something I don’t see talked about a lot in omegaverse is miscarriages/abortions, Like I generally don’t see it or it being talked about I haven’t read much fanfic or smth but it would be interesting to see how.
an omega struggle with them losing their baby in a miscarriage or an omega who absolutely did not want a baby(whether they wanted it or not) generally do not want to bring a new life into this world
I know both of these are touchy topics but I’m generally curious if there’s anything like this out there
I’m really interested in your take on Bill and Fleur’s relationship. Could you talk about it a little more?
Okay, so I've written quite a bit about Bill and Fleur in Lungs, but I think the biggest insight to Bill and Fleur's relationship I ever wrote is from What I'd Do With All This Faith? (Keep in mind this is all from Angelina's pov)
“I never imagined I would be having a baby this young,” whispered Angelina, thankful for the noise of the family in the other room. “But I’m so happy it’s with George…I can’t imagine going through this with anyone else.”
Fleur nodded and Angelina followed her eyes to Bill, who was talking to Ginny, making her laugh. Victoire had been passed over to Ginny, who was holding her so close to her body, as if she was afraid to drop her goddaughter.
“’ust make sure he’s es ‘eady,” said Fleur, and Angelina turned back to her, she had tears in her eyes and on her cheeks, not even bothering to wipe them away. Angelina didn’t know what to say, what to do, she knew that Fleur wasn’t as happy as she pretended to be, and the memory of Bill’s soulless eyes haunted her still.
And also this bit:
Then Fleur loses a baby boy. October bleeds into November, and sadness saturates the family.
“Does it ever feel better?”
Angelina had never imagined Bill would ask her before George. George is the better adjusted of the pair of them, Angelina still has trouble seeing her younger patients, especially the ones that would be the same age as her Beth would be now.
“You know,” said Angelina as she carefully rinsed the plates she had been washing by hand. “Some days I can’t get out of bed, and George will make me a cup of tea and some oatmeal and he’ll tell me stories about Fred and all of you growing up here. Then somedays I come home and he’s still in bed, and I’ll pour us both a drink and I’ll tell him everything that I can about my day or about my own childhood. Somedays it doesn’t hurt at all, and both of us are happy, and it’s almost like we forgot about her.”
Bill was quiet, and Angelina dried her hands, before running her fingers up through her hair. She felt horrible for Bill and Fleur, but they had their daughter, they still had someone.
And they weren’t ready for another baby, it was obvious, they could barely handle the one baby they had now.
They weren’t happy, they weren’t ready to be parents, and they already had a little girl that needed them.
“I wish I could forget.”
“I don’t,” said Angelina, looking at Bill and seeing his haunted soulless eyes look back at her. He was a child playing at being a man, he was a soldier playing at being a husband and father. He was an older brother that was crumbling with his siblings looking at him for support.
It was sad and disappointing.
“I miss her Bill,” Angelina told him, thinking not only of her daughter but the other women she lost and even Fred with his jokes and carefree smile. “But if I hold on to her, I will never live again. It takes time, and George and I are here if you and Fleur need support, but it’s never not going to hurt.”
Bill nodded and Angelina wiped at her eyes. Talking about Beth always made her cry, even if she didn’t want to, even if she was sure that it wouldn’t. She loved her daughter, and the family she was a part of now, but she had said goodbye to her in the moments after her birth.
“You don’t have to be strong for her,” whispered Angelina, hoping more than anything he would understand who she meant, “just support them.”
I really think this is the best outside view I can give to their relationship from someone who isn't related to either of them. Angelina sees how unhappy they are with each other.
Fleur is a young woman in a country that she didn't grow up in and married to a man that she doesn't really know. She is surrounded by a family that doesn't know her or really loves her, and then she fought in a war. She got pregnant instead of grieving the lost of those she loved and her husband wasn't the man that she expected him to be.
Bill on the other hand, went from being a curse breaker in another country to back home and fighting in a war. He had a whirlwind romance with a beautiful girl that he did love...or so he thought. He married her and then instead of grieving the lost of his little brother and friends, they had a baby.
And Bill never imagined having a family after feeling like a third parent to his siblings. Fleur on the other hand always wanted to be a mother, and she loves her children so much.
Fleur pushes to have another baby because caring for Victoire makes her happy. But then they lose their first son Jacques, and the distance grows between them. Dominique is born when Victoire is eight, and Fleur sees a perfect baby, but then she finds out she's pregnant again so quickly again.
