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charisstomaTitle: Unplanned
Author: charisstoma
Prompts: 84. Supernatural Detectives/Investigators 89. Pregnancy
Rating: PG
Fandom: original
Pairing: slash
Word count: 720
Warnings: mpeg
Summary: There are repercussions from a night of fun.
Lunch didn’t sit well in his belly today. For that matter neither did breakfast. Maybe he’d caught some illness that had a long incubation period. It could have happened at that gathering he’d crashed three weeks ago. The drinks had been good but he’d never tasted anything like most of them. They’d carried quite a punch too because some of the things, literally, that he’d seen, after the fete had gotten going, were surreal.
He hadn’t realized that it had been a costume event until after those few drinks he’d had. People with wings translucent and feathered. People with fur trousers and odd hoof like shoes. There’d been a few people whose costumes were excellent imitations of large animals, to the point you’d never know that they weren’t the real thing if they’d just not been so damned big. Then there’d been the costumes that would give him nightmares if he thought on them before going to bed.
He’d gotten a few odd looks from those who happened to notice him. Some had just handed him their used drink glasses as if he were the hired help, others had slipped hands into places they had no business going with someone that they’d never met before.
His real mistake was wandering off into the pretty labyrinth on his own to try to recover from the drinks effects and not noticing that he wasn’t alone. The three who were his companions had hands that wandered freely and mouths that nibbled behind ears, on collar bones, and hips. They’d done a fine job of divesting him of his clothing without interrupting the other things they were doing. Fine work they did taking him out of what mind he had left and he’d never thought to remind them to put on a condom. In the morning he’d had interesting bruises and aches in pleasant places when he woke chilled on the dewed grass.
He shook his head at himself and made an appointment to see his old doctor when he went to visit the homestead. The discretion, when he’d been a young confused boy asking what was wrong with him that his sexual preferences were for his own gender, made him trust that whatever was wrong with him now, his childhood doctor would handle it in the same manner.
They ran the blood tests three times. He was beginning to change into a turnip and he wanted to remind them that turnips didn’t have any blood. Squeezing wasn’t going to change that.
The physical exam was more intrusive then usual and a lot of prodding of his belly took place. Finally they got to the really embarrassing part. Questions about what unusual things or occurrences he’d had in the last month. What people had he met that he might have had more then a good time with? Frankly, he was starting to be nauseous.
He mentioned the party and the strong drinks there had been there. And he’d mentioned the three who had celebrated with him in the labyrinth. His doctor had asked him a very strange question then, ‘Did he find any objects laying amongst his clothes when he put them on? ‘ Odd that. There had been three things stuck into his shirt, his shoe, and his pants. He’d found a small worn smooth river stone, a piece of thistle down, and a perfect periwinkle wildflower.
Long story short. His old doctor had dragged out family secrets for him. His parents had never told him that he’d been found abandoned as a baby. By his first birthday, he’d had corrective surgery on his ears and food allergies that luckily the old doctor was able to cure. This last he’d said with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to demonstrate how to make a green plant that was sitting on his window sill suddenly burst into bloom.
The doctor’s diagnosis: He’d met three nice young fae who were pledged to him and whose child he now carried. The doctor hoped that he’d kept the tokens so that the fathers could be there with him for the birth. But not to worry the doctor had a nice garden behind the house with many vegetables. When the time came, they’d set him out there with a pillow and blanket in the cabbage patch.
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Author: charisstoma
Prompts: 84. Supernatural Detectives/Investigators 89. Pregnancy
Rating: PG
Fandom: original
Pairing: slash
Word count: 720
Warnings: mpeg
Summary: There are repercussions from a night of fun.
Lunch didn’t sit well in his belly today. For that matter neither did breakfast. Maybe he’d caught some illness that had a long incubation period. It could have happened at that gathering he’d crashed three weeks ago. The drinks had been good but he’d never tasted anything like most of them. They’d carried quite a punch too because some of the things, literally, that he’d seen, after the fete had gotten going, were surreal.
He hadn’t realized that it had been a costume event until after those few drinks he’d had. People with wings translucent and feathered. People with fur trousers and odd hoof like shoes. There’d been a few people whose costumes were excellent imitations of large animals, to the point you’d never know that they weren’t the real thing if they’d just not been so damned big. Then there’d been the costumes that would give him nightmares if he thought on them before going to bed.
He’d gotten a few odd looks from those who happened to notice him. Some had just handed him their used drink glasses as if he were the hired help, others had slipped hands into places they had no business going with someone that they’d never met before.
His real mistake was wandering off into the pretty labyrinth on his own to try to recover from the drinks effects and not noticing that he wasn’t alone. The three who were his companions had hands that wandered freely and mouths that nibbled behind ears, on collar bones, and hips. They’d done a fine job of divesting him of his clothing without interrupting the other things they were doing. Fine work they did taking him out of what mind he had left and he’d never thought to remind them to put on a condom. In the morning he’d had interesting bruises and aches in pleasant places when he woke chilled on the dewed grass.
