#child birth tw

[cheapcheapfaker]

#child birth tw #i dont want to educate myself anymore i think maybe sometimes a little ignorance is good #like you know what maybe those girls in hs poking holes in their bfs condoms #thinking about the potential baby clothes and nothing else were right. i dont need this knowledge #MEAT is coming OUT of her VAGINA #MEAAAAAAT #lmk if anyone needs any additional tags/ tw. idk. tw uterine meat. christ alive.

[casitafallz-a]

Decay AU | Birth of Dante Madrigal

The labour had been long. Decay was exhausted as each hour passed and no baby to show for the efforts. The water had broken, the baby’s movements were sharper now without the water and the pain and discomfort was at an all time high.

Watcher Julieta kept the probe along her belly, though Decay didn’t like ther serious look in her face that only grew.

“Is… are they gonna be okay?” Decay asked, her metal hand gripping Pariah’s protheses tightly.

Watcher Julieta’s eyes flickered to her before she set the scanner down. “Right now, the baby’s breech.”

“Then flip him, it’s not too hard to do that.” Pariah spoke, her voice stronger than what Decay felt.

“It’s not that simple. Their legs are crossed, arms tucked and ad… normally I’d flip them but… the cord’s around their neck.”

Decay’s eyes widened in alarm, her hand coming to her belly. “Around… it’s not hurting them, is it?”

“No, it’s not too tight but… we can’t flip him around. If we do, with risk cutting off their only link to oxygen before they’re delivered.”

Pariah’s arm squeezed her’s tightly. “What about a Caesarean?”

“That is the most viable option, yes.”

“You mean cut them out?” Decay squeaked, her breath quickening. “But… but what if that hurt them?”

“Decay, Watcher Julieta’s delivered Rana in her ammonitic sac and transferred her directly to her tank from a C-section with me.” Pariah spoke, “She’s an expert and… you know, she wouldn’t suggest this without a good reason.”

“Indeed.” Watcher Julieta sighed, “I promise, you and your baby will be in good hands, Decay.”

Decay swallowed thickly, but… she knew she had to do this; for her baby’s sake. She didn’t want to lose them.

-

Things were fast moving, despite the growing contractions, watcher Julieta seemed to have worked wonders as she was wheeled into theatre, and the feeling from the waist down vanished before the screen was set up.

Pariah stayed by her side and Decay’s heart was in her mouth, icily listening as they worked and… it was odd just waiting; trying to wait and hear for the first cries. But there was a change as watcher Julieta called for more hands.

Pariah perked up a little, taking a short peek before sitting down abruptly but said nothing, despite the look Decay gave for news.

Then…

“It’s a boy!”

Decay’s eyes widened, though sure enough above the screen separating her view from the surgeons, the pink, squirming baby was held up, his neck supported, as well as hid little body though it only took a second before the baby’s mouth opened into a sharp cry that billowed throughout the room. An impressive set of lungs that she had made!

Decay gasped happily, watching as he momently disappeared before being wrapped up, before Pariah took the wailing bundle from her watcher counterpart with a beaming smile.

“Here, I think he wants to meet up”

Decay’s eyes were welled as Pariah set and held the newborn across her throat while the medical staff began to get her cleaned up and began to repairs down below from the operation. The baby wailed into her jaw, his little hand flailing a little before he found a grip with both her hair net and locks of her hair, his other hand gripping her cheek.

Her mind filled with the sense of overwhelming joy and happiness… and a seep sense of love that tingled as he wiggled against her before he was gone; lifted away.

“No…where’s he go?!” Decay whined, her head raising to see Pariah setting him down onto a little bed before a nurse began to move him about, her heart thumping in her chest before Pariah returned with an assuring look.

“They’re just going to do a check-up and make sure everything’s fully okay, clean him up and get him on the system then he’ll be back.”

Decay’s lips trembled. “He’s so small!”

Pariah laughed, bending down to kiss her forehead. “Oh you were that size as well.”

“Don’t lose him!” Decay called louder to the nurses, “Can…can you stay with him?”

“Of course.”

Relief flooded her to see Pariah move back to her son’s side, unable to help but watch as they weighed him, took measurements before running a few scans along his little body; especially around his neck from where the cord had been caught and it was no surprise to hear the infant kicking up a fuss before Pariah began to dress him and bundle him up.

Her son.

-

With Watcher Julieta’s magical touch along with the surgery, she was healed but Decay kept the thin scar across her lower belly; her belly not flat yet but clearly a lesson and patience on her would get her form back but Decay didn’t care much for that as she held her new son in her arms, skin to skin, and he looked so…content.

The others had been and gone but she had Pariah stay; she needed her variant mother’s help; her support and trust. This was all too new for just her.

How could Abuela handle three babies at once?

Her synthetic fingers traced carefully over the little button nose, watching in captivated on how he slept so sound and out to the world for only a few hours now. He wasn’t complaining as much but… he was…stunning. A beautiful baby.

All hers.

“Have you thought of a name for him?” Pariah whispered, appearing with a tray in her hands. Decay didn’t look up to see as she took a seat next to her on her bed, pressing a water bottle into her palm. Decay idly drank.

“Dante Pedro Rojas Madrigal.” She did consider throwing her father’s name into but… her Abuelo’s name fit more with the baby and her Papi’s last name still made it into his full name, even if it wasn’t their main surname.

“It suits him.” Pariah complimented, “Little Dante.”

Decay nodded with a thick swallow though her breath shook though she had to keep stroking his little back, her heart warming as he wiggled, burying his face into her warm, bare skin of her chest.

“How are you feeling?”

It was a small, softly spoken question but… Decay couldn’t stop the rise of tears that prickled at her eyes or the sniffles. Pariah shifted the tray off to the side befreo her arm wrapped around her. Decay immediately leant into her side, swallowing thickly but soon enough, the sobs escaped.

“It’s okay.” Pariah whispered, “it’s overwhelming but… it’s okay as well. You’re healthy… your baby is healthy… you’ll have your family here to help.”

“N-not everyone.” She cried, “i… I hate that..” She pulled back from Pariah’s shoulder, “I want my Mami… I… I want the others to know that I have a son… but… then again I don’t… they don’t deserve him!” She could only imagine the disappointment of Abuela, the sheer notion of a baby born out of wedlock would bring her shame. The first great grandson of the Madrigals was a bastard-baby. She didn’t want her precious baby to ensure that ridicule.

Pariah’s face softened, “It’s okay to want them…”

“But… I have you… and Hallow… and…and Wanderer… I don’t need them… They weren’t there for me when I needed them. But… i…I keep picturing Mami with him in her arms… I want her to be happy with her… with her first grand baby but.. but—“

Pariah arms pulled her in, her voice muffling against her shoulder but she forced herself to breath, to remember the child in her arms. Perhaps it was the soft rubs along her back… or the fact it was Pariah; her mother’s variant counterpart she loved dearly after all this time. Sometimes, it was hard to imagine this Julieta like her own mother.

But Pariah had started out like any other Julieta; a fantastic cook and healer but above all, a loving mother… choices made by heart, and one which… had been her downfall. A small choice but Decay knew how that changed Pariah; how it set her up to walk the path she was on now. Regardless of the replacements of her body, the trauma she had ensured; Pariah was still a mother.

A mother she needed.

Dante squirmed in her metallic arms, reminding her now that…this little one needed her just as much.

“One day, Decay…” Pariah whispered, “it’s…confusing but for now, you have me. I will be here, Stray too and you know….Wanderer’s got dibs on styling him.”

Decay laughed out softly against her shoulder. “Yeah…” She let out a shaking sigh. “yeah…you’re right.”

There was a long pause before another thought occurred to her.

“She better not have frills on his clothes.”

#decay au #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #pariah julieta #decay isabela #decay dante #dante madrigal #watcher julieta #encanto #encanto au #child birth tw #mirabel madrigal #wanderer mirabel #alma madrigal #decay alma #decay julieta

[chronicparagon]

what major does harmony study in college? did she have idea of what she was as a career path? would she choose something different if given the chance?

In her main verse, Harmony studies nursing. In the US, it would be a Bachelor in nursing (BSN) degree or a registered nurse to BSN degree program. She would do equivalent programs in verses where she is outside the United States.

After that, Harmony would continue to study to be a certified nurse midwife or CNM, which is about a master degree level in nursing. This would allow Harmony to oversee patients throughout their lives, no just for prenatal, births, and postnatal care. She would be able to oversee low-risk births for people who want to do it at home or in an environment with little medical intervention but can deliver high-risk births under the supervision of an obstetrician. It also gives her right to prescribe birth control for patients who request it, and help with menopause care and aging.

