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watermelonlovershigh · 1 year

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Y/n and Harry's Daughter has a Pregnancy Scare🫄

AN: i've been getting alot of inspiration from different fics i've been reading on wattpad and this is one of them. i normally don't write in third person but with this fic i decided it was necessary. i hope you enjoy. make sure to let me know what you thought after reading it.

This story contains: mentions of teen pregnancy, talks about having sex, loving parents, mentions of abortions, slight angst, tons of comfort

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - just think young dilf looking harry era - daughters name is Marsie (MAR-C) }

word count- 2,105

After realizing her period is late, Marsie thinks back to when she forgot to take her birth control pill and freaks out with the thought she might be pregnant. In turn, she goes to her parents to seek their comfort and take a pregnancy test that her mum gives her.

Marsie was very close with her parents. Y/n and Harry had her at the young age of sixteen and now with her being eighteen and her parents being in their mid thirties, she felt like she could go to them about anything because they were young enough to understand her issues.

Like when she had her first kiss at twelve years old, Marsie went home and shared the exciting news with her parents. Instead of scolding her for being that close to a boy, Harry and Y/n gave her a high five, congratulating her, but then did proceed to have the sex talk with her.

Which wasn't that bad since she lived in a sex positive household. Meaning sex was freely talked about but always in a positive light. As in when two people loved and cared about each other sex will happen and that's okay. As long as you're being safe and both are consenting to do it.

Marsie wasn't naive. She knew she was the result of teen pregnancy. But hell, she was only twelve at this point and it was just a simple kiss. She wasn't even thinking about having sex at that age. But when Marsie got to be sixteen herself and had her a serious boyfriend, without even asking if they were having sex, Y/n along with Harry helped her get on birth control. Just to be safe.

She was very thankful she had parents that helped her take something to prevent pregnancy without even asking. Sure, when it got to that point she would have asked them herself if she could take birth control, but she's glad they thought ahead of her to avoid any awkward conversations that may have led to.

Luckily even on birth control, Marsie didn't start having sex until she was seventeen. She was just waiting for when she felt ready and at seventeen she felt ready enough to give herself up to her boyfriend. A year goes by with her and her boyfriend having sex with everything going fine. That is until a week after turning eighteen she had her first pregnancy scare.

Here's how that went:

Marsie made sure she took her birth control at the same time every day. It was routine for her at this point. But one morning after having quite a big hangover, she completely let it slip her mind to take the little round pill and mid day after eating a hearty breakfast, she and her boyfriend decided to have sex. They were at his parents guest house so they had tons of privacy and wanted to have fun.

A week goes by like normal until she realizes her period is late. Laying in her bed at the home she still shared with her parents, she contemplated on what to do. Marsie was too scared to tell her boyfriend at the moment and she was also scared to tell her parents she could be pregnant. Yes she was an adult but eighteen is still young. She wasn't ready for kids quite yet.

Not knowing what else to do, Marsie slips out of bed and pads down the hallway to her parents room. She first knocks on their bedroom door, knowing her parents do still have sex and doesn't want to be scarred for life. When she gets a, "come in." from her dad, she enters the room and shuts the door behind herself.

Marsie slowly walks over to her parents bed where they were just having morning cuddles and hesitantly sits down at the foot of the bed. Y/n sits up to look at her daughter and asks worriedly, "What is it, my baby? Somethin' wrong?"

Breathing deeply, Marsie studders, "Um, kinda. And... please, please don't be mad at me. It was dumb on my part and I should have been more careful."

Now Harry is sat up in bed as to give his full attention to his daughter. "Marsie love, you know you can tell us anythin'." Harry tells, "We won't be mad or upset. We love you and support you 100%."

Knowing it's now or never, she looks at her parents one last time before her eyes divert down to the wrinkled duvet and spits outs, "I think I'm pregnant. Well I don't know for sure but I..... um, my period is late and there was this one day last week where me and (boyfriends name) was hungover and I must have forgot to take my birth control that morning. Then you know, stuff happened later in the day and well, I'm scared. I'm not ready to be a mum."

At this point Marsie was full on crying. Saying it all out loud was nearly too much for her. "Oh sweety," her mother cooed, crawling down the bed to be at arms reach of her first born baby, "it's okay. It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this together." Y/n wraps her arms around Marsie in a comforting hug because she knows what it feels like to not have the support of your parents when you're young and pregnant, or could be pregnant.

