#tw: childbirth

[natjennie]

okay, bear with me this requires a lot of context. imagine that you wake up on a space ship with an alien species capable of telepathic communication with you. they are also capable of instilling you with the knowledge that everything they say is completely true, there is not a hint of uncertainty in your mind. they have weapons capable of obliterating earth pointed at the planet, and are forcing you to do one of two things in order to not fire. within the fiction of the scenario you are not being given the choice, but you the real you is picking which one of these things you'd rather have happen.

you must eat an 8 ounce serving of human baby meat, by default prepared like a steak (different preparations can be requested). you do not have to keep the meat down once you're done, but you have to get all of it in your body at one point. they do not provide any information about where the baby came from or how it died. if you complete this, they will deposit you back on earth and you will be free from legal repercussions of cannibalism, and it is generally agreed that you are also free from moral blame as it was against your will.

you will be surgically impregnated with a human embryo and must carry it to term and give birth. the embryo does not contain your dna, but otherwise you don't know anything about its origins. the aliens have advanced medical technology that gives you sufficient anatomy to carry and birth the baby, and keeps you healthy throughout, with no risk of long term complications or death. you have the choice to keep or give away the baby once you have given birth, and will be deposited back on earth.

if you refuse to comply in either situation, they destroy the earth and you are forced to live the rest of your life aboard the space ship as a prisoner, until you die of natural causes.

so,

[sebastianwallows]

if you’re comfortable writing this topic, i’d love to request some hcs about how sebastian and ominis would react to/be like at the birth of their child(ren) with a female mc! like who’s panicking the whole time, who’d be super chill, who definitely passes out at some point, who cries when the baby cries for the first time and then cries more when they hold the baby, who’s constantly worried that something bad’s gonna happen to the baby and their wife and won’t chill out until a few days after the baby’s born cause it’s the 1890’s-1900’s and baby and mother mortality was still pretty common, who would immediately ask for more kids after, etc; that kind of stuff! ^^

Headcannons for Ominis and Sebastian when their child is being born

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader; Ominis Gaunt x f!reader;

Warnings - mentions of childbirth and pregnancy

Ominis

he's done so much reading and preparation that he's quelled a lot of his fears, but he still feels somewhat nauseous when you let him know it's time

he's got the perfect proper seat ready for you, having found out that squatting is the best position to birth in

he's internally quite fearful, but outwardly tending to you and calming following up on the plan you had in place for whomever else you wanted to be present

he's bringing you lots of cool clothes to keep your temperature down and practicing breathing exercises with you

when you're crying from how long you've been in labor and unable to eat or do anything else, he's right by your side reminding you it's all worth it and you're doing a great job

when the baby finally makes its entrance into the world Ominis is struck by the sound immediately

it sends him into a whole other feeling that he's never felt before, it's a lot more real that you're going to be parents

he waits for the baby to be handed to you and you immediately guide his hand to the soft, wet little face

his touch is so light and he's afraid to hurt the baby, it's so fragile and new to him

he looks over at you and has the softest smile and look of love on his face, telling you the baby is perfect

he prys himself away to help clean up the room so you can have your space and alone time

he asks the doctor multiple times if everything went normal and what could he possibly do to help you heal up the best

he spends the next few weeks at your side and cuddling up with you and the newborn, helping you out with the hectic sleep schedule

he learns really fast how to hold the baby correctly and carefully, memorizing its size and how small the fingers and toes are

he can't believe the two of you made something so perfect and small

Sebastian

outwardly very panicky and worried about his spouse

frightened the moment her water breaks and there's a mess all over the floor

he's flustered trying to make the right phone calls for doctors or family that can come to help you

he does his best to get things set up for you and until the pain kicks in, you're doing a lot more calming of him than he is you

once you began sweating and crying out in pain he's even more of a wreck

back and forth between pacing and being at your side to let you squeeze his hand so tight he can't feel it anymore

when you're pushing he's watching the person who's positioned in front of you, trying to be sure everything looks normal

as if he knows what that should look like, everyone else is reassuring him that you seem healthy and there's nothing abnormal

when the baby starts to come out before his eyes he feels like he can't breathe

he's not disgusted or anything, but in complete disbelief that a human is coming out of you

he can hear the cries from the baby the whole way out is laughing in awe, thrilled that the baby is breathing okay and everything

as they pull the baby out they had it too Sebastian who's crouched beside them, a hand on your leg

he can't take his eyes off the baby even as they remove the placenta and everything else to get the baby up to you

he leans close to you and puts the baby ever so gently in your arms and right against your chest, still keeping his hands near

he's crying right beside you in relief that everything was alright and you were conscious and safe even after hours of the ordeal

the following days are filled with him fretting over you before remembering the baby also needs his care and attention now

he's a ball of stress, but certainly trying his best to make sure you get all the rest you need in between feeding the baby

[harveywritings92]

[König says something while R/n is in labor.]