Harmony chose to be a CMN or nurse-midwife because birth was a normal thing for her. In the Black Hawk Reservation, it was a rural community far from the cities. After the Indian Health Service (IHS) clinic closed down, the closest hospital for the people was over an hour away. It is difficult to go there during the long winters when the harsh blizzards occur in Montana. Harmony was born at home since her mother was low-risk for complications. When Harmony was a child, she helped her mother and other female relatives when a birth happened in her family. It started as helping deliver water and herbs for adults to heat and deliver to the room where the birth is taking place. As she got older, Harmony would be more involved in helping with the process. This is because births are not only a medical condition but a ceremony. It is welcoming a new life into the world which needs careful preparation.

After the birth, the baby and their mother would go into the car with relatives to drive to the city for medical checkups. If things go wrong, her family has plans to take action to be sure everyone safely get medical attention.

Harmony wants to learn the skills of being a nurse midwife so she can help people have the best prenatal care and safe birth in respect to their culture and the resources available to them. Healthcare is a human right, not a privilege. It should be patient-centered and prioritize the safety and well-being of patients.

She also wants to introduce other forms of medicine like for the mind, heart, and spirit. She and her people respect modern medicine like many Indigenous people do. It's just they want traditional knowledge and ceremony to work with medicine.

Harmony is a healer at heart and wants to help people heal. But there are other choices that she may consider, and there are AUs with these other career choices.

In other verses, Harmony may be a primary care nurse or physician's assistant. Both positions are always needed. I also have verses with Harmony as a police officer. Though, Harmony may have interest in being a park ranger since she has a love for nature and wants to help protect it.

#Anonymous #Anon #answered #thank you!! #child birth tw

[thad-spaulding]

Scariest moment as a father?

"The complication where both Kylee and Norma's lives were in danger during childbirth."

#( answered. ) #child birth tw #medical tw

[mixedemoticns]

woah! was that 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗗/𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗘? walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from 𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗨𝗣𝗢𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘. they’re 𝟯𝟱 and live in 𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦 but watch out because they can be 𝗦𝗘𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 + 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗟 but are actually 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘 + 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of 𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗘, 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 & 𝗙𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗬, 𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗥 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗨𝗣  when imagining them. / 𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙬𝙞𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧

— 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧

Many years ago during a harsh winter in Enchanted Forest King Leopold and Queen Eva welcomed their first born and only child, their daughter Snow White. Her mother taught her everyone are unique in their own way after Snow was not kind to their servant Johanna when they saw her try on the tiara her mother gave her. But her life turns up and down when her mother suddenly collapses during her birthday ball. Fearing she will die, Snow wanted to find a way to save her. Their servant Johanna told her to find the Blue Fairy. And so she did, to wish upon a star, but she did not have to, the Blue Fairy appeared without her saying those words out loud. The Blue Fairy has no means of helping Eva, except a type of dark magic in the form of a candle, which sacrifices one person's life so another can live. Snow rejects the deal as she doesn't wish to use bad means to gain something, but runs back to the palace in tears, admitting to Eva what she couldn't do. Snow's mother tell her it is a sign of strength and godoness after she says she believes it makes her weak. Later on, her mother passes away. King Leopold, Snow's father marries another woman. The woman who becomes the new Queen and the stepmother of Snow, saved her from falling down her horse. It impressed the king after she told him, and he purposed to Regina. However, the young girl found out the truth about Regina, she was with another man, she saw her kiss him. This worried her and she ran off to inform her father. Before she could, Regina stopped her, explained everything. Cora, Regina's mother never accepted the stable boy was the true love. Snow later on tell this to Cora because she doesn't want her daughter to lose the love of her life. She did to make her understand. It did not end well. Years later Regina becomes the Evil Queen. Snow White no longer lived at the castle, had to hide to survive because The Queen wanted revenge on her for taking away her true love. Much happens in her life. Her life changes forever when she meet a man who she starts calling Prince Charming. The two of them keeps finding each other.

— 𝗔 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗠 ; 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗘

One day, they marry each other and welcome their daughter, Emma to the world but the happiness doesn't last long. The Evil Queen cast a curse upon the entire kingdom. It changed everyone's life. They woke up in another realm, a whole new world they did not know existed. The town was named Storybrooke, wasn't supposed to exist, but it did, trapped almost everyone from The Enchanted Forest there. Snow White lived in the new land under another name Mary Margaret Blanchard, no one had memories of their previous life. She had forgotten her true love, but deep down she knew there was something missing. She felt lost in herself, but remained the same kind woman who wanted to protect everyone the best way she could. The key to break the curse is Snow and David's daughter Emma. They had to send her away to the new realm, didn't know what happened to her. When everyone starts to remember, it saddens Snow that they have missed an entire life with their daughter but she is happy to see her again, to get to know and see the woman she has become. They learn as well Emma has a son, Henry that Regina adopted so he had lived in the town the entire time. It is thanks to him and a storybook about their previous life Mary Margaret gave him. Life goes up and down, many things happen. Many years later Snow and David welcomes their second child, a son they name after Emma's previous ex Neal, son of Mr. Gold, known as Rumplestiltskin and as well the father of Henry Mills. It is as an honour of his passing they name their second child Neal.

— 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗡𝗢 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦

In her fake life, Mary Margaret lives a life she did as Mary Margaret in Storybrooke. Working to keep her mind of her own life. She was a teacher. She tried several times to go on dates, but it did not work out well. Tried to find what was wrong with her dates. They were not what she searched for, but she knew she would never find the man she seeks because a man like him doesn't exist in the real world. That's what she convinced herself with.

— 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗦

Pieces off her previous life returns to her. She slowly has started to understand what she is searching for in her life. Remembers why the dates did not go as well as she had hoped. Knew now what she had been searching for the entire time, her true love, Prince Charming known as David Nolan. She knew things had been off, but could not imagine she would feel lost again. She continued to still live the life she had with no memories. Their son Neal has been with her entire time but she hasn't known who his father was up until recently when she started to remember.

#✧ — 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : mary margaret / snow white. #death mention tw #long post tw #child birth tw #✧ — &&. 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 !

[arcanejude]

#try not to say daughter challenge

ELLIE WILLIAMS in “LEFT BEHIND”

#my gremlin child that i gave birth to myself #the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #tlouhboedit #tlou #tlouedit #tloudaily #tlounetwork #ellie williams #bella ramsey #tlou spoilers #tvedit #tw flashing #flashing tw #*my gifs*

[diejager]

Hi i love all your stepdad konig and dbf horangi stories🩷 I wanted to ask if you could do a follow up on the pregnancy story where the reader gives births to twins(boy nd girl) and she ends up moving out to this big penthouse with horangi that he and konig paid for,,,,i dont know if thats too much this is my first time requesting,,again you're really amazing and talented🩷💕

Cw: forced pregnancy, DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, child birth, kidnapping, isolation, threat of taking custody, forced marriage, mention of divorce, tell me if I missed any,

Pregnancy was a stressful thing, weighing on your conscience and body, it was a difficult affair for any mother, but yours especially, with your underlying living condition and situation. You provided your baby - babies, you learned after your first ultrasound, seeing two small embryos curled inside your womb - with nourishment, time and energy, your time wasting away to keep them safe and alive, supporting two lives in your womb rather than one. That put a bigger strain on your health, adding to your stress and terror —a bigger risk to your life and theirs.

You doubted your life could get any harder than it was, the constant touching, the fussing, the looming and the shadowing would eventually get to you, but what you hadn’t expected was for König to hold them against you. You should have, honestly, looking back to their streak of cruelty and selfishness, expected that one of them would hold your sweet babies’s custody over you to have you bend to their will.

Who would side with a young and broken mother when she had a strong and more mature father to nurture the kids, retired and respected by his old coworkers and bosses. They would win this battle over their custody, taking away your little rays of sunshine in your dark times, the ones who held your fingers in their soft and tiny hands when you cried at night and their coos making you smile. They were products of rape, a physical proof of your mistreatment, you knew that, but you loved them so, so much.

Your little girl and little boy were everything you would’ve asked for, quiet and easy to manage, they were good kids, even at six months old. You would take care of them on your own if you could, you knew you could be a good mother if you had the chance, but König and Horangi didn’t give you much time. They would take your angels away if you didn’t agree to marry one of them. It was a cruel act of power and sheer dominance, showing you what they could do to have you submit without actually acting on it.

You lost contact with your mom, your last memory of her was her frantic and tearful ramble, locking all doors and trying to do her best to separate the men from you, trying her best to build a shield between you three. She tried her best to protect you and your babies from them, but they had connection, power and a name for themselves, there was little she or you could do against determined men.

