#tw: mentions of infertility

[thewritetofreespeech]

Yaaayy requests are open !!

Can you write azashiro souya x fem!wife Reader . Azashiro is in reader mansion because she is the head of shihouin Clan.

He hates being here. Despite the vastness of its walls, he found the Shihōin estate stifling. As if with each breath those vast walls just came a little closer and closer, until they would eventually swallow him.

Urozakuro rattled at his side in her sheath. Azashiro’s hand had to come and stay her hilt to make her stop.

“Soya?” The captain turned his head to look at [Y/N]. Her gentle smile telling him that she hadn’t noticed his uncomfortableness, or his struggle with his Zanpakuto. That she was just happy to see him. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Life of the Shihōin head. You know.” No. He doesn’t. But in another life he might have, as the only son of the once great & proud Azashiro Clan. “Did the servants offer you anything? Goodness, what a terrible impression….”

“I didn’t want anything.” Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he thought it was a trap. That the tea they offered him would be poisoned in some elaborate long came where the Seireitei assassins would finally destroy the Azashiro with the clever beguiling nature of its head.

“Hmmm…shall we head to the garden then?”

Azashiro nodded. Outside was best. Not better, but best. At least the open space would let him get air in his lungs. “How is your brother?”

“Captain Shihōin,” [Y/N] said with a playful sneer. “He’s fine. Wiping the Onmitsukidō into shape over his perceived abuse at having to take orders from a woman all his life.”

Urozakuro rattled louder. To the point that Azashiro had to wrap his whole fist around her hilt to silence her. “Children can be that way.”

Since [Y/N] had no interest in being a Shinigami, the traditional role of leading the 2nd had fallen to her brother. A decision that many regretted and urged her not to make, as she was notably stronger and more even tempered than her brother, but she told him once that it was not the work, she hated but the politics. He had to agree. Life was simpler in the 11th, where strength was the only measure of character.

Her horrible little brother was actually how they met. The clan heads, those of course not already seated in positions of power in the 13, attending one of the captains’ gathers to discuss safety and security in the Seireitei. A joke, Azashiro had thought, as the only ‘safety & security’ nobles cared about was their own power. His butchered family was testament to that. But…he had been moved by [Y/N]’s earnestness in the meeting. She genuinely seemed to care about people; and not just the people within their walls. Perhaps it was all an act, as he knew nobles were good at that too, but he had been taken in by her words and soon fell in love.

“Hopefully he’ll grow out of it one day. I mean, he has too, right?” [Y/N] sighed. Then said in a low voice, “for the sake of his children I hope so….”

He had no children now, but would be expected to. To marry, and carry on the line, because, as luck would have it, their prized jewel was not only not interested in being a Shinigami but also barren. The Shihōin family seemed to have been cursed with a beautiful, intelligent, wonderful tragedy that would bring them into great prominence and then hand it off to sows of an idiot. Doomed, some said, but a boon for Azashiro. Since she could not extend the line, no one questioned their friendship and relationship as nothing of note could come from it.

[Y/N] sighed again and stretched her hands over her head. “Let’s get out of here.” Azashiro looked towards her in surprise. Or as surprised as he let his expressions be. “I know you don’t like it here. You play it off, but to a Shihōin’s sight you might as well be shouting it like you want to.”

The corner of Azashiro’s lips turned up. He should have known she had noticed. What a stupid thing to assume. “Places like this…bring back bad memories.”

“I know.” She of course knew about his family. He never spoke of it, but every noble family knew. “And I don’t want you to have bad memories with me. Only good ones.”

Her fingers laced with his and he suddenly felt as some of the Shihōin palace weight had come off his shoulders. Funny, how the person who’s walls now stood for made him feel more at ease.

They leave and head for the country side via Hoho, and spend the afternoon in the fresh air and the sun. He could finally breath and let his hair down; metaphorically as he would never actually take his hair down in front of a lady.

Their relationship was complicated, with his past and her future, but he was content in the way that it worked and found peace in it.

Peace, unfortunately, was not something he was used to. Azashiro wondered how long it would last.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #bleach scenarios #bleach #bleach imagines #soya azashiro #soya azashiro x reader #bleach x reader #bleach: spirits are forever with you #bleach spirits are forever with you #Shihoin clan #female reader #tw: mentions of infertility #scenarios #imagine

[waitingforspoons]

"Our argument came to a fever pitch when I asked you did you love me. Do you remember what you said, husband.

No.

Did you ever love me?

Maybe.

That's not an answer Ares. You asked for my hand--

No, is that what you want to hear? And how could I? You can't even stay pregnant.

I lost track of how many times I cried when I heard your words echo in my ears. They were all mine, that pain was my own. How dare you use it against me.

I'm sorry I hit you, I should have kept a level head, but I dont regret it."

- Euphorbia

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #the sims #ts4 #sims #Euphorbia and Ares #tw: infertility #tw: mentions of infertility

[frownyalfred]

i was talking to my friend about asoh, particularly how kryptonian insemination is 100% fertile like,

"Bruce is probably infertile"

Clark's sperm: And I took that personally

PFFFT LITERALLY HOW IT WENT.

Bruce: well I’m not worried about the heat, after all these black market suppressants I’m definitely infertile

Lex:

#asks #anon #a sky of honey #a/b/o mention #a/b/o tw #mpreg mention #mpreg tw #infertility tw #infertility mention

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1251

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

TW: infertility | nsfwhump | mentions of noncon

An AFAB whumpee really wants kids and has done for ages. Thus image the trauma when after being recused from their kidnapping, they discover they were made infertile from the torture Whumper inflicted - incidentally their dreams of starting a family are ripped apart from them.

Alternatively: AFAB Whumpee instead discovers they are pregnant post recuse - but to their horror it's Whumpers kid. Now Whumpee has to live with the fact Whumper has such control over Whumpee that they control their deepest desire.

