twenty-nine, he is a faerie who lives in mystic grove as the owner of the secret garden, and is in no fantasy. he looks an awful lot like harry styles.

“I fell in love with you the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

tw: homophobia, disappearance, dysfunctional family, accidental pregnancy, miscarriage,

Oliver was born to a faerie mother and a human father, although he knows little to nothing about his mother. He grew up in the human world, and has only returned to the fae realm once. He found it an unfamiliar landscape, and although it was pleasant being around a community that understood him so deeply, he yearned to return to his life and the people he knew in the human world, so he came home. He hasn’t returned, but plans to visit again eventually. 

He was essentially raised by his father, who did his best, but wasn’t a particularly good caregiver. He had never really wanted to have children, and so bringing Oliver up was more like a chore than a pleasure. He loved Oliver, but their relationship was quite unconventional, and Oliver was put to work around the house from a very young age. They lived on the outskirts of Greywood, and relied heavily on town amenities. 

Oliver always knew he was a faerie, that wasn’t something his father hid from him (and besides, the pointed ears sort of gave him away), but whenever he asked about his mother and what she was like, his father would get angry and then go silent, refusing to answer any of his questions. 

At the age of 19, he realised that he was pansexual, and plucked up the courage to tell his father. He had anticipated that his father wouldn’t be thrilled, but he was absolutely furious, more angry than Oliver had ever seen him, and he disowned Oliver right there and then on the spot, and fled Greywood. Oliver hasn’t seen him or heard from him since. He was devastated, and had never felt more alone. He ended up starting a relationship which he poured all his energy into, but after two years of being together, they left him in the middle of the night just like his father had, with no explanation and no further contact. Then came Elenora.

Oliver and Elenora had been at school at the same time, and knew each other’s faces from around town. They were never in the same class together given that Oliver is a year younger, but they were drawn to each other from day one. Despite not really having much of a friendship with her, Oliver was bereft when Elenora left for College, and when she returned from her studies, he promised himself he’d make an effort to get to know her.

The pair became friends quickly, bonding over their disappointing fathers and absent mothers, and they both opened up to each other about their fluid sexualities, supporting and encouraging one another to step into who they each truly were. Eventually, they ended up together when Oliver was 26 and Nelly was 27, and their relationship was passionate and fiery. They loved each other deeply, although neither of them ever made the move to make things official, despite spending most nights together for the better part of a year. They were both terrified of commitment, and Oliver didn’t want to be abandoned yet again. 

Things changed when Elenora accidentally got pregnant, and the pair were just beginning to talk about making their relationship a little more official when she tragically miscarried. Both were grief-stricken, and Elenora had made up her mind that Oliver only wanted to commit to her because of the baby, so after a tense month of trying to reconcile, the pair ended things for good. They are amiable with each other now, and Oliver is still in love with her, but they haven’t spent any time together since ending things. 

Now, Oliver owns his own little floristry, and is quiet content living in Greywood, but he is determined to find out more about his mother.

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

None.

penned by... may

[clarissaolsen-archive]

PSD by Lupus Australis, Graphic made by Cat

{ BRYANA HOLLY | TWENTY-EIGHT | CIS WOMAN﹜  welcome to san francisco, CLARISSA OLSEN! just to make sure, you go by SHE/HERS, right? okay, great. i just have a few questions for you before i can let you go..  how long have you been here for? TWO YEARS. where are you currently living? SOMA. what’s your current occupation? SURGICAL RESIDENT of THE UCSF GENERAL SURGERY RESIDENCY PROGRAM. what’s your dream occupation? PEDIATRIC SURGEON. wow! interesting. is there a secret that we can keep between you and i? HER DAUGHTER ISN’T ACTUALLY HER BIOLOGICAL CHILD. lastly, this is a bit of a random question but … what’s your favorite song? EVERYTHING MATTERS by AURORA & that’s all they wrote, friend! we can’t wait to see you around the golden city!

Trigger Warnings (I warn in front of the bio too I just like having these upfront. If you notice any potential ones I may have forgotten, even if they're not on the trigger list, please let me know and I will add them asap!):

General: Possibly drug addiction tw in her stats, depending on your opinion of caffeine.

Biography: Child Abandonment, Drug Addiction (npc's, not Clarissa's), Accidental Pregnancy (not Clarissa's and only very mentioned briefly in passing)

Full Name: Clarissa Rose Olsen Preferred Name: Clarissa Olsen Age: 28 Birthday: February 14th Height: 5’7” Gender & Pronouns: Woman (She/Hers) Sexuality: Bisexual Occupation: Surgery Resident in the UCSF General Surgery Residency Program Relationship Status: Engaged to Logan Elswood

Place of Birth: Honolulu, Hawai’i Hometown: Waimanalo, Hawai’i Languages Spoken: English, some 'Ōlelo Hawai’i  Country of Citizenship: United States Ethnicity: Kānaka Maoli, Japanese, Russian and Slovenian

Conditions: N/A Allergies: N/A Addictions: Caffeine (gotta have that coffee to function. How else do you get through med school and residencies?)

MBTI: ENFJ Enneagram: 1w2 (The Reformer with The Helper Wing) Alignment: Neutral Good Zodiac: Aquarius Percy Jackson Parent: Persephone Pokémon Type: Ice

Ices are regal, polite, glamorous, and impossibly hard to know. Many of them seem ageless, in a bit of a pinched, tense-seeming way. With them, every pause, smile, and gesture is appropriate, yet strained. They know a lot about proper etiquette, and always have the right answer for how to gracefully solve a social problem. They have many friends, and host wonderful parties, yet you never feel at ease in their presence. Ices are as perfectionistic as Grounds, without the impatience and frustrating goal-mindedness. They are graceful and slow, meticulous and proud. Even something as simple as selecting an outfit can be elevated by an Ice into an art. Every step is considered and measured, every accessory perfectly placed. They don’t like being rushed or criticized; they don’t need your criticism, they’ll find the flaws on their own.

Pokémon Type: Dragon

Dragon Types seem to operate on their own plane of existence, with its own system of morals and values. Stubborn yet perpetually happy, Dragons refuse to grapple with your criticisms of them. Dragons live their lives without any care about whether other people notice. They tend to be reclusive and self-contained. Because they are so resolute about doing things their own way, and feel no need to explain it, they don’t make good long-term partners for most people. However, if you can give them the space they need to forge their own quiet, maybe sometimes even a bit odd, lives, you can learn a great deal of wisdom from them.

Winx: Nature

Father: Rei Olsen Mother: Clarissa doesn’t actually know this info. She left right after Clarissa was born and her father has never talked about her, and she’s never wanted to know. Children: Isabelle “Belle” Elswood (4 years old)

TWs: Child Abandonment, Drug Addiction (specifically cocaine, regarding her fiance), Accidental Pregnancy (not Clarissa's and mentioned briefly in passing)

You can skip both the addiction and pregnancy tw by not reading the 6th paragraph if you'd like. The paragraph starts with "The answer came in less than a year..." so just stop reading and go straight to "And despite the fact..."

For as long as Clarissa could remember, it's always been her and her father. Her mother left, not long after she was born, leaving simply a note that expressed she couldn’t do this. The whole being a wife thing, a mother, it was too much for her. But, despite everything - she’d never really felt a gap missing or anything. She had her father, who loved her very much, grandparents who she spent lots of time with, and she lived in probably the most beautiful place in the world.  Her father was a linguistic anthropologist with John Hopkins, working alongside the anthropology unit at University of Hawaii—Mānoa. A position he’d always held with great pride, but he’d always say the greatest joy was being her father.  And he was a great father. Clarissa didn’t even notice the absence of a mother until she started interacting with children her own age. And in all honesty, she's never really felt that void people expect her to feel whenever she mentions it was just her and her dad growing up. He was always there for her, every step of the way. Which only made the decision to attend college on the mainland even harder for her. Sure, she’d gotten into Cornell - something her father was excitedly telling everyone who’d stop long enough to listen to him. His Clarissa had gotten into an ivy league school, on a scholarship, but despite how ecstatic the man was - that didn’t make leaving any easier. It was in New York City she’d met Logan Elswood, it’d been a casual bump in. It’d been her second year of medical school when they’d bumped into each other and the girl he’d been walking with started laughing and trying to apologize for her dad between giggles. At first she thought it was a weird couple thing. He looked about Clarissa’s age, there was no way he was the father of a college freshman. But then he apologized for his sister and offered to buy Clarissa a coffee to make up for the error and from there, it felt like everything was falling into place. After that day, they’d talk constantly - he’d call her while she studied, she’d sit at his kitchen counter and work on anatomy as he tried to keep all nine of the siblings he’d dropped out of high school to raise out of trouble and try to ignore how uncomfortable the spacious upper east side apartment felt.