That was the last time you saw her, your contacts with the outside world controlled by your two wardens, anything had to go through them in case of dangers towards you and the twin. You lived in a gilded cage, a pretty penthouse and a cabin in the Austrian Alps, a comfortable bed, and a relaxed lifestyle. It was all any person would give to have - a life you dreamed to live - if you weren’t forcefully married to two men, uprooted from your home and taken away to be locked up at the top of a building.

The light in this dark situation was that the twins would have a comfortable life, living a life of luxury without getting spoiled if you taught them right, if you watched them grow up with a strict but fair way. You wouldn’t want them growing up as selfish and cruel as their fathers, your adorable Yoon-Suh with her blue eyes and black mop of hair, and your excitable Leon with his auburn hair and warm, brown eyes. They were your sole priority.

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[pro-birth]

Sophie asked if they could help her daughter, but the doctors said at this age there was nothing to be done. They said that if she did survive because of medical intervention she ran the risk of being disabled. And though Sophie argued that other babies born at 22 weeks had survived and thrived, the doctor told her not to believe what she read on the internet.

I talk a lot about medical malpractice involving pro-choice doctors mismanaging miscarriages because of their politics about pro-life laws. The other side of the fence? Also pro-choice doctors mismanaging preterm birth and lying to their patients over ableist attitudes.

Baby killing isn’t medicine. It never will be, and the longer you ignore injustice against unborn babies and their mothers, the longer it will take to make real changes for both.

#pro abort hypocrisy #birth justice #ableism #medical malpractice #medical negligence #infant death tw #child death tw

[onlytiktoks]

#tiktok #disabled #quadriplegic #wheelchair user #wheelchair #tw pregnancy #pregnancy #pregnant #child birth #tw medical mention #twins #disabled life #disability #disabilties #spoonie

[casitafallz-a]

Pariah AU | Rana’s ‘official’ birth

Pariah’s heart thudded in her chest as she watched the nurses and her Watcher counterpart fluttered around the tank that held her baby, their chatter of what needed to be done before they could safety remove her, seeing the tank drain little very so often... inside the little one was wiggling and it took Stray’s hand keeping her seated than to go over and reach in; to hold her child to her chest...

“She’ll be okay.” Stray whispered.

“I hope so...” Pariah’s fidgeted, her prosthetic foot’s echoing as she thumped it against the back of her chair; its vibrations resonating up into her leg which felt odd but she wasn’t focused on that as Watcher Julieta seemed to have to go-ahead and began to work on the tank once the fluid lowered enough to tilt the tank over to it’s side very slowly to allow both fluid and baby to rest with the cords and wires out of the way, a seam appearing over the glass before getnly, Watcher Julieta began to apart the two sides and set the half away.

Pariah lent forwards, Stray’s hands tightening more.

“One more moment.” He whispered, his other hand clasping her shoulder. 

Watcher Julieta reach into the little half and soon enough, the new infant was pulled from the fluid, letting out a sharp, displeased sounds before her face was wiped down and settled onto the little bed covered with towels and blankets, the umbilical cord and wires severed.

“Ohh.” Pariah’s heart sung as she watched as her daughter’s was checked over but more so over her chest; her heart before a tag a monitor was picked up, but placing it on took longer as they watched Watcher Julieta struggle to catch her flaying limbs and keep a hold; her little foot kept escaping.

A little fighter.

“Here you go..” Watcher Julieta smiled brightly as she appeared with her little bundle that was still loudly complaining

Pariah’s breath caught, opening her arms immediately as Watcher Julieta place her baby into them. The weight felt so good in her her daughter’s face was now pinked and screwed up but unlike a natural birth, there was less mess on her to clean up and more blood circulating her little body; leaving her a pleasant pink.

“Hey now..” She whispered down, “I would say welcome to the world but you’ve had a very different experience of the world before now.”

Stray snorted softly in her ear, leaning over her shoulder. “She’s beautiful.” 

Pariah rocked softly, her hand opening her shirt a little more to let her feel her warmth. 

Slowly, the baby’s cries snuffled out into confused frowns every so often though Pariah was captivated into staring at the little face; soaking in every detail; noting what was hers...what was her husband’s. Light brown eye that were for sure Agustín's... her hair was much darker too and lots of it. Definitely more Agustín in her face than any of her other daughters. 

Her finger plucked out the tiny one, her throat feeling tight as she gripped her index finger so tight... It made her heart swell with so much with warmth and love, she was crying silently

She lent into Stay’s side, sniffling before she hugged her close, kissing her little damp head.

“Do you have a name for her?” Watcher Mirabel’s voice echoed behind her, almost making her jump but she nodded her daughter’s counterpart in.

Watcher wasn’t alone, both Hallow and Wanderer were behind her, creeping in with a sense of caution and excitement. 

“Best for Pariah to keep a hold of her for now,” Watcher Julieta spoke softly. “ we need to give the little one some medication before I can clear her for others.”

Wanderer pouted, slinking forwards and peeked right over her other shoulder.

“Not as wrinkly as i expected.” She noted. “I got her sock and a little hat.” a little parcel was placed on her prosthetic knee though Stray picked it up as it wobbled and put it off to the side.

“Can i have a minute? alone.” Pariah spoke, sniffling as she kept her focus down, her fingers reaching over, tracing her little face, seeing her expressions shift to the new contact though she pressed her face into her hand as she cupped her cheek.

Stray patted her arm, Wanderer complained but her group cleared off. Pariah watched as the little room was cleared up, things disposed off and Watcher Julieta set up a little space for her baby, and a set of medication and needles were prepped that turned her stomach; but necessity was important. 

Pariah opened her shirt even more, pulling more of the blanket free from her child and settled her in. The baby wiggled and kicked but lay draped into her chest with soft mewls.

There was no doubt the amount she felt...that she could truly remember this. Her other births had been a blur by nature; first feeling of them in her arms... she hoped the next time she’d be holding it’s be a grandchild...not another of her own. 

Not that it mattered any more.

Her heart tugged, rubbing her back softly. A vivid reminder of the ache of guilt and pain resonated with a little bitterness. She should be holding two babies. Her son, not just her daughter... but this little one survived throughout her traumas to make it this far. This baby was a miracle baby. Even with the difficulties now...she’d hold her baby’s hand through it all and she’d do everything she could to protect her.

“Do you have a name for her yet?” Watcher Julieta spoke, coming to settle the tray down but too took a seat, watching with a soft gaze. 

“Verana.”

Watcher Julieta smiled, “Beautiful name.”

“We can call her Rana for short.” Pariah inhaled deeply, “I need something to believe in... hope for. She’s what I have left from my world.”

“Of course.” Watcher Julieta reached over, patting her arm, “I’ll leave you two as well but i will need to get her on her new line of medication for her heart soon”

Pariah nodded, not looking up. “Okay.” That was later’s problem but she’d remain content of the moment; of feeling Rana’s breath on her skin, how her hands gripped at the hem of her blouse and how her face seemed to be searching...

Rana was real...and all hers. 

#pariah julieta #verana madrigal #pariah verana #encanto #encanto au #julieta madrigal #watcher julieta #watcher mirabel #wanderer mirabel #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustín madrigal #agustin madrigal #stray agustín #child birth tw #referenced miscarriage tw

[lvcygraybaird]

shauna + birth

#yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #shauna shipman #shaunashipmanedit #jackieshauna #parallels #2x06 #1x06 #mygifs #mygifsets #myedits #tw pregnancy #tw child death #tw birth

[kybelles]

re: auguste and laurent’s twelve year old age gap… i’m aware the regent slowly poisoning hennike, weakening her body and laurent being hennike’s miracle baby is a popular theory but what if it was actually aleron who was the reason why hennike had a fragile health? most hotd fans will know that viserys targaryen married aemma arryn when she was 11 (may he rot in hell btw) and the trauma of constant pregancies from such a young age was so great she only had one surviving child and died in childbirth.

so my theory is, what if aleron also married hennike when she was still pretty young and she instantly had auguste? and the trauma his birth caused her body was so great that she was only able to get pregnant again twelve years later? and after laurent’s birth she kept getting worse over the years?

#captive prince #hennike of kempt #tw child marriage #tw birth #so yea i’ve been thinking thoughts :( i really wonder what her relationship with laurent was like

[mintmatcha]

izuku, who's seen blood his whole professional career, passes out when you give birth and needs the nurses to baby him

#child tw #birth tw

[minty-mumbles]

And the Universe Said I Love You (Ch. 2)

Summary: Late one summer night, a half fae child being hunted for their magical blood stumbled into the temple of the gods and claimed sanctuary. Years later, Hyrule is still living in the temple, working to keep it tidy and operating smoothly. And for some reason, the gods have taken a keen interest in them.