#whump #writing #prompts #ideas #infertility tw #nsfwhump #mentions of noncon #noncon tw #trauma #torture #noncon body modification #rescue

[rickktish]

Today my mom and I finished the 90’s superman TV show Lois and Clark and it’s a really great series and I think every superman fan ever should watch it because Henry Cavill has nothing on Dean Cain, but that’s not actually what this post is about. This post is about the fact that in a pre-Superboy Jon Kent world, the central arc of Clark Kent’s character was that he wanted a family of his own, and this culminates in (spoilers) the last episode being centered on the question of what to do about having kids since Clark’s biology is not compatible with humans’ for making babies, and my anthropology major brain couldn’t not analyze this through a gender/sexuality lens since I took a class all about the cultural impact of gender and media portrayals of it.

Here’s the thing: in the vast majority of media (I almost said western media but then I thought about it more and I think it’s actually pretty darn universal) infertility is a female plotline. It’s one of the few plots that is inherently feminine in nature because for so much of history we’ve viewed infertility as a woman’s concern. If a man and a woman can’t have a child, after all, it must be something wrong with her, right? (Ha. Ha. Ha. It’s not funny, actually.) But this means that this silly little superman show from the 90’s is portraying an infertility plot line, but the problem isn’t the female character’s fertility, it’s her husband’s. Except that since fertility is an “inherently” feminine plot line, we get almost no emotional impact of this news on Clark himself. Lois, after all, is the one who spent the second to last episode going through the question of whether or not she’s ready to have children and deciding that she is. It could perhaps be argued that this is because Clark has been ready for a while, because a family is all that he wants, but I think it’s also because the question of a working woman choosing to have a child is, culturally speaking, a very different question to a man choosing to have a child, and has been since women became acceptable in the work place.

Here’s my point though: Clark gets the news that he can’t reproduce with Lois, goes to talk to her, and ends up holding her as she mourns this loss of something they were hoping for. She doesn’t comfort him, except by coming up with actions they can take to try to get around their incompatible biology. Lois is the one who gets to mourn, while Clark continues to emphasize that they will be okay no matter what because they love each other. And all I could think about watching this was how removed Clark was from his own fertility. How completely separated he was from it. Because in spite of the issue being his fertility and not hers, Lois is the one who gets to have an emotional arc about it, because she is the woman in the story.

One of the solutions they come up with is to ask Lois’s father, who (in rare fashion) is not a general but instead a handy-dandy generalized “scientist,” to see if there’s anything he can come up with for them. In order to do so, though, they need to reveal to him that Clark is Superman. The whole scene where they’re trying to figure out how to tell him feels a little bit queer, because I can see a modern writer turning everything from it into a trans reveal instead of a secret identity, but that’s a little beside the point. The point is that still, at no point does Clark seem distressed for himself, but instead for how Lois feels about all this— up to and including the point about her mother’s lack of maturity meaning that she doesn’t feel safe telling her they’re trying to have a baby or that they’re facing infertility.

And from all this, somehow all I can think of is how far we’ve culturally removed men from power over their own fertility. It feels like the only things that get discussed on the news or in shows, up to and including the abortion issue, is women’s fertility. We rarely talk about giving men education about and control over their fertility, only women. Women’s bodies, women’s rights, but what about the fact that the men don’t seem to be attached enough to their own fertility to know or even consider what they can do to control it for themselves? I actually wonder if the requirement (historical or present, depending on where you live) for women to get permission from their husbands to get their tubes tied has more to do with men’s fertility than with their wives’, because in some ways it seems that the only control a man is offered over his own fertility in our culture is by exerting control over his wife. There’s an alienation between men and their ability to procreate that honestly baffles me now that I’ve thought about it. It’s separated from them by their relationship with their partner’s body, and I wonder if somehow giving men more control over their own fertility, and educating them about it and how they can reclaim it from where it has been outsourced to another body, might be a positive step. I wonder if our cultural disconnect between fathers and children might take a few steps if men were taught to view their reproductive systems as more than just pleasure centers, as a part of their personal fertility.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, I think there’s more to be explored with this idea but I’m not fully prepared to go on the biological tangent with it yet so I think I’m going to leave it at that. I just. What would it take for men to reclaim their own fertility from where it has been culturally outsourced to women’s bodies?

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[nena-96]

Written for @corneliaavenue-ao3

The Tortured Potter’s Department fest

Tw: mentions infertility and past trauma

Word count: 2,465 read below or on ao3

She Can’t Do It, Without Him

Summary: Ginny’s usual midnight trip to the Room of Requirements gets interrupted when Harry makes himself known. Thus, causing a secret that tormented Ginny to come out into the light.

It’s been months since the Battle of Hogwarts and yet it feels as if it was just yesterday. Except it wasn’t how was it possible that even after all the repairs done to the castle, it still had this unwelcoming sense of agony and despair?

It was as if no amount of cleaning charms used to scrub the blood and grime from the stone walls, the pain would forever remain. Even if the glass windows were fixed, she could still remember when there were shards of glass all over the ground, from a deadly explosion, courtesy of a few Death Eaters.

Even though everything was ‘fixed’ it absolutely didn’t mean that everything was going to be the same again. Everything was different, nothing was ever going to be the same again. But that feeling changed when she visits the seventh floor, more specifically the Room of Requirements.

It was usually after curfew, when everyone was fast asleep, that’s when she would push the curtains from her four posters open and double-checking that her dormmates were indeed asleep. She didn’t want to bother giving anyone an explanation as to where she was going. It became her night time routine, no matter what, she always made her way to the seventh floor.

That was the only time she could pretend like everything was normal and just for a while she could believe that she wasn’t broken.

After making her way out the dorm, then sneaking out from the common room with the invisibility cloak that Harry had let her borrow, before she left got on the Hogwarts Express at the beginning of term. This made it easier for her to roam the halls without being detected by anyone, even though her posture suffered from all the times she had to crouch down to make sure the cloak covered all her body. Luckily, she hadn’t been caught and she plans to keep it that way.

Once she arrived, to the seventh floor, she took the cloak off and let it drop to the floor and waited to think of the place she wanted to immerse herself into. However something was off, it felt as if someone was watching her at this very moment, she could feel her heart start to beat faster than before. The tiny hairs on her arms stood up, yet, she wasn’t going to show an ounce of fear.

Whoever was behind her, should think twice before trying anything. She had survived multiple cruico’s from the Carrows, when their reign of terror in the castle was at an all time high. If she managed to survive an unforgivable, she will survive anything that crosses her path.