Louis is premature by ten weeks, he's four pounds when he's born, and absolutely tiny. They're told that he might not make it to his original due date, and they get ready to finally grieve someone in their family.
But then Louis comes home in August, and their happy. They are really happy for a short amount of time before Louis gets placed on the spectrum. Bill and Fleur don't know how to parent him, they don't understand his 'issues' and fail not only him, but also Victoire and Dominique in the process.
I have so much more I want to write about them, but I want to save it for Lover (Dominique's Story) and I'll get to it soon enough.
Nicky finds out he’s pregnant two hours before they leave for South Sudan.
He had bought a cheap drugstore test while Joe and Booker had gone out to secure a ride to the drop-off point and Andy had claimed the couch to take a long nap before their mission. She hadn’t stirred when he had sneaked out, nor when he had come back, and thirty seconds later Nicky had barricaded himself in the bathroom with a sense of dread and relief in his chest.
He had been suspicious for a couple of weeks, but only because he has been dealing with this for the past millennium. His heats had been fairly irregular since his first death, but they still happened often enough to result in more pregnancies than he could count. They never lasted very long in any case, usually only a few weeks. If it wasn’t for the small amount of blood he had to deal with afterwards, Nicky wouldn’t even know it had happened in the first place. It was more like mourning an idea, not a fact.
He rarely got any nausea and it never got far enough for him to feel anything other than a sensation like he had swallowed a cricket whole, something he thought was more in his head than in his belly.
Only once in all those centuries had he reached the three month mark before his body had finally started to fight to expel the foreign being. It happened in the middle of a siege in Rhodes around the fifteenth century. The siege turned out to be a blessing, as all the authorities who would usually be on the lookout for alphas and omegas had too much on their plates to pay any attention to them.
Locked in a small room, Nicolò had bled for three nights and two days before it had finally stopped. During the whole ordeal Yusuf never left his side, not even to eat, his dark eyes bright with unshed tears, hands balled into fists as he powerlessly watched Nicolò laying on a bed half-dead. Afterwards, Yusuf had sworn not to touch him during his next heat, for he couldn’t bear to watch Nicolò go through that again.
(When the time came, though, Nicolò had begged for Yusuf’s knot, the fever and the pain too strong for him to deal with without his mate. In the end, of course, Yusuf had relented. God was merciful however, and nothing came from that heat at least.)
With time, they found better concoctions to prevent Yusuf’s seed from taking hold. It worked most of the time, but not always. Eventually, Nicolò learned how not to love them. He taught himself not to think about meaningful names and round faces, or to picture Yusuf’s freckles adorning a small thing with his big nose. He learned not to hope for something that clearly was not in their path, their destiny.
Most importantly, he learned there was no point in telling Joe.
yk it really bothers me when i go onto tiktok and i see people hating on fics that involve pregnancy.
i came across a tiktok yesterday that absolutely disgusted me. the person basically complained how they get annoyed whenever they read a fanfic and suddenly reader gets sick and gets pregnant. the thing that bothered me the most were the comments. people commenting shit like 'when she has a miscarriage i get so happy' or 'why is y/n so pro-life?' like wtf??
one, it isn't your story. idk why people think they can go around judging fics as if they can write one. i'm really tired of people going around judging certain fics based off pregnancy, why does it matter?
i'm not saying you can't dislike pregnancy, people have preferences and i respect that, but the moment you start encouraging a MISCARRIAGE is when i draw the line. i know it's fiction, but it's kind of fucked up when you encourage that shit or 'get happy' when it happens to reader. like wtf??
miscarriages are considered dark content and it can be extremely triggering to some people and that's why you never see many miscarriages happening in pregnancy fics. idk why some people can't understand that.
plus if there's smut in a fic, why are you shocked if she does end up being pregnant?
please, if you're going to read a fic and pregnancy bothers you don't judge it. it isn't your fic.
don't encourage miscarriages either, i get that it's fiction but it's very upsetting and can be extremely triggering.
Ok so here it is, my alternate biography for my self insert, this is speficically geared toward my RP with @corruptedcryomancer but I mean fuck it, who doesn't want to be a legit T-Rex, right? I put it under a cut because it's like three pages of Zhīhuá recounting sad shit to Noob Saibot, hopefully you guys enjoy it though, there's mentions of adultry, suicide, abuse and miscarriages though, but none of it is in detail. It's probably pretty weird, and there's kind of this overarching idea of kind of like a soulmate AU, but I think it's pretty damn good for a random sub-boss in Mortal Kombat Mythologies: Sub-Zero lol
“This isn’t the first time we’ve been together,” she pauses to smile lovingly at the wraith, “and it won’t be the last. You may have no recollection of me anymore, but our souls have been bound and entwined since the beginning of time. It’s no coincidence and no mistake I’ve found you again, we will always end up finding each other, no matter how much we change over the ages. Fate is a kind and cruel mistress, she lets us be together in each existence, but it always ends in tragedy for one of us, sometimes both of us.” The blue haired woman waits for a reply from the wraith, but he just looks at her with a quiet curiosity in his milky white eyes.