AN: Thank you to @breannasfluff for being a huge help with this chapter! I also have a list of the gods/ their domains at the end of this fic

TW: Child sacrifice is discussed in this chapter

(Read on AO3)

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The temple always got eerily dark at night. After the worshippers had left and the sun went down, Hyrule would snuff out all the lanterns that hung along the walls. The only remaining light came from where the moon shone through the windows and the two torches outside Wild’s shrine room that burned with strange teal flames. Hyrule knew better than to try and snuff out the holy flames of the wild god. It wouldn’t work, and would only serve to irritate Wild. 

Back at the beginning of Hyrule’s stay in the temple, they’d been afraid to wander at night. That was before they’d been given a permanent position as the temple's tender, and they were simply a child looking for sanctuary. The temple at night had seemed dark and cold back then. It had been too strange, too foreign to see the halls silent and empty. 

During the nights, Hyrule would do their best to hide away in the windowless storeroom they’d claimed as their sleeping chamber. With no moonlight to illuminate the room, it had still been dark, but at least it hadn’t been the cavernous hallways that felt like they would swallow Hyrule whole.

Even after the gods had given Hyrule their job, they’d tried their best not to wander after the sun went down. They’d snuff out the lights as quickly as they could and scurry back to their room, which by then had been filled with a simple bed and chest to store their clothing.

Now, after two years of living and working in the temple, that uncomfortable feeling Hyrule got at night had long since faded. The darkness of the temple at night was comfortable, and the silence gave them time to reflect on the day. The nights were peaceful and serene, now, no longer haunted by bad memories. 

Even the cold flickering light of the Wild’s holy fire served to remind Hyrule that even if Wild- who Hyrule now considered a friend- preferred to remain out of the city, he was a constant presence in the temple just as the other gods were. 

When Hyrule couldn't sleep, they often took to wandering the halls. That was what they were doing tonight. It had been a slow day at the temple. Nothing exciting had happened and Hyrule hadn’t needed to do much physical work, so they weren’t tired yet. 

The wind was strong tonight, blowing in through the windows. It came from the north, and if Hyrule concentrated enough, they swore they could smell the scent of the Lost Woods carried on the breeze. They breathed in deeply, letting the familiar smell soothe away their worries.

‘Hyrule.’ The sound of someone’s voice startled them. Barring a few special rituals dedicated to Twilight, people didn’t come to the temple in the middle of the night. As it wasn’t the full moon or new moon tonight, they hadn’t expected anyone to be here. 

They whirled around, half expecting to see someone who had come to ask for sanctuary, just as they themself had. But no. It wasn’t even a Hylian- or any other kind of mortal. 

The figure that towered in front of them was monstrous in a beautiful kind of way. It would’ve been difficult to see them in the dim light, if not for the faint white glow that the figure emitted. 

Distantly, Hyrule noticed the blue flames of Wild’s torches spluttering and going out as the night wind picked up speed, blowing clouds over the moon. In response to the newfound darkness, the creature began to glow brighter, its shine lighting up the whole hallway.

The figure was tall, towering so far above Hyrule that its head nearly brushed the ceiling. It had two pairs of arms, each held neatly in front of the creature, folded as if in prayer. From the knees down, its legs gradually faded from tanned skin to white feathers, and instead of feet, the legs ended in the golden talons of a bird of prey. 

A large red bird of a species Hyrule didn’t recognize was perched atop the figure's head. Its wings were stretched forward, covering the majority of the figure’s face from Hyrule’s view. 

The bird tilted its head, eyes locked onto Hyrule as if it were inspecting them. They wondered, briefly, if the figure was seeing through the bird’s eyes instead of whatever was hidden beneath the bird's wings

The figure was clothed in draped pastel robes that were cinched at the waist with a belt of gold studded with opals. Around the figure’s knees, the fabric of the robes faded into swirling clouds, filling the hallway with a sweet-smelling mist. The belt wasn't the only piece of jewelry that adorned the figure. It was practically dripping in gold, with a thick gold band around its throat, and its ears adorned with delicate chains. Clutched in the bottom pair of its hands, a necklace with the symbol of the triforce swung slowly in the breeze.

Hyrule should have been frightened by such a creature appearing suddenly behind them, but they knew who this was. They’d never seen him appear in such a form, but they’d heard of it and seen drawings in books held in the ancient library that filled most of the second floor of the temple. 

This was Sky, appearing in a form usually reserved for when he showed himself at royal ceremonies or when he decided to bless someone personally. None of the gods had ever appeared before Hyrule like this, in a form that was so obviously Hylian yet not at the same time. Sometimes things seemed off about the forms they took, like Twilight’s eyes, which remained the eyes of a wolf no matter what shape he took. (And sometimes Twilight appeared as an animal, But an animal was much different than this)

Sky’s presence was oppressive and although Hyrule wasn’t afraid, they couldn’t help but take a stumbling step backwards.

Sky’s lips turned downward for a moment. Hyrule couldn’t figure out what the god was thinking without being able to see his eyes. The thought that they might’ve displeased Sky enough for him to appear like this before them sent a bolt of terror through their heart. 

‘Be Not Afraid.’ Sky’s mouth did not move as he spoke, but his voice rang through Hyrule's head like a bell.

“I’m not afraid.” Hyrule managed to speak without stuttering even as they lied. They knew that anyone else would have fallen to their knees in reverence by now. Their familiarity with the god was the only thing keeping them on their feet. 

Sky did not answer, but he continued to frown down at Hyrule. After a moment, Hyrule felt compelled to speak to fill the silence. 

“I just didn’t expect you- you're very large, that’s all.” Hyrule cringed. Why did they say that? Gods, they were an idiot. They didn’t even know why Sky was here, but they were already saying things that the god could very easily take offense to. 

At least they managed to stop themself from mentioning how unnatural it looked for something shaped like a Hylian to possess two pairs of arms and bird-like talons instead of feet, and that it also didn’t help that Hyrule couldn’t see their eyes which prevented them from gaining a better understanding of what the god was thinking. Saying that probably would not have gone over well, no matter how much Hyrule was in Sky’s good graces.

Sky tilted his head slowly as if considering something, and Hyrule waited with bated breath for him to make his next move. Their heart pounded as they gazed up at the gigantic figure, and their body remained tense as if they had any hope of outrunning the god.

Suddenly, a strong wind howled through the temple. It was fierce enough that Hyrule instinctively brought their arms up to cover their face, stumbling back another few steps. When the wind had died down, and they gained the courage to peek out from behind their arms, they saw that the towering figure of the god was gone, replaced by a much more reasonably sized person.

Sky was still tall, nearly seven feet, but he could no longer pick Hyrule up in one hand if he so desired. It did help Hyrule relax a little. The bird had shrunk too, and as Hyrule watched it seemed to come to life, withdrawing its wings from where they were stretched in front of Sky’s eyes and ruffling its feathers. 

The bird’s movement revealed Sky’s eyes. They were a piercing blue, the exact same shade as the morning sky on a clear summer’s day. His eyes held such fondness as he looked at Hyrule that the breath stuttered in their chest. 

Knowing that Sky wasn’t angry at them made the last bit of tension bleed out of Hyrule’s shoulders, but the affection shown just made them blush in embarrassment. Despite their embarrassment, they didn't dare turn their eyes away from the god.

In a burst of movement that drew Hyrule’s attention away from studying Sky’s face, the bird atop the god’s head took flight. As it flew, it seemed to shift, changing midair. Its size diminished so rapidly that for a moment Hyrule thought it was going to disappear completely, but by the time the bird landed on Sky’s shoulder, it had stopped shrinking. Its form was more familiar now. It looked like a little songbird, although Hyrule was still unable to identify its species. 

They realized that it must be Crimson, Sky’s.... pet? Hyrule had never asked what Crimson was exactly, but they knew that the bird was very precious to Sky. 

Sky reached up a hand to his shoulder, letting Crimson hop onto his fingers. He absently pet the top of the bird's head, all while continuing to stare at Hyrule. His gaze was no less affectionate than it was before, but now there was an undercurrent of contemplation. 

‘Hyrule, do you know how gods are made?’

The question that rang through their mind caught Hyrule completely off guard. That was one of the last things they would expect a god to ask them, let alone Sky after he showed up in such an imposing form. 

“No more than most mortals do. I-” Hyrule cut themself off, not knowing if Sky would want to hear the specifics. Sky tilted his head curiously, an action that made him look remarkably bird-like, and Hyrule felt compelled to continue. 

“You made most of them? Except for Wild and Wind. They used to be mortals, and you turned them into gods.” Hyrule hesitated to say anything more, as that was all the information they had on the subject. How gods were made was knowledge that had been kept away from the minds of mortals, and Hyrule had, for once, not been an exception in this. 