Ginny grabbed her wand tightly, just as beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. Whoever was there, better wish that Madam Pomfrey wasn’t off to bed at this time.

Quicker than a stunning spell, Ginny turned around and pointed the tip of her wand at the throat of….Harry?

No. It couldn’t be.

He wasn’t here, he had Auror training with Ron all the way until next week. This wasn’t Harry…..then why did this man have the same scar on his forehead? It looked like the same one she had traced so many times both with her fingers and her lips?

Even his hair was in the same state of disarray, and his green eyes…..that reminded her of fresh pickled toad. Yet, even with all the similarities, she couldn’t risk anything, she can practically hear the words that Mad-Eye would always say, ‘Constant Vigilance’.

“What tattoo did I say you had, when we were in the common room?” She asked, while waiting for the man in front of her to answer. One wrong answer and it’ll be all it takes for her to fire the hex that’s on the tip of her tongue.

“Hungarian Horntail! To be specific you said it was across my chest.” The reply came out quicker than ever, it was him and not someone else. Realization crept into her as she lowered her wand from Harry’s throat.

“What are you doing here, I thought you had training?” She asked him, once she placed her wand securely into the pocket of her robes. Not missing the way Harry rubbed at the spot where she had her wand pointed at his throat a few seconds ago.

“My schedule changed, and I sent you an owl but you never replied back. So I decided to come see see that you were fine.” Harry said his voice filled with concern. She didn’t like it, he didn’t need to worry about her anymore, there wasn’t a war going on.

“I’m fine, you may leave now if you want-”

“Oh, come off it! Don’t lie to me Ginny, I’m not going anywhere. In case you forgot I’m also friends with Hermione, and she mentioned in a letter to Ron that you weren’t fine.”

“Oh, it’s nice that my git, of a brother tells you everything.” She replied coolly.

“That isn’t true, look Ginny, he’s worried about you. We all are, please don’t do this-”

“Do what? I’m perfectly fine.” Ginny said before flashing him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Hopefully the obliviousness that Harry had kicked in so he wouldn’t notice the truth in her lies. She needed him to go, and live his life without her. Why couldn’t he understand how broken she was? Why now when she wants him to be the most oblivious git in the world, he is suddenly paying attention to every thing she does or doesn’t do.

“Don’t play me as a fool, I know something is wrong. I had this feeling ever since you stopped replying to my letters and refused to go with me to Hogsmead.” Harry said as he walked closer to her, she could feel the warmth from his body and smell the woodsy aftershave he had on.

Momentarily her senses were clouded by him, and that scared her to the core, she couldn’t afford for her senses to betray her by welcoming happiness into her life. Not when she deserves to fall into the abyss of loneliness and despair.

Which is why she turned her head away from him, trying to focus on anything other than the man who was in front of her. “I’m fine,” she gritted out, “There’s no need for you to have come all the way down here just to see how broken I am.” She cofessed, not realizing what she had spoken until it was too late. She saw the way Harry’s green eyes widened in shock before looking very confused.

Fuck, there was no way she could escape this. Dammit, why couldn’t they just pretend she didn’t say anything and go their separate ways?

Oh right, that was impossible because it’s Harry, the boy-who-lived-to-wreck-her-plans, it was never easy keeping things from him. It was only a matter of time before managed to make the truth spill out from her own mouth.

Silence filled the empty space between them, the only thing that could be heard in the corridor was the sounds of their breathing. That was until Harry broke the silence, “What do you mean by broken?” His voice was laced in worry, it made her internally squirm, she didn’t need his pity and the thought made her want to die.

“It’s nothing, I didn’t mean-“

“Stop, you don’t need to pretend that you can do this by yourself. You’re not alone Ginny, I’m your boyfriend so stop treating me like your bloody fool!”

”Not for long, you won’t be,” she muttered quietly.

“What did you just say?” Harry’s voice had become hard, his emotions erased completely.

She shook her head, and wiped at her eyes, not at all surprised at the tears that had begun to fall. Fine, if he wanted to know the truth then so be it, it wasn’t like she couldn’t do this with a broken heart, anyways.

Then again, what would be left of her heart once she tells him the truth?

“Gin, if you don’t say anything….I swear to Merlin-”

“I can’t have children.” She interrupts him, before she lost her nerve she continued with shaky breath, “Madam P-Pomfrey…after I visited her because of these awful cramps I’ve been getting. S-She had ran a few tests and told me that, from the effects of the cruico’s I s-sustained from the Carrows….I won’t-“ she choked off into a sob.

”W-What?” Harry said softly, Ginny just shook her head and whispered, ‘I’m so sorry’, before covering her face with both of her hands and letting her tears fall.

She couldn’t do this, why did it have to be this way?

”Ginny-“

Fuck, why did she have to be a failure?

”Gin-“

Why couldn’t she-

“Ginevra!”

Harry’s shouting had effectively pulled her from the thoughts that tormented her. Yet, she couldn’t face him….how could she look into the man she loves and further break his heart with the truth that she was broken-

“Please….look at me.” Harry said, as his calloused hands gently pulled her hands away from her face. Her eyes were closed tight, as she bite her bottom lip, wishing that maybe this was just a horrible dream and that none of this was real.

Except….it was real, nothing was going to change that.

”Love….please, open your eyes” Harry spoke once more, his voice laced with emotion it caused her to slowly will her eyes open. She had to blink away the tears that blurred her vision. She felt Harry bring wipe the tears from her cheek, and that’s when she noticed how his eyes…his beautiful green eyes were now red-rimmed. It was all because of-

“I need you to know….that no matter what I will always be there for you. You don’t have to go through this alone….you have me forever.” Harry spoke gently as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. She didn’t deserve this…not his pity, he needs to know that she wasn’t going to hold him back from starting his life even if it meant watching him be happy from the sidelines.

After all she can do this with a broken heart…..but she couldn’t live with herself by breaking his heart in the process. Which is why she pulls her hand away from him, and tries to ignore the coldness she feels.

”Don’t….don’t try to soothe me with beautiful lies, Harry when I know the reality isn’t pretty.” She said once her breathing slows down.