“My existence in this timeline is a punishment for my past life, you once asked what I did to end up in the Netherrealm, well now I suppose I will tell you aì rén. Our last life together you were a proud and unstoppable general in the service of Puyi, the last Emperor of China while I was known as Zhīhuá, a name you still called me in life and one of his concubines, a disgraced one at that. I committed many grave sins, the worst being falling in love with you instead of the man I belonged to. I was an adulteress and murderer, as I later found out when I woke up here in the Netherrealm, the Emperor learned of our affair, but did not sentence me to death, but exile instead, you however; did not fair so well. Puyi executed you for my crimes and I could not bare to live with it, I couldn’t bare to be parted from you, so in my sorrow and anguish I followed you in death, I don’t remember the exact details, but I remember the sweet taste of the poisoned wine, and the soft silk wrapped around my throat and the clattering of the chair beneath me before I departed from this world,” the woman’s voice is very soft and full of regret as she continues.
“I-I did not know that I was with child at the time, I would have never gone through with it, had I known at the time I had your sons growing inside me. Something that fate loves to torture me with to this day,” she pauses to wipe her eyes and look at the floor, suddenly overcome with too much guilt to face the wraith her lover had become. The shadowy figure is still quiet but tilts his head in an invitation to continue her story. “Generally when one dies, they go to the Void to await their reincarnation, sometimes it can take weeks, sometime years, sometimes decades, but this time I did not awake in the Void, I awoke to the smell of rotting flesh and acrid sulfur and thick smoke. I knew things seemed off, but I didn’t realize how off they were at the time. I remember it clearly, the deafening clang of metal on metal, a trough being filled with a putrid mix of rotted demonic remains and Netherbeast carcasses and cold metal biting into the flesh of my leg as I was dragged away from a warm and comforting presence of a pile of threadbare blankets and soiled rags. I didn’t realize it yet, but I was no longer human.”
The woman pauses again, waiting for some kind of smart remark or quick witted quip from the wraith, he still remains silent but offers her some shred of comfort by wiping the residual tears from her light brown eyes. “I had become an inhuman monster, a dinosaur at the mercy of my captors, I depended of them for everything as I had no freedom whatsoever. I spent my youth chained to the wall of my cell, the thick jagged metal cutting into my soft hide with every movement, everyday I wished it all to end, but at the same time I knew I deserved this life for what I had done. I was beaten and abused day in, day out, terrorized by my handler, forced to fight and kill my brethren for my own survival, there are no horrors or atrocities you can show me that I have not already committed myself,” she says as she gestures to the ninja’s severed head still perched on the armrest of the throne. “I survived time and time again, the thought of you was the only thing that kept me going, knowing that if I had been reincarnated then surely you had by now as well. I was desperate to escape my prison, to be able to search for you, just to make sure you were ok, I knew there was no way you would recognize me in this grotesque form anymore, no way you would hold me close in the darkest hours of the night anymore, but I still needed to see you. So, I played their games, I toppled everything they threw at me, I ate the disgusting slop they fed me, I obeyed their commands without question and when I was grown I became a beast of war, a combat mount for Quan Chi’s elite patrol forces, roaming the Netherrealm endlessly for intruders. It wasn’t much better than my years in captivity, but at least I got to see and smell things other than my cell and constant death, and I finally was able to stretch my legs and walk around.”
“My handler was not as cruel as the demons who raised and trained me, but he was still not a kind man, demons rarely have any goodness to be found, but he at least didn’t seem to delight in beating me. He only did it when I misbehaved so, it was some type of improvement, I enjoyed our time together and when I think about it I may have even grown to care for him, in a purely Stockholm sort of way. I was even beginning to forget my past life, who I was, my identity and even about you, but a fateful encounter thankfully changed all of that. You must remember when Raiden sent you into the Netherrealm to retrieve Shinnok’s amulet?” She pauses and looks up at the wraith, feeling smaller than usual in his presence as the shadowy figured towered over her, he nodded in agreement.