Harry gets out of bed too and walks over to Marsie, sitting at the foot of the bed beside her. While she stays hugging her mum, he runs his hand up and down her back to add to her comfort. "Shh, love. Just like mum said, it's gonna be okay and we'll get through this. You have options and you know that."

Slowly backing away from the embrace, Y/n explains gently, adding on to what her husband said, "Yeah Marsie, you have options. But first, you don't know for sure if you are pregnant. In a minute I'll give you a test and you can take it in our bathroom, okay. Then, depending on the results, you're either not pregnant or, if you are, me and dad will go over the options you have. If you want an abortion, we are fine with that. It's your body, your choice. If you decide to keep it, we are more than happy to be grandparents, even if we aren't even forty yet."

Y/n and Harry both giggle to lighten the mood. A small, brave smile comes onto Marsie's face for the first time this morning and she speaks to both her parents at the same time, "Thank you both for being the most supportive parents I could ever wish for. Thank you so, so much. And I love you both. But now I'm ready to find out the results. The not knowing is killing me."

Y/n and Harry lean in at the same time to give Marsie one last hug before she takes the pregnancy test. When the hug is over, Y/n stands from the bed and requests her daughter to follow her into her's and Harry's bathroom. She crouches down to rummage under the sink until she finds a box of pregnancy test.

Marsie tries to erase the fact that her mom keeps pregnancy tests in her bathroom still. Are her parents...... not using protection? The thought alone makes her feel sick to her already queasy stomach. Are they trying for another baby? Her youngest sibling is nearly six. She thought her parents were done having kids.

Taking one out of the box, Y/n stands up and hands the test over. "Marsie love, do you know how to use......"

"Yes, mum. I got it from here. Thank you, though." Marsie gets slightly defensive but isn't meaning to really. She's just a nervous reck.

"Okay, okay, sweetie. I'll be back in the room with your dad. Let us know if you need anything and remember, no matter the results, we'll get through this." Y/n says before walking back in the bedroom to give her daughter some privacy. While Marsie begins to use the toilet and pee on the stick, her mum goes over to the bed where Harry is looking rather nervous himself.

"Harry babe," Y/n coos gently, sitting down beside him, "what's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, he explains, "S'just, I don't want her to go through what we went through. I know she's a bit older but not by much. And fuck, what if (boyfriends name) decides he doesn't want to be in the picture anymore if Marsie is pregnant and decides to keep it? Then what? She'll have our help of course but she's eighteen. We can't raise her child for her. She needs a partner to help. And.......and if she decides on the abortion route then, obviously we'll support that but my baby is gonna be so scared. She's already terrified. And...."

Y/n cuts her husband off by responding, "H, you've gotta calm down. If not for me, for your daughter who's currently taking a pregnancy test. She doesn't need to see our worry. It'll make her worry even more. And we don't know if she's pregnant. My period is late all the time and I'm not pregnant. I think it just runs in our family to have irregular cycles. She'll be okay and so will we. We have to be okay. The Styles family doesn't let anything get in their way."

Harry turns his head and smiles, dipping his face to nuzzle into his wifes warm neck. "Thank you," he whispers gently, "we will get through this. I love you and thank you for being the best mumma to my babies. Even if our oldest baby isn't actually a baby any more. And if Marsie is pregnant and decides to keep it, I just know you'll be the best grandma too. Just know it."

Right as he finishes speaking, the bathroom door slowly opens with Marsie standing there with her hands behind her back, now waiting on the three minute wait for the results. "Can one of you look when the timer is up? I'm so nervous I think I'm gonna be sick." Marsie asks as she walks back over to the end of the bed where her parents remained seated.

Y/n quickly stands up to allow her daughter to sit beside Harry. "I can look for you. No big deal." Yes she was scared of the results for Marsie but what's done is done.

The timer Marsie left on her phone goes off and her mum slowly enters the bathroom to turn it off and flip over the pregnancy test. The bathroom door being open so the two sitting on the bed gets a straight view. Right before Y/n turns the test over, Marise cuddles into her dad's side, him wrapping his arm around her to pull her in and comfort her.

