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the cost of mercy (4186 words) by pinkpilot
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Doctor Strange (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Stephen Strange
Characters: Stephen Strange, Wanda Maximoff, America Chavez, Wong (Marvel)
Additional Tags: POV Stephen Strange, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Magical Pregnancy, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Rewrite of Multiverse of Madness, I have not seen the Agatha show so please pretend it doesn't exist, I just wanted to write Stephen pregnant, and be a dad, he deserves it, no beta we cry like Stephen when Christine dumped his sorry ass <3
Summary:
âWanda, you are justifiably angry. You had to make terrible sacrifices,â he tells her, trying to appeal to the pain he knows she has gone through.
âI blew a hole through the head of the man I loved⊠and it meant nothing. Do not speak to me of sacrifice, Stephen Strange.â She pauses, and floats closer to him. Their words are now meant only for one another, their audience down below unable to hear them. âIf you give me what I want⊠I'll send you to a world where you can be with Christine.â
In another universe, Stephen will back away and declare that they stand against her. In this one, however, he chooses a different path.
âWhat ifâŠI could bring your children back to you?â
Expecting Magic (2349 words) by tummyclub
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Malric/Avereigh
Characters: Original Characters, Malric the Malevolent, Sir Avereigh the Chaste
Additional Tags: Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Mpreg, Transformation, that awkward moment when enemy kingdoms want to destroy your monster positive haven, Magical Pregnancy, Magical body modification, Power Dynamics, Fantasy, generic fantasy setting with a kinky twist, Origin Story, Domestic Fluff, Implied Monster Sex, making pacts with eldritch gods, i had illegal amounts of fun writing this
Summary:
Malric always dreamt of being a Dark Lord, a sorcerer with magic beyond compare and a kingdom of his own, just like in the storybooks he managed to steal- and Mhoulalb, Eldritch Entity of Transformation and Mother of Monsters- would be his salvation. He's given a simple choice- ultimate power and glory, as long as he's pregnant with monster spawn. Wait, pregnant?!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Relationships: Jak/Daxter, Count Veger/Kleiver
Characters: pretty much all of them
Tags/Warnings: Mpreg, Interspecies Relationships, Ottsel Daxter and Veger, Surprise Party, Fluff, Relationship drama (not Jaxter's)
Summary:
Jak and Daxter tried to keep their first pregnancy a secret. Turns out Daxter is bad at keeping secrets (or Tess is good at learning them).
Post-Jak X.
between honour and heartbeat (8212 words) by pinkpilot
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James Norrington/Jack Sparrow
Characters: James Norrington, Jack doesn't really show up in this fic but his consequences do :)
Additional Tags: Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, some men can get pregnant because the world of fanfic is a wondrous place, Disgraced James Norrington, pregnant character doing things a pregnant person shouldn't do, Whump, Sad times, Hurt/Comfort, Character Study, Soft Moments in Harsh Environments, Implied/Referenced Abortion
Series: Part 2 of what the sea gave
Summary:
The sea is as unforgiving as he feels. Vast, endless and empty. James stands on deck, hands braced against the railing, feeling the saltwater whip across his face. The wind tugs at his coat, but itâs not enough to distract him from the gnawing discomfort thatâs settled deep in his stomach. The nausea, his dreadfully persistent companion, comes and goes in waves, and each time it recedes, he feels weaker. His body, like his life, is betraying him.
He hasnât told a soul about the sickness. The days spent doubled over, the headaches and the growing sense of dizziness are all his to suffer in solitude. His own personal misery.
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Prequel fic to 'between compass and heart'
Content warnings: graphic description of birth, surprise twin.
Authorâs note: so this is actually a mix of a rp I did with a wonderful writing partner and a work loosely based on writing prompts in a server Iâm in! First time writing these characters by myself so please be nice lmao. Story underneath cut as always!
Pickles never really thought about raising a family, at least until it was 3 am and he was staring at a pregnancy test with blood shot eyes and a tear stained face, leaning up quietly against his boyfriend for some sort of comfort.
Now here he was, almost 9 months later and hiding his baby bump on stage.
It was the last concert of the tour and despite being heavily pregnant, he insisted on performing. Though he was starting to slip up, almost missing his solo from the annoying back pains he had been feeling all day. He figured it was just Braxton Hicks considering he wasnât due for another two weeks.
He was quietly counting in his head, watching Nathan wrap up this last song. It couldnât seem to finish fast enough.
As the curtain started to drop, thatâs when he felt a sudden release of pressure and his pants becoming rapidly soaked.
Fuck.
His waters had broken.
Heaving himself up, he almost stumbled- the weight in his pelvis unbearable.
âC-come.. on Picklesââ He spoke through clenched teeth, dropping his drum sticks as he stumbled to the nearby couch.
Was labor even supposed to move this fast? Fuck.. he couldnât remember, Charles had been talking to him about it- but he hadnât exactly been paying attention.