“That’s when I saw you, at first I couldn’t believe it, my handler had received word that a human had infiltrated the Netherrealm and was after something valuable and must be stopped at all costs. We of course followed orders and pursued the target, never in my wildest dreams did I expect you to the target, but the moment I laid eyes on you I knew you in an instant. My memories of our life together that I thought I had buried so long ago all came flooding back to me in an instant, and I was ashamed to let you see me like this, so I lashed out at you as I had been trained so many years to do. You let me live though, you probably didn’t know why at the time and probably never did until I told you all of this now, but even though you no longer knew me, no longer recognized me you wouldn’t hurt me, you never have. You killed my handler with ease, but paused when delivering the final blow to me, I laid there beaten, bloodied, begging for death but you just turned and walked away, returning to your quest. I knew then and there I could no longer be parted from you and would do anything to make it so.” She doesn’t bother looking to him for confirmation to continue this time, she can feel his eerie white eyes boring into her, intrigued by the little dinosaur’s tale.
“I sought out a great and powerful witch living in the deepest bowels of the Netherrealm, a woman so powerful even Quan Chi let her be, I told her my story, my plight and surprisingly she sympathized with me, having once been the victim of similar captivity and oppression in her life. She agreed to transform me into a human to be able to seek you out again aì rén, there was no payment due if I was successful but if I failed again I would serve her for the rest of eternity, it was a deal I jumped at. She must have thought for sure I would fail, but I knew I wouldn’t, I knew our love transcended centuries and it had not diminished. When I made it to Earth I posed as an English teacher in the little village at the base of the Lin Kuei, having already gathered that must from your uniform and Quan Chi’s ravings. It was so strange having a human body again, especially one with such sinful curves, but you certainly never had any complaints and it didn’t take long for me to melt your icy facade and we were wed in secret, not even your little brother knew. We were so, so happy together it felt like an absolute dream, my nightmare was finally over. Gone were the days of my torture and brutality and in their place was comfort and happiness in your strong, cold arms, but happiness never seems to last for us.” She sits down near the wraith’s feet, curling up into a trembling ball, tears streaming down her cheeks as she relays the end of her tale.
“Everything was perfect, so perfect,” her voice is now a cracked and broken whisper, “we were expecting twins, and I had never in all my life times seen you as proud and happy as you were when I showed you the ultrasound photos, you were so proud you even called your brother and told him he was going to be and uncle, but then, then the Grandmaster told you that Shang Tsung had purchased your services for the tournament. I begged you not to go, not now, not when we had a family on the way, but you had to, for our sake, you knew the Grandmaster would not only slaughter you, but he would imprison me, then take our children before killing me as well. So, you fought to protect us. You never returned though. All that returned was stomach churning, crude impersonation of you, Kuai Liang,” she spat his name as if it was tainted with venom before a sob wracked her small body.
“He’s the one who told me what happened, but he was an idiot, he didn’t wait to tell me, he didn’t sit me down and gently tell me the news, in his haste he threw open my door and just blurted it out. I-I went into shock, I was a hyperventilated mess, as my world crashed around me as my body fell to the floor at the horrifying news. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault, everything is my fault!” she screams wrapping her arms tightly around her trembling body. “I once again took the lives of our unborn sons because I was too weak to withstand the news,” she cradles her stomach as tears stream down her face and she whispers a litany of apologies, before looking up at the wraith with an unstable look. “Then you came along...and I realized I was back and square one again, and maybe just maybe I could make things right again this time. After all we have eternity to do so,aì rén.”
do we ever think about why (apart from plot/cast simplification reasons) Adrien, Marinette, Kagami, and to a lesser extent Chloé are Only Children?
I say to a lesser extent for Chloé because we have ample reason to believe her parents aren't on the greatest, most intimate terms. That being said, difficulty conceiving could have been what put so much strain on their relationship to begin with. But it could go either way.
I kinda assumed with Adrien that it had a lot to do with his parent's wealth (rich people are less likely to have heaps of children, right?) moreso than any struggles to conceive; plus Gabriel, as we've seen, is not the most paternally inclined figure, so he may not have ever intended to have kids in the first place, at least not until he met Emilie. They seem like the kind of couple who would make the decision of only wanting one child.
Kagami is an interesting one: I don't think we have seen her dad yet, and we know her mum is blind. There could be multiple implications here: absent father being the major one, but also her mother having to cope with raising a child (potentially as a single mum?) whilst managing a disability would be incredibly stressful. If it were me, I probably wouldn't feel capable of handling that kind of pressure.