"Ready?" her mum questions. She just hums her agreement, too afraid to open her mouth with the nausea rolling through her. Y/n flips over the pregnancy test and lets out a sigh of relief when the little screen reads NOT PREGNANT. "Oh thank God."

"What? What is it?" Marsie begs to know.

Walking back into the bedroom with the test in her hand, her mum turns it around for the both of them to see it says she's not pregnant. Happy tears spring to Marsie's eyes. Harry lets out a heavy sigh from relief as well. It's not that he doesn't want to be a grandpa but he'd rather be a grandpa when his child is ready. Not from an unwanted pregnancy.

"See," Harry begins, "told you everything was gonna be okay."

"I know. Just, I promise to be more careful next time. It was my fault and I never want to experience another pregnancy scare again." she tells them.

Hugging his daughter closer if that's even possible, Harry responds, "It's okay, love. You're eighteen. Not a baby anymore. And as much as me and your mum would like to keep you all small and innocent, we know you've grown up and that's okay. And grown ups have sex. It's normal and healthy. Well healthy if its with someone you care about. Just know no matter if this happens again or not, we'll be right here to comfort you and support you. We love you very much."

Y/n decides to finish this intimate moment with saying, "Yes, we love you so much, no matter how old you get. Now, how about you go lay back down and your dad can start us some breakfast and I'll bring it up to your room when it's done. That way your brother and sisters can't aggravate you."

And with that, Marsie makes her way back to her bedroom where she does just that.

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trollcafe · 9 months

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It'll All Decay.

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It took you two days to say goodbye to everyone for good after the trial. You were very specific about it. The last time you left for the Fleet without a goodbye, your matesprit died. So, you made sure you hunted down each person.

Marsie was the easiest, for obvious reasons. Carbyn wasn’t too hard to hunt down, you got him when he was visiting Nesseo. Two birds, one stone. Daseos and Hanagi were the same. You gave Das a letter, and asked she give it to her reading teacher.

Your siblings made their displeasure very clear. None of them liked your decision. Even Bertie seemed hesitant to speak to you. As you hugged Faxaen, you promised them it’d just be a couple weeks. You needed your things. And had to steal a cat. That got a smile out of them. Calysa was quiet, but there was more under her lime eyes that you didn’t dare dive into.

Mondes was the most difficult to track down. It seemed like he was avoiding you. His gaze was cold again. You felt like you were betraying some unspoken promise. All you could do was tell him the last time you forgot to say goodbye, someone died, and you’d had enough death for one sweep. You hesitated, resisting the urge to hug him. You stared at each other, silently, in some odd unspoken duel. You left first.

Your moirail dropped you off at the shuttle. It wasn’t a lengthy or glamorous goodbye. He didn’t ask you to stay, or questioned why you wanted to go back. Tori was a good moirail like that. Or maybe you were a bad moirail for wanting him to not express his concerns.

Time began to move in fast forward after you hugged him goodbye.

You blinked, and suddenly, you were back in space. You didn’t even remember the shuttle back to Commander Almiss’ ship. You were just there. Breathing in the stale recycled air through the filter on your mask. Each step took an eternity. Everything felt hazy and unreal. You had to be asleep. Still on Alternia, sleeping on the floor of that AirBnb while Mondes made soup in the kitchen. You could almost smell the soup on the stove.

You were on the floor. But not the AirBnb. The floor of Paenit’s office, cradling Mavrik’s head in your arms. No soup, just blood. Violet blood stained the clothes you stole from your brother. That was all you could think of in that moment. How difficult those stains would be to get out. Bertie would never forgive you. Bertie would never forgive you, and another person you loved would die before you could help them. Selfish thoughts to have in the moment.

Mavrik would have surgery to fix his jaw. You would confront Paenit about why he did it. But you didn’t have it in you to hate him for breaking Mavrik’s jaw. You just hold him as he cries, go to sleep instead.

And thus the cycle begins. You wake up. You counted the bandages in your cabinets, took stock of the medical supplies, reorganized the locked medicine box. You forced down food. You checked on Mav. You stared out a window in his recovery room. You went to sleep.

Two days becomes two weeks. Two weeks of waking up, working in the med wing, checking on Mav, staring out a window, going to bed.

Two weeks becomes a month. You stop eating. Mavrik is cleared to leave. He and his crew leave suddenly, and you forgot to say goodbye.