He’d grown up in an entirely different world than her. While Clarissa never really noticed her father struggling - the Elswood family were something else entirely. Too rich, uncomfortably so, the type of family where one of them would casually mention loaning their best friend the money for MIT because he couldn’t get a loan from the school at the dinner table and people didn’t act like it was the most outrageous thing they’d ever heard. Sometimes she wondered if this was what she actually wanted - sure she liked Logan, and his siblings accepted her with open arms and genuine enthusiasm. But, did she actually want to stay with him for the rest of her life, knowing that his world was so much different than hers? The answer came in less than a year of dating him in the form of a bundle left on the doorstep one July morning, with a note that echoed the one her mother had left. And despite Logan’s absolute, and genuine confusion, he took the situation at face value and accepted the fact he now had a daughter. Maybe storks didn’t exist, but exes that he’d broken up with long before they’d met and consensual hookup under the influence of cocaine he’d never thought much about certainly did. And maybe most people would have left after being hit in the face that not only was their boyfriend suddenly had an infant on top of the fact he’d never mentioned his cocaine addiction before, but she really liked Logan. And despite the fact all of her friends were telling her to leave before the situation got wilder - she stayed. She’d argue that decision was one of the best ones in her life. It was hard, balancing med school and a daughter she hadn’t been planning on having anytime soon, but it felt worth it every single time she came in the front door and Isabelle’s face lit up. Maybe welcoming your first child in less than a year of dating someone wasn’t the most ideal situation, but the longer Clarissa spent with the two, the more she realized that she wanted this. A life with Logan, being Belle’s mom. When she was given chance to legally adopt the girl finally she signed the papers without hesitation. Clarissa was here for the long haul, even if it meant smiling through her future-father-in-law’s obnoxiously large parties and Logan’s siblings constant shenanigans. It was worth it.

And when Logan suggested moving to San Francisco after she finished up her medical program at Columbia (it was “close enough to Emmett to keep him out of trouble,” and yet “far enough away from LA they wouldn’t have to babysit him unless something went drastically wrong” - a proposition she could understand the appeal of). She applied to residency at UCSF and got into the program, found a nice four bedroom apartment and settled into her life in San Francisco.  As far as anyone needs to be concerned, Clarissa Olsen moved into the neighborhood with her fiance, their daughter, and the two youngest Elswood children who Edward sent to live with them the second he found out they were leaving New York. (Much to Logan's relief, if we're going to be honest). And if the neighbors make comments about how Belle got her nose and how the girl looks just like her, well... Clarissa’s never going to say anything to the contrary. 

[konigsblog]

A WHILE AGO YOU SPOKE ABOUT STEPBROTHERS SIMON, KYLE AND JOHNNY AND STEPFATHER PRICE AND PLEASE🙏🙏🙏

stepbrothers soap, gaz and ghost. ;3

tw/cw: accidental pregnancy, stepcest, alcohol consumption, afab!gn!reader x gazsoapghost.

note: forgot price :(

it wasn't supposed to happen. you'd gotten drunk with simon one night, leaning further into his burly and sturdy chest as he poured alcohol into your mouth playfully. although this was supposed to be a sibling bonding moment, your stepbrother, simon, would always find a way to turn it sexual — or to have his way with you.

he'd spread your thighs, your soft and warm cunt leaking with your sweet arousal, droplets of your juices running down your thighs slowly, his lengthy and veiny dick pushed deep inside your hole. you cried out drunkenly, the two of you too drunk to make a good decision together, sharing the same braincell between the both of you, babbling total nonsense as he fucked you ruthlessly, his hard and rough thrusts leaving your cunny drooling and sopping wet.

although, one thing didn't cross either of your minds: contraception. you didn't think that perhaps having sex with your stepbrother would result in getting pregnant, you weren't thinking straight in the moment. although, you decided to keep it a secret. even if simon was aware, he couldn't just admit he'd gotten you pregnant — not even to johnny and kyle, they'd be pissed. instead, you hid it from all of them, leading them to fight over who got you pregnant that night...

johnny would fuck your cunt lovingly in an attempt at coercing the answer from you, getting rougher as you ignored his pleas. gaz would attempt at guilt tripping you, rubbing up against you and groping your growing and swollen breasts, pleading for an answer in that sweet voice you find hard to deny. :(

[4belphie]

okay ik that accidental pregnancy isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but

i have been thinking abt accidental pregnancy thrown in with book 7 and its kinda….

like imagine something happens between u and lilia post-book 6 and around a month later u realize ur period never came and u take a test and holy shit ur pregnant

u go to tell lilia excited and/or nervous only for him to tell u that hes leaving! surprise :(

so u don’t tell him (bc u don’t want to force him to stay idk) but slowly over the course of book 7, the other diasomnia members find out and they’re all freaking out

[spacebubblehomebase]

Helllo i Love your art more than i love donuts and thats ALLOT.but my boy lucifer can have babys,like i dont even know how that works!make it make sense! I just wanna say thank you again for curing are boredom👍🏻

You are SO right that is high praise indeed! I'm honored! =D So here. Have a donut! 🍩🍩🍩 As for Luci, let us turn to the world's favorite 700k+ words old man fanfiction that is The Bible (tm) as according to their lore, it's been canonically stated that angels are genderless for they are beings made of the Pure Holy Spirit and- Holy SHIT! What do you know??? Our dear depressed duck dad was an angel himself and in some depictions Lilith is infertile as was her punishment for her freedom! The more you know! -Bubbly💙

(LMAO. My guy's been traumatized. Once is enough XD)

[oh-katsuki]

STOP IT CAL BC TENDOU WOULD KEEP FUCKING YOU AND FUCKING YOU AND FILLING YOU UP UNTIL YOU OVERFLOW WITH HIS CUM RAAAHHHH

i giggled bad because i feel like i can hear the urgency in your tone loll

also,, i think tendou gets you pregnant on accident. you're on the pill, so you fuck sometimes without a condom. it's definitely a kink thing, sometimes just because you both don't have any but need each other so bad. you know, basic heat of the moment shit.

you're not married either. long term relationship and marriage is definitely in the question, but you're not engaged or married. and one day it just.. happens. you get pregnant. fucked up taking the pill and didn't think twice when satori spread your legs on the bed, hiked your knees you your chest, and pumped you full of his cum with a lazy, salacious grin. it was habit and this time, it took.

but it's not a bad thing. surprising, sure, but you become preoccupied with the way satori kneels down beside you while you're at the kitchen table in your shared apartment after telling him, hand on your belly. he's resting his forehead on your upper arm, mumbling something possessive and almost primal about how he helped put that baby in you. and his hand slips slowly down into the waist band of your shorts, fingers grazing lightly at the base of your stomach.

"right here," he breathes out, grinning up at you with his signature slick grin.

yeah, it was an accident, but it's a good accident. and the good news is that you don't really have to worry about a condom for the next nine months.

[lumiolivierlithium]

So is the Life of a Pirate (1/?)

Series: One Piece

Chapter: 1/?

Word Count: 5019

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Sanji x OC (Reader)

A dalliance six years ago has a funny way of catching up to Sanji when the Straw Hats stop to restock the ship.

a/n: I'm not sure how often I'm going to update this, but I have 4-5 chapters already done, so do what you will with that information. Depends on how well this one does, I guess.

“Come on, Mama!” a little boy cried at his mother’s knee.  His big, blue eyes staring up at her.  His soft, round cheeks cradled in her palm.  His light blonde hair falling in his face, “Please?  They don’t believe me.”

“Who doesn’t believe you, Ash?” his mother asked.  Cordelia was nineteen when she arrived to her island of Beniville Bay.  It wasn’t an easy trip to her new home, but she wouldn’t have asked for it any other way.  Getting to Beniville Bay got her the sweet little angel at her knee.  But only a few years later, her son would be born.  Her world would be turned upside down.

“The other boys,” Ash took Cordelia by her hand and tried to drag her off.

“Ash, I’m working,” Cordelia giggled, holding her post at the tavern, “I’d love to entertain your friends, but if I’m going to do that, you’ll have to bring them here.”

“Ok!” Ash took that as all the permission he needed.  And he bolted from the tavern. 

“You got your hands full with that one, Cordelia,” the owner of the tavern sat at the end of the bar, her laughter deep and hoarse.

“I know I do,” Cordelia agreed, slumping over the bar, “But he’s my handful, Nora.”

“What’s he on about anyway?” Nora wondered, “He said something about how the other boys don’t believe him.”

“It’s the same story he begs for,” Cordelia sighed out, “When I was still out there.  Before I settled here.”

“And the argument could still be made you haven’t fully settled,” Nora pointed out, “You always look out to the sea.”

“Because it’s where I belong,” Cordelia confessed, “And in a perfect world, I’d go back to the sea.  But I can’t.  I got Ash to think about now.  I can’t just take him and bring him out to sea.  It’s much safer for him here.”

“I think it’s the other reason,” Nora smiled softly, “You’re waiting for him, aren’t you?”

“Him who?” Cordelia went back to wiping down the bar.  The sooner she could switch her train of thought, the better.

“You know damn well who I’m talking about, girl,” Nora gave her a little nudge, “I may be getting up there in years, but I know that look when I see it.  There’s someone you’re waiting for.  Isn’t there?  And that’s why you’re still here.  In case he ever comes back.”