‘Do you know how I made Wind and Wild into Gods?’

Hyrule shakes his head slowly. Where was Sky going with this series of questions? Why was he here in the first place? Although Hyrule had told Sky they weren’t afraid, and Sky shrinking to a more reasonable size had elevated his more primal fears, Hyrule was still uneasy. What had prompted the god to appear to them in such a form?

 ‘The world is full of magic, Hyrule. Gods depend on that magic to survive. It is what makes us what we are. Sometimes, magic starts to build up in the world and when this happens I can, if I choose, create a godling. Something that is not a god yet, but has the potential to be.”

Hyrule knew their mouth was hanging open, but they couldn't help it. Why on earth was Sky telling them this?

A frown came over Sky’s face. Crimson chirped, nudging at Sky’s fingers, and attempting to comfort its master. ‘Godlings… they do not always survive long enough to become full-fledged gods.’ 

Hyrule sucked in a deep breath, surprised. They’d had no idea that gods could die. This was something deeply personal, more invasive than anything the gods had ever told them before. They reached out hesitantly, wanting to comfort the god, but thinking better of it at the last second and withdrawing their hand. “Sky, I’m so sorry. I never knew…”

Sky sent him a sad smile. ‘You have nothing to be sorry for. It is the way of things. One of these godlings was named Spirit. I intended for him to watch over the dead. He did not live long enough to even make his first physical form.’ 

For the first time since he had revealed his eyes, Sky broke eye contact with Hyule. He looked away, and Hyrule was horrified to see that tears were gathering in the god’s eyes. 

The entire hallway grew darker as the glow Sky emitted dimmed. Even the light from the moon outside seemed to weaken, as if Twilight had been listening to what Sky was saying and was also reliving the anguish of losing a sibling. 

Crimson screeched, flying off Sky’s fingers and disappearing out a window as the atmosphere grew more oppressive by the second. 

In a split-second decision, Hyrule moved forward, throwing his arms around Sky’s waist. They doubted they could offer much comfort to a god, but they couldn’t let someone who they thought of as a friend stand there crying from grief and not do anything.

Sky made a startled noise- still in that strange echo in Hyrule’s head that wasn’t truly speaking- before relaxing into the hug, and returning it. It was a bit awkward with Sky being two feet taller than Hyrule and having an extra set of arms, but Sky didn’t pull away so Hyrule didn’t either.

After a while, Sky’s glow returned to normal, and he drew back, so Hyrule followed his lead.  

‘You’re so sweet, Hyrule.’ Hyrule blushed.

Sky sighed, deciding to continue his story. “Spirit didn't have time to absorb much of the magic I had gathered for him. Soon after that was when we met Wind. He was such a sweet boy, so lively and mischievous. At first, he simply reminded us of Spirit, but as he grew, he quickly became his own person in our eyes, and the thought of losing yet another person we cared for so soon- We just couldn’t stand it. What happened to him is Wind’s tale to tell, but suffice to say we found out that gathered magic can also be fed to mortals to make them into godlings.”

It was strange to hear someone talk about magic as if it were a physical, tangible thing that could be eaten but Hyrule supposed, to a god, magic would be very different. “So after you figured that out, you met Wild, grew fond of him, and…” They tilted their head. 

Sky smiled. ‘And I made him a godling too, yes. I’m sure you already know most of the story of how he died. Wild is more open to speaking about it than Wind. I think mortals know the tale?’ 

Hyrule nodded, but they were growing more and more curious. “Why are you telling me this?” 

Sky didn’t respond, but continued to look down at them with soft eyes. Hyrule realized rather abruptly that during the course of their conversation, Sky’s eyes had shifted from a soft summer’s-day blue to a lovely pastel purple. 

The god sighed again, but this time, it was less heavy and more affectionate. Leaning down, Sky gently cupped Hyrule's cheek and smiled at them. His touch was gentle and warm, but his skin was rough with callouses covering his fingers. Hyrule couldn’t help but lean into the touch just slightly. 

Between one moment and the next, just as quickly as he had appeared, Sky was gone. In an instant, there was no trace of him anywhere. The moon was just as bright as it should be outside, and Wild’s torches were lit again as if they had never gone out.

The temple was silent once again. The only sound was the distant yells of people in town who had taken more than their share of ale. 

Later that night, Hyrule lay in their bed, ears pinned back in a show of discomfort as a headache pounded against their skull. Apparently, listening to the voice of a god echo inside your head for an extended period of time could be bad for you. Who knew?  

It didn’t escape Hyrule that Sky had never answered them when they’d asked why he’d told Hyrule all that he had. It didn’t make any sense. Why would Sky feel the need to offer up that information voluntarily? It wasn’t like Hyrule had asked him. Sky had just appeared in the middle of the night and told Hyrule of his own free will.

It didn’t make any sense. Why would Sky tell them about how mortals could become gods? That seemed like something that would be a carefully kept secret.

Hyrule’s swirling thoughts mixed with the throbbing pain in their skull until there weren’t any coherent thoughts left. They hovered on the brink of sleep, unable to rest while their brain still sent shockwaves of pain through their head. 

It could have been their imagination, but suddenly they feel a hand brushing their hair aside. 

A gentle palm feeling their forehead. 

A soft voice, and instant relief as the pain subsided all at once.

As they slipped out of consciousness, they could have sworn they heard a familiar voice softly singing a strange melody. 

The strange conversation with Sky didn’t leave their head for weeks. They don’t see Sky again for a while, and the absence of the god is more noticeable than Hyrule thought it would be. They missed seeing him around. When had Hyrule gotten so attached, they wondered?  