He shook his head at himself and made an appointment to see his old doctor when he went to visit the homestead. The discretion, when he’d been a young confused boy asking what was wrong with him that his sexual preferences were for his own gender, made him trust that whatever was wrong with him now, his childhood doctor would handle it in the same manner.
They ran the blood tests three times. He was beginning to change into a turnip and he wanted to remind them that turnips didn’t have any blood. Squeezing wasn’t going to change that.
The physical exam was more intrusive then usual and a lot of prodding of his belly took place. Finally they got to the really embarrassing part. Questions about what unusual things or occurrences he’d had in the last month. What people had he met that he might have had more then a good time with? Frankly, he was starting to be nauseous.
He mentioned the party and the strong drinks there had been there. And he’d mentioned the three who had celebrated with him in the labyrinth. His doctor had asked him a very strange question then, ‘Did he find any objects laying amongst his clothes when he put them on? ‘ Odd that. There had been three things stuck into his shirt, his shoe, and his pants. He’d found a small worn smooth river stone, a piece of thistle down, and a perfect periwinkle wildflower.
Long story short. His old doctor had dragged out family secrets for him. His parents had never told him that he’d been found abandoned as a baby. By his first birthday, he’d had corrective surgery on his ears and food allergies that luckily the old doctor was able to cure. This last he’d said with a twinkle in his eye and proceeded to demonstrate how to make a green plant that was sitting on his window sill suddenly burst into bloom.
The doctor’s diagnosis: He’d met three nice young fae who were pledged to him and whose child he now carried. The doctor hoped that he’d kept the tokens so that the fathers could be there with him for the birth. But not to worry the doctor had a nice garden behind the house with many vegetables. When the time came, they’d set him out there with a pillow and blanket in the cabbage patch.
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Date: 2010-08-05 08:25 am (UTC)He's going to give birth in a... cabbage patch?
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Date: 2010-08-05 05:48 pm (UTC)Some say the stork brings babies but other families have the tradition of finding them under cabbage leaves.
http://www.cabbagesoupdiet-s.com/some-cabbage-facts-and-stories.html
Now you know the truth. *snickers*
Thank you for sticking through this one.*smiles*
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Date: 2010-08-05 06:22 pm (UTC)(On the other hand, when I asked where I came from, my mom handed me a medical book and turned the TV to Discovery channel. No storks for me.)
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Date: 2010-08-05 12:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-05 05:51 pm (UTC)One use to tell the children that babies were found under cabbage leaves in the garden. *grins* And that's the truth. *head nods*
*grins* Thank you.
Feels the need to prove it.. really that's how it use to be done... really cabbage patch..
http://www.cabbagesoupdiet-s.com/some-cabbage-facts-and-stories.html
Cabbage Patch Dolls are named that for a reason.
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Date: 2010-08-05 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-05 01:23 pm (UTC)Met three nice young fae LOL nice at the time but I bet he's thinking other things of them now! I sort of want to read of their next meeting.
Cabbage patch?
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Date: 2010-08-05 06:01 pm (UTC)"The part of cabbage in popular lore and history are always present. The earliest parental alibi to the question: “Where do babies come from?” were answered by mothers saying that babies were gathered from cabbage patches. This is the legend behind the immensely popular and collectible cabbage patch kid dolls that came all bundled up or dressed and with their own birth certificates.
So now you see that cabbages do not only offer us health benefits, whether in the cabbage soup diet or in fighting against cancer, but they also contain stories that will feed our minds and imaginations.
http://www.cabbagesoupdiet-s.com/some-cabbage-facts-and-stories.html
You always say such nice things about my stories and you liked it even if you didn't get the joke. Now that is a compliment. *SMILES* Thank you.
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Date: 2010-08-06 12:31 am (UTC)Still good ;)
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Date: 2010-08-06 12:40 am (UTC)and now i know that the cabbage patch is true in come cases... it seems... ROTFL
also was amazed by the doc's scientific knowledge....XD!!, *still laughing*
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Date: 2010-08-06 01:05 am (UTC)Oh, the doctor knew what he was dealing with with that young man having known him since the young man's babyhood and changing his appearance for him fit in with his adoptive human parents. And anyone who can cause a plant to burst into bloom must have some fae blood himself, I think. Probably came as no surprise that his patient would turn out to be gay since he was born a fairy. *snickers*
m-preg is one of my kinks too. Thank you.
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Date: 2010-08-06 02:51 am (UTC)(now i wonder if i wasn't really traumatizesd... i mean... i love slash, gay guys, i don't want to get married, i love naked guys of all kinds...porn... mpreg (LOL), maybe it's all my mum's fault and the ones that thought that babies were found in cabbage patches are now married with kids? *giggles* )
and yes, you are right about the doc "anyone who can cause a plant to burst into bloom must have some fae blood himself" *nods*
and yes, agree about faities being gay too XD!!
and... "m-preg is one of my kinks too" O.O YAY!!! now i love you completely :):):)
also LOL at the icon!!! perfect XD
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Date: 2010-08-07 11:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-07 01:19 pm (UTC)Where did you find and how did you get lj to accept ♫ ?
Thank you Thank you.. *bows*
talk about pushy people who force other people to read their scribblings sorry