”I’m not lying,” Harry said quickly, and lifted up his hand to show her the scar that he had from Umbridge’s blood quill. “See this, it’s physical proof that I’m not bloody lying.”

”Harry…you deserve someone who-“

”Don’t you dare say what I think you’re going to say.” Harry interrupted her once more, “I want you to understand that I love you. I don’t care how many times I have to say this but it’s the truth, you are the only woman I’ve ever loved and will ever love. You are enough and I will never leave your side.”

”You don’t understand. This changes everything, don’t you see? I can’t give you what you want, not now possibly not ever and I-“

”You’re everything that I want!”

Ginny didn’t say anything, as she felt Harry grab her hand and place it over his shirt. She could feel the beating of his heart against her palm, as his green eyes stared into her brown eyes, with such intensity she almost looked away.

Almost.

”Now I’m going to speak and I would appreciate it, if you don’t say a word.” Harry nodded and held her hand tighter than before, all she could do was nod.

For a few minutes there was nothing but silence surrounding them. Neither of them moved, much less looked away from one another, that was until Harry briefly closed his eyes and shook his head.

”For longest time….I was alone, always thinking that I wouldn’t be capable of being loved by anyone. That maybe my life was destined to be hidden away in a cupboard, and away from the world.” Harry spoke, she felt him rub his thumb across her hand. It was as if, he was trying to stay anchored in this moment and not fall into his own past.

After a beat, Harry spoke again, this time he opened his eyes and looked directly into her eyes. It felt like he was looking into the depths of her soul, trying to make her understand.

”That was my future, to be alone. Until, I fell completely in love with a girl who accidentally placed her elbow into the butter dish, and who also wrote the most unique poem that I’ve ever heard before.” Harry winked at her, as he brought her closer to him.

“Fucking git.” She laughed through tears, it was then that she realized he was smiling at her.

”Ah, what did I say Miss Weasley? No talking, if I may recall. I suppose I’ll have to take some points off from Gryffindor in order to set things back in order.”

”Oh, really and tell me how can you do that if you don’t go to this school anymore?” She teased him, that’s when she realized how foolish she was in keeping him in the dark about this.

“Don’t tell anyone but I heard that McGonagall has a soft spot for me.”

”Does this mean I should be afraid that McGonagall is going to steal you away from me?” Ginny pulled her hand away from him and placed it over her chest like a dagger was pushed into her chest. “I didn't know you had a thing for older woman.”

”Oi! You know what, fine you caught me. It’s the biscuits that managed to make my heart swell up.”

She rolled her eyes and couldn’t help but laugh and it honestly felt so good. She hadn’t felt this carefree in such a long time it was insane, how Harry could manage to put her at ease.

It was then that she realized how foolish she was to ever think that Harry would feel differently towards her.

“Gin,” Harry said once they sobered up from laughing, “I love you and nothing will change that. You are one of the strongest and most beautiful women that I’ve ever seen in my life. I know you can do anything by yourself, hell you can do it with a broken heart and still manage to see things through. Except, you don’t have to…because you have me, and I will never let you go through this alone.”

#several sunlit daylights #hinny #Ginny Weasley #Harry Potter #Nena writes #angsty #tw mentions infertility #tw mentions past trauma #Ginny x Harry #Harry X Ginny

[inevitablemoment]

One Last Gift

Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Pairing: Miss Holloway/Douglas "Duke" Keane

Six weeks after the Hatchetfield Honey Festival and two weeks after settling into her new identity as Miss Holliday, Miss Holloway learns that Duke has given her a gift that she thought she would never receive.

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#One Last Gift #Holloduke #Holloweane #Nightmare Time #Nightmare Time 2 #Killer Track #Hatchetfield series #Hatchetfield saga #Hatchetfield universe #My Fics #Miss Holloway #Douglas “Duke” Keane #Duke Keane #Kim Whalen #Curt Mega #OTP: Watching The Fireworks #TW Pregnancy #TW Infertility Mention #TW Vomiting #StarKid #Team StarKid

[mrsbsmooth]

This is so dumb but it's a headcanon that's been on my mind for ages.

Basically we know Lucas doesn't want kids, but I just can't get over the thought of him finding out his gf is pregnant, wanting NOTHING to do with it, trying to throw money at the problem to make it go away, etc. But then when he sees his baby he just.... boom. Head over heels.

SO ANYWAY I WROTE IT.

I smashed this out in a single sitting over a few hours, so please don't be too harsh, it's probably full of waffle and mistakes and broken metaphors, but I just needed to get it down.

Enjoy :)

He had to know

Read now on Ao3

#litg s2 #litg lucas #pregnancy #Dad!Lucas #cute #tw mentions of abortion and infertility #lucas koh

[une-sanz-pluis]

Reading this post about Anne Boleyn, made me think about Eleanor Cobham and her childlessness.

We don't know anything about Eleanor's childlessness beyond the fact of it. We don't know if she had pregnancies that ended in miscarriage or stillbirth or whether she was unable to conceive. But the possible impact on her mental health tends not to be even considered, let alone mentioned. In fact, her attempted defence at her trial for witchcraft - that she had only used "magic" in attempt to conceive her husband's child - has been over-interpreted by some historians (e.g. Lauren Johnson, Robert Bartlett) as a type of threat or an admission of treason. She wanted to have a baby because her son would replace Henry VI and she'd be the ~mother of kings!

Which is just bizarre. There are many reasons she could have wanted a child - and note that she did not specifically state she wanted a son but a child - but both Johnson and Bartlett reduce her to the cold-hearted scheming vixen only wants a son so she can rule through him. Also, like, Eleanor was literally the only woman alive in 1441 who could provide the Lancastrian dynasty with a clear-cut heir.

We know the succession became a point of anxiety not too long after Eleanor's downfall and while we can't explicitly trace it back to Eleanor's time as Duchess of Gloucester, it does stand to reason that she would have been aware of how fragile the Lancastrian dynasty was. Henry VI was four years away from marrying himself and twelve years away from having his only son (which, of course, Eleanor couldn't have known about). He was the only child of his father and had no brothers who could inherit the throne, while all of his paternal uncles except Humphrey had died without legitimate issue by 1435. Humphrey himself had no legitimate children. The succession after Humphrey was confused, with at least three possible claimants. Eleanor, as Humphrey's wife, was likely very well aware of how fragile the succession was and was the only woman at that time who could give birth to an heir. Yes, any child might be Henry's "replacement" and she would become the mother of the next monarch but that's how a heredity monarchy works. Maybe people should read less of the Philippa Gregory-style of historical fiction.