R/n, to König annoyed: Then why don’t you jump on this bed and try pushing them out yourself?

König: I already pushed them out, that’s how we got in this situation!

{Horangi whose filming the birth, looks at his friend mortified and is expecting R/n to loose their shit on König, instead she just started laughing. it made the tension in the birthing room a little lighter.]

[sarahsmi13s]

Don't Take The Girl

whumptober day 29: bargainning

pairing: tom 'iceman' kazansky x wife!reader

characters: tom kazansky, y/n kazansky, tommy kazansky, ron kerner, carole and bradley bradshaw

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, pregnancy, childbirth, blood, bargainning with God, praying, traumatic birth, crying, medical inaccuracies, please let me know if I missed any

word count: ~2.3k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

this is inspired by the song Don't Take the Girl by Tim McGraw

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: tom was so excited to welcome his daughter into the world... but he had no idea that he might have to say goodbye on the same day

Beep beep beep

Ice chuckled as the student flying behind him tried to get a missile lock on him. 

Silver, the student on his tail, was rushing the hop because he was trying to beat Cobalt and prove to everyone that his call sign was not indicative of how he performs.

It reminded him of how Maverick flew when they were students in Top Gun. “Come on Silver, don’t be reckless. That’s not how you win,” Ice said, his voice cool and even as he rolled out of the way.

“You wanna win, you do it right. It’s how I-”

“Range control to Iceman.”

“Iceman to range control, everything alright?”

“Yo,” Slider’s voice broke through then. “Ice, hospital just called. Y/N’s gone into labor.” 

Tom nearly stopped at his friend’s words, slowing down as he processed it. “What?”

“Yeah, your baby girl is coming now, we gotta go. Tommy’s at a friend's house. We gotta go pick him up,” Ron said quickly, trying to convey his urgency.

Ice could only nod before ringing filled his cabin. Missile lock. 

“Alright, I’m down. Lesson over. I’ll lead the way back to base,” Ice said, not caring that he lost because he was distracted. You were in labor, and he needed to be there.

After landing and rushing out of his plane, Tom didn’t even bother changing out of his flight suit before leaving to go get your son from his friend’s house and going to the base hospital with Ron at his side.

“Why are we going to the hospital, Daddy?” Tommy, your six year old son, asked from his carseat.

Tom looked over his shoulder at him before looking back at the road, “You know how we’ve been waiting on your baby sister to get here?” Tommy nodded. “Well, she’s on her way and we’re meeting Mama at the hospital to get her.” 

Tommy smiled and he bounced a little in his seat, “I’m gonna be a big brother!” Ron chuckled, “Yeah little man, you’re gonna be a big brother. The best big brother I bet.” He nodded, “I’m gonna try!”

Ice smiled as he finally pulled into the hospital parking lot.

Your son was so excited that he unbuckled himself and nearly bolted out of the car. “Thomas Jordan, do not just run off like that. I get that you’re excited, trust me I am too. But Aunt Carole and I can’t chase you around, okay?” Tom said, being firm but not mean.

Tommy stopped and ran back to him, grabbing his hand, “Yes sir.” Ice gave him a soft smile before picking him up, “Alright let’s go.” 

They walked in and went straight to labor and delivery, knowing the way after the last few moments of Braxton Hicks contractions. 

He spotted Carole in the waiting room first, Bradley was next to her playing on his Gameboy next to her. “Carole!” Her head jerked up to see him, “Tom, thank goodness you’re here. Y/N would have my head if you missed this.”

Tom nodded and chuckled, “Oh I know, but it’s mine she’ll want. Will you watch Slider and Tommy for me? I’ll come get you when we can have visitors.” Carole smiled as he sat Tommy down and she gave him a snack, “Yes, now go or you’re gonna miss it.” 

“Hey wait, why do I need a babysitter?” Ron asked as Ice went over to the desk. “Ronnie, don’t make me answer that. You want some snacks?” Carole asked, pulling out another zip-lock bag. “Oooh yes!” 

Tom rolled his eyes fondly as he walked up the nurse’s station.