“Waiting is pointless,” Cordelia wrung out her rag and threw it in the bucket under the bar, “I have other priorities that definitely take precedence over that.”

“Do you remember his name?” Nora nodded to the empty barstool next to her.

“Of course, I do,” Cordelia took her seat, “It was-”

“Mama!” Ash came barreling back into the tavern with two other boys behind him, “Tell them!  Tell them!”

“Ash,” Cordelia held her face in her hands, “Alright, boys.  I know I’m not getting out of this one.  Grab a seat.  I’ll tell you.”

“Ash said you knew pirates!”

“Yeah!  And that you were a pirate!”

“My dad said pirates are bad!”

“Alright, alright,” Cordelia settled them, “You wanted me to tell you my stories, didn’t you?  I can’t do that if you’re still running your mouths.”

“Yes, ma’am.” All three of them were dead silent and listening intently.

“Alright,” Cordelia began, “Now, there’s something you need to understand, boys.  There are bad pirates.  That is one hundred percent true.  Because there were some bad pirates that gave me this…”

Cordelia extended her arm and showed off a burn scar on her wrist.  It was no ordinary burn scar, though.  Ash put his fingers up to it, “What’s that, Mama?”

“It’s a brand, baby,” Cordelia went on, “I’m from a place called the Savinon Isles in the South Blue.  They were peaceful little islands.  And I loved it there.  I grew up there.  But when I was about sixteen, those islands were raided by pirates.  They took everything they could.  Berries, jewels, artifacts, map charts, anything they could get their hands on.  And they even took a few of the girls from my village.  Including me.  And they made sure we knew who they belonged to.  So, they burned that mark into my skin.”

“Did it hurt?” one of the boys asked.

“It was the worst pain I ever felt until Ash was born,” Cordelia admitted, “But I had to stay strong.  I couldn’t scream.  I couldn’t cry.  I couldn’t even change my facial expression.  I just had to wince through it.  And it was unbearable…Maybe this isn’t a good story to be telling you three.”

“Come on, Mama!” Ash pleaded.

“We can handle it, Miss Cordelia!”

“Yeah!  Honest!”

“What happened next?”

Cordelia did her best to ever forget what happened next.  She pretended like it never happened.  But those pirates did things that she would never fully be able to shake.  But that wasn’t the end of her story.  And she knew it.  A little smile crept across her face, “Well, those pirates didn’t know who they picked up on the Savinon Isles.  Because my home wasn’t the only one they ransacked.  Whenever they’d have me on deck, I would look everywhere for any possible escape routes.  Or so they thought.  What I was really doing was counting the crew.  There were fifteen men on that ship.  And there were easily double that of the girls they took.”

“They took other girls?”

“That’s not ok.”

“You’re right,” Cordelia agreed, “It’s not.  People aren’t meant to be cargo.  People are meant to be people.  They’re not supposed to be kept.  But when they’d all go to sleep at night, the other girls and I would talk.  And when we’d talk, we were planning our escape.  But it wasn’t enough for us to escape.  They would pay for their crimes.  And because it’s not like the Marines were going to do anything for us, we had to take those matters into our own hands.  They thought they had us completely broken of our spirits.  And they almost did have a few of them.  But their captain…I had a personal vendetta against him.”

“What’s a vendetta, Mama?” Ash cocked his head.

“It means he and I had problems,” Cordelia explained, “And that the only way they’d be solved was violence, bloodshed.  Trust me, Ash.  He definitely got everything he had coming his way.  But because he thought he had me broken, I didn’t get shackled anymore.  So, I let that go on for a couple nights.  Just so I could somewhat earn his trust.  But then…Then, I lost his trust.  And for a good reason.”

“What’d you do?”

“I radicalized those girls,” Cordelia jumped down from her barstool, “I took one of the crewmen’s swords and one of their guns.  I tiptoed into the captain’s cabin while he was sleeping.  I patted him down for any weapons he might have had on him and made sure I took any of the others away.  And I put that gun to his forehead and cocked it.  I was ready to pull the trigger and end him right then and there, but we were miles out in the ocean.  We needed to get to shore.  When he woke up and realized the predicament he was in and that all the other girls were in on it, too, he called the crew on deck.  And I ran that ship all the way to shore.”

“And what about the captain?  What’d you do to him?”

“What any good person would’ve done,” Cordelia shrugged, “I let him go.”

“WHAT?!”

“Mama,” Ash gasped, “After everything he did, after how much he hurt you, you just let him go?”

“I’m no killer, Ash,” Cordelia assured him, “I couldn’t do it.  I couldn’t pull the trigger.  But he didn’t know that.  What I could do, though, was that the second I heard one of the girls call land, I had the original crew of the ship lined up at the plank and I watched each and every one of them jump into the water.  I’m not sure how many survived after that, but I know the captain sunk all the way to the bottom.  I made sure of that.  He had rocks in his pockets.  There’s no telling how many the sea claimed that night.  But the girls and I…Oh, did we celebrate that night.  And into the morning.  And into the next night.  And we were all miserable for a week after that.  We docked and restocked the ship before they were all reunited with their families.”

“But what about you, Mama?  Did you go home, too?”

Cordelia could feel a blow to the heart she didn’t need.  But she still pushed forward, “I didn’t have a home to go back to.  When my village was ransacked, they left it in flames.  So, I was on my own.  Those girls were the only family I had left.  But I was alright.  My notoriety for taking on an entire pirate crew didn’t go unnoticed.  I even got stopped by a Marine vessel.”

“The Marines stopped you?!”

“That’s right,” Cordelia nodded, “The Marines stopped me.  Because I didn’t change my jolly roger.  I needed other pirates to know my ship wasn’t to be messed with.  Because seeing his flags…Then, only seeing me on board…That sent a message.  And even the Marines realized that.  They boarded and searched what was now my ship because they didn’t believe me when I said I was the only one on it.  They told me the former captain had a bounty on his head.  I told them his head was at the bottom of the ocean for trafficking.  They told me it wasn’t my place to give his execution and I should’ve just collected the bounty.  But then, I showed them my brand.  And I looked that Marine captain in the eye and told him it was entirely my place to be his judge, jury, and executioner.  They left me alone after that.  And left me ten million berries for my efforts.  Ten million measly berries for my efforts.”

“Ten million berries can get a girl pretty far on the open sea,” Nora chimed in.

“And it did,” Cordelia sat back down, “That’s when I ended up here.  I made myself comfortable, kept food in my belly and a roof over my head.  And I didn’t trust a pirate after that.”

“But Mama,” Ash flopped over, “You always said we could trust pirates.”

“We can,” Cordelia nodded, “I didn’t say the story was over, did I?”

“You didn’t…”

“There are definitely bad pirates, boys,” Cordelia confirmed, a smile on her face, “That much is true.  But where there are bad pirates, there are also good ones.  There are very good pirates in this world.  And I think I knew the best of the best.”

“What were they called, Miss Cordelia?”

Cordelia couldn’t help it.  Her heart turned into a puddle.  Because only one pirate crew came to mind, “The Straw Hat Pirates.  And I knew all of them.  Although, there were only five when we met.”

“Who were they?”

“Well,” Cordelia laughed to herself, “They were…All something.  They all had their own things going on.  There was Zoro, their swordsman.  He was lucky if he could find his shoes.  But he’d probably get lost finding his way back.  I could’ve given him a compass and a map and he wouldn’t be able to find the bathroom ten feet away.  I also wouldn’t trust him with a bottle of sake.  It’d be gone by morning.  And yet, you could throw a coconut in the air in one piece and by the time it was down on the ground, it’d be cut in eighths.  You don’t take Zoro’s swords away from him.  He won’t hesitate to run someone through if they deserve it.  And there was Usopp.  I have yet to meet someone who’s a better shot than Usopp.  You want someone who could tell a story?  Have Usopp tell you a story.  Because you won’t get a better one.  And there was Nami, their navigator.  I told her about what happened to me on my old ship.  And she told me what happened to her with the last pirate crew she was part of.  We bonded that night.  But the girl had money on her mind.  And I can’t blame her.  And then…Then, there was their captain.”

“Was he like the other captain?” Ash worried, cuddling closer to his mother’s side.

“Oh, no, no, no, sweetheart,” Cordelia could hardly hold herself together, stifling her laughter, “The Straw Hat captain couldn’t have been further from that.  I remember their captain.  He was the worst of all of them.  In fact…Hold on.”

Cordelia went over to the bulletin board they kept in the tavern.  Wanted posters covered it like wallpaper.  Every so often, a bounty hunter would come in and take one, but she knew there had to be one on there.  The one wanted poster she was looking for.  Nora glanced over her shoulder, “Who are you looking for, Cordelia?”

“Hang on…” Cordelia kept scanning them.  Only to find an all too familiar grin sticking out from under one of them.  And she grabbed that wanted poster.  And she slapped it on a nearby table, “I knew I’d find him up there.  That’s him.  Monkey D. Luffy.  I can still hear him introduce himself in my head.  That’s something you can never shake.  My name is Monkey D. Luffy and I’m going to be king of the pirates!  And you know what, boys?  I think he will one day.”