And that's not going into the culture of primogeniture or the idea that a woman's worth as a wife was often closely tied to the production of an heir. There are studies that talk about the stigma of involuntarily childless on modern women today, who have the benefit of feminist movements and not living in a culture based explicitly and totally in primogeniture.

Nor does it go into the fact that that having a child could have had an legitimising affect on Eleanor's controversial marriage and status, providing her with security. Nor does it discuss the emotional affect of suffering miscarriages and stillbirths - admittedly, we don't know that Eleanor suffered from these but there doesn't seem to much evidence around miscarriages and stillbirths in late medieval England and so we can't rule out the possibility this was part of her experience.

It's all too easy, when we put aside the scheming vixen image, to imagine Eleanor's fear, distress, desperation and anxiety over her childlessness. Even if she was a scheming vixen, as Johnson and Bartlett would have it, it still would have had a large impact on her. It would have influenced the way she behaved - perhaps the motif of her disastrous pride and ambition came from an desire to emphasis her status as a way of taking refuge from her inability to have a child. Although I'm yet to find contemporary allegations that supports the not-uncommon idea Eleanor was greedy and grasping, perhaps she was in order to build up a stockpile of wealth that she could use to support herself if her marriage to Humphrey was annulled or her dower seized after his death. We might also consider that she turned to magic/witchcraft in desperation to have a child or at least in attempt to know what awaited her.

#eleanor cobham #blog #tw involuntarily childlessness #tw infertility #tw miscarriage mention #tw stillbirth mention

[primus-why]

Sad Idea (tw: infertility mention)

Okay but what if when Orion got reformatted into Optimus, the Matrix gave him The Ideal Body To Go To War With? Like, it cut out unnecessary parts of his past self-- not just emotionally, but physically as well...

What I'm trying to get at: what if one day, the topic of sparklings come up. Maybe the humans they've been hanging around asked about the various ways a new Cybertronian comes to exist. Maybe the war is over, and someone innocently asks Optimus if he has ever considered being a creator.

Optimus might politely wave off the idea, citing he's too busy as Prime to give the care and attention deserved by a sparkling. But in private... or maybe even to just his amica/ a close friend or two... he admits that he did once want to be a creator, however, that's no longer in the cards for him...

... because the Matrix didn't deem a gestation chamber a necessary asset for a Prime at war.

#sad idea #Optimus Prime #do i tag as valveplug even tho it's not really sexual? hm... #fuzz writes #tw infertility #basically the matrix trades in civilian life for more weapons #and it's ONE thing to have someone who doesn't want sparklings to have a gestation chamber removed... #but in the case Orion had no agency in the matter. #tho truth be told... whole he mourned the loss he also had to face the harsh reality... #that he couldn't possibly provide a happy and healthy life for a sparkling while their people are at war. #whats more... the gestation period would put him out of comission. not to mention the energy consumption. #he can't afford that when they can barely fuel themselves as it is. #plus the sparkling would be defenseless for many years. it would be a liability. a weakness for the Decepticons to exploit. #Optimus hates that his choice was taken from him... but hates the idea of bringing a being into this harsh world even more. #this is made extra tragic if you think about the question arising AFTER the war. #everyone is like ''Optimus! you have such a warm personality and caring temperament! i'm surprised you haven't become a creator!'' #and he's just like ''ah.... yes.... well....''

[argylepiratewd]

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale Additional Tags: Male presenting pregnancy, Pregnancy, Pregnant Aziraphale, Infertility, Past Miscarriage, Grief/Mourning, Post-Canon, Angst with a Happy Ending

For @ineffablefamfeb SFW prompt #21: Struggling to conceive/infertility. Pay attention to the story tags!

Neither of them will celebrate until there's a baby wailing in Aziraphale's arms. Or, one of them is pregnant again, and Aziraphale and Crowley dare to hope.

#good omens #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #aziraphale #ineffablefamfeb #ineffable family february #ineffable parents #ineffable family #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #cw pregnancy #tw pregnancy #cw miscarriage mention #tw miscarriage mention #cw infertility #tw infertility

[enchantedspiritsoftheforest]

I had an idea for an angsty AU which is a little bit of Light between oceans AU. So basically Jake and Neytiri can't have a baby together; either they are completely infertile or had two miscarriages. So eventually Jake takes Spider from the scientists when the boy is like a year and a half or two years old. Norm and Max aren't very supportive of this, because it's obvious that he's only doing this to have a kid rather than give Spider a home. Anyways, Jake and Neytiri raise Spider while telling him some complete lies, like that they are his real parents because they both had been humans before and had gotten avatar bodies later etc. One day, Paz Socorro, who had been saved by some Na'vi living in seclusion, appears and meets with Jake, asking him if she can see her baby boy.

#miscarriage mention #miscarriage tw #infertility mention #infertility tw #miles spider socorro #Paz Socorro

[bridgeportbritt]

Spencer’s Residence | Cypress, SimDonia

Spencer: A visit from Her Majesty the Queen! Today must be my lucky day.

Diana chuckles: Yes, how are you, brother? You look well.

Spencer: Thank you. I am well. I’ve taken up gardening, have a few business dealings in the works, and hoping to do some renovations here soon. Elizabeth is especially happy about that. How about you? And my little nephew, of course.

Diana: That’s great, Spencer. And Parker’s great! He’s always talking about his “Unkie Pence.”

Spencer: Ah, I love that kid. What about you?

Diana: Well truthfully, I’ve been better. That’s actually what I wanted to speak with you about. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about dad... and how he died.

Spencer serious: I see...

Diana: I just have this feeling that there’s something I don’t know about how he died. Everything from that time is so foggy, but I have some memories that... just need clarification. So, I was hoping maybe you could help me.

Spencer sighs: I almost hoped this day would never come.