“I’m Captain Thomas Kazansky, my wife is here. She would have come in a little bit ago?” The nurse looked at her sheet, “Y/N?” “Yes, yes that’s her.” She smiled at him, “Room 304, I can lead you to it.” He patted the counter top, “Thank you.” He followed the nurse down the hall and to the room.

When they got there the nurse knocked before stepping in, “The father is here.”

“Tom?” He heard your tired voice come from the bed before another contraction ripped through you and you had to push again. He smiled, “Yeah yeah I’m here, Sweet-” 

“I’m sorry Captain, you have to leave. You can’t be here,” the doctor said out of nowhere.

“What?” You and Tom said at the same time as you both looked at the doctor.

You whimpered a little, “W-Why?” The doctor shook his head, “Just get him out of here, we’ll come get him.” 

The nurse only nodded and tried to guide Tom back out. 

“No, no, please, I need him in here. Please why-” You got cut off by the next contraction and the nurse managed to get him out.

Tom looked at the nurse, “What is going on? Why can’t I be in there with her?” The nurse sighed a little and just shook her head, “I’m not sure, but we have to listen to the doctor. Let's go to the waiting room, he’ll be out to get you when it’s time.”

All he can do is nod as tears hit his eyes. Something wasn’t right, he had a gut feeling. But he just had to follow orders.

It felt like a damn near eternity as Tom paced the floor. 

He had slid his aviators back on to hide the redness caused by his tears. He didn’t need Tommy seeing his normally calm father freaking out and crying. He didn’t want to worry him either, because he could be wrong. Everything could be just fine and it’s just his adrenaline from being in the air transferring to this moment. 

“Captain Kazansky?” 

Tom’s head whipped over and he looked at the doctor. “Yes?” He nodded down the hall, “May I speak with you? Privately?” Ice didn’t hesitate and followed him down back to the room they had you in.

“Are-are they okay? Why couldn’t I be in there?” Tom asked the doctor immediately as he took his sunglasses off.

“Your baby is fine, Captain. It was scary for a moment, but your baby girl is healthy,” he said, his hands in his coat pockets. 

If that was supposed to dampen Ice’s anxiety, it didn’t. It actually made it worse.

Tom huffed a little and gestured to the door, “My wife, how’s my wife? Why couldn’t I go in there?” 

The doctor sighed, “Captain, your wife… she lost a lot of blood. It was touch and go after the birth. We managed to get the bleeding stopped but we can’t be certain she’ll pull through.” Tom was silent as his heartbeat pounded in his ears. “I think it’s best if you go home, Captain…” 

“Go home? Go home?! How can I go home with my son while his mother lies in a hospital bed fighting for her life? What am I supposed to tell him? What do you say to a six year old that gained and lost someone on the same day?!”

The doctor took a deep breath, remaining calm as the normally collected blond shouted at him, “I understand that you’re angry and that you’re upset. But the only thing we can do now is wait.”

“Then let me wait with her. I won’t let her be alone. She shouldn’t be alone. Please… please let me be with her.” 

He thought about it, looking between the pilot and the room where you lay unconscious on the bed. He nodded, “Alright, you can stay.” “Thank you doc.” 

The doctor moved out of the way and opened the door. “Do you want them back here now or?” Tom shook his head, “No, not yet… I just.. I need a minute.” 

Tom walked in and the doctor shut the door to give him some privacy.

He looked at you on the bed, swallowing as his throat dried up. He knew what he walked in on wasn’t going to be pretty but the fact that it was you hooked up to wires and machines, it was heartbreaking. 

He’d seen colleagues and friends in this position, but to see you, his wife and mother of his children, in this position… it was earth shattering.

“Oh Sweetheart…” Tom whispered hoarsely as he walked over and held your hand. 

Your hand was clammy, nothing like the soft warmth he was used to and it’s what finally sent him to the floor.

Tom hit his knees, his forehead resting on your hand as he prayed.

“God… please, I can’t.. I can’t lose her. Please just... take the breath you gave me. Take the heart from my chest. Put me in her place. That’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s how it’s always supposed to happen. Me first. I’m the one with the dangerous job. Don’t take her, please… don’t take her from me…” 

He sobbed, letting out all of his emotions right there. His tears were wetting your hand and soaking into the blanket. 

Tom was terrified, he usually was good in stressful situations. But right now? This was a whole new kind of stress. 

He was sitting here begging to trade his life for yours. To die so you could live. And he meant every word.