“What makes you say that, Miss Cordelia?”

“Because,” Cordelia took the wanted poster back and rehung it, “He ate all his vegetables.”

“Really?”

“God no,” Cordelia laughed, “I’ve never met someone more carnivorous in my life.  Luffy wouldn’t hurt a fly.  Unless someone hurt one of his friends.  That’s when things would get messy.  Then again, I’ve heard stories about Luffy through the grapevine.  He’d overthrow entire governments if he’s not kept in check.  And with the rest of his crew, it’d be a disaster.  But he had a good heart.  There’s no doubting that.  That’s what made him one of the good pirates.”

“Who’s the other one?” Ash asked.

“What?” Cordelia looked at him strangely, “What do you mean, the other one?  I told you about the whole crew.”

“No, you didn’t,” he shook his head, “You said there were five.  You talked about Zoro, then Usopp, then Nami, then Luffy.  That’s four, Mama.  What about the other one?”

“Oh,” Cordelia let out a little sigh as memories of her encounter with the Straw Hat Pirates flooded her thoughts, “That other one.  Their cook…Their cook was…special.”

“What was his name?” Ash’s eyes only got bigger.  And in those eyes, Cordelia saw…everything.

“Alright, boys,” Cordelia shook it off, “You’ve heard enough.  I’m sure your mothers are looking for you.  And I’m not going to have it be my responsibility when they find you in a place like this.  Ash has an excuse, but you two don’t.”

“Aww…”

“Bye, Miss Cordelia!” And just like that, the boys took off.

“Mama?” Ash knew there was something not right with her.  All they had in life was each other.  The slightest change in Cordelia’s demeanor wouldn’t go unnoticed, “Why wouldn’t you tell us about the other pirate?”

“Don’t worry about it, Ash,” Cordelia brushed him off, “Go in the back and wash up.  I’ll get dinner going for the three of us.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you, Cordelia,” Nora awed, “Thank you.”

“Sure,” Cordelia needed to get her head back on right.  And she could always find her peace in a kitchen. 

But once Ash was in the back, Nora stopped Cordelia from putting her apron on, “You know you’re going to have to tell him some day.”

And with those few words, Cordelia’s heart sank to the floor, “I know.  But it’s not going to be easy, Nora.”

“I know,” Nora took her hand, “But it’s better than lying to the boy.  One day, he’s going to look at the wanted posters and he’s going to see a familiar face.”

“I don’t want to talk about it now,” Cordelia snapped a bit, “And we’re not going to talk about it now.  We’ll just…Let this go.  Just for now.”

“Alright,” Nora dropped it, “But Cordelia…I remember when those Straw Hat Pirates came to town.  They came through this very tavern.”

“I know,” Cordelia felt the heat rising in her cheeks, “How else would I have met them?  I’m just glad Luffy didn’t eat us out of house and home.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go make dinner and then, I’m going to take my son home and tuck him into bed.”

“Fine by me.”

Dinner was quiet.  Dinner was a little uncomfortable.  Every time Cordelia looked over at Ash, she could feel another crack splintering off in her heart.  And how the inevitability would soon be upon her.  As much as it’d pain her.  But once the plates were cleared and cleaned, Cordelia brought Ash back to their cozy, two bedroom house just off the square. 

The moment his head hit the pillows, Ash was sleeping like a baby.  However, sleep wouldn’t come as easily for his mother.  Cordelia watched out the window, her stomach in knots and her heart in dire straits.  It wasn’t until she closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep that the ache would stop. 

The next morning, Cordelia was awake bright and early.  And Ash still slept.  She refused to leave him home by himself.  That meant him being lonely.  Cordelia had to go to the market for Nora, so she only had one option.  Carefully, she slipped into Ash’s bedroom and she put a hand on his shoulder.

“Ash…” Cordelia nudged him, “Asher Grey…You need to wake up, baby.  We have places to be.”

Those big, beautiful eyes slowly opened, sparkling in the morning sun, “Where do we have to go, Mama?”

“We need to go take care of some errands in town for Ms. Nora,” Cordelia helped him out of bed, “Why don’t we get you clean and dressed, ok?”

“Ok,” Ash fell into his mother’s shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.  But he knew better.  Slowly, but surely, he pulled himself together and grabbed some clothes out of the trunk at the foot of his bed, “Are these ok, Mama?”

“They’re just fine with me,” Cordelia allowed, “I’m going to go run the water.”

“Ok.”

As Cordelia got Ash all cleaned up (and then, herself), he took her hand and the two went to the market.  All the fresh produce sat nicely in their individual stalls, bright and beautiful.  It wasn’t going to be much.  Only a few vegetables and some eggs for the tavern.  Nora had her meat supplier coming later that afternoon, so it wasn’t like Cordelia needed to pick that up.  However, there was something bright orange that caught Cordelia’s attention.  But it couldn’t have been, she thought to herself. 

Until that bright orange turned her direction, the face of a young woman revealing itself.  And the woman’s eyes grew as they met hers, “Cordelia?”

“Mama,” Ash looked up at her in confusion, “Who’s that?”

“No way,” Cordelia gasped, “Nami!”

“It is you!” the woman’s arms ended up around Cordelia’s shoulders, “It’s been so long!”

“It’s been too long!” Cordelia swallowed the tears bubbling up in her throat.  Because she knew what she’d have to do next. 

“Wait,” Ash looked up at his mother, then back at the woman in front of them, “Is she that Nami?”

“She is,” Cordelia nodded.

“Hi there,” Nami cracked a smile, not sure how to act around a four year old.  She got down to his level, “I’m Nami.  What’s your name?”

“Ash,” he played a little shy, hiding around Cordelia’s leg.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ash,” Nami got back up, “So, what’s his story?  Keeping an eye on one of the neighbor kids, Cordelia?”

“Well,” Cordelia bit her lip, “Not quite.  Could we find somewhere to go talk?”

“Sure,” Nami agreed, “But I’m kind of a mission right now.”

And that got Ash’s attention, “Wow!  You mean, you’re on a real pirate mission right now?”

“It’s not that exciting, kid,” Nami giggled, “Just doing some shopping for the cook on my ship.”

“So…” Cordelia’s heart sunk, “You’re saying the whole crew’s here?”

“Mmhm,” Nami nodded, “In fact, when we needed to restock, I brought us here.”

“Wonderful,” Cordelia winced, “Great.”

“Are you sure about that?” Nami wondered, “Because you might want to tell the rest of your face that.”

“Again,” Cordelia reiterated, “It’s been a while since we last saw each other, Nami.  Come on.  Let’s go talk.  I’m sure the produce can wait.”

And so, Cordelia and Ash took Nami to the square.  Somewhere bright and open where Ash could run around with his friends and where Cordelia and Nami could catch up on things.  The square of the village was always bustling with life.  Plenty of kids for Ash to play with, young couples on the cusp of falling in love.  It was a beautiful place.  And it had been a beautiful place since Cordelia first arrived.

“So,” Nami looked over at the sweet, little boy she ran into at the market, “Ash is your son?”

“Yes, he is,” Cordelia confirmed, “I know.  Hard to believe.  But that’s my baby.  I swear, he turned my life around.”

“I’m sure,” Nami gasped, “That’s bound to happen when you have a freakin’ baby!  Why didn’t you tell us?”

“That’s where it gets a little tricky,” Cordelia gnawed on the inside of her cheek, “Because it’s just Ash and me.”

“What about his dad?” Nami wondered, “Or is that a touchy subject?”

“It’s funny,” Cordelia twiddled her thumbs, “Nami, how old would you figure Ash is?”

“I don’t know,” Nami looked him over, “Probably…Four?  Five?”

“He’s almost five,” Cordelia told her, “And how long would you say it’s been since we last saw each other?”

“It’s definitely been a few years,” Nami started doing the math in her head.

“Would you say about six?”

“Actually,” Nami thought back, “Yeah!  Probably about six.  Give or take a few months.”

“And with that in mind,” Cordelia nudged her along, “What happened the last time you guys rolled through here?”

“Well,” Nami giggled, “You were working at that tavern.”

“Still am.”

“And when we walked in,” she went on, “I remember Luffy practically licking the inside of your fridge clean.”

“He came damn close,” Cordelia laughed, “Yeah.  And what else?”

“Zoro passed out on the floor,” Nami added, “And I had to be the one to carry him because Sanji was nowhere to be found.  You know, Cordelia, come to think of it, you weren’t either.”

“Yeah,” Cordelia’s face settled into a soft smile, “Yeah…I wasn’t.  And neither was he.”

“Oh, Cordelia,” Nami awed with sheer disgust on her face, “Tell me you didn’t…Tell me you didn’t run off with Sanji.  Tell me you didn’t fall for his garbage.”

“Hey,” Cordelia defended, “It’s not all garbage.  I fell for his garbage in the way you feel bad for a puppy left in the rain.”