One month turns into two. With Mav gone, you spend more time staring out the window in your block. You wake up, attempt and ultimately fail to organize your medical supplies. You stare out a window in some random spot of the ship until Paenit finds you, and tries to get you to eat.

Three months. You tell your commander that he should find another medic. He just agreed, and you looked back out the window of his office. That’s the last time you speak to him. The medical wing you worked so hard on is now in disarray. You’re barely ever there. You spend a lot of time sleeping in Paenit’s office. And staring out the window.

Five months. You’ve stopped talking entirely. Words took too much energy. You only eat when you’re told to. You haven’t left your block in weeks. All you do is stare out the window. Watching the stars go by.

You think about her constantly. You watch the extraterrestrial clouds swirl around stars and space debris, and you think about her. How scared she must’ve been. How much pain she must’ve been in. You should’ve been out there. You could’ve stolen another ship, you should’ve called Mav to find her. If only you had gotten to her. Hanagi was a doctor, but maybe you could’ve done more. You would’ve given anything for one more minute with her. One more minute, and maybe you could’ve changed the way this played out.

Was death kind to her? Did she find peace in the stars? Did she finally meet Daisee, if the afterlife was real? Could she hear your thoughts? Did she know she was loved? If by no one else, by you? Where does the soul rest if lost in the expanse of space? Was it wrong to miss someone who caused so much hurt? Did you tell her you loved her enough? You didn’t mourn the death of that uncaring, cruel version of her. You mourned for the little kid who held your hand as she took her first steps, who learned how to braid with your hair, who taught you how to climb high into the trees. All anyone on Alternia could talk about was how horrible she was. The entire courtroom was filed with contempt for her. You sat in front of Alternia, and it took every ounce of self control not to scream into the cameras that she was still your sister. Everyone wanted her to be the villain. But even villains deserve to be mourned sometimes.

Your lusus told you once that grief was just love with nowhere to go. Grief made people do horrible things. Didn’t you do horrible things when Festur died? You didn’t have a killer to hunt down, so you made yourself out to be the murderer. You tried to kill the person you used to be, made yourself a new face. There was more blood on your hands than Twitch could ever have fathomed being a possibility. Her academy’s simulations could never conjure up the things you’ve done in the name of grief and self destruction. Like now, for instance.

You didn’t want your stuff. You didn’t want a medal, you didn’t want the cat you told Faxaen you’d steal. You didn’t come back for Mavrik, or Paenit, or your med wing. There was no way you could explain it, nobody would understand. You went back to space, because that’s where she died. And that was the only way you could be close to her again. Because you swear the stars were stained violet.

You don’t know what day it is. You just miss her. And Daisee, and Festur, and Mezaka, and Necrol. And Marsie, and Mondes, and Toresce, and Hanagi, and even Paenit. You’re so sick of death that it consumes you to the point of mourning those still alive.

You don’t know what time it is. But based on how sick you felt, Paenit was due to bring you another tray of tater tots. You barely touched the plate of hashbrowns he left. You hug your knees tighter to your chest, and rest your mask against the cool glass of the window. You were tired of this grief. You were tired of being tired.

When Paenit brings a tray of food to your block this time, you don’t just stare at him silently. You hold out your arms. Take off your mask. And finally let someone hold you while you cry.

#drabbles #jodiah monark #UM #wrow.#ask 2 tag #marsie/mondes/the cheongs & twitch are byrdstrolls #toresce & paenit are homidicalfantrolls #faxaen is sasster & calysa is roetrolls #bertie is outsidertrolls #ghost.art #i think i got em all #i know i didnt converse w/ anyone abt his isblings (or anyone elses) reactions #thats intentional !#dia's idea of their reactions is supposed to be incorrect hes delusional & spiralling!#l

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imrosalynangel · 9 days

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Late night hour thought about my selfship...♡ (please keep reading)

So, there was this point in the lives of Víctor and Marsi where romantic tension EXISTED MUTUALLY between the two of them, but neither of them wanted to confess nor ask to formally date, they were both dragging their feet and were simply a little embarrassed to take the first step (Marsi because how awkward she is, and Victor because it was his first relation he REALLY wanted to formalize, because before of this he was a huge womanizer) this until the piece of lore I'll talk about in this post.