Tom had never said anything without meaning it. Even in arguments he tried his damnedest to be honest and strategic with his words. He thought carefully about his words because he knew the impact of them. 

So his prayer was genuine. He would gladly die so you could live, so his kids could have a mother. He would trade places in a heartbeat.

Because you deserved to live.

Tom gave himself enough time to calm down before leaving to go get Tommy. He wanted your son to get a chance to see you in case anything happened. Was letting him see you like this the best idea? Probably not. But he would regret it if he never let Tommy talk to you.

So, after he collected himself he let a nurse know that it was okay to bring them to the room.

Carole walked in first, Ron and Tommy behind her and Bradley behind them.

“H-How is she?” Carole asked, a little fear in her voice. “She’s um… She’s resting.” “What about the little one?” Ron asked as he put Tommy down. Ice wiped his mouth, “They’re doing check ups and everything, making sure she’s alright.” 

“Daddy?” Tommy whispered as he hugged his father’s leg. “Is Mama okay?” 

Ice sniffled a little, “She’s just resting right now Tommy. I’m sure she can hear you though, do you want to say something to her?” Tommy nodded, “Yes please.”

Tommy walked over and held your hand, “Hi Mama. Daddy said you were sleeping but that you could hear me. I wanted to tell you I love you. I hope you’re having good dreams.”

Ice smiled at his son as he came back over and clung to his leg again. “Are we going home?” Tom sighed and squatted down, “I’m gonna stay with Mama and baby Whitney, you’re gonna stay with Uncle Sli for a little bit okay?” Tommy nodded before hugging his dad, “Okay Daddy, I love you. Can we come in tomorrow?” 

He nodded, “Maybe, we’ll have to see okay? I love you too.” He kissed his forehead and Ron gave him a quick hug before they left. 

Carole sniffled as she looked at you and walked over to hold your hand. 

“Is she gonna pull through?” 

Tom sighed and walked over, “They don’t know…” Carole nodded, “I think she will. She’s a fighter. Always has been. And she wouldn’t leave you and those babies behind, not if she has a choice.” 

She wiped her eyes a little before leaning over to kiss your forehead, “We’ll come by tomorrow okay?”

Carole turned back to Tom, “Any updates, this is where we’re staying. Don’t hesitate to call.” He took the piece of paper, “Thank you Carole.” “Of course,” she said with a gentle smile before hugging him. “Bradley, c’mon, let’s get out of Tom’s hair.” 

Bradley nodded and gave Tom a quick hug, “Bye Uncle Ice.” “Bye kiddo.”

They left and Tom turned back to you. “It’s just us sweetheart.” 

He walks over and sits down, threading his fingers through yours. “I don’t really know if you can hear me right now… but I’m gonna talk to you like you can…”

Tom sat there for hours talking to you. Whatever it was, whether it be what happened at work to reminiscing about the past, he talked about it.

He just kept talking. He knew that if he stopped he wouldn’t stop thinking about what might happen. He had to keep his mind busy.

At some point, they brought Whitney in. Everything was okay and she was in good health so she could be in the room.

Tom smiled and walked around with her as he talked to her, rambling on about her older brother, her aunts and uncles. He talked about you and how much you loved her even though you couldn’t tell her right now.

He eventually put her back in the bassinet before sitting by your bed again and holding your hand.

“I’ve been listening to that damn heart monitor for hours, Sweetheart. If I wake up and I don’t hear it…” His own words choked him up. He cleared his throat. “I know, I know… don’t think about it ‘if’s. But Sweetheart, I need you to wake up… please I can’t do this without you.”

Sniffling, he clasped his hands together one last time, your hand gently trapped in the middle. “Please… don’t take her from me… please.” 

He wiped his eyes before laying his head on your thigh gently, letting the rhythmic beat of your monitor lure him to sleep. 

Beep… Beep… Beep…

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[happy-lemon]

THURSDAY 2:18 AM

[rednite-dork]

If MC is pregnant in the future with Sebastián's twins and she's giving birth, I bet during she's in labour she would scream in pain like she's being exorcise and blaming Sebastián for this while he holds her hands

Yup. The poor guy would be in complete panic 😂😂 he would freak out every time she'd scream like a banshee, wanting to do something about it but not knowing what, pissing off MC even more with his freak-out.

[bihansthot]

I will try and write Liang’s side of this prompt tomorrow. It’s late and I want to mess around a bit with my potential new OC but I did manage to write Bi-Han’s half of this ask.