“And you still wake up in the morning with fleas in your bed and pee in your slippers,” Nami argued, “Come on.  You deserve better than that.”

“Well,” Cordelia glanced out at the square at the sweet little boy she loved more than anything in the world, “After you guys left, I met a man.  Tall, good looking, strong…When he found out I was pregnant, he was over the moon.  He couldn’t wait to be a dad.  But then, my first year with Ash went by and…He took off.  Because Ash didn’t look much like me.  And he didn’t look a thing like him.  So, he knew Ash wasn’t his son.  And it’s been Ash and me ever since.”

“I’m so sorry, Cordelia,” Nami took her hand, “What happened then?”

“I know Ash was way too young to remember this,” Cordelia smiled, “But I needed to clear my head and what better way than taking some time out at sea?”

“You took your one year old out on the boat?” Nami gasped, “That’s pretty ballsy.”

“And it was a hell of a time.  He learned to walk on the deck before he learned to walk on land.  And when he finally walked on land for the first time, it was like he never learned to walk at all.”

“He learned on his sea legs,” Nami teased, “But he seems to be doing alright now.”

“We both are,” Cordelia confirmed, “But you guys being here…That could very well be a disaster.  For everyone involved.”

“Why?”

“Hey, Ash!” Cordelia called out to him, “Come here!”

Ash ran right up to his mother’s knee, “Yeah, Mama?”

“Oh, nothing,” Cordelia pushed his hair out of his face, leaving Nami a bit speechless, “Just making sure you’re doing alright.  We might need to be getting home soon, sweetheart.  I have no doubt we’re going to have company tonight.”

“We’re having company?” Ash wondered, “Who’s coming over?”

“Well, Ash,” Cordelia sat him on her lap, shooting a quick glance at Nami, “How would you feel about having a house full of pirates for dinner?”

“Really?!” Ash squealed, “You mean it, Mama?”

“I’m sure Nami could talk her captain into it,” Cordelia hoped, “Right, Nami?”

“Anywhere that promises to feed our captain,” Nami sighed out, “You know he won’t be able to say no.”

“Yay!” Ash bounced down from Cordelia’s knees, “Our house is going to be full of pirates!”

“Cordelia,” Nami kept her voice down, “You do realize what this means, right?  If I tell everyone we’re coming to your house for dinner…”

“Do not tell them you’re coming to my house,” Cordelia demanded, “Please, Nami.  I already know this is going to be a hard pill to swallow, but don’t tell them it’s my house.  And don’t tell anyone about Ash.”

“I won’t,” Nami swore, “Not a peep.  But I will gladly tell the boys to come by your house.”

“Thank you.”

And just before they parted ways, Nami looked back at Ash.  Then, back to his mother, “Hey, Cordelia?”

“Hmm?” Cordelia grabbed her bags.

“Is it me,” Nami wondered, “or does Ash’s eyebrow kind of…Curl up a little?”

“On his left one?” Cordelia flagged him down, “Yeah.  It does.  You’re not wrong.”

“It’s weird,” Nami grabbed her own bags, “Because I know someone else who’s got the same thing.”

“I know you do,” Cordelia bit the inside of her cheek, “It was great seeing you again, Nami.”

“See you later.”

And just like that, Cordelia grabbed Ash while Nami headed back to the ship.  Although, the walk back was interesting.  While Ash rattled on about how excited he was to meet the same pirates his mama knew all those years ago, Cordelia had too much on her mind to even let it process.  He’s going to freak.  He’s going to get one eye on Ash and he’s going to freak.  I don’t think either one of us is going to be able to handle that.  But I’ve taken care of Ash on my own for the last four years.  I don’t see why I couldn’t keep doing that.  What am I thinking?  We’ll be fine.  No expectations.

“Mama?” Ash grabbed the door for her, “Are we really going to have a house full of pirates?”

“That’s right, baby,” Cordelia dropped her fresh produce in the sink, “We’re going to have a house full of pirates.”

“I can’t wait to tell the others,” Ash bounced on his chair at the kitchen table, “They’re going to be so jealous!”

“Yep,” Cordelia sighed out.  I’m sure there were a lot of women here that would’ve been jealous of me if they saw who I was with that night, “Are you going to help me cook or are you going to just sit there?”

“What do you need me to do?”

For the rest of the afternoon, Cordelia and Ash were peeling, sauteing, boiling, and slow roasting.  All within reason, of course.  Cordelia wasn’t going to let the baby near the heat.  He didn’t need to burn himself.  In her heart, Cordelia wanted nothing more than to be petty.  Granted, she always told herself since she was pregnant with Ash.  She didn’t need anyone else.  It’d be herself and Ash.  And that’s the way it would stay.  But she looked at her spices.  And there sat the sealed bottle of oregano.  A part of her wanted to break its seal, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. 

But then, night fell over Beniville Bay.  And Cordelia could hear the hustle and bustle outside start to dim down.  Until it got to be the ruckus on her front porch.  She could hear assorted chatter floating in through her open kitchen window wondering where they were, whose house Nami was taking everyone to for the evening, what was going on.  Along with the faint smell of cigarette smoke.  And it made her smile.  It had been so long since Cordelia had seen her favorite group of miscreants.  But she knew it may not go well.  And she had braced herself for that.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Ash,” Cordelia caught her baby’s attention while he sat at the kitchen counter, “You ready?  We’re about to be taken on by a bunch of pirates.”

“I’m ready, Mama!” Ash could hardly contain himself.  He hadn’t been able to sit still since he met Nami that morning.  He couldn’t wait to have his house full of pirates.

“Alright,” Cordelia wiped her hands off on one of her tea towels and went to the door, “I want you to behave yourself tonight, Asher.”

“I will,” Ash promised, sticking his pinky out to his mother.

“Thank you,” Cordelia kissed the top of his head, “Because I’m about to have enough babies in the house tonight.”

Well…Here goes nothing.

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The Infection I Don't Want

I don't have any words. Don't look at me. In all seriousness, I definitely love the savior trope. I tried to give it a cute little twist. Idia feels funny in this one too. Also sorry if the formatting is weird. I write these in Docs and then I transfer them to tumblr and for some reason in this fic's document I used Amatic SC and I have bad vision to begin with. No clue why I love torturing myself. Dividers by @/cafekitsune. This fic gets a little heavy. If you start feeling unwell, stop reading. I won't take it personal, promise.

This fic is aimed towards afab readers, but uses they/them pronouns. Mentions of periods and wombs. I may have been a bit less impersonal with this one, but the reader doesn't go on my weird love rant that I have in my self-insert Idia fic so there is that.

This fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. TW for mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, DIY abortion which could also be read as miscarriage, I guess, abortion, Idia is incredibly mean in this and possibly OOC, Ortho being unintentionally creepy, parasites, sort of misogyny relating to periods, shock collars, electric shocks, captivity, implied forced marriage, implied forced medical procedures. PSA: don't try anything the reader does in this fic. It's an excellent way to get sepsis, and you don't want that, I promise.

Part 5 of the Pants on Fire series.

You don’t want to admit it, but a bit too much has changed about you. In the past few weeks, you’ve noticed plenty of things, but the largest and most blaring was that your period never came. Before when you would have it, Idia would sulk and pout, acting like you were bleeding on purpose, throwing a heating pad and a blanket and a pillow and the necessary products at you so you’d be comfortable in your distress. He kept talking about figuring out some technology to rid you of that pesky trait, and you really can’t think of anyone who likes having a period, so if he had, you wouldn’t have fought him on it, 

It’s too late for that now. For the last few days, you’ve been waking up early and vomiting. The smell of Idia’s favorite noodles makes it worse. Your poor tummy is constantly roiling, and you can hardly keep anything down. Ortho has been staring at you incessantly. You think he’s being annoying, really, and Idia’s been getting on your last nerves as well. 

Today, you woke up, vomited, and just sat in the bathroom for a moment, coming to terms with the fact that you could very well be pregnant. You feel conflicted. On one hand, you don’t want to talk or think about this. You’re stressed enough as it is. On the other hand, you absolutely don’t want this. You don’t want this creature in your stomach. You know it's there. You can’t feel it, but how often can you feel something before everything goes absolutely wrong? You can’t. 

But it’s unimportant. A knock comes at the door and you scramble to your feet, flushing the toilet and rinsing out your mouth before opening the door. It’s Idia. He gives you a look and starts stripping, turning on the shower and handing you a hair tie.

“You look sick.  What’s wrong with you?”

“O-oh, I… I don’t know. I feel fine.” You’re not sure how to tell him, so you lie. Maybe you won’t have to tell him. You pull his hair into a bun and he hops into the shower. 

You stand there for a moment and he peeks his head around the door at you, “What are you doing? You want to join me?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Just thinking.”

“Go see if Ortho can get you some aspirin or something so you can start acting normal again.” He mutters.

You leave. It’s fine. Idia’s dorm room is always cold. He keeps it like that on purpose. If you’re cold and he doesn’t provide much more than these stupid skimpy pajama sets that are cute but are also thin, so you’re more likely to cuddle up to him or wear his hoodies. At least he has good taste in that.