So, Victor didn't EVER stayed in Marsi's house before, he visited but never stayed, this because Marsi still lived with her parents. But this day it was different because Marsi's parent were away due to work. So, Victor was out late because of some important things related to b-jam and their music, as he told Marsi she offered him to stay at her home, since her parents weren't there and Victor was near.

It happened as we said, Victor went to Marsi's house and stayed that night with her, kinda like a slumber party. They joked, chatted, cooked and generally had a good time together, they stayed awake till midnight even, when Marsi suggested they could watch one of Naruto's movies (as Marsi wanted to show Victor some of her interests). Mid movie the tension between the two grew stronger, this making Victor steal a kiss from Marsi (that being the first kiss they shared together, and also Marsi's first REAL KISS in all her life) she responded with joy because she was waiting for something like that to happen. At dawn they finished watching the movie, they were both happy for having kissed but they didn't plan to mention it out loud yet.

They went to sleep together but didn't shared the same bed (Out of respect and also out of some shyness), yet they slept with the company of the other, giving both a sense of cozyness. The next morning after waking up but before making breakfast, Marsi asked Victor for another kiss with a little shyness, Victor obviously gave it to her, and Marsi couldn't believe she kissed her crush AGAIN. Then, during breakfast, Victor suggested they could finally formalize their relationship, asking Marsi to be his girlfriend! At this time they formalized it privately, for a few weeks later to make the news public.

AND AFTER THIS VICTOR STOPPED BEING A WOMANIZER BECAUSE HE FOUND THE RIGHT GIRL YASSSSS!!!🩷🩷🩷

(Even so, it was difficult to adapt, but for Marsi he decided to learn how to be more loyal :3)

#american dad #b12 american dad #illustration #b12victor #american dad fanart #american dad oc #american dad sona #self ship #self shipping #american dad selfship

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tinytoasttime · 3 months

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henlo all! i ams tha toast, an i has come to share my aventures wif u! do u wants to kno about toast? read!

◌ toasty lives with win-ma (@winnie-therat) an all her famlys! my brothers an sister do not get to lives inside housething like me >:3 (toast is not old enough to go outside with them yet)

◌ toasty is only baby! i ams only 5 months old, an hav been wif win-ma for almost all my lifes! (toast has been with us for about 4 months)

◌ toasty likes to play an nomnom an fight ankles all day! an nappynap on my chair. an then play an nomnom somemores!

◌ marsy (@cavefairy) helps me talk wif u all! be nice or i shall nomnom on u. toasty does not like meanies!

toasttags! #toamst : average toastings #toastytalk : u ask, toasty ansers :3 #sibbies : toastys siblings! gwen an pyro an loki

#toamst #toastytalk #sibbies

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byrdtrollsunoreversearchive · 20 days

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bee: if you could have dinner with up to any 4 individuals, living or dead, who would they be?

"Hmmm."

"You know, I'd like to meet someone, from a long time ago. like thousands upon thousands of sweeps old. I know there are important trolls that are that age, but just like. Someone who was kind of a nobody, you know? Somebody who lived a hundred sweeps tops tens of centuries ago and was just like, a blacksmith, or something. Theres a lot we know about history. But theres also a lot we don't."

"I think that would be really interesting."

"other answers are more depressing. I... I know its stupid. And I had a million chances. And he did come over to say goodbye to me. And whatever I had to say I should have said it then. But I'd really like to talk to Marsie one last time. I really missed him. I missed him so much I tore my entire fucking life apart. It's still hard to kill the part of me, that want's to be like, this can't be it. We're literally both right here. We're both alive. Neither of us thought there was a chance in hell we could- have a conversation at all. And it's just. not going to happen. And it's all my fault. It's because of how I acted, and what I did... I'm not gonna act on this."

"But it's kind of hard as hell to just walk around, knowing that." She says, her voice cracking.

"Fuck" Bee inhales, trying to pull herself together. "I've still got two more, don't I?"

"Not a huge fan of my biological ancestor. I wouldn't want to meet Hascha. But HIS ancestor. The prince guy Hascha was the descendant off. Even more old as fuck. From like medieval Alternia. That guy seems cool. I heard he was a musician. I saw a statue of him in a museum."

"If I picked up a textbook. I'm sure I could find a scientist or mathematician, from history, that I'd want to meet. But I can't name one off the top of my head. Just an old scientist. Is that four?"