Hopefully it checks all the boxes and you lovelies enjoy it! There are mentions of childbirth but it’s vague since I’ve never gone through it or seen it in person. Also Bi-Han is forced to wait outside because it��s very uncommon for men to be let into the delivery room in China. I still think Arctika is somewhere in China so that’s what I’m going with.

Reader is gender neutral so if you wanna be mpreg with Bi-Han’s kid you totally can be.

You make a face and clutch at your stomach as the pain twists your face into a grimace. The contraction passes and you’re able to focus on the task at hand of making dumplings for your growing little family. You learned to make gyoza from your host father when you spent the summer abroad in Japan before moving to China after college to teach English. You add the finely minced garlic to the bowl of meat in front of you before mixing in a veritable mountain of thread-thin strands of cabbage into the pork and chicken mince. Traditionally gyoza was just pork but you liked the softer less greasy texture the chicken added so you opted to use both. You take your time to scoop the filling into the wrappers and begin folding them before your hit with another painful contraction, this time you call for Bi-Han. “Polar bear, your voice calls shakily for him as your fingers dig into the countertops.

“Qīn? Are you ok?” Bi-Han asks in concern as he makes his way into the kitchen to see you hunched over and grasping the counter. He tentatively rubs your shoulders and back trying to relieve your pain as realizes what’s happening. “Is it time to finally go to the hospital?” He asks, his low voice rumbling in your ear making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end at his cold, deep voice.

“The doctor said they have to be five minutes apart and last at least 60 seconds,” these haven’t been that consistent yet.” You inform your husband, Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei.

“Tch,” he scoffs as he shifts to the side when your posture returns to easy, “at least let me help with dinner then.” Bi-Han deftly scoops up a wrapper and a spoonful of the dumpling mixture and starts making quick work of the bowl’s contents.

“Thank you Polar Bear,” the two of you fold the dumplings in a comfortable silence only lovers share broken only by the occasional mumbling Bi-Han gives to your unborn child. You gasp as harder contraction grips you and you ruin the dumpling you were working on, you whimper and wince as this one doesn’t seem to let up. When it finally lightens your met with a wet gushing sensation in between your legs and hear the tinkling of ice shards crashing to the floor as Bi-Han is close enough to freeze the deluge. You turn around to give him a sheepish look, “I guess it’s time.”

“Fuck! Fuck! I told you we should have gone when the contractions started! Now the baby is on the way!” Bi-Han panics and starts frantically running around his quarters at the Lin Kuei complex to find your overnight bag and the baby’s bag and all the other items you’ll need.

You groan in pain, “It’s all in the bedroom on my side of the bed, I packed everything up.” You shuffle your way towards the entrance to try and get your shoes on while Bi-Han gathers everything.

“Where’s the fucking baby carrier I mean the baby seat ugh the fucking car seat! Where’s the fucking car seat qīn?!” Sub-Zero scrambles out of the bedroom, the myriad of bags wrapped and strapped to his well-built body.

“In the car babe, we already put the car seat in the car along with my little donut cushion for after delivery,” you reply calmly as you pull on your faux fur coat to keep you warm in the frigid climate of Arctika.

“Right, right. Gotta drive you down to the hospital in the village at the base of the mountain.” Bi-Han breaths quickly, the stress and anxiety of the situation quickly overwhelming the usually steadfast soon-to-be father. He strides past you, whips open the door, and starts ushering you out into the frigid endless winter. He’s shaking as he buckles you into the passenger’s seat, he heaves a deep, shaky breath as he climbs into the driver's seat and you immediately wish you had a second seatbelt knowing full well the cryomancer wasn’t a good driver. Bi-Han punches the location of the hospital into the GPS before reversing too quickly out of the makeshift cobblestone driveway.

“Try not to get us killed polar bear,” you grasp your stomach again trying not to concentrate on the pain. It’s a harrowing journey with Bi-Han practically drift racing down the steep winding mountain roads and you’re shocked all the jostling hasn’t knocked the baby loose. He speeds through the narrow, cramped village streets before finally reaching the hospital.

He parks in the patient loading and unloading zones before strapping the bags to his body. He comes over to your side of the vehicle and throws the door open, with the speed and precision only an assassin could possess he makes quick work of your seatbelt before scooping you up in his arms. He kicks the door closed behind him before striding into the hospital, marching up to the desk, and turning his icy gaze towards the desk clerk. “My partner is having our baby, they’re in active labor, the contracts are exactly 5.2 mins apart and are lasting 63.25 seconds.”