The other gods continued to visit, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but every so often Hyrule caught one of them shooting them a strange look when they thought Hyrule wasn't watching.

~~~

Not all weather could be attributed to the actions of a god. Most of it was simply due to nature acting the way it had been designed to act by the gods when they’d first created the rain and snow and sun. 

But even Hyrule was starting to suspect that this wasn’t a natural storm. The rain had been lashing fiercely against the sides of the temple since morning, and not a single person had been brave enough to venture out into the weather to come pray.

Never in their time living in Castle Town had Hyrule seen it rain so hard. Thunder seemed to echo through the temple every thirty seconds, and the downpour was unrelenting. Hyrule could hear it pounding on the roof of the temple from inside his small room.

Hyrule sat on their bed, a blanket spread over their lap, and a book laid open over that. Lit candles were scattered around their room, giving them enough light to read by. The book they were inspecting was one that was usually kept in the temple's library, but Hyrule hadn’t felt bad about squirreling it away to his room today. It wasn’t like there was anyone else there who would need it.

When Hyrule first came to the temple, they didn't know how to read. Their mother hadn’t seen any value in teaching them and hadn’t known Hylian letters anyways. Legend had been personally offended when he’d discovered this and had made it his mission to teach Hyrule how to read. After two years, Hyrule had advanced greatly. They were able to read most things without help now. 

The book spread across their lap was a collection of ancient fairy tales. It wasn’t the most engaging thing Hyrule had ever read. It had been written for a child to read and was simple in its word choice, but it was something to take their mind off the howling winds outside, so Hyrule couldn’t complain. 

They twitched as a crack of thunder echoed through the temple. Their eyes didn’t leave the page but they were no longer paying any attention to the words. That was the loudest thunder they’d heard from the storm so far. Hyrule wondered briefly if lightning had struck the temple itself. 

That would be a very bad omen.

Hyrule wondered which god was angry. Realistically, it could only be a few of them, only those who had domain over the sky and storms. Sky, perhaps, or Wind, maybe even Wild.

Right as Hyrule bought their attention back to the book on their lap, they became aware of a quiet dripping sound. Was there a leak in the roof? Hyrule frowned, twisting around to find the source of the noise.

What they saw startled them so badly that they let out a small yelp and slammed their book closed. 

A soulful-looking child stood behind them. He looked so bedraggled that Hyrule almost didn’t recognize him as Wind. 

He wasn't wearing the blue tunic he usually favored, instead dressed in the typical garb one would find in some of the poorer villages along the coast. The god was barefoot, not even wearing sandals. His golden hair was slicked down and turned a duller color from the water that plastered it to his head.  

Water dripped from Wind’s clothes and air, creating a pool at his feet which grew too quickly for the amount that was dripping off of him. His head was tilted down, and Hyrule couldn’t make out his face, but his skin had an unhealthy blue tinge to it. He looked like a drowned ghost, coming back to haunt the living.

Hyrule suppressed a shudder. Now they knew which god was causing the storm.

They waited patiently for Wind to speak, but minutes dragged by and Wind didn’t move his eyes up from the ground to look at them. 

After a while, Hyrule hesitantly set their book and blanket aside, slowly scooching their way off the bed. They planned to approach the god slowly, just in case, but the first step they took towards the god made Wind’s head snap up to face him.

Wind’s lips had a purple tinge to them, and his eyes were sunken in. Tears dripped continuously from his eyes, faster than any Hylian should be able to produce tears. 

Hyrule shivered. “Wind, I can't help you if I don't know what’s wrong.”

Wind stared at them soulfully for a moment, and Hyrule started to think he wasn’t going to say anything before the god spoke. “You can’t help. Not unless you're able to beat some sense into every single mortal who thinks that they know the will of the gods.” Wind's voice was quiet, but filled with boiling anger. 

His voice grew louder as he continued. “What gives them the right? What makes them think they know what I want!” The god gave a short, wordless yell, his hand flying up to tug on his hair. 

Instinctively, Hyrule reached out, gently trying to remove Wind’s hands from where they were tangled in his wet tresses. Tugging on his hair like that can’t feel pleasant, god or no. Wind allowed Hyrule to take his hands into theirs, but he didn’t look calmed in the slightest. Wind seemed to be working himself up into a true temper, and it made a sliver of fear appear in the back of Hyrule’s mind. 

They knew by now that Wind would never hurt them on purpose, but a god’s anger could be destructive. 

“When has that ever been okay? Why did no one stop her? Why, why, WHY?” Wind was screaming by the last word, and a chorus of thunder echoed from outside to accompany his cries. His anger had morphed into hurt.

Hyrule didn’t know what had happened, or who “she” was, but they could see it was time to do some damage control before Wind summoned a storm inside Hyrule’s bedroom and accidentally fried them with a lightning bolt.

With a sharp tug on Wind’s hands, Hyrule drew the young god into a hug starting a mantra of soft reassurances and soothing words. Wind, who wasn’t paying attention to Hyrule by this point, was taken off guard. He fell into the hug with a wheeze, his next yell stolen from him.

It took a while for Wind to calm, for water to stop pouring from his eyes, and for color to start to return to his skin, washing away the unhealthy pallor he’d had before. As Wind’s cries grew quieter so too did the storm outside, being reduced to a steady but much less forceful patter of rain on the Temple’s roof. Hyrule managed to draw Wind over to his bed and sat the both of them down, not minding how wet the god would make their blankets. 

When Wind has been reduced to quietly sniffling at irregular intervals, Hyrule finally felt like they could ask what happened. What could cause a god to become so upset? And why would he come to Hyrule for comfort instead of any of the other gods? It baffled them.

Hyrule asked, but Wind simply shook his head into Hyrule’s chest, obviously not wanting to speak about it. But by then, Hyrule's curiosity has been thoroughly roused, along with their concern and no small amount of protectiveness over the child clinging to them. 

Wind was a god. He could protect himself, and he certainly didn’t need protection from Hyrule. Knowing that didn’t soothe Hyrule’s anxieties. “Come on, you don’t have to say much, just let me know what’s going on, okay?”

Wind eventually pulled back from the embrace, wiping away the last of his tears. He looked much better than before, no longer looking like a dead body at least. He looked more like a sick child who fell in a puddle

Wind looked up at Hyrule with fresh tears welling in his eyes. “One of the fishing villages along the coast was going through a rough spot- the fishing was just getting worse and worse. People were going hungry. There was a woman, who had just given birth to a baby girl. The woman wasn’t… well. Something went wrong with her birth, and she nearly died. Wanted nothing to do with her daughter after that.”

Hyrule nodded along with the story but was no closer to understanding what had caused Wind to become so upset. It was a sad tale, yes, but it happened sometimes- mothers falling into agony, trapped in their own minds after they give birth. There must be more to the story than that if it made Wind so upset.

And indeed, Wind carried on. “When the famine started, she got it into her mind that we had sent her child to her as a test of some sort. She became convinced the only way to end the starvation was to kill the child. She waded out into the water and held her baby under until she stopped moving. She just- didn’t stop. And she kept praying to me the who- whole t- time.” 

Wind’s voice started hitching like he was about to cry again. “Everyone sa- aw her. There was a whole crowd there. No one stopped her. Why did no one stop her?” 

Despite the waver in Wind’s voice and his hitching breath, he didn’t start crying again. Instead, he simply leaned forward, burying his head in Hyrule’s chest and returning to their positions from earlier. He sounded so defeated.

“Oh,” was all Hyrule could force out. That was worse than he was expecting. They shuddered, suppressing the urge to make noise in reaction to that, but they were sure Wind could feel their shiver. 

When times got hard, people got desperate. If they got desperate enough, they would be willing to try anything to gain the gods’ favor, even Hylian sacrifice. It was illegal, of course, and doubly so if the victim was unwilling, but people still did it occasionally

But child sacrifice? That was beyond cruel, and even people who weren’t as well acquainted with the gods as Hyrule was would know they wouldn’t approve of that. Mentally, Hyrule offered up a prayer that the child’s soul would find peace.

“She will. I made sure of it.” Wind spoke, startling Hyrule when it seemed he had replied to their thoughts. Then they realized that was exactly what they’d done. Hyrule hadn’t directed the prayer to Wind specifically but the spirits of the dead, afterlife, and reincarnation was Wind’s purview. Of course he’d heard Hyrule’s prayer. 

“And the mother?” Hyrule inquired hesitantly. They couldn’t imagine that Wind had granted the woman’s prayer for more food, not after she had killed her child in Wind’s name. Especially not when he seemed so distressed by it.

“They killed her.” Wind spoke softly, and monotone, all emotions leaching out of his voice. 

Hyrule tightened their grip on Wind. They weren't surprised she was dead. Not really. The courts would never be kind to someone who killed their child, especially when it was indisputable that they had done it. Hylian justice was strict in that regard. 

“I didn’t save her.” Still, his voice was flat, unusual for the overly expressive god.

Hyrule was left floundering at that. “Ah, did you want to save her?” The woman had offered Wind a sacrifice, after all. Had Hyrule misunderstood why Wind was so upset? Maybe he had accepted the sacrifice, and he was upset the woman had been punished so severely.

The thought of Wind accepting Hylian sacrifices made Hyrule’s blood chill, and for a split second, Hyrule felt more fear than he ever had around Wind. They were also insignificant to the gods. Half fae they may be, but they were still mortal.

Wind shook his head into Hyrule’s chest. Relief flooded Hyrule, and they barely managed to keep their voice from shaking as they asked, “Then why are you upset?”

“Because I didn’t want to save her. I thought she deserved to die.” Wind looked up at Hyrule with wide mournful eyes. “Did she?” 

 It was as if he was waiting for Hyrule to cast judgment- as if Hyrule was in any position to judge a god for their actions, let alone their thoughts. When Hyrule didn’t speak one way or the other, Wind continued. “I should have stopped them, but I didn’t.” 

Wind sounded so defeated. “Why is murder the answer to murder? Why do Hylians take others' lives? We gave Hylians free will. We try not to interfere. But sometimes it just goes so badly… And to do things like that in our names, as if we told them to...” Wind trails off, seemingly at a loss for words. 

Hyrule could have said something about Hylian law listing death as a suitable punishment for the murder of a child, that by the judgment of a Hylian court, what had happened to the mother had been lawful. 

They didn’t, though. They were sure Wind was already well aware of that and didn’t need a reminder. 

Wind seemed to go slack in Hyrule’s arms, allowing them to support him. It was as if he was waiting for them to cast judgment- as if Hyrule was in any position to judge a god for their actions. When Hyrule didn’t speak one way or the other, Wind looked up at them. “She could have gotten help. She might have gotten better.” 

Hyrule wondered again why Wind had come to them for this. Why hadn’t he gone to one of the older gods? They would no doubt be better equipped to deal with this. But Wind hadn’t. He’d gone to Hyrule, so they would just have to help the best they could. “Maybe, but you can’t control what other people do.” Wind probably could but that wasn’t the point.

Neither of them spoke anymore after that, simply sitting on Hyrule’s bed in silence. Wind’s hiccups slowly pestered out until his breathing was even, and after a while, Hyrule realized he was asleep. It was strange- sleep seemed like the last thing a god would require but here they were, cradling a teenage god who was dead to the world. 

On the upside, Wind no longer looked like a sickly child who had fallen into a puddle. He looked more or less like himself again, even if he was rather damp. Paying no mind to the moisture soaking into their blankets, Hyrule laid Wind down so he would be more comfortable. Tucking him in, Hyrule hesitated, realizing this meant they would have nowhere to sleep. 

They considered it. Their bed would be big enough for both of them, yes, but it might be more cozy that was strictly comfortable. Shaking their head, Hyrule climbed into bed next to Wind. The boy had already cried in their embrace for at least an hour. Hyrule doubted he would mind them sleeping in the same bed.

Hyrule soon followed Wind into unconsciousness. When they woke in the morning Wind was already gone, but to Hyrule’s relief, when they stepped out of the temple, they found the morning had dawned bright and sunny. 