"Yeah, I think that's all of them."

#bee asks #ask tag

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toms-cherry-trees · 1 year

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If you write long ass fics and don't put them behind a "read more" I am going to come with a pipe and smash your kneecaps

#marsie talks #writer #online writing #writing stuff #writers struggle #please use the goforsaken read more #writer things

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shadowthrone-ammanas · 1 year

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'Life' as a Ghost Drabbles: Dumb Idea

Summary: Due to time travel shenanigans, Snatcher finds himself in a strangely familiar position- Kid Lukas: “Are you the monster under my bed? I just want someone to talk to.”

Hat Kid had stressed quite stringently the dangers of changing the past so maybe this was a bad idea. But ever since their trip to the past thanks to Mu and Moonjumper, Snatcher hadn’t quite been able to get it out of his mind. He wasn’t going to touch or talk to anyone though, in fact he was going to stay invisible the whole time because he just wanted to see the forest and the town prior to the Big Freeze.

To avoid temptation he’d even done his best to land in a time period before he’d been born. How accurate he’d come to that was hard to say but upon floating invisibly into town and checking a news stand he found mention of Queen Marsi, Vanessa's mother if he recalled correctly, being in charge so he was probably in good shape. He was free to explore a little.

The town was… well, the town. Once he’d thought it nothing special and by modern standards it certainly wasn’t but now it felt weird to float through. Like it was a fictional place instead of a real one. All the people wondering through – far less than most modern towns housed – felt fake too, like actors walking through a movie set.

Perhaps coming here had been a mistakes for more reasons than he’d originally thought. And yet, he kept going, deftly avoiding folk, hiding in the shadows. He just needed to get this out of his system. He’d go the castle, poke around a bit and then…

That house across the street… he knew it and the houses surrounding it. His childhood home. Wow, he hadn’t thought about it in so long he wouldn’t have been able to describe it or say with any accuracy where it had been located if someone had asked him to. But that was it for sure.

He quickly looked both ways, ensuring no horse drawn carriages would be coming through, before crossing over. A quick poke around here and then to the castle would surely be fine.

Inside, the living room was uncomfortably familiar. Worse than that though was the even more uncomfortably familiar humming coming from the kitchen. This was a dumb idea! What the peck was he thinking? He should leave. … He didn’t though.

Instead, to get away from the humming, he phased through the nearest interior wall. Landing him in… his old room. Seems he’d been a bit off in his attempt to land in a time before he’d been born because this was his room. A younger version of himself sat in the middle of the bed, playing with a couple stuffed animals.

“Hello?” Kid Lukas said, looking up. His eyes slid over but didn’t quite catch on where Snatcher hung frozen in the air invisible. “Someone there?”

Seems Snatcher had always had a connection to the supernatural. Not that being able to sense the presence of a ghost was particularly uncommon especially with how powerful he was. A very good reason to leave immediately though. But… he didn’t.

The temptation to warn this kid about Vanessa was stronger than he’d thought it’d be. So much pain and suffering could’ve been avoided if he’d just kept his ambition in check and hadn’t decided to start courting her in hopes of being king one day. Technically he’d gotten what he’d wanted of course but… the cost, not just to himself but to the kingdom as a whole, was a lot to say the least. And it could all be avoided with just a little bit of advice given to a child.

“Are you the monster under my bed? I wanted someone to talk to which is why I summoned you. It took you a while to show up but that’s okay. I get lost sometimes too.”

Right, yeah, now that he thought about it, Snatcher did have vague memories of trying to summon a monster to live under his bed. Hadn’t he also at some point been convinced he’d succeeded? If that was the case then maybe playing along a bit and giving just a little bit of advice to try to mitigate how bad the whole Vanessa thing was wouldn’t cause too many disastrous consequences?

No, no, no. He shouldn’t risk it. Unless… no. Being here where he was so tempted was stupid but he wasn’t a complete idiot. He fled, floating up through the ceiling to avoid any more unpleasant surprises. Instead of all this, he would just float around in the forest for a bit before heading back to his own time. … Maybe he would explore the castle a little bit too as he’d originally been planning.

#my writing #ahit #a hat in time #ghost kid #ghost kid drabbles #snatcher

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 2 months

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Also in the medieval times they could have said Babey was depressed due to demonic possession so time to call the exorcist (?)