You blink in his arms, utterly amazed at his ability to count and calculate your contractions on the fly like that. Another contraction pulls a deep groan from your throat as you try and stifle your desire to scream.

“Sir there are wheelchairs you can use over there while I get them checked in,” the receptionist says politely gesturing towards the bank of wheelchairs.

“Does it fucking look like I need one? I can do this all day,” Bi-Han grumps at the poor girl just trying to do her job.

You sigh, “it’s for my comfort polar bear, not yours now put me down like she said.”

Bi-Han bares his teeth and snarls reluctantly before obeying your request and walking you over to the wheelchairs and helping you get comfortable.

“Alright Mx. Zero, you’re all checked in, you’ll be in room 3c on the right, your husband can wheel you there and the nurses will take it from there.” The pleasant receptionist quips.

Bi-Han sucks in another shaky, deep breath before wheeling you into the room. He helps you into the bed and gets you situated before the group of nurses shoo him out of the room yelling at him to wait outside. Bi-Han can’t help but panic and pace back and forth, his keen ears listening in on any possible signs of distress and this goes on for hours and hours. The shaking, the jittery pacing the pounding pulse the constant pressing of his ear to the door until finally he hears a tiny coo followed by a loud cry. The cryomancer finally barges inside the delivery room and can’t help but tear up as he sees the doctor holding your newborn daughter. The doctor reluctantly allows Bi-Han to cut the umbilical cord, a practice not commonly followed in the part of the world. The doctor gently passes Bi-Han’s daughter to him and he melts, he suddenly doesn’t have a care in the world, her little smile is all he needs. She coos softly and squirms in Bi-Han’s strong, cold arms, she feels cold like him and Bi-Han is full of pride. “Look qīn, she’s here, she’s perfect,” he tenderly places the child on your chest as your arms come up to cradle her.

“She’s freezing, just like you,” you shiver as you lovingly caress her tiny chubby cheeks and put a handmade little polar bear cap on her. You cradle her to your exhausted body, “she looks like you too but her hair is the same as mine.” You give your husband a tired smile, “we’ve been waiting quite a while for you little one.” You place a gentle kiss on her forehead and let her nurse until she’s had her fill, “Bi-Han can you watch her first, I’m so tired.”

He quickly scoops the baby up and burps her the only way a seasoned big brother turned father could before cradling he close rocking her slowly back and forth, “rest qīn, you did such a good job.”

You nod off to the soft sound of Bi-Han singing to the baby, a smile gracing your lips before you slip into an exhausted sleep.

[hells-greatest-performers]

Alastor, I believe in you. This may be hard and painful and difficult, but you are strong. You can do this. PUSH THAT BABY OUT LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW. PUSHHHHHH!!

(Cliche speech to cliche tv doctor words)

Alastor: *screams so loud it turns into a high pitched radio feedback noise*

***Alastor wakes up in a different room***

Alastor: Where am I? *winces in pain*

Rosie: ALASTOR! I’m so glad you’re awake!”

Alastor: Rosie! *winces in more pain and noticed how swollen he is* What happened to me?

Rosie: You’re in labor! You just appeared form the shadows not along ago! But don’t worry! I’m going to help!

Alastor: R-Rosie dear…I thought I heard you say I’m in love-labor?

Rosie: You are! And why didn’t you tell me you with child!?

Alastor: *cries out, trying to leave the bed* I…I’m not…GAH!

[gorgosim]

Generation 16 is born! Welcome to the sims world, Apollo. 💜 Elara's labor took about 16 hours, she intended to have a fully natural birth originally, but after a couple hours of labor pains, she caved and got an epidural. Luckily Lucia, Ella, Leilani and Christos took amazing care of her and were extremely patient. You don't go in labor and not have an episode of frustration or two. 😅

[tarnishedxknight]

“Uh Noah… I think it’s happening…” (the au where Wandas pregnant with baschs twins)

It took Noah a moment to wake up fully. He'd been jostled out of a dead sleep by Wanda, having fallen asleep with her in her bed to comfort her. She'd felt restless, as she had many nights since Basch's death, and having him with her did wonders to help her sleep. It had taken so much for him to actually spend an entire night in bed with her, both because she was his brother's lover, and because being in any bed when he wasn't alone made him antsy. He was always reminded of Amoretta, whether he wanted to be or not. But gradually, he'd worked himself up to be able to do it. He blinked now, looking at her in confusion, his sleepy mind struggling to comprehend what she'd just said...