Finally... Marinette.
Tom and Sabine seem like the kind of couple who would want a small army of children; they're just so nurturing. Personally, I think they are the couple that was the most likely to have had trouble conceiving, or keeping a pregnancy, and Marinette is their 'miracle baby' (not a bad parallel to draw if I do say so myself lol). She may even have been born prematurely, or there were complications with the pregnancy/birth that meant it was dangerous for Sabine to have another baby.
Is this a conversation the fandom has had before? What are everybody's thoughts?
Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones had been together for fourteen years. Ever since middle school they had been a couple and had plans to start a family together. When the time finally came for them to try, they were over ecstatic and wasted no time trying. Then, just as soon as they find out about their baby, a tragedy strikes and they're left to grieve on their own. The more time that passes, the more tension grows between the two of them, the more their relationship becomes strained. In the end, will the achieve the happy ending they had been planning since their school days?
Available to read on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad.
Laura, daughter of Victoria and Rafael, son of Letus (Thanatos)!
@ariihen and I have always joked/pushed around that idea that Nico is a Roman legacy in canonverse and dd-verse--but especially so in dd-verse. Since “Conquer or die” is a phrase that’s used by the Romans, we based Maria’s parents off that motto and basically said Victory or Death. Or in this case, victory and death!
Since Victory/Nike is kind of high strung, so is her daughter. Laura’s a sharp-tongued who has no patience for BS, and will throw hands if she needs to.
On the other hand, Rafael is a softer, gentler man since Letus/Thanatos’s realm is kind death. Since death is in his blood, we talked about how Rafael would have a low sperm count to begin with and Laurel probably miscarried a few time before they were finally able to have Maria, so they’re very protective of her.
Thus, Maria di Angelo, Legacy of Victoria and Letus was born with a kind father and a mom who told her never to take anything less than gold who’s a little kookie and zany, and it’s the Victoria in her that basically said, “Anyone can sleep with Jupiter/Zeus, who wants to do that? Has anyone tried to romance his wife?” (by proxy this is her attitude with literally any god in any AU that tries to romance her, she enjoys a challenge) and it’s the Death in her that makes her a little weird and say a bunch of double entendres
Like, Zeus tried to romance her by taking her to the normal makeout spots and she wasn’t interested. He had to beg Hades and Poseidon to be Bros and let him take her to their realms and bc she wanted to see how cool the Underworld was and she was curious if anyone has tried to dissect a merman before (literally just think of Eclipsa from Star vs. the Forces of Evil and that’s how sweet/kookie she is)
When she fell in love with Hera, Laura congratulated Maria on winning her challenge but was not impressed with Hera bc the Queen of the Gods was not willing to marry her daughter. She also thinks that Hera’s cooking is subpar at best and “if you’re the goddess of family then why aren’t your kids running through the door?” and made Hera wear one of her aprons and use her hands to make pasta in the di Angelo household
Hera had to learn bc Maria can’t cook worth shit
Ironically, Hera’s need to impress Laura just puts Laura’s competitiveness into overdrive so that’s just a neverending battle for her
Rafael is just a chill dad; apparently Letus was known as kind and wanting to just sleep a lot; so he and his Type A wife really just balance each other out a lot. Laura made pasta, but Rafael made bone cookies for the Italian Day of the Dead and taught both Nico and Bianca how to make them. He really doesn’t care if Maria gets married or not, but he definitely cried both times his grandchildren were born bc he was worried that the di Angelo name would die with his genes
(he also doesn’t think Hera knows how to cook very well but he will eat what he was given)
This all started because ren and I joked that Percy would dress Nico up as his Italian grandmother to get the early bird senior citizen discount at the restaurants in New Rome, so he’d wear a gray wig, small spectacles, and a shawl made of Peacock feathers and Percy would parade Nonna Nicola around (i’m really hoping to bring this into the story at some point)
But another joke was that since Nico is a roman legacy, Laura would try to become a lar and protect the Fifth Cohort, so Thalia and Percy have just been listening to this crazy lady babbling on about her adorable grandchildren for a long time before Nico finally showed up. Laura has a soft spot for Nico bc he can carry on the family name
On the other hand, Rafael would be following Bianca around and supporting her shopping habits, and he has a soft spot for her bc she looks so much like Maria
Lastly, their names were chosen since laurels are a symbol of Victoria and Rafael means “Healing God,” or in the way it’s being depicted, the di Angelo patriarch is the “Healing Angel.”