Diana confused: What do you mean, Spencer?

Spencer: The day when you learned one of the deepest darkest Winston family secrets there is. 

Diana: Father’s death is a deep family secret?

Spencer: It’s not that dad died, it’s how he died that is guarded like a precious jewel. But, there’s nothing sparkly or beautiful about this. Mother swore to me that I never share this with you, but I told her that if you ever asked I would. That was, of course, before she knew you would be Queen someday.

Diana: What is it, Spencer? I promise I can handle the secret with care.

Spencer: Oh, I know you will. I’m more worried about how this secret will hurt you.

Diana: Why?

Spencer: The truth is, dad didn’t just die from heart failure. The failure was due to a rare hereditary genetic conditon. Basically in some cases, it attacks the cells in your body causing your organs to fail. 

Diana: Oh my, Watcher, Spencer! This is- this is unbelievable! Why would Mother not want me to know this?

Spencer: She didn’t want either of us to know. Really anyone outside a select few tasked with treating and researching it. Everyone is concerned about the public finding out and viewing the monarchy as weak. The only reason she told me is because I caught on early enough and pressed her about it. I had a feeling there was more to it once I began having issues with infertility.

Diana hesistant: You have the condition?

Spencer: Yes, everyone in the Winston bloodline has it. Some worse than others. Some factors make it worse. Chronic stress, for example. I’ve heard it called the “Monarch’s Plague” for that reason. I think it’s been believed that Monarch’s shouldn’t know as the stress of the condition itself can in turn lead to more stress. Which can make the condition worse. It’s a vicious cycle really.

Diana: I’m so sorry, Spencer. Is that why you stepped down?

Spencer sighs: Yes and no. I knew I was struggling with it, but I didn’t want to pass the burden to you. That is why I waited until after you had a child. I figured if The Watcher blessed you, unlike it did me, it was a sign that this was your calling all along.

Diana: I understand... but I still wish you hadn’t made that call.

Spencer sighs: I know. I truly am sorry, Diana. You deserved a lot better. ...are you struggling with it?

Diana: Possibly. My doctors are concerned and I am having trouble concieving a spare.

Spencer: If anyone can manage this and live a long, happy life, it’s you, Diana. I truly believe that.

Diana: Thank you, Spencer. I definitely want to do that. Not just for me, but for Parker, too. I want to break this cycle our family has created. 

Spencer: What do you mean?

Diana: The secrecy? The hiding? This culture of neglecting our health? It has done us no good. It’s ending with me. I want better for Parker.

Spencer: So, you’re going to tell him?

Diana: Yes, when he’s old enough. And in the meantime, I’m going to be the example for him. We’re going to do better.

#simdonia #chap 10 #sims of color #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 #royal sims #royal simblr #tw infertility mention #whew this is a lot to unpack #this is why Diana's parents died so young #this is why spencer stepped down #this is why spencer had no babes #chile #the srf going through it #sim: diana #sim: spencer

[smckesprite]

❀ *◦ ⇝ hey, isn’t that eliana okin? i think that the fifty-two year old from san diego, california works as a veterinarian at happy villagers vet clinic, but outside of that people describe them as sad eyes hiding behind sunglasses, white coat lab, & myriad of burberry in her wardrobe. i hear they are withdrawn & neutral, but they are also known to be philanthropic & reliable. consider giving them a visit at their home in the marionette and get to know why they’re called the mediator. ( frankie, she/her, 26, cst )

»     BASICS.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. eliana kristine okin.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒). el, ellie, ana + lia.

𝐀𝐆𝐄.     fifty-two. ( 52 )

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇.   july 31st,  1970

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍. leo

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇.   washington, d.c.

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍. san diego, california.

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.   heterosexual + demi-romantic.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 + 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒.   cis woman + she ┊ her ┊ hers.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. american.

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘.   white — (  irish, norwegian, ashkenazi jewish  )

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍.   monotheism  ╱  not  religious.

𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄(𝐒) 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍. english, norwegian + hebrew.

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. single.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.   anchorage, alaska.

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. veterinarian @ happy villagers vet clinic.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. financially comfortable. wealthy.

𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋. high school diploma & associate degree.

»     APPEARANCE.

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. jennifer connelly.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5 feet, 7 inches ┊ 170.18 centimeters.

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 + 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. brown with caramel highlights + blue-green.

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒.  sun ( upper back ) + cherry blossoms ( wrist ).

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.  earlobes +  cartilage.

»     FAMILIAL DETAILS.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒.   henry & talia-esther okin — estranged.

𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. one brother — two years older.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍.  three adopted children.

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒. a dalmatian named cleo & a german shepherd named indigo; both female.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. older brother; ( wc )

» PERSONALITY.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. reliable, phlegmatic, intuitive, gentle, detail-orientated, observant, & philanthropic.

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. withdrawn, introverted, skeptical, neutral, worrisome, anxious, & resentful.

» BACKSTORY.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF CHILD NEGLECT AND ABUSE, INFERTILITY.

eliana was born and raised in washington, d.c., to henry and talia okin. although, she wasn’t their firstborn, her older brother, of two years, came first. parents are supposedly meant to be defined as unconditionally loving; that was not the case for the okins.

to begin with, their upbringing wasn’t pretty. it was always filled with distaste just because of their existence. from time to time, it had made them wish they were never brought into the world. they probably thought it was a grand idea to become parents; they were never meant to become parents and shouldn’t have been in the first place and didn’t deserve such titles.

in reality, she was raised by her older brother; despite him only being TWO years older than her. they were mostly left to their own devices when their parents were nowhere to be found. to keep it simple, they were up to no good doing g-d knows what. so whenever they’d magically appear for whatever reason and act all high & mighty, it was truly a living nightmare for both.

life consisted of being berated, emotionally, and physically abused—they were impossible to please. often times, whenever they’d leave for school, bruises were visible and couldn’t be ignored. concerned adults knew about henry & talia, as they were always the talk of the town. they were quite possibly the most hated citizens in their neighborhood.