"Now?" he asked when it finally hit him. Panic hit him like a blow to the face, square in the nose, blinding and sharp. "Uh... Wanda, I..." They had gotten closer since Basch's death. A lot closer. And yet he still hadn't told her why he was afraid of beds. He hadn't told her anything about himself, really. Everything she knew, she'd known from Basch. He knew he was going to have to tell her sooner or later, but... he just hadn't. And now it was too late. On went the light, and he got out of the bed, backing away from it almost frantically.

"Wanda, I don't think I can be there when it happens. I am afraid of what I might do..." he said, knowing that probably sounded either crazy or threatening. But the last time he was with a woman near her birthing bed, he murdered her. He'd had some very vivid dreams about that experience over the years, as if his mind had been trying to recall or relive that span of a few minutes where he saw nothing but red and woke to the empress dead in a bed soaked with her own blood. "I'm sorry, I... I should've told you..."

But now was not the time. She was in pain, and this was happening now. So he set aside his own worries and went around to the other side of the bed to help her out of it. "I'll take you to the medbay, but then I..." I cannot stay, he started to say, but couldn't bear to disappoint her. "Come..." he said, taking her hand and letting her lean on him as they started to walk.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Words: 1900+

Rating: T

Pairing: Benimaru (TSSK) x Reader

Summary: The joyous day has finally come for you and Benimaru

AO3

As with all things, it seemed to happen at the most inopportune time.

You had been in the kitchen. Making some tea for you and Benimaru to share when he got back. Your husband barely left your side for more than a moment now that you were so close to giving birth. But he did still have some of his duties that required his in-person attention. So, of course, your water would break on the one day he wasn’t with you.

Using the talesman Rimuru-sama had crafted for you in emergencies, you summoned for help. In a flash of bright light, Diabolo instantly appeared on his lord’s behalf. “Oh my, joyous blessing all around lady [Y/N]. Shall I fetch some hot water and clean towels?”

“Get me to a hospital!”

The daemon butler was able to transport you to the clinic with ease. Sitting you gently on the bed and before telling you, “I shall fetch the master and the others. You rest here lady [Y/N].”

You mean to thank him, or to tell him to stop calling you lady [Y/N], but another contraction hit and you had to grit your teeth.

A few moments (and contractions) later, Diablo returned with Rimuru-sama. Who seemed surprised to find you in your condition.

“What?! The baby is coming now?!”

“Yes master. Isn’t that exciting news.” Diablo replied. Clapping his white gloved hands together in a tiny flutter of applause.

“Then why did you bring me here?! She needs a doctor! Or a midwife! I don’t know anything about birthing babies!”

“My, my, such loud noises in a hospital.” Everyone turned to look at the door to find Shuna and Shion there. "Honestly. We can't let you men go anywhere."

“How are you feeling darling?” Shion asked, in an uncharacteristically calm, serene manner.

“I’m ok.” You tell her. “What are you doing here?”

“Shion and I are going to help with the baby." Shuna replied. "We’re the only ones that know about oni midwifery. Plus the boys aren’t going to be much help in this situation.” The petite oni princess, looked over her shoulder at her green around the gills lord. Clearly not excited to help being a new life into the world this way.

“Contractions are about 10 minutes apart. So we’re right on schedule” Shion announced with a smile.

“Well that’s good.” Rimuru-sama agreed. Clearly going with the motions. “I suppose we should get you changed and prepped. Then we’ll call Beni—“[Y/N]!”

A loud roar of your name broke through the hospital, along with a door, as Benimaru literally kicked it in to rush towards your side. “My love! My love! Is the baby ok? Are you alright?!”

“She is fine.” Shuna insisted. Holding up her hand at her brother, as if to calm a wild beast. “Her contractions and the baby should be coming soon. We need to get her ready for when the real labor starts.”

“Real labor?!” Did she mean that this wasn’t the real thing. That it was going to get worse!

“I’m not leaving you.” Benimaru insisted when they tried to lead you away to get prepped. Holding your hand tightly.

“I’ll be right back Benimaru.” You assured him. “Please just…wait here, and I’ll be right back.” It was hard to put up a brave face for him right now with how much pain you were in, but you wanted to be strong for him for once.

The girls take you away and, once you were out of ear shot, Shuna asked, “how are you really feeling?”