âPickles?!â Murderfaceâs anxious voice pulled him out of his thoughts as he looked up.
âYeah?â He tried to grin, but it was more of a grimace as he doubled over with a groan, sweat pouring down his face.
âWhatâs wrong?! Is the baby coming?!â Murderface immediately crouched down in front of him, taking a hold of his shaking hands.
âY-yeah.. Iâ ughhh..â he groaned, not being able to finish his sentence.
âShitââ Murderface muttered under his breath, the others were rushing around trying to find things to help, but Pickles was Murderfaceâs only focus.
âItâs okay- itâs okay, letâs get your pants off yeah?â Murderface wasnât sure why in the fuck he was so calm, considering he had been more anxious then pickles this entire pregnancy.
âUh huh..â Pickles groaned as Nathan stepped in, offering a towel to place beneath the other, a wet washcloth wiping off the smearing corpse paint.
âHaaa..â Pickles whined, gripping the edge of the couch as his eyes screwed shut.
âG-gotta.. push!â He yelled, his voice sounding frantic.
Having tugged the others soaked jeans and underwear off, Murderface nodded. âGo ahead, nice and easy-â He spoke, stroking the otherâs thighs.
Pickles had grabbed the nearest thing to hold, which happened to be Nathanâs hand. The lead singer grimaced at how tight he had a grip, but made no other complaints.
As the next contraction came over, he bared down.
âGood, good! Just like that Pickles!â Murderface spoke.
âUgh!â Pickles whined, breathless and shaking. âIs it supposed to fucking burn?â He groaned.
âItâs normalâ itâs just the baby crowning-â Charles piped up, having gathered up more towels.
âFuck!â Pickles yelled as he gave another push. He wasnât expecting everything to happen so fast!
âFew more pushes!â Murderface cheered, cradling the head in his trembling hands.
âOh shut up! You're not the one pushing out a baby!â Pickles groaned, though there was no real bite to his words.
Murderface couldnât help but laugh, but had quickly shut up as Pickles glared.
âOne more big push!â Murderface spoke, trying to hide his excitement. Tears were burning the back of his eyes.
Pickles grunted, shifting slightly to try to give himself a bit more gravity as the shoulders suddenly shot free. The squalling newborn falling into Mutderfaceâs awaiting arms.
âWe have a son, Pickles!â Murderface cried, tears now rolling freely down his cheeks.
The baby continued to fuss as Murderface cleaned him off a bit before finally settling him into Pickleâs awaiting arms.
Pickles had gathered up the fussing baby, trying his hardest not to burst into laughter.
âWowiesââ Toki spoke off, peering behind the new family. âHe looks justs likes Murderfaceâ Toki mumbled as Pickles nodded in agreement.
As the baby settled down, Pickles leaned into Murderface, glad to have a few moments to just rest and relish the quiet moment.
At least until the contractions started again, but he figured it was just the afterbirth. Yet he was still rather uncomfortable, not being able to help but groan as he handed the sleeping baby to Nathan.
âPushing..â He warned before his chin was tucked into his chest.
âUhhhâŠâ Murderface went pale at the sight, that⊠was a head?!
âUmm.. Picklesââ Charles began, trying to keep his voice steady so he wouldnât freak out the drummer.
âWhat?!â Pickles snapped, glaring at the two who were crouched in front of his trembling legs.
âUm. Well you seeââ Charles spoke, âthereâs another head- I believe you are having twins.â Charles explained.
âWhat?!â Pickle's voice rose, eyes wide as he gave a shake of his head.
âAh picklesââ Murderface piped up, âthatâs definitely a headâ shit!â Murderface yelped as the baby came out suddenly. Much smaller than her brother, but just as loud.
Pickles barely registered what happened, staring at the squirmy little bundle in Murderfaceâs arms.
âWe have a daughter too!â Murderface grinned brightly, moving to place the new baby into Pickles arms.
âIt seems as though her brother was taking up most of the room, but she seems healthy-â Charles spoke. âCongratulations you two.â Charles patted Murderface on the shoulder before shuffling to the side to make a few phone calls to the medical bay.
âHereââ Nathan had carefully placed the baby boy into Pickleâs free arm.
The band watched as the baby girl's cries settled, curling up into her brother.
âWell will ya look at that!â Murderface beamed, clearly happy.
âWowie⊠twoâs!â Toki spoke, seeming the most excited.
âYeah.. yeahâ holy shit.. two!â Pickles laughed, slumping back into the seat.
âWhat are their names?â Nathan asked, draping a towel over Pickleâs lap to give him at least a bit of decency.
âWell..â Murderface glanced at their son, who was about twice the size of his sister. âThatâs Alexander.. Alex for shortâ He decided as Pickles nodded.
âAnd this is Lilith, Lily for short.â Pickles piped up, still leaning heavily into Murderface.
âNine months making me suffer and you were hiding the whole time huh?â Pickles cooed tiredly at his daughter, kissing the top of her head.
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