unfortunately, cps didn’t get involved as much as it should have; almost failed by the system to have a sense of betrayal and unjust feelings. they felt helpless and, as a result, lost a great amount of hope. why was the world so against them? just when they started to lose hope, one of her friend’s mom stepped in to rescue them from their tumultuous life at home. each of their friends was concerned, so their parents were, too. although they didn’t expect much from the close families, they had to help the kids and did so whenever they could. w/o the govt getting involved, of course.

months went by without having to worry about mom and dad randomly making an appearance. it was times like these that made eliana thankful for her dearest brother. if it wasn’t for him, she doesn’t know how or where she’d end up———preferably not lying in a ditch somewhere, knocking on wood. he made life worth living. they were remarkably close, attached to the hip almost. of course, they had their moments of bickering and being annoyed as hell with each other, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. he’s continuously looked after his young sister since she was an infant. they lost their childhood far too early in life, long before they knew and finally recognized it.

the quiet months slowly died down, when their parents showed up... AGAIN. this time it was much worse than before. they were desperate to leave d.c. behind yet they were still minors. her brother, 17; eliana, 16. it took A LOT of planning... but they decided to run away to the west coast: san diego, to be exact. it was time for them to leave the toxicity of their parents behind. always forward, never back; the longest journey to the freedom they’ve always dreamt of having.

right after their bus ride to california came to an end, they thought of going to a shelter for the time being; to stay for as long as they could. they were both lucky to have found jobs within a week of being there. after all, it was 1986. eliana was ecstatic to have found a job. however, being a waitress from the age of 16-17 y/o, was another kind of hell. it is what it is, she thought to herself. more often than not.

years had passed and they settled into an affordable apartment together. they both went back to school. brother decided to go for his GED while eliana chose to sit in a classroom. she had friends and was wary of who they were, cautious of the people she surrounded herself with—her inner circle of friends. yet juggling school and working two full-time jobs at the same time was a struggle, but she survived through it all in the end.

her dream was to become a vet and after some difficulty —money-wise— eliana decided to go to vet school. of course, she had to keep working. hell, she hasn’t had a day of rest since then. the most hard-working woman you’d know. if things didn’t go according to plan, she would have taken plan b into consideration: to become a social worker!

TIME SKIP AFTER A FEW YEARS OF SCHOOL, HARD WORK, GRADUATING, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.

after years of struggling to find love or the right one—it took a while—she fell hard, felt love, and loved for the first time. the absence of the WARMTH she yearned for was long gone. life was finally comfortable. she had a home from working her ass off—the blood, sweat & tears.

she’s been with her partner for over a decade. they have no plans to get married any time soon. while eliana would’ve loved to have children of her own, she isn’t able to conceive due to health risks and/or possible death. on a lighter note, they adopted three kids who needed a home, unconditional love, and some tlc.

despite being a vet, eliana has a non-profit organization dedicated to animals and kids. one is determined to help stray dogs & cats (similar to shelters ; euthanizing is NOT an option) find their forever home and help kids who might have suffered the same trauma she did.

she’s still dealing with the trauma from when she was a child. her brother is the ONLY person she could rely on ever since she could remember. it was 'them > the rest of the human population' and she wouldn’t have it any other way. he lives in a different state and they have get-togethers whenever the chance is given. they are still close despite the distance between them. ex: family trips, holidays, or just the unexplainable excuse to see each other.

eliana isn’t in contact with her parents whatsoever. they have tried to reach out and done everything they can to weasel their way into her life, but she NEVER gives in. she has already suffered a lot and is quite pleased where she’s at. yeah, in anchorage, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. there is no need to be on a survival instinct anymore and is relieved by that.

» AESTHETICS.

hiding sad eyes behind sunglasses, white lab coats, the myriad collection of the brand burberry in her closet, levi’s denim jacket over scrubs & designer sneakers, messy curly hair in a bun, falling asleep on the couch, never able to finish a book, having a polaroid with her partner on her phone, and chai tea lattes.

#anchorintro #child neglect tw #abuse mention tw #infertility mention tw

[deadellen]

***TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEATH MENTION, INFERTILITY, STILL BIRTH/CHILD LOSS, DIVORCE.

— BASICS

Name: Elenore Mikah Logan Age / D.O.B.: 28. July 10th, 1995. Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cisfemale. She/Her. Demisexual. Hometown: Cold Spring, New York. Moved from Los Angeles, CA. Affiliation: Civilian Job position: Mortician/Funeral Director Education: Degrees in business management and mortuary science Relationship status: Divorced Children: None Positive traits: Sympathetic, insightful, strong willed, dependent, level headed Negative traits: Clinical, self-isolating, cynical, reckless (only with self), philophobic

— BIOGRAPHY

Elenore was born in a set of triplets who were all put up for adoption after birth. The three went to separate homes. Elenore was adopted by an older couple who was never able to have children of their own. They spent a majority of their time working. Her mother was a nurse and her father owned a funeral home.

She grew up with the idea that death was a normal part of life, despite the atrocities it may bring. For as long as she could remember she was always curious about what her father did. Sometimes she would sneak into work spaces to explore. When she was old enough her father started introducing her to the job.

Elenore lived a mostly normal life. She met her soul mate in middle school. When they graduated high school they decided to go to college together.

They later married and decided to start a family when Elenore started experiencing infertility issues. At 21 they packed up their entire lives to move to Los Angeles in hopes of IVF providing them with the family they craved.

For years being a wife and mother was all Elenore focused on. Test after test, shot after shot, attempt after attempt. Her hope never diminished, but his did.

Until Elenore finally fell pregnant. It wasn't until her second trimester that she discovered her husbands affairs. She kept them to herself for a while, but one night that changed.

When Elenore was about to hit her 3rd trimester they received news that Elenore's father had suffered a massive heart attack and died. The family business was in need of her return to New York, but her husband refused leaving a pregnant Elenore to watch her mother struggle to be by herself in the grief.

Elenore went into labor early. Unfortunately, the birth went wrong and their baby was born still. Everything Elenore ever knew and loved suddenly vanished from within her.

After the funeral and tying up loose ends, Elenore confessed to knowing of her husbands affair. With ample evidence she filed for divorce and left back for New York where she has been taking over the family business little by little.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Her twins. Do not have to be identical. Everything about their backgrounds can be open.

Her ex husband.