“Terrible.” You answer honestly. “It hurts everywhere. My chest is pounding. And….I’m scared….” You look up at your sister from your chair with a slight quiver in your lips. “What if the baby isn’t alright? What if something happens? My cousin. Her baby, she—”

Shuna placed her hand on your shoulder to calm you, and offered you a handkerchief to wipe the tears that were building. “You mustn’t think of that now. Positive thoughts only! The baby will be fine. And you will be fine. And you and oni-san will live long enough to do this again in a few years. Should this first not sour you on the experience.” You choke out a laugh through your sniffles. Just a bundle of emotions at this point.

“Come on!” Shion exclaimed lively. Trying to bring some positivity back into the room. “Lets get you ready to have this baby! I can’t wait to see what my new ward looks like!”

“Shion! This isn’t about you. And it’s my niece. I will be its guardian.”

The two oni argued the whole length of the hall towards the changing room.

The labor took hours, but Benimaru never left your side. He held your hand through every painful contraction and push. Told you that he loved you and whispered words of encouragement. “You’re doing wonderful my love. Just a little longer.”

“I don’t think I can do anymore….”

“Ok [Y/N]. Just one more big push.” Shuna called out. You whimper in agony, but give one more big push as you suddenly feel a large breakaway and loud cries echoing out in the room. “It’s a boy!”

You start to laugh and cry hysterically at the sound. A boy. A boy. You had a son. You and Benimaru had a son.

The oni women quickly clean the baby off and Shion carried him over to you in his new kosah. “He’s absolutely perfect.”

You had to agree. But you were so overwhelmed you could not speak. His face was nearly as red as the little tuffs of hair on his scalp. The tiniest hands. A small little bump on his forehead where a future horn would be. “He’s perfect.”

You look up at Benimaru, who was overcome with tears as well, looking down at you & his child in awe. “He’s perfect.”

Shuna smiled sweetly to herself and ushered out Shion to leave the three of you alone. A new family, literally born into the world. A world you didn’t even know was missing something, now complete as you looked on at your child.

---Bad Ending on Ao3---

[angelic-fertility-potion-au]

Okay…Lucifer how did you give birth?

Lucifer: The old natural way

[harveywritings92]

[R/n is in labor and Soap gets her to the hospital, while trying to call Ghost who’s currently in a stuck training op so his phone was off. Soap also notices the hospital staff aren’t taking Y/n’s labor seriously, and are pretty much ignoring his pleas for help!]

R/n: J-Johnny, the baby is coming…

Soap: I know lass as just wait for a doc…

R/n: N-no, I-I mean right now, I gotta push and you need catch it.

[Soap goes goes blue in the face.]

Soap: What if Johnny doesn’t want to catch it?

R/n, grabs him by the shirt: JOHNNY BETTER F*CKING CATCH IT OR HE’LL BE CATCHING MY WRATH!

Soap, terrified: Okay, okay…(Looks between R/n’s leg and sees the head!) 

Soap, panicking: Oh Shite, it’s comin! Ok uhm....

[While R/n is busy pushing; Soap frantically looks around the room for something to catch and cover the baby with, he quickly grabs a towel off a table and gets back to R/n he gets his arms under her legs just in time to catch his newborn godchild! Soap looking down at the baby in shock just as a nurse walks in.]

Nurse: Alright miss L/n we’re ready to…

(The nurse stares slacked jaw at Soap whose holding a bloody gunk covered crying newborn still attached to mom.]

Soap, pissed off: Ye fuckers certainly took yer sweet ass time, didn’t ye?

Nurse, picks her jaw off the floor:…I, y-You can’t do that!

Soap: Well I’m certainly not puttin’ it back!

{Needless to say, Ghost nearly had an aneurysm when he heard how his child was born!]

[happy-lemon]

FRIDAY 9:18 PM

[rednite-dork]

Okay lbr tho Sebastian would totally pass out during the birth of his kid(s)

Or he would gag.

Or he would do both.

Especially, if he looks down there (and taking account his curiousity, he would 👀).

MC: please for the love of god, don't look down there

Sebastian: ok ok

Sebastian: *can't help himself, looks and immediately dies*

[harveyb-wabbit92]

{Ingo’s S/o is in labor and is cussing up a storm.]

I-S/o, groaning in pain: Ingo, Oh...F*ck me!

Ingo: I already did, that’s the whole reason we’re here today.

{Oh the look I-S/o gave him could flash freeze the ocean.]

Emmet, who was filming: Welp, You were a good brother Ingo, I promise to send flowers to your grave every two months.

[Needless to say. Ingo and I-S/o laugh about it now, but at the time. He legit thought she was gonna murder him.]