You don’t really feel like undertaking the task of looking through his closet, so you take a seat in Idia’s gaming chair, which is still warm from him sitting in it, and sigh, laying a hand over your belly. He said that Ortho was here, but he must be out getting breakfast, since you didn’t immediately hear his high voice  shrilling in your ears, “Good morning!”

You like Ortho just fine. He’s not your ally, but being around him is better than being around Idia. You wished he’d been gone for longer. You sigh and your head begins to hurt, “Hi, Ortho.”

He giggles a little and puts down the takeout bag, smiling as he turns back to face you. And then he just stares, chartruse eyes boring into you.

“Ortho, is there a problem?” You can’t hold your tongue about this any longer. You have a headache and honestly you just want to take a fat nap and let the world, small as it has become for you, deal with itself.

Before he can respond, Idia strolls out of the bathroom, lazily greeting Ortho, “Hey, Ortho.”

“Hello!” His voice is just so grating. You want to throw something.

“Mmm.” Idia glances at you, walking over and nudging your shoulder with the back of his hand, like he’s shooing an animal, “Go lay down.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you ask Ortho for-”

“Would you stop interrupting me?” You snarl, turning to look at him.

He stiffens ever so slightly, then hunches down and digs through the takeout bag Ortho brought in, “Are you acting like this because you’re on your period?”

“Did you really just ask me-”

This time, it’s Ortho, not Idia, who interrupts you, “Oh, they won’t be having a period for a while.”

Idia freezes. You freeze. Ortho goes back to what he was doing, humming as he makes the bed. Idia turns to narrow his eyes at you, his eyes sliding down to look at your midsection and feet, and his eyes roll back into his head and he’s hitting the ground. Maybe if you cared more about him, you’d check to make sure that he was fine, but as it is now, you don’t really have the energy or wherewithal to do so. You rush into the bathroom and cower near the toilet, like there’s a tornado or something outside. You’re distressed.

He doesn’t know it, but Ortho just vocalized the actualization of all your fears, the culmination of your meager existent, all rolled up into this… this parasite in your stomach. You swallow your incoming hysteria and make a decision. You’re going to get up. You’re going to get a change of clothes. You’re going to take a shower. And you’ll be fine. You’ll figure this out. You always have before. You’ll do it again.

When you exit the bathroom, Ortho is blowing air into Idia’s pallid face, and Idia is groaning. You ignore the pair and go to the closet. You grab a change of clothes, the rabbit-themed set of pajamas, you walk into the bathroom, you turn on the water. About as soon as the stream hits your back, you’re screaming. Sobs break from your chest like a hammer going into ice, smashing its way out despite every effort you make to keep it together. You’ve barely got the peace of mind to quickly wash yourself, and when you exit- the water is cold, too cold for comfort- you dry. You feel twitchy, after crying so hard. You tug on the spaghetti strap shirt, the bunny face stretching against your skin, and then you’re staring at the hanger.

You remember reading something, a long, long time ago. You were far too young to be reading this type of thing, the gorier parts of feminism and women’s rights, but… you remember a passage. The wire twists apart easily as you remember the story. A woman, desperate to be rid of the parasitic growth in her womb, just as desperate as you are now, used a wire coat hanger to remove it. It’s been so long that you can’t remember how it ended for her, but you remember the rest very clearly. The bent end, no longer crooked after you bent it, slips into your opening so easily. You can barely feel it. then the door opens, you freeze,  and you hear Ortho scream.

“Idia!” He yells, and there are footsteps and a moment of silence.

You look up at Idia’s honey-colored eyes that are glued to the wire hanger sticking out of your body, see the way both of the Shroud boys are looking at your current unfinished action, see the slow spread of crimson into Idia’s long hair, starting at the tips and spreading like, well, like fire, to the roots. There’s that familiar three-tap warning, and then you drop the hanger, clutching at the collar as the strongest shock you’ve ever felt hits you like a truck. It’s worse than the time you didn’t want to hang out with him, worse than the times you’d stray too close to the door. It forces you to your knees, sets your body into convulsions that shake the twisted hanger out of you, makes you foam at the mouth.

Somewhere under your anguish, you think you hear Ortho robotically say, “BPM reaching critical levels.”

The current stops and your body stops convulsing, relaxing so hard that your world, small as it has become, goes black. When you awake, you’re reliving a distant memory: you’re bound, hands and ankles, on the bed. You’re dressed again, one of Idia’s hoodies draped over you like a blanket, and Idia is just staring at you, holding your collar. He looks pissed, but his hair isn’t red, at least. He’s noticed you’re awake, but he’s not saying anything. He turns slightly in his gaming chair and throws the strap of leather on his desk, the wiring fried. There are holes burnt into the leather, and Idia stares at it blankly before he starts typing away on his tablet, his own voice coming through the device.

It sounds about as burnt out as the shock collar looks, “I bet you feel pretty bad, huh?”

You don’t dignify that with a response. It doesn’t matter to him, since his fingers fly as he keeps typing away.

“You’re a fucking moron. Only someone stupid would try to-” He doesn’t finish the sentence and hits the desk, standing up and pacing. You can’t see him, but you can hear him panting. 

You try to de-escalate, sort of. The shock collar isn’t around your neck anymore, but you really don’t need him to work himself up again, “The word is ‘desperate.’ I don’t want… I don’t want this. This thing growing inside of me, I don’t-”

“You’re not the only one with a parasite.” His voice is quiet but seething. It breathily cuts through the air like a knife, aiming for your soft parts, “You just have the privilege of being able to get rid of yours comfortably.”

“Really? So you putting this thing in me isn’t as bad as I think it is?”

He paces back into view and you notice something missing. Someone missing. You lift your head a bit to look around and Idia takes a heavy seat at his desk again. This state is rare. It takes him a while to relax when he gets like this, but you’ve only seen it aimed at others, like that time his account got temporarily banned because one of his party members was hacking. At least that had an easy solution for him- you’ve never seen him grin as much as when he had the poor guy swatted and watched through the CCTV cameras around the poor fool's house.

“We’re going home. I’ll fix your little problem twofold, since I’m the only competent one between the two of us.” He types out, his recorded voice not lagging once.

“What? And what do you mean you have a parasite?”

He doesn’t look at you, but you think you see him wipe his cheek with his sleeve, typing with only one hand, “Ortho is gonna come back with some burn cream. I lost my temper and you got hurt. Not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“I didn’t deserve any of this. I asked you if you had a condom.”

He doesn’t respond to that statement, instead typing, “I don’t love you. You know that, right? Love is for the idealistic masses, those who aren’t capable of keeping their feet on the ground. You’re just someone who has taken up a space in my mind. So the solution to yours won’t be permanent. Seven knows my parents will be getting on my case about providing them an heir eventually.”

“So I’m just here for eventual marriage security?”

Idia doesn’t respond. Ortho strolls in, placing a tube on Idia’s desk and goes out of your line of sight, seemingly to tidy or something. You don’t really care. He’s not your ally. He’s never been.

Idia sighs, then goes back to working on something on his desk. You don’t know how much time passes, but he loops it around your throat and unties you. It’s sitting a bit lower on your neck, just against your collarbones. There’s a three-tap warning, but no shock afterward. Just the flat look on Idia’s face.

“I should start calling you ‘baby’, kitten. It’d be so much easier for you to understand your position.”

“That’s not funny.” You say, “I never asked you to bring me here.”

Idia shrugs, “Well, I don’t think of you as a pet. With the way you act, you might as well be a pest.” He grins, sharp teeth on display, “Maybe I should put out some glue traps… or start dosing you with raw garlic and ivermectin.” 

He starts laughing, and you feel your eyes well with tears. You tell yourself it's the pregnancy hormones. Idia laughs harder at your expression.

“Aw, kitten, I’m just teasing. Come sit with me.”

“But I-” That three-tap warning from your new collar cuts you off. You stand up and start walking the two steps between the bed and Idia’s desk. When you reach your hands towards the collar, it zaps you. It’s quick and not too painful, but it gets you moving towards Idia. When you take a seat on his lap, he leans to bury his nose in your hair, a thrilled noise escaping him. He drops the burn cream in your lap.

He just watches you as you unscrew the lid and reach for your neck. There’s a three-tap warning again- bzz bzz bzz- but you ignore it. The second your fingers barely graze your throat with the cream, you get zapped, short and swift, but uncomfortable enough. You drop your hand and it goes away. When you look up at Idia, he takes the cream from your other hand and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, using his free hand to click into one of his many tabs for some anime streaming site.

“Good. It works.” Is all he says.

As he dabs the cream onto the electrical burns on your neck, you have to blink away the despair again. It’s settled over you like a blanket, eaten holey by moths and worms. Every move you make is accompanied by tentative fear, a worry that Idia will do something awful if you do certain things. You never once considered it would go this far, though. Ortho drops something onto Idia’s bed, a hefty-looking luggage set, and Idia pays him no mind as he tucks away some clothes. You don’t want to admit it, but you don’t want to be around any more people under Idia’s thumb, whether they know it or not.