~~~

Hyrule had only stepped outside for a few moments to go to the market to get something to eat for lunch. They returned with a meat pie wrapped in wax paper and a few apples tucked into their basket. There was a pep in their step as they looked forward to finding a quiet place to take a break and eat lunch. 

Maybe they could head up to the roof? They thought about it as they entered the building, quickly bypassing all the shrine rooms as they headed towards the staircase in the back of the building. The roof of the temple was accessible by a small staircase tucked away in the back of the library on the second floor, but Hyrule was convinced that most people didn’t even know you could access the roof. They’d never seen anyone but themself and the gods up there

Hyrule spent a lot of time on the roof. It was a nice private place to take in some fresh air and get some sun, but they also spent time tending to the rooftop garden.

About a year and a half ago, when it had become obvious that Hyrule would be staying in the temple permanently, a large section of the rooftop had been transformed into a garden for them to tend to and harvest from.

Twilight had been the one to give Hyrule the garden, although Hyrule suspected that Time was also involved in the making of it. The god had woken them one early morning, demanding they accompany him to the rooftop. Hyrule, who at the time was much more cautious around the gods than they were now, had agreed hesitantly. 

They had worried slightly that Twilight was going to push them off the roof but followed him obediently up the staircase anyways. When they’d reached the top of the stairs, Hyrule was shocked to discover that the rooftop had been transformed overnight. There were now several large planting beds in the middle of the roof, each already filled with rich black soil. Twilight had handed them a shovel and a handful of seeds- both of which had appeared out of thin air- and instructed them to get to work. 

Twilight had handed them handful after handful of seeds and sprouts, all the while talking their ear off about proper growing techniques. It had slowly dawned on Hyrule that Twilight was expecting them to tend to this garden and harvest it when the time came. 

When they’d asked what the food was for, Twilight had looked at them like they’d grown a second head, and said “It’s for you, of course. Ya don’t think we expect you to live just off the salary we give ya, do ya?” At that, Twilight knelt down in the dirt next to Hyrule and helped them finish planting. 

So taking care of the garden had become part of their daily chores. The garden wasn’t large, nothing that would take Hyrule’s whole day to tend to, but it was nice to have something else to do besides clean.

Between the garden- which Hyrule suspected was producing more food than the amount of space allowed, but what did they know? They weren’t a farmer- and with the occasional rabbit or pheasant that Twilight or Wild would give him, Hyrule was less reliant on the markets for his food. 

After Wild had seen the garden for the first time, he’d perked up like an excited puppy. The next thing Hyrule knew, the roof also had a hearth, cooking pots, and a stack of firewood that never seemed to grow any smaller. Retroactively, Hyrule was grateful Wild had the foresight to give them a place to cook. The temple wasn’t designed to be lived in permanently and therefore lacked even a basic kitchen. 

(More often than not, Wild would take pity on them and cook for them. He said they were dismal at cooking, and Hyrule didn’t know enough about cooking to disagree.)

But some days, like today, Hyrule preferred to get out of the Temple and find something to eat in the marketplace. It's not like they lacked the money to do so. Twilight had said that he didn’t expect Hyrule to live off the money that the gods gave them, but in truth, Hyrule could easily do so. Some months he wasn’t even able to spend it all before he was given more.

Just as Hyrule reached the bottom of the stairs that led up to the second floor, their thoughts were abruptly cut off as a scream sounded from behind them. Someone was wailing in terror inside one of the shrine rooms. Hyrule turned on their heel and sprinted back in that direction.

A group of worshippers had already clustered around the door to Time’s shrine, so it was easy to locate where the scream had come from. People parted like water around a rock as Hyrule approached, recognizing him as the temple’s keeper and letting him through. Those who didn’t were grabbed by the people who stood next to them and hauled out of the way. Hyrule didn't spend any time reflecting on the authority they now held when it came to the temple and the gods, but it was definitely a weird feeling. 

Besides, it was probably less that the crowd respected them, and more likely that no one else wanted to be the first to enter the room. Firstly because whatever was that had caused the room’s inhabitant to scream like that couldn’t be good, and secondly because it was rude to enter a shrine while someone else was praying. Hyrule was mostly exempt from the second point, meaning it would be better to let them deal with the danger, whatever it was.

Before Hyrule could even reach the door, it burst open. A young man dressed in typical farmer’s garb came barreling out of the room in a flat sprint. The man was down the hall and out the door before any of the onlookers, including Hyrule, could get a word out.

The crowd around them murmured uneasily, but the sight eased Hyrule‘s worries a little. They’d been afraid that they might walk into the shrine to find a dead body. Thankfully, it seemed like that wouldn’t happen now.

The man had left the door to the shrine- a solid oak door carved with harvest motifs- open, not bothering to close it in his haste. It swung back and forth gently with the force the man had slammed it open with. Hyrule caught the door with a hand, steadying it. Steeling their nerves for whatever they would find inside, Hyrule entered the room. 

The first thing to hit them was the smell of the room, as it always did when they entered Time’s shrine room. It smelled like freshly grown grass, and deep dark forests, and if they concentrated it even smelled a bit like their mother’s fairy fountain. In short, it smelled like home and it always made some of the tension in their shoulders seep away 

The second thing they noticed was the towering figure standing in the middle of the room. For a second, Hyrule was reminded of the time, months ago, when Sky had appeared before Hyrule in a gigantic inhuman form. At least in this case, the figure had the correct number of limbs and was a more reasonable height. 

It was obviously Time- there was no one else it could be. Even if this form was different from what he usually took, it still looked remarkably like him. He wore silver armor, and a great double helix sword was strapped to his back. His hair was pure white, as were his eyes. The marks on his face remained, but they seemed brighter than usual, the only streak of color on the man’s body.

Both of his eyes were open, which was usual. Time preferred forms that had a large scar over one of his eyes. Hyrule had never heard the tale of how he’d gotten the scar, but it must have been a fight to boast of, if the god willingly kept the scar in all his forms.  

Hyrule could see why such a sight would frighten someone who was not accustomed to seeing the gods, even if this appearance was very similar to a Hylian’s. The god’s pupil-less eyes seemed to bore into your very soul as he looked at you.

“Lord of the Seasons,” Hyrule greeted, using one of the god’s many formal titles. They bowed low and didn’t rise from the bow or dare look up at the god before they were told to. Their basket tumbled out of their hands as they did so, but they let it

For perhaps the hundredth time since Hyrule had come to the temple, Hyrule thanked their mother for teaching them proper manners. Fae were notorious for their politeness, and their mother wasn’t going to send Hyrule off into the world without teaching them manners, whether they were only half fae or not. 

That meant that they had fit in quite well at the temple, back when they still maintained proper decorum with all the gods. Most others, unless they were nobility and had been raised in such environments, wouldn’t have known proper behavior.

Of course, those manners weren’t really needed anymore, but they still served Hyrule well in situations like these. They may have gained respect from the people of Castle Town by being the caretaker of the temple and they may be regarded as an authority on the will of the gods, but even then they couldn’t go around acting so casually toward them in public. 

Time’s voice responded to his greeting, albeit deeper than it normally was. ”Rise, supplicant,” He ordered.

Thankfully, it seemed Time also recognized the need to keep a formal distance between them. Hyrule pushed down a feeling of hurt that Time would call them a supplicant, as if they had been reduced to simply a worshiper at his shrine. There was no need to take it personally. Time was playing a part, just as Hyrule was. 

Hyrule rose, meeting Time’s eyes. (At least they were pretty sure they were meeting Time’s eyes. With no pupils, it was impossible to tell where the god was looking.)

With a wave of Time’s hand, the door to the room slammed shut in the faces of all the onlookers. It might have been Hyrule’s imagination, but they could have sworn that Time’s shoulders relaxed when they no longer had an audience. 

Hyrule knew Time hadn’t come here for them. If Time had wanted to speak to Hyrule, he could have appeared before them directly. Which meant that the god couldn’t be angry at them for some slight Hyrule hadn't realized they had committed. 

That and the fact Hyrule had gotten over being fearful of the strange forms they took. After being espoused to it for so long, the novelty of it had worn off. It took something very shocking- like Sky’s gigantic form- to startle them. 

Lacking any fear, Hyrule said, “Didn’t expect to see you here.” It was a casual greeting, one that you might give to a friend you met in the market. It seemed absurd to give such a greeting to a god, but a lot of things in Hyrule’s life were absurd and they had learned to live with it. 

