Hopes and Fear - Louis!CentricMpreg
A/N: IDK, I tried XD…it’s just a little short inspired by the larger of the three gifs and I guess a prequel to A Little Misfortune
Louis sighed, the tears dripping down the side of his more than swollen face and onto the pillow under his head. He was so hopelessly tired, all he wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep, to close his eyes and pull his blankets over his head and just sleep. But he couldn’t. No, no the heavy weight at his middle was too much. He must have been crazy to think this was a good idea, that continuing with this pregnancy was anything but insanity. He was so young, only twenty-three years old, had such a promising career ahead of him. Was he really going to toss it all away for-for the child of a man he barely knew, would he even love this child. He didn’t love the man, would he love the child they managed to make together? Could he. That was the real question, could he love this child.
There were so many negative feelings attached to how it, she, her, if Louis was going to keep her he was going to need to start thinking of her as an actual person. He already spent months pretending he wasn’t pregnant, but today his OB had run that wand along his belly and happily proclaimed that the next Tomlinson to come into this world would be a little girl and suddenly it became all so real for Louis. His gas bubble wasn’t a gas bubble anymore, no, no it was a human, a girl to be exact and Louis was twenty weeks, four days and 20 hours from being in charge of her life. That blurred, drunken one night stand had left him with more than a headache and a new found hate for Radio 1 DJ Nick Grimshaw. He still can’t believe he allowed the man inside him, that worm must have slipped something in his drink. Louis will stand be that story until his last breath, no matter what Zayn says about his type. ‘Cheeky, leggy and curly.’ The three things Zayn claimed Louis looked for in a top, if a man was all three and fit, they would have Louis under them before they could blink. Louis thought Zayn was full of it, and needed a go cock up his ass to clear the dust from his brain.
Louis sighed and turned to the clock, ‘4:46’, he needed to be up at six if he wanted to beat the morning rush. Living in the heart of London did have it’s disadvantages. Sighing again Louis cast his eyes downward, to the large mound that hides the reminder of the worst one off he’s had to date. Tiny fluttering movements coming from under his skin, seems like he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep tonight. Carefully Louis lifts his hand to rest on the swell, thumb stroking upwards along the smooth surface. Shakily he exhales, letting go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding back. This really is the first time he’s touched his belly since he began to show, really felt it. Most of the time he only has to touch it in the shower, or when he’s brushing away Zayn’s hand so they can actually get some work done. Gently he strokes his belly, the tips of his fingers pressing into the soft cotton as he searches for the little girl growing inside him. She’s still moving quiet fast, small twitching movements that seem to be centered under Louis’ belly button.
"We’re going to be rooming together for a while.” Louis’ voice cracks as he talks, shaking slightly from the hour and the rush of hormones from his cry. "Just you, and me." Louis nearly breaks into a fresh round of tears at his own words, pretty soon it won’t be just him. For the rest of his life there’s going to be a second person who he’ll need to put before himself. It’ll be him and-and, "You don’t even have a name yet, do you." Louis pokes at his stomach softly, the resulting wiggle shaking him slightly. It’s so much stronger than anything he has felt before this. "Roommates should know each other’s proper names yeah." Another wiggles, this time Louis can’t help but smile. Even if there’s a little voice inside his head, one that sounds horribly like Zayn That Fucker Malik, telling him about the benefits to talking to an unborn. He’ll just ignore that voice, he’s so good at doing that after all. "You should really talk to your father about that whole name thing, he’s a lazy sod if he hasn’t at least considered a few names." Louis’ smile widens just slightly as he runs his hand along the length of his stomach, lifting his fingers up and walking them to the spot the baby is pressed against. "What do you say to a simple name? Nothing formal, or fancy, or that’ll be mispronounced until you’re ninety." Again there’s a wiggle, Louis’ beginning to like this method of communication they’ve got going. "Maybe Abby?" There’s no wiggle this time. Louis smiles. "Not Abby then. Zoe, Zoe Tomlinson does have a nice ring to it." There’s a shift this time, the baby pressing herself away from his hand and into his side. Louis laughs at that, she doesn’t seem like she’s too happy with that idea. "Libby?" Short and sweet names, he doesn’t want her to have to struggle with spelling her own name. Nothing. "How about Lucy."