[midnightsun-if]

Helloooo, I have a question (if your comfortable ofc)

Since I’m not sure how to write this properly (I’m new to tumblr) I’ll ask in regarding to my fav RO Sloan

What would be their reaction if MC was pregnant?

Sloane wouldn’t be all that thrilled (at first)… He doesn’t truly want to have kids, mainly due to various issues that he has with things, and that’d definitely translate into his initial reaction upon finding out the MC is pregnant. He’d be tense, more introspective, and a bit touchier in general, until he’s able to get his mind wrapped around the entire thing— he’d make sure that you were doing okay though. He’d also be there with you through it all, of course… It’d just take him a bit to actually accept everything.

[greywoodrpg]

𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩 𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕞 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕖

he was born thirty-eight years ago, he is a witch who lives in wolf crossing as an ancient languages professor at gsu, and is in the three roots circle coven. he looks an awful lot like rami malek.

“Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities."

tw: accidental pregnancy, animal bones, death

A mistake, never supposed to happen, bastard child. All words used to describe Felix Monroe by his father, Edmund, the moment he learned his maid was pregnant by his hand. The woman, Fatma, Egyptian by birth, did not want her son to grow up in the world of the magical elite, with their rules and regulations, and so left her profession to go back home to North Carolina to raise her son. Felix grew up on the road, his mother Fatma traveling frequently for work – most of the time Felix was either in the care of his grandmother or stuck in motel rooms. That didn’t mean he wasn’t happy; in fact, an older Felix would claim these were the best years of his young life. They didn’t have much but they had each other.

And then Felix started to display an affinity for magic. It wasn’t anything big at first, just making people's hair grow at a rapid rate or bewitching crows to attack his bullies. It slowly began to spiral into something bigger the longer it was left as the young boy tried to hide it, building and building until one day his mother found a collection of animal bones, dolls that resembled the children in his class with bent limbs and notes scrawled in a language she couldn't decipher. Felix was 12 when this incident occurred, and it convinced his mother to get back in touch with the Monroe’s regarding her son’s quirks.

Edmund had known she was pregnant but didn't realize she bore a son. Felix was the fabled 7th son of a 7th son, meant to be powerful beyond most normal witches. With persuasion, money, threats, Felix was sent to live with his father and multitude of other siblings. Never would he see his mother Fatma again.

Growing up in the household was hard, Felix was immediately put on a strict regime to train him up to the family’s standards. It wasn’t just magic, it was history, elocution lessons to rid him of his drawl, math, building upon what little public and home-schooling had already taught him. Felix was being groomed to be the successor to the Monroe legacy and head of the family, blindsiding his elder brothers and sisters in his prowess. It wasn’t something he wanted, more like an ambition he was trained to have. Though no friends, Felix preferred allies, coating himself in a web of ice – if they would not like him, they would fear him. This carried him through his teenage years, marked by a distinct loneliness and isolation that proved fruitful as Felix seemed to just grow in power and ability. There was little he could do and was set for life.

Then his mother died.

Felix felt it, as if something had been ripped from his core. Abandoning everything, he went back home to North Carolina for the funeral. He was one of the only few, shell-shocked and alone, surrounded by only a handful of people. It had been years since he’d last seen her, of course but it didn’t make it any better – only worse. Felix’s only seemed to grow worse afterwards, erratic, irritable, beginning to try and slippery slope many witches had tried to before him; that of necromancy. For hours he poured over books and accounts, soiling the few positive relationships he had in pursuit of something concrete. It never came, so Felix took matters into his own hands. A dark ritual, a sacrifice needed but Felix wasn’t as alone as he thought he was. A last-ditch attempt by his father to stop the madness his son was spiraling into ended in his demise. The spell did not work. Felix’s mother did not come back, and in turn he had lost his father.

The Monroe siblings were quick to cast Felix out in their grief, disowning their bastard brother and sending him packing. Felix wound up in Greywood, alone and forever marked by what he’d done, settling down as an ancient languages teacher.

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

Upon arrival in Greywood, Felix didn’t notice anything particularly different about him. The power he’s obtained is the chance to nullify the abilities of those who had also gained them upon entering Greywood, a sort of invisible field around him he cannot perceive or feel.

penned by... mina

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 The Miracle of Living Art by Imafuckinglibra

(Putting it after the jump because TWs)

TWs: Accidental pregnancy, grief, accidental overdose

My name’s Libra and I’m here because @artificiallita's work has emotionally affected me in the following ways…I’m starting a support group for the others hurt by her beautiful, beautiful little words.

Jk but also kind of not, Lita, you broke me. Veronica was right, this is ugh, just so amazing please never ever stop. Please take this illustration as a bribe for more even if it means waiting 5 more years, k ily bye.

Pride Challenge Points: 15,250

[skzhocomments]

Broken hearts can heal - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter III - In the blink of an eye

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

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Chapter II / Chapter IV

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Chapter III - In the blink of an eye

word count: 1.9k words

Three months later, you and Kibum decided to get it over with and go to the City Hall and sign your marriage papers. It was easier to sign the birth certificate as a married couple without worrying about any custody issues, and you were still going to stick to the plan of having the actual wedding party after the baby was born.

You were very nervous the morning of, and kind of bummed out as well, because you wouldn't even go with Kibum there. He went to pick up his parents on his mom's command, and your relationship with her was already rocky, so you let it slide and accepted Minho's gracious offer of having him drive you instead.

You got in the car, and Taemin and Jinki were already inside, but they let you sit in the front to help with the impending nausea.

"So, nervous?!" Taemin asked.

"Why would she be? It's not like signing a death sentence! Unless..." Jinki started, and you turned around throwing him a nasty look before all of you started laughing.

"White fits you, Da-Eun!" Taemin complimented you.

"Really? I feel like I'm so huge, I'm really insecure right now..." You frowned.

"No, you're really beautiful, don't worry." Minho smiled at you, and the other boys agreed with an eager nod of the head.

"Thanks. Okay... should we go, then?"

Minho started driving. You and Key decided to go to a city hall in the next city, where all of his other family lived, for a bit more peace and quiet. Even if you wouldn't actually have a wedding yet, you still were going to party and meet the rest of his cousins, uncles and aunts. Having to go to another city meant taking the highway and having a car trip, which you weren't super eager about, but the three boys riding with you made everything better, as you sang along to popular tunes on the radio and joked around.

After a while, you noticed a car in front of you that was really similar to Key's, which would mean you had extremely good timing to make both of you end up on the highway at the same time. However, you couldn't see the plates, the car still far away from yours, so you just asked the boys instead.

"Is that Kibum's car?" You pointed out.

"Hmm, I'm not sure, it's pretty far away." Minho tilted his head and pressed the gas pedal so you could go a bit faster and reach the car to check.

"It looks like it." Taemin popped his head between the two chairs in the front.

"Taemin, please stay put. What if something happens? You're going to fly right through the windshield! Put your seatbelt as well! You too, Jinki!" You scolded.

"Woah, look at her, a mom already and the baby isn't even here." Jinki joked.

"Well, you both act like little kids, so..." Minho added, making you laugh.

"I'm gonna call Key!" Taemin shouted and pulled out his phone. "Where are you?" He spoke, putting it on speaker.

"Oh, hey. On the highway."

"Did you just pass by a SK Gas Station?"

"Yea, how did you know?"

"We are right behind you!"

"So it was him..." You whispered.

"Good eyes." Minho told you, chuckling.

"Right? The baby's gonna have amazing vision."

"Really? That's crazy. Woah, how did we manage this?"  Key laughed.

"Hahah. We are quick, that's how! Anyway, I'm gonna hang up now, drive safe!" Taemin mimicked a kiss and put his phone back in his jeans.

"You get points for not making your mother-in-law wait for you, Da-Eun." Jinki joked.

"Thanks God. She hates me already."

"I doubt she does." Minho frowned.

"No, it's for real. She thinks I'm stealing her son away from her..." You chuckled.

"Oh, come on. He's thirty. Does she want him single forever?!" Jinki whined.

"Don't worry Da-Eun, she'll love you when the baby comes." Taemin petted your shoulder.

"Taemin, I appreciate the gesture, but sit normally, please. And put on your seatbelt already." You scolded him again, making Minho laugh.

Your scolding proved effective as both Taemin and Jinki seemed to listen this second time around, fastening their seatbelts without complaints.

You were so glad for today, and despite having to endure a party with people you didn't know, you were glad the boys will be there as well, and that by the end of the day you were going to be married to Kibum, who you loved so dearly, despite not knowing him for long.

Today was too perfect, though.

And perfect things don't last.

And your happiness didn't, either.

Kibum was driving safely. He didn't make any mistakes. But on the road, you can be the most perfect driver, and still have everything taken away from you in a split second by someone who isn't as careful as you.

Everything that happened was a blur. One second you were smiling, and the other all of you screamed in horror as a car from the opposite lane drove through the median barrier with God knows what speed and crashed directly into Kibum's car, right in front of your eyes, taking him completely off the road.