 “He wanted advice.” Time spoke. Time’s face remained impassive and completely still. Hyrule yet to see any movement on the god’s face. It was as if the god were wearing a mask carved of wood. Time had an excellent poker face and rarely let emotions show, but he was usually a bit more expressive than this.

Hyrule blinked in confusion. “Who- oh, the young man who was in here before me?”

Time sighed, voice slightly irritated. “Yes.”

Hyrule knew that many people sought out the gods to ask for advice on a whole range of topics. Still, it was very rare for any of the gods to answer in person, let alone Time. Out of all the gods, he was the most seclusive, preferring to keep to himself and do his work from a distance. 

“What did he want advice about?” Hyrule said, wondering what would have drawn Time to visit.

Time lifted a hand to rub over his face, sounding exhausted when he spoke. “He wanted love advice. He said that since I was the only one of the gods who was married, I might have some wisdom for him.”

That certainly wasn't what Hyrule had been expecting. It was true- Time was the only married god, as far as Hyrule knew- but he wasn’t known as a god of love or anything like that. If you wanted advice on the softer aspects of things, you were better off praying to Sky, or perhaps even Four or Warriors.

Time nodded, perhaps seeing confusion on Hyrule’s face. “It’s unusual that I get a supplicant asking for romantic advice. I wanted to answer him in person, but it seems he was too much of a coward for that.” Time’s face remained as impassive as ever, but Hyrule heard scorn in Time’s voice. 

Courage was something that all the gods valued, and Time was no exception. All of the gods were warriors of some kind, and none of them took kindly to cowardice, so it didn't surprise them that Time was displeased that the man had run. ”But I think I might stay for a while longer and hear more supplications from those who are brave enough to face me.” 

Not wanting to offend, but also slightly amused by the whole situation, Hyrule said. “Maybe you could take on a less frightening form? Other people aren't as used to seeing gods as I am. He was just scared of that, I think.” 

There was a long pause as Time seemed to consider this. While he did, Hyrule turned to gather their basket off the floor. The basket and meat pie had stayed where they had dropped them, but the apples had rolled away. Hyrule found one of them easily, but the other was nowhere to be seen. 

Most likely it had rolled into a corner or under an offering table. Hyrule could find it later, after the worshippers had left the temple and this whole situation had died down.

But when they turned back to Time, they were pleasantly surprised. Hyrule hadn’t thought that Time had moved when they’d turned their back on him, but they found that the god was standing closer than he had been, and holding out the apple Hyrule had lost. 

He had also changed his appearance. Time looked more like he usually did, now. He still wore the armor, but it was no longer unearthly silver, but a normal iron. His hair was no longer white, but a bright blonde, and he stood at a more reasonable height. If Hyrule had seen him out in the city, they would have assumed that he was a knight, and wouldn’t have looked twice at him.

At least, if it hadn’t been for the mask the man now wore. It was white and pearlescent, with a swirling symbol Hyrule didn't recognize carved into it. It also had no eye holes, but Hyrule got the unnerving feeling Time was still staring at them.

With a smile, Hyrule took the second apple from Time’s outstretched hand and tucked it into their basket. “That’s better,” They agreed to Time’s unspoken question. “Much less intimidating, I think.” Then they hesitated. “But, if you still wanted to speak with that young man, I’m afraid that he’s, um, already gone.”

Time snorted at that. “No need to be delicate about it. I know he ran away like a child.“ 

Hyrule nodded, not bothering to defend the young man. He had run away, after all. 

They would have to warn those who were gathered outside that the god would still be there if they entered his shrine, and then they would have to prepare for a flood of people coming to see the god in person. Hyrule would probably seclude themself in their room. No need for them to get caught up in that mess.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Hyrule sighed. “Here’s hoping I won't have to fight through a hoard of people all asking questions the second I step out of this room.” It was a fruitless hope, they already knew. News of the god’s presence would have already spread, drawing even more people to crowd around the door.

Time said nothing, but patted them on the shoulder consolingly before they headed towards the door, leaving the god where he stood. 

~~~

The Pantheon:

Sky: God of the sky, divinity, sleep, and children (The first god, Mother of the gods)

Four: (They/Them) God of the four elemental spirits, and the forge. (They created the world out of the endless cloudy void Sky had been living in. The void is now the realm of the gods, the world is now the realm of the mortals)

Time: God of time, the seasons, the harvest/farming (He began the turning of the seasons)

Twilight: God of the night/day, animals, and the sun/moon/stars (He created the stars, planets, moon, and sun, and helped populate the world with animals)

Legend: God of myths, adventure, and music (He worked together with Twilight to create mortals. He also helped create the constellations)

Wind: God of the ocean and the dead (He helped deal with the overpopulation of mortals. Psychopomp. Started out as a mortal)

Warriors: (Xe/Xem/Xyr) God of war, strategy, and battle, (Also a psychopomp, but only to the effect that xe delivers souls of those who die in battle to Wind. “Battle” is very widely defined. Lots of things can be battles Ie: childbirth, battle with sickness)

Wild: God of the hearth, hunting, and the wilds (He moderates how much Hyians encroach on nature. Started out as a mortal)

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[miraclepoisons]

A new beginning

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[diejager]

Alright so reader ends up pregnant, mom thinks it's horangis kid, reader moves in with him and we have the whole nursery situation

What happens next, like how will they treat her when she's 7 months pregnant? How will they deal with her cravings and stuff?

And what will happen when she gives birth and the baby's a carbon copy of konig? Will the mom be like "🧍‍♀️oh well that's interesting" or will horangi and Konig take reader away and disappear from the face of the earth? Or even worse, they make sure the mom's not gonna bother them anymore (yknow like ⚰️💀⚱️🪦)?

The whole story line is amazing btw and if I could, i would kiss your brain because of how amazing it is

I’m gonna expand on Baby Scenario since it’s almost the same principle. Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, kidnapping, forced pregnancy, childbirth, tell me if I missed any.

Your mother had adamantly encouraged you to move in with Horangi, it would only make sense, no? Since he was the father of your kid. You’d have more space from both her and your stepdad, and would be able to spend more time with Horangi, to build that intimacy and relationship that you’d need if you were to care for a child. You would have extra room for your stuff and a nursery fro your upcoming child in Horangi’s home since he lived alone, his ultilitarianlydecorated house was a perfect place to start building a warm home —a blank canvas coaxing you to paint. 

You reluctantly agreed to her proposition, not having much of a choice when she was obliviously overcome with joy, König’s hard stare and Horangi’s tightening grip on your hip, low enough to make you uncomfortable but not too much that it was improper. The move was made quick, the sudden change of your environment left you disorientated, confused and lost while they carried box after box into the living room of your new house. 

They hadn’t made a move on you since the test, leaving you alone to do your own things: fix your side of the room, paint and move furniture around the nursery when Horangi and König were busy with other things, or reading on the bean bag you moved near the window for better lighting. It made the move a bit better, neither feeling as oppressed as you felt nor as freeing as you used to be, but it worked nonetheless of your change of ownership. It, however, hadn’t last long, they were quick to lay a hand on you, their fingers kneading and wandering over your sensitive skin, moving you to the bed and leaving you mewling and panting from their mouth and fingers alone.

When your cravings knocked down the door with weird and changing tastes, both men were eager to help, buying or ordering whatever you’d cried about wanting even if you ended up throwing it away because you didn’t want it anymore. They were accommodating to your growing needs, at your every beck and call when you had a sudden craving or sickness. Your mother couldn’t be any happier about how it turned out, that you were with someone she could trust to care for you and not a boy who’d leave you the second he heard you were pregnant, she booked everything for you until the assumed date of birth. 

But on when you gave birth, staring at a boy with auburn strands and brown eyes, and a girl with black locks and pale eyes, your mother looked as horrified as you were, much unlike Horangi and König’s pleased gaze. She fought with him, screamed her head off and tried to pry them away from you, to protect you from the men who forced themselves on you and knocked you up. You learned that she kicked König out, throwing all his items out and had tried to have them both removed and taken away from you, but there was little she could do against powerful men. Their names and reputation the blade of their defense, to use and to wield to take you away from her. 

The last time you saw her, she was in tears, sobbing and fighting against someone’s arms, clawing her way towards you while you were pulled away and into a black SUV. They cut your contact with your mother and the rest of the world, keeping you in a locked box of their own making. You didn’t know what happened to your mother or how she was, you were completely cut off from anything than your penthouse. Your only physical contact was your kids and the men who called themselves your husbands, caring for Leon and Yoon-Suh and making sure they had food when they came home. 

And it wouldn’t take long before they’d ask for another child.

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