There’s a beat, a pause and then a tiny little hand presses out against his own. Little fingers forming the smallest of waves in his skin, he can count each and every finger. It’s good to know she’s not a mutant with nine fingers, after all Louis still isn’t sure Nick isn’t some type of alien. Louis smiles down at his belly, lifting his finger and bringing it down softly. Tapping the area above the baby, and smiling when the little hand returns.
"Tap, tap Lucy bell." Louis rubs his finger over the top of his belly, his baby wiggling happily up at him. He can do this, he can love her. He already does. "Daddy loves you Lucy."
WIP of another drawing I’m working on. I injured my dominant wrist so drawing with a brace on is a bit hard
I like this pose a lot, but I can never seem to do it right or make it look goodAlso please don’t look at the feet ew gotta redo them
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Distance - ConWeCallLove (Harry/Zayn)
Zayn Malik is lead singer for the band Lightwood. It’s not the most popular band in the world, but Zayn knows he’ll always have the support of his best friend. Harry loves Zayn and Zayn loves Harry, but with Zayn constantly gone, the two haven’t gotten the chance to make anything really official. Harry’s getting tired of the constant waiting, but what happens when Zayn leaves for America? (mpreg)
Guilt - softzayn (Harry/Zayn)
Zayn cheated on Harry a few months ago, he told Harry he ended it but he lied. Harry breaks down and confronts Zayn about it on the night of their 3 year anniversary. (mpreg, cheating, angst, marriage)
It’s been rough - rayraycash (Harry/Zayn)
Some of the best things in life are the things we thought we never wanted to begin with. For example, teen pregnancy.
hard times for fishdaddy
Bun in the Oven- Marshall lee and Gum ball Mpreg fanfic comic.
Page one of many
Here where the fun begins people
Note: Comic wise Gumball will be following a certain time progression in their world however outside the comic i will be drawing gumball back and forth in many stages just to have some fun with the blog >u<. Im still taking moment suggestions which will be short comic by themselves away from the main story arch. so that we all get our feels bitch slapped and welcomed with out ready bodies UvU. I hope You enjoy chapter two as much as chapter one!
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Hannibal expected visitors. But the one person he never thought he would see again stood in front of him. His eyes were the same color of blue. However they looked exhausted, the redness contrasting with the blue.
"Hello Hannibal." Will adjusted the horrid glasses he had begun to wear once again.
"Hello dear Will. It is nice to see you again." Hannibal truly meant it.
"Well, I can’t say the same for myself." Will’s fingers fidgeted.
"What brings you here, Will. Not that I don’t enjoy your company."
A few seconds of silence passed before them. Will let out a sigh, “Hannibal I’m leaving.”
"Where to, Will?" Hannibal hid his dislike. He had found some comfort in knowing that William wasn’t far from him.
"Somewhere far away, somewhere no one can bother us."
Hannibal had caught the plurality. Will was moving away with someone. Hannibal clenched his hands. ‘Control’ Hannibal had to remind himself.
Will saw the faint twitch in Hannibal’s monotone face.
"Who are you leaving with?"
Will looked away from Hannibal, should he tell him. He could leave right now. No. He had to tell Hannibal. Even though he hated what Hannibal had done he still cared for him. And he was not a person that would keep such things a secret. Especially now.
"Excuse me for a moment." Will walked away from Hannibal and left his view of sight.
A minute or two passed. Hannibal heard foot steps approach.
Beautiful was all Hannibal could think. In Will’s arms was a creature made from two. A creature who had taken from Will his nose and hair. And from himself it had taken his eyes.
"Hannibal," Will looked from him to to the child. "This is Mykolas."
"Mykolas." Hannibal repeated as he was wonder struck.
William got closer to Hannibal. The baby in his hands took in the surrounding. He stopped though in order to look at the man behind the cage. Mykolas didn’t know who the man was but something about him sat well with him. Mykolas let out a sound of amusement, reaching out.
"How old is he?" Hannibal kept his gaze on the baby.
"He’s six months old." Will held onto Mykolas’ tiny foot.