You remember seeing his car roll around a couple of times in the wheat field next to the highway, and you remember feeling Minho slamming hard on the breaks, one hand on the wheel and the other protectively on you, holding your body firmly against the chair.

You remember screaming. A lot. You remember hyperventilating as Minho stopped on the emergency lane.

You remember getting out of the car and throwing up while Taemin held you. You remember him not letting you go, refusing to allow you to see the carnage.

You remember seeing Minho and Jinki running as fast as they could and approaching your soon-to-be husband's car, and Minho falling on his knees screaming.

You don't remember much else, though.

~

You woke up in the hospital a few hours later, and you hoped everything was just a big nightmare.

The nightmare was your reality, though. You could tell from the stains on your dress. It just rained earlier that morning, and you laid down in a field. That much you knew.

Taemin was fidgeting in a chair next to the window, and he was absent-mindedly looking outside, his eyes red.

"Hey..." you whispered, your voice hesitant.

"Da-Eun! You're awake!" He got up from the chair and ran to you, holding your hand.

"Where's Key?" You asked, watching as Taemin's eyes widened out in horror.

"Uhm..." He choked on his saliva and started trembling.

"Taemin... where is Kibum?" You wanted to stand up, feeling your heart rate go up. However, your arm stung, and you noticed you were being administered something through an infusion.

"Please... just... I'm going to bring Minho and Jinki, okay...?" He turned away from you and left you in the room speechless.

No.

You didn't want to think of the worst.

Everything was going so well.

Kibum is alright.

He just had an accident.

A bad one.

But he's alright.

He's alive.

You truly wanted to believe it.

You did.

You had faith.

But then a doctor came in the room, followed closely by Minho and Jinki.

Both of them had red eyes, just as Taemin.

None of them looked at you, except for the doctor.

"Mrs. Kim?" The doctor spoke, and the words choked inside your throat. You wanted to say yes, but you didn't get to marry Kibum, so you didn't get the chance to get the surname "Kim". You were supposed to party now, not lay in a hospital bed.

Still, you just nodded.

"You passed out due to shock. However, both you and your baby boy are alright and healthy, so you may get discharged once the infusion is over."

You nodded again.

"About your husband..." He hesitated.

Why?

Your eyes flew over to Minho, who was still avoiding your gaze at all costs. He was squeezing his eyes shut tightly, a few tears marking their way down on his cheeks.

Why?

"I am terribly sorry... there is no easy way to say this... it's an awful tragedy..."

"I'm not sure I understand..." You smiled fakely.

No.

No.

No.

"He..." The doctor cleared his throat. "He didn't make it. There was nothing we could do. He and everyone else in the car were pronounced dead at the scene... I am deeply sorry for your loss."

No.

You shook your head.

Surely it was not real.

But if it's not real, why are Taemin, Jinki and Minho crying again?

No.

"The hospital has some great resources, and I could refer you to a grief counsellor."

No.

You didn't want any grief counsellor. You wanted Kibum.

You wanted to be married to him.

To give birth to his son with him holding your hand.

To have him raise your son with you.

Surely the doctor was wrong.

Kibum couldn't be dead.

The doctor is lying.

~

Of course, the doctor was very much telling the truth.

Your life changed in the blink of an eye. Everything around you shattered. Your world was glass, and only sharp shards that were cutting you up with each movement remained.

All the days that followed became yet another blur, an empty space within your brain you couldn't fill with any memories.

You couldn't remember his funeral. At this point, you weren't even sure if you attended it, or if you dreamt of it.

The bed felt empty.

You didn't really get out of it for the first week.

You just wish the world stopped for a moment.

You didn't know what you were supposed to do when every corner of this house reminded you of him, of what you've lost.

It hurt going to the bathroom and seeing his toothbrush, or his half empty shower gel; all the face creams he used to apply so religiously in his meticulous morning and night routine.

You knew them all by heart. You knew the brand of the toner he used, you knew the order of all the serums, you knew that he was running out of eye cream, and you wanted to order him a new one. But now, he's not going to come back to finish the tube. You no longer had a reason to order one anymore.

You avoided the kitchen altogether, because everything in it was so Key-coded. You remember how intensely he looked when picking out a new pan a few weeks ago, and you couldn't stand seeing that pan right now. You remember how happy he was to gift you the two glasses he bought because you liked the small and cute strawberries on them. You remember his laugh when he handed them to you, and how excited he was because he bought matching glass straws. Where did he even find them, you wondered?

All these memories that used to bring you so much joy and love for Kibum only brought you pain now.

Jinki, Minho and Taemin were camping at your house, it seemed, as you heard their voices through the door. Only distant sounds, though. You couldn't focus on what they were saying.

They came in and checked on you a few times per day, and they talked to you, but you didn't really hear them.

They brought you food. 

Key was a great cook, and he used to cook meals for you all the time. This food you were getting now was not tasting as good as his, but you appreciated it, nonetheless. Probably nothing would taste like what he'd cook, because everything was just... flavourless to you now. Bland, and grey.

Just like the weather outside.

Late autumn. A symbol of decay.

How ironic that the season outside and your heart matched.

Autumn used to have many colours to you, but ever since Key died, your life turned grey.

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Chapter II / Chapter IV

[ask-the-celestial-family]

Oh how they grow up so fast :') And don't worry, Eclipse!! In the other universe, Foxy sticks right by your side- he was excited to have a baby!! And if you're still nervous, then maybe bring it up as a small question, but it's up to you! (Can't wait to third-wheel their date fcghj /j) -🐟 Anon

F-Foxy, do you want kids? -Eclipse🧡

O’ course. I love the idea of little kits, but that decision is up to whoever I end up with, since I know I won’t carry them babies. -Glamrock Foxy🦊

And…And you’d want them with me…? -Eclipse🧡

If you want kids, then of course I do. I’d love to see little me’s and you’s running around. -Glamrock Foxy🦊

And you wouldn’t be mad if it was really early? -Eclipse🧡

If I didn’t know better, I’d be assuming you’re askin’ me if we’ll be making a baby tonight. -Glamrock Foxy🦊

Would it be a problem? -Eclipse🧡

Not a problem at all, actually. We’ll just have to wait and find out, won’t we? -Glamrock Foxy🦊

[dumblemonchickenwing]

tragedy prompt

one was born in accidental pregnancy and left by the father. the other was born in long lineage of arranged marriages in a loveless family. One was chasing love and living with various different people in search of true love. The other never left the home and was taught by family that love is not real. Both were too different in every aspect but found relation in each other over the fact that they both never knew what love is.

[inkblot22]

can I just say …. how absolutely enthralled I am with your content … it’s not often I find someone who writes DARK dark content, I’m not saying that it’s bad n all but I find most dark content fics nowadays to not give me that sense of toxic or possessive love supposedly radiating from the s/os but with yours I can definitely experience the tingles and I love ittt!

also .. can I say how much I LOVE the pregnancy trope in media? **especially** if it’s forced or just accidental but they make u keep it anyways .. not sure if it’s implied the fetus is gone or not, but I’m excited to see where the next chapter takes us!!

Wow okay hello! Thank you so much, you're very sweet! It's rather funny that you say that about this series in particular, because Idia is insistent that he does not love his kitten lmao.

I apologize for rambling here, but regarding the toxic/possessive love thing, I think about it like this: the driving force behind an action will translate into said action whether the person wants it to, or not. I also grew up reading copious amounts of toxic or taboo fanfiction and stories. For instance, I remember when Infatuation was still getting weekly updates. Not sure if that helps or shows in any way, shape, or form, but The Dimensional Tune series and anything written by Rita Redswood (Darkened Warrior) also really lent to my creative exploration as a teenager. Wattpad has really gone downhill now, huh?

Beyond that, I am personally absolutely terrified of bearing a child. It is one of the only forms of horror that actually gets to me in a very genuine way. The very concept of having a life grow inside of you, whether you want it to or not, is nightmarish, not to mention the way that people who happen to birth a child are very often boiled down to simply being a womb with legs following bearing the baby. Not sure if that's a thing that happens everywhere, but a lot of birthing parents that I've been around have had their entire personalities removed in a social way and not by themselves following their children's spawning. Imagine having your personage ignored and deleted by people who knew you before you had a kid?

You caught me at an interesting time since I'm seriously trying to figure out what the next thing I want to post is. I have a few too many ideas bouncing around (read: four or so) Gonna put this next bit under a cut so no one gets spoiled if they aren't caught up on the Pants on Fire series.

Anyhow, what I'm getting at is that there is another part planned for the Pants on Fire series, so hopefully it answers any other questions or thoughts that happen to cross your minds. Also! To clarify, no, the fetus is still forming in the reader, miraculously so after that shock. They didn't get past their cervix with the hanger, either, possibly from trepidation or a loose grip. It's up for interpretation, but I absolutely should have been more clear. Later, when Idia said he would take care of their "little problem twofold," he was, in fact, talking about going back to The Isle of Woe for abortion/more permanent contraceptive purposes.