THAT IS ANOTHER QUESTION IS DEMONIC POSSESSION A COMMON FEAR IN WESTEROS

I know not

To be safe I might go with another herb that won’t be as icky grotty as st John’s wort could beeeeeee

MARISE MY LOVE YOU HAVE ALL THE IDEAS AT THIS PERILOUS TIME OF NIGHT

#spreading my arsie for marsie #em’s WIP talks

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plan-3-tmars · 5 months

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Intro to my blog !! :3

~ any prns | 15 (08) | only ENG | 🇮🇪/🇵🇹 | you can call me mars or marsy! I'm bi and non-binary

~ mainly posting reblogs or talking about stuff I like, such as:

milgram

trigun

dungeon meshi

+ various different fiction podcasts!

~ basic dni; just be nice n respectful! (also 🇵🇸🇵🇸)

~ if you wanna be mutuals feel free to DM! new friends are welcome, I mostly follow back anyway

~ my blog isn't sorted by tags, sorry, I frankly can't be bothered to keep up with something like that but I'm gonna start using #marsy lore when i share stories about me, most likely in reblogs

~ I'm buried and corruption aligned, like a worm in the dirt 🪱⚰️

#i dont have a rentry or anything fancy like that cuz i suck at tech its rlly bad #i have the knowledgeable equivalent to an old lady in that area #but yeah i feel like it was about time i should make one of these #idrk what else to add so. lmk ig?? or dont but like my asks are there #also im in the trenches of a cowboy bebop obsesseion which is rlly bad cuz the fandoms so dead #i look at the tag on here and can hear crickets chirping #cutie kazui thing is by user harukaenthusiast everyone say thank you

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codythecheshirecat · 6 months

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I Think I've Been Interacting With Myself Differently Lately CH 8

AO3

Cody's stubbornness reappears. He and Rex have a talk where nothing is communicated.

Bored on his lunch break, Cody taps through various files on his datapad. There are three reminders for the month, a handful of photos and videos sent to him by brothers and friends who thought he’d appreciate them (some are comedic, some are serious, and he’s kept them all whether he liked them or not because he appreciates the thought), and-

His notes from Gregor’s class. He bites the inside of his cheek– an annoying, new habit that he can’t break- and opens the file. He stares at his notes for Deadnaming. He’s memorized the words, but reads them anyway.

And then he turns his attention to the topics he has yet to continue researching– Gender Identity, Transgender, and Sexual Orientation. He’s not sure why he hasn’t researched them more. He’s had plenty of time to do so. And, honestly, these concepts aren’t foreign– Kamino hadn’t exactly prepared them for the wider galaxy in any way other than for war, but Cody has been around. He’s paid attention. He’s learned.

So he can’t really explain why it’s easier to throw himself out of a gunship during open fire than it is to search those terms again.

People who don't experience any sexual attraction for anyone often call themselves asexual.

Clearly there’s more than one definition for the term asexual, considering this is a very different usage than asexual reproduction. Why use the same term? Because there’s no sexual partner? Surely it must get confusing.

Transgender is an umbrella term for individuals whose gender identity, gender expression or behavior does not conform to that typically associated with the sex to which they were assigned at birth.

Cody can honestly say that he’s never put enough thought into his own gender to even think this might be a possibility. The Kaminoans had told them they were clones, and that was that. Nothing more to think about.

And now there are things like taxes and gender to think about, Cody thinks, rolling his eyes internally. People honestly think about this?

How much thought did Rex put into realizing he was attracted to Senator Organa? About Queen Organa? Did he think about it at all?

Actually, here’s a new thought: is Cody supposed to be thinking about that all?

Am I the odd one out?

“You look like you want to kill that thing,” Sen says, sliding into the chair beside him. “You alright?”

Cody turns the datapad off. “I’m fine,” he says. “Although, I’d appreciate a distraction.”

Her lips twitch into a grin. “Anything in particular?”

“Anything.”

She pulls a datapad from her pocket. “Alright, so we’re trying to find something to do with you for your birthday. Marsi thinks we should be sneaky about it and make it a surprise, and Fi is insistent that mini golfing is the best activity.”

“And you disagree with both of them?” cody guesses.

“Not really, they both have good points. I definitely think we should do something you’ve never done before, though. You ever been to a concert?”

