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The Rabbit Done Died (v. 2)

"The rabbit died" is an old saying meaning one is pregnant, coming from the now no longer practiced rabbit test.

You want to be pregnant. You're trying to become pregnant. Or you are pregnant. Even if you're not typically in possession of a womb, somehow it's happening. Are you scared? Excited? Nervous? Happy? Gassy? A combination of everything? And who's the father, anyway?

1. Post with your character with their name and series in the subject line. If you want to avoid any of the options, this would also be a good place to list them.
2. This is one of those RNG memes, so you'll want to go to our good friend Random Number Generator and roll 1-9 for your situation. Or just pick what one you'd prefer.
3. If you're replying to someone, roll 1-4 for how you factor into this madness!

So, where are you anyway?

1. Trying to become pregnant - Sometimes it takes some trying. But at least the trying isn't unpleasant.

2. One month - You're just starting to suspect. You just missed a period. Or you just tested positive. Whichever it is, you have a long way to go.

3. Two months - Sooooo all this sickness is kind of annoying, isn't it? At least you can still fit in your old clothes, right?

4. Four months - Okay, so things are getting a little tight. Time to break out the flowy stuff!

5. Six months - OH MY GOD IT'S AN ALI-- oh, no. It's just the baby moving. Although it's still kind of creepy, isn't it?

6. Eight months - Please. Please let it be over. Have mercy.

7. Overdue - C'mon kid! I'll buy you a pony! NO! TWO PONIES! My baaaaaack.

8. In labor - Exactly what it implies. You're having that kid!

9. Wildcard - Your choice!

What's your role in this whole mess, person replying?

1. YOU ARE THE FATHER - Well, now you've gone and done it. Are you going to take responsibility, or head for the hills?

2. Friend - You may not have done the deed, but you're going to be there to help your buddy. No matter HOW weird the circumstances!

3. Enemy - Do you feel a 'HAW HAW' coming on? This is just too funny.

4. Wildcard - Second verse, same as the first.

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Edited 2013-07-01 08:50 (UTC)

[warning for probable body horror with this one--although I'm fine with some 'oops slept around one too many times with loose women' too!]

[Six months. Six months of pure, unadulterated, heart-stopping terror and fits of paranoia that could put a conspiracy theorist to shame. Warsman doesn't know if he's had a full night's sleep in any of that time- only yesterday his last client caught him trying to trying to feed the cat cement and pave their garden path with Whiskas- and he's not even the one bearing the brunt of the- ah- the matter. So to speak.

Somehow, he's gone all of this time without saying the word "pregnant". Even "expecting" brought him out in chills for a while, which, needless to say, was anything but kind on his conversational skills. He's worked on it, though. Now it only compels him to throw a deeply apologetic look Sasuke's way. Progress indeed.

Now he's hovering in the doorway on his return from work, looking anxiously around the flat for Sasuke. He's not sure what he expects to see every time he does this (no, he does know, he's just too nervous to linger on the image for too long) but it's become habitual even so.]

Sasuke...? [He closes the door behind him, feeling faintly like an intruder.]

Edited 2013-07-01 12:35 (UTC)

[Mostly here for midwife things]

[For the first three months--he refused to call it a 'trimester', the same way that Warsman skirted around and made vague allusions to Sasuke's 'condition'--his body tried as hard as it could to purge itself of its parasite, in as many ways as it could think of to do so. He ran scorching fevers, his chakra flared until the pathways burned from overuse, everything he put in his mouth he vomited back up, and the other end of his digestive tract was just as eager to contribute. If he wasn't sick, he was sleeping, more heavily than he had since before the massacre; eventually he'd ended up nestled in a plush blue blanket at all times, moving only to shuffle from the bedroom to the master bath and back. Sonya developed a habit of standing watch over him, following him from the foot of the bed to the side of the toilet and barking at any dust motes that swirled too close and even whining in distress when Warsman offered her usually-beloved leash.

Abruptly, around the fourth month, his body evidently decided that what had been an infection was now a passenger to be nurtured. The nausea was gone, the fevers stopped, his chakra recentered itself into a warm pulse at his midsection and then stabilized. He found himself constantly and voraciously hungry; he spent a day destroying an entire crate of oranges and was awake again at three the next morning, sleepily trying to find his way around a box of pancake mix. Sonya didn't relax any, but she seemed happier now that she didn't have to leave her self-appointed guard post to relieve herself. (Less pleasantly, his passenger began to shift its position and decided his bladder was the most comfortable place for it to lean against; thus his trips to the bathroom were only slightly less frequent albeit much less unpleasant than when they'd been caused by his stomach.)

The second three months were a breeze compared to the first--early on, he could even forget that he was--expecting, as Warsman had taken to saying, but that luxury was fleeting and disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. The first three months took so much weight with them that he began to show almost immediately, with too little body fat to conceal the developing fetus.

Then the fixation began, and the physical symptoms took a back seat. The swelling of his ankles, the aching of his back, the heartburn whenever he ate something that had been fried didn't matter when every few minutes gave him a new movement to focus on--fleeting, something like the Hyuuga clan's gentle fist without any of its destructive power.

Month six is halfway through now, and the fixation only increases with each new wiggle. He's lying on his back on the sofa, in loose sweatpants and a stolen shirt of Warsman's that keeps slipping off his shoulder but is too comfortable for him to care; none of his own shirts fit him anymore, anyway, and he refuses to give in to Hattie's incessant nagging to take him shopping for maternity wear no matter how big he gets.

Which could be very big--apparently Warsman was as large as a baby as he is as an adult. Sasuke closes his eyes and quietly thanks all of his ancestors that this child will be delivered surgically.

His child. Their child--he still can't quite wrap his head around it, and he's still more terrified than anything else. That doesn't stop the baby from turning endless somersaults, or Sonya from curling up in his elbow with her head against the swell of his upper belly. He smooths her fur to give his hand something to do as he waits; the space between the door clicking open Warsman actually entering the apartment has gotten shorter, but just barely. Both of them are still having nightmares.]

Living room.

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gaila ↝ star trek (reboot)

Roxy Lalonde || Homestuck

Sasuke Uchiha | Naruto | OTA

Percy Jackson | Percy Jackson And The Olympians | OTA but please no Heroes of Olympus spoilers!

Cain Hargreaves | Earl Cain Series | OTA

Peeta Mellark | The Hunger Games | OTA

Kakashi Hatake | Naruto | OTA

Rory Dubois | Teahouse | OTA

1-5 the only thing I regret is-- no wait I regret nothing

Annette Renard | Castlevania | OTA

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Nyota Uhura | Star Trek | ota

Temari | Naruto | ota

Bilbo Baggins | The Hobbit

Chummy Browne | Call the Midwife

James Kirk | Star Trek | m/m

Sookie Stackhouse | True Blood | ota

Kili | The Hobbit

Loki | mcu | m/m

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Thranduil | The Hobbit |

Belle | ouat | ota

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