Someone to take her down the rabbit hole or to discover who she actually is as a person. She is an open, empty book.

#death mention tw #death tw #still birth tw #miscarriage tw #infertility tw #child loss tw #about

[faofinn]

DAY 17: silent tears

@febuwhump

Sheila had always struggled with pain, since she’d been a teenager. But she’d always just had to get on with it, work despite it. She’d never really been able to do anything else. When she’d met Fred at uni, he totally changed things, made her feel like she was able to rest and recover when she needed it, forced her to go to the doctors and get some painkillers, and generally made sure she was looking after herself. Whilst the pain had gotten more manageable over the years, as her and Fred had settled down to have a family, they’d had no luck. Years of trying, more heartbreak than either of them cared to admit. They’d ended up with a beautiful son though, Fred’s biological nephew, and it had ignited in Sheila this desire to help other kids out of bad situations. Fostering had been perfect for her, for them both, to heal their pain and help kids have the best start possible after the bad they’d been through. Her own childhood had been… less than ideal, and she always tried to be the person she wished she’d had back then. After all that, another son had virtually fallen in their laps, and Fao was what made their family complete. She loved both Finn and Fao with all of her heart, like they were her own. Because they were, they were family. She still tried to look after herself, found more meds that worked, and didn’t try and think about it too much. After all she’d been through, trying to have kids, she didn’t have the energy to seek out answers to questions she didn’t want to ask. The meds worked (for the most part), Fred kept her on the straight and narrow, and life plodded on.

It was easy to fall back into old habits, though, when things got busy and stressful and her pain flared up again, along with the blood she’d not been expecting, a week earlier than it should’ve been. She didn’t take her meds, tried to ignore it, but all it did was land her in bed, in pain and desperate for a break. She always tried not to show it, especially not around the kids, but she didn’t have a choice anymore, she’d hit her limit. 

Fred was at work, Finn at school, and it meant that for a little while, she didn’t need to hide. She could curl up in bed and try and pretend it didn’t exist. Without meaning to, the tears had started to fall. She buried her head in the pillow, trying to hold it in, trying not to sob. She could hardly breathe, her breath catching in her throat, as she stifled the choked sobs. She didn’t know why she wouldn’t let herself cry properly, but something stopped her. Something that said if she properly cried, she was admitting she was in pain, she was admitting she was weak. 

But she’d forgotten Fao was coming back from uni that afternoon, with a half day at uni, and when she heard the door slam, her heart sank. Trying to keep as quiet as she could, she pulled the duvet closer, ignoring the hitch in her breath as the pain flared just from the movement. 

The house was dead quiet as Fao walked in, and he frowned. He knew his brother and Dad were at school and work, but his Mum was supposedly home - she’d told him over the phone yesterday she’d be waiting for him when he got in, that they could go and get lunch together or something. She’d not read his messages, but that wasn’t that unusual. Apollo greeted him at the door, curling around his legs, and he fussed over him before calling out. 

“Mum? You home?” 

No reply. 

He headed through the living room and round into the kitchen, and she was nowhere to be found. Confused and a little worried, he headed upstairs, to find his parents bedroom door shut. He knocked softly before he opened it, greeted with a dark room, curtains drawn. 

“Mum?” He said softly, noting the lump under the duvet, back to him. “Are you alright?”

"Fao." She breathed. "I'm fine, I'm sorry. I didn’t think you'd be back so soon."

“Traffic was good for some reason.” He said, perching on the bed behind her. “What’s wrong?”

"Nothing, nothing, I'm fine."

He hummed. “Can I get you anything?”

"No, I'm fine. I'll be up in a few minutes, I won’t be long and we can go."

“It’s alright. We can miss it, there’ll be other times.”

"You've come all this way."

“Hardly that far.”

"Made the effort."

“And we can order in.”

"It's okay. I don't want to let you down."

“You’ve not.”

She whimpered as she tried to sit, wiping her tears. "I'll get dressed."

“Hey, Mum.” Fao said, a hand on her arm. “It’s alright. Lay back down?”

She shook her head, curling over her stomach instead. "I can’t."

“What’s wrong?”

"Just a bit of pain. It'll go soon, it'll pass." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince.

“Can I get you anything? Painkillers?”

"No, I'm okay."

“You don’t look okay.” Fao’s voice was gentle.

"You weren't meant to be home so soon."

“It’s okay, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

"No, don't be sorry. I should have been better for you."

“We’re allowed to have bad days.”

"I didn't mean to."

“It’s okay.”

She leaned into Fao, hand wrapped protectively across her abdomen and tears falling. "I'm sorry."

He wrapped his arms around her. “It’s okay. I just want to spend the time with you.”

"We should be going out."

“And? We’ll go some other time. What would you say to me?”

"That's not the same. I'm used to this."

“And I’m used to my head. That’s not the point.”

"Your head isn't pain."

“No, I know. That’s… that’s not the point I was making. Just because you’re used to things, doesn’t mean that they can’t just get on top of you sometimes.”

"This shouldn't happen." She knew it was her own fault. "I should've done better to keep it under control."

“But you’re only human."

"I've gotta be superhuman."

“No, you don’t.”

"I do."

“No. We just want you to be you, and look after yourself.”

"I'm meant to look after you."

“I’m an adult, you don’t always have to look after me. Sometimes I can look after you.”

"I'm glad you didn't say i didn't have to."

He laughed. “You’re never going to stop trying to look after me. But I can look after you, too.”

"We can have a movie night?"

“Yeah. What should we watch?”

"Anything."

“Lord of the Rings?” He suggested softly. “And I’ll order us some food or something.”

"Would be nice."

“Yeah. It’s so long, maybe you’ll be able to get some more sleep.”

She laughed, though winced. "I like it too much."

“Are you sure I can’t get you something? You’re obviously in pain.”

She hesitated. "Would you? They're downstairs and I just couldn't make it."

“Yeah. Of course.”

"Thank you, Fao. You're an angel."

“Got you to thank for that one.” He said. “Can I get a heat pack or something, too?”

"I wouldn't say no to one." She admitted. 

“I’ll be quick, then.” He said, kissing her cheek. “Love you, Mum.”

"Thank you, Fao. Love you too."

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