Have I ever been to a concert? “I was present for a handful of celebratory events that involved music,” Cody says. “Other than that, no.”

“No, then. Well, I’ve been looking at concerts happening around your birthday here on Coruscant.”

Cody tilts his head. “Anything I’ve heard of?”

“Let’s see. Poor Man’s Poison?”

“No.”

“Lovejoy?”

Cody shakes his head.

“Hey Violet?”

“Maybe?”

“Probably not,” Sen says, eyeing the datapad. “Have you heard of Taylor Swift?”

“I don’t live under a rock, Sen,” Cody says. “I know Taylor Swift.”

“Would you go to one of her concerts?”

“I wasn’t made to deal with that crowd,” Cody says.

“What about Snail Mail?”

Cody is suddenly transported back to the Negotiator, where he’d borne witness to the tail end of a conversation about what the world would be like if they were all snails. “No snails, please.”

Sen puts her datapad on the table. “Well, that was all of them.”

Cody stares at the datapad, where ‘Ghost’ is clearly written underneath Snail Mail. “What’s Ghost?”

Sen snorts. “Ghost is my favorite band, and definitely not your speed, Cody.”

“Ghost company.”

“That’s great, and I still think it’s not your speed.” Sen shakes her head. “Trust me, you’d fit in better with the Swifties.”

“Skywalker would fit in with the Swifties,” Cody says. “I’ve made up my mind. Tell the others we’re seeing Ghost in concert.”

“It’s a terrible idea to do that.”

“Your insistence is only making me more stubborn.” Cody tilts his head. “I was supposed to be a Captain, you know. Alpha-17 was supposed to train me as a Captain. Commander happened because I didn’t take no for an answer.”

They have a stare off. Cody has two minutes until he has to clock back in for lunch. After a moment, Sen sighs.

“Alright, your funeral. I’ll tell the others it’s your deepest wish to go see Ghost in concert. You want a heads up of what their concerts are like?”

“Is it anything like the battlefield?”

“I can’t imagine that it is.”

“Then I’ll be fine,” Cody stands, tilting his head like a polite bow. “Enjoy your break, Sen.”

Rex breaks into his apartment and makes himself caf. Cody watches him, not saying a word, knowing that Rex knows he’s there and that this is an intricate ritual that they must take part in and that neither of them fully understand.

This is what it’s like having brothers, as Cody understands it.

Rex has brought with him an Orchid plant. He sets it on Cody’s counter, and Cody eyes the handwritten note attached– all he can see from this distance is Fox’s signature.

Finally, Rex situates himself on the opposite end of Cody’s couch and stares at him.

Cody deems it time to talk. “Rex.”

“Cody,” Rex says. “Fox made me bring that Orchid.”

“I figured,” Cody says. “Rex, how did you know you were interested in the Organas?”

Rex blinks at him like a fish out of water. Cody waits patiently for him to get his mind back together. “What?”

“How did you know you were interested in the Organas?” Cody repeats. “What was the thought process?”

Rex gives him a curious look. “There wasn’t a thought process.”

Well, that doesn’t make sense. “You have to have thought about it.”

“It’s more of a feeling,” Rex says. “Like when you’re on the battlefield, and you’re acting on instinct more than conscious thought.”

“You have to have thought it through.”

“Whether or not I wanted to act on it, sure. Not the attraction itself.”

Cody stares at him. “Is that not the same?”

“No,” Rex says slowly, making his thinking face. “What’s another metaphor? It’s like facial expression and verbal communication.”

“I’m not following,” Cody says, frowning hard. “How are they like attraction?”

“Cody, what’s this about?” Rex asks. He sets his cup of caf on the floor. “Is everything alright?”

Like when you’re on the battlefield, and you’re acting on instinct more than conscious thought. It’s like facial expression and verbal communication. “Do you not think about your facial expressions?”

“...Only when I might have to disguise the expressions on my face,” Rex says. “Are you saying you do?”

“I think we might be looking at the same thing from different angles,” Cody says. He bites his cheek again. “Different words, same thing. Forget about it.”

“If you’re sure,” Rex says. “Did you still want to talk about Bail and Breha..?”

“No,” Cody says. “Forget about that, too. Do you have birthday plans?”

#star wars #tcw #commander cody #writing #no order 66 #au

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