Mykolas keep trying to get closer to Hannibal. Will hesitated, afraid as he remembered all the pain Hannibal could cause. But as he watched Hannibal’s face come the closest it has been into showing emotion Will to get closer.
Mykolas wrapped his fingers around the metal bars. Hannibal with a hint of hesitation touched Mykolas’ sensitive skin. Fingers then wrapped around his own. Such tiny hands held tightly. Hannibal smiled. The child responded with one of his own. Mykolas really liked this man.
Will’s heart broke. The warmth from seeing his love meet their child was too much. It cracked him. The bittersweetness of it all was haunting.
"Hannibal," Will felt his voice waver.
Hannibal moved his attention toward his dear Will.
"You bastard." Hannibal was prepared for this. He deserved this.
"What you did was unforgivable. I’m not talking about your crimes against strangers. What you did, what you did could have kept him from coming into this world. I’m so angry at you. I-I feel so betrayed. You are lucky my anatomy is different than that of a woman’s. You selfish, you selfish-" Will couldn’t finish tears rushing down his face.
"I understand Will."
Will studied Hannibal and he was surprised he saw something close to sadness. Mykolas started crying, sensing the distress both the man with a familiar warmth and the man with a strong face felt.
Blue and brown eyes quickly went to Mykolas’.
"Shh, little one. Shh, nothing’s wrong Mykolas." Hannibal rubbed his thumbs over the tiny hands, although the hand cuffs made it a difficult task.
Mykolas calmed down slightly. Will did as well. Hannibal’s voice calming them.
Will then realized that it was time for him to go. No matter how much he wanted to stay.
"Hannibal, it’s time for me to get going." Hannibal let go of Mykolas’ hands. Suddenly he felt the need to touch Will, one last time.
Will was about too walk away but he too felt he needed to feel once more. Their lips met between the metal. When they parted they stared at each other.
"Take care of yourself Will and Mykolas." Hannibal looked from Will’s blue to Mykolas’ brown.
Will took a few steps back as he nodded. “Goodbye Hannibal Lecter.” ‘I love you’ Will finished in his mind.
He walked away, he once thought seeing Hannibal go through the pain he had would be satisfing. But now that he’d seen it he wished he never had.
"Goodbye William Graham." As his love and his son left, for the first time in this life Hannibal felt regret for his actions. "My love." Hannibal spoke but Will was gone. For the second time in his life Will had made him cry.
Maybe you should start performing background checks on the people you take home Alan.
'cause you're having my baby - pendragoh (Zayn/Liam)
“I’m so lucky, y’know? Like, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and you’re giving me this precious gift, yeah? And,” he swallows, throat feeling a bit tight. “I hope you know I am so thankful, and I love you a lot?”
Or, Zayn is pregnant, and fluff and smut.
You gave me magical, I gave you wonderful - Paynegerous (Liam/Zayn)
The one where Zayn’s ready to be a dad, Liam wants Zayn to stop calling himself fat, Harry’s protective as fuck, Louis hates nipple pads and Niall just wants to celebrate his birthday. (mpreg)
Fuck you all the time - softzayn (Liam/Zayn)
Zayn’s incredibly horny but Liam’s 34 weeks pregnant, you see his dilemma.
More Than Just A Bump - softzayn (Niall/Harry)
Niall wants a baby, Harry doesn’t. But eventually Niall manages to get his away and “just a bump”, turns into more. Despite Harry’s constant denial of the whole situation. (mpreg, bottom!niall)
Putting my defenses up - wemovealong (Niall/Harry)
Niall has a secret. Harry likes him anyway. (highschool!au, kissing)
Wrap it up with a pretty little bow - narrylife (Niall/Harry)
Niall finds out he’s pregnant on Christmas and is trying to tell Harry (fluff, pregnant!niall, Christmas fluff)
Miracles - wrksout (Niall/Harry)
There’s not a thing Niall would change. It just feels perfect, he thinks, that the baby is kicking softly the side of his belly just where Harry has his hand and there’s music playing while the boys try to cook dinner for all of them. It fits, like this is just what was meant to happen and Niall has never felt so happy in his whole life. (chaptered)