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F!PC/M!NPC - Pregnancy drama
Date: 2014-02-23 05:22 pm (UTC)When M!NPC learns that his lover is pregnant, he is horrified and more than angry about this. Why? Maybe he is married. Maybe he is someone very important (like a jarl or a legate for example). But he can't allow her to give birth to his bastard. But could he really ask her to kill their future child? And will she accept?
Kinks are: pregnancy, angst, drama, forbidden affection...
Bonus:
- breastfeeding scenes!
no squicks.
Go anons!
Re: F!PC/M!NPC - Pregnancy drama
Date: 2014-02-24 03:06 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2014-02-24 06:04 pm (UTC)Re: F!PC/M!NPC - Pregnancy drama
Date: 2014-02-24 08:28 pm (UTC)No More [1/?]
Date: 2014-09-15 01:45 am (UTC)Summary: Bastards aren't allowed when you're a Jarl.
I tried to keep this as minimalistic as possible to see if that increases the drama. Did I succeed? My magic eight ball says No.
--
The news came on a dreary day. He had gotten back from looking over the soldiers in the barracks, judging them on their worth and while he was shedding his cloak she came to him, frantic.
“What?”
She shook.
“I’m pregnant.”
His heart nearly stopped. He looked at her, shocked, his eyes immediately moving down to her stomach and she fidgeted, looking to him for help. He nearly growled his response.
“Get rid of it.”
She went still, her eyes widening. When she continued to be speechless he began to get agitated. “Now, Kjersti! I will not tolerate a bastard from you! You know this!”
She said nothing, still in shock and he moved to slap her to get her senses back when Nenya came in the room. She didn’t notice the tension.
“Siddgeir, the head of the guards wants to speak to you.”
He gave her a look, moving back and forth between her and his Thane and he grabbed his cloak again, shoving it on. “Fine.”
When she left he looked back at the girl standing near him, still confused.
“I mean it, Kjersti. Get rid of it.”
He left before she got her voice back.
--
He began to hound her every day after. She at first didn’t go and when he got her to admit she was scared he reminded her what a bastard would do to him. Once she understood and still didn’t go to Whiterun he started to get angry.
Every day he would ask and she would shake her head sending him into a rage.
“Why not?!”
“I… I can’t… just go and ask…”
“No? Then I’ll write a damn letter,” he spat. “You’re getting rid of that, Kjersti! There is no debate on this!”
She had said nothing but slowly she started to keep her distance from him. Truthfully, he didn’t mind. The less anyone thought they were actually involved, the better.
--
Nenya found out. He had no idea how but he was confronted by her angrily when he got back from hunting, her eyes wild.
“You got her pregnant?!”
He glared at his steward, looking angrily to his Thane who looked shocked at Nenya. His damn steward let out an exasperated noise. “It’s not hard to tell, Siddgeir! How could you do this? How could you be so irresponsible as to do such things to your Thane?!”
He growled at her. “Excuse me? I didn’t ask your opinion. And she’s getting rid of it. Aren’t you?” he spat and his Thane frowned deeply. “Kjersti!”
Nenya stepped it up. “What? Are you threatening her to get rid of your child?”
“I am not having a bastard, Nenya!”
“It’s her choice,” she shot back. “Regardless of what you do, you cannot control her body!”
“I’m the damn father!” he spat. “I have every right to say what should be done! And it is to be destroyed!”
No More [2/?]
Date: 2014-09-15 01:46 am (UTC)“Nenya. This is none of your fucking business.”
She stared him down. “It became my business the moment you got our Thane pregnant.”
He moved to speak but before he could, the small Thane stepped forward.
“N-No,” she finally spoke making them look to her but she didn’t look up. “No… I… It’s fine, Nenya. It’s fine. I’m… getting rid of it. Tomorrow.”
“Kjersti,” Nenya started but she shook her head.
“I’ll get rid of it.”
He watched her, how she wouldn’t raise her head, how she was trembling and his cheek twitched.
“Good. You’re dismissed then. To leave early tomorrow,” he said, relaxing and she did a short bow before she left the Longhouse leaving him alone with Nenya who gave him an angry look.
“Siddgeir-”
“You heard her,” he cut in, done with the conversation. “And I will damn well hear no more of this, understand? She said her verdict. It’s done. None of this was your fucking business anyways so you better shut up.”
She stared at him, her anger visible as she shook and instead of going back to her duties, she left the longhouse as well, slamming the door behind her. He didn’t care. He wanted this over with.
--
He got notice she had returned back to her manor days later but it wasn’t from Rayya or his Thane. A guard mentioned it in passing and it infuriated him that he wasn’t told. Before anyone could do anything he rode out, taking the east road to get there faster.
When he came in, Rayya was walking down the steps, her head moving up and he ignored the dark look she gave him. He wasn’t in the damn mood.
“Where is she?” was all he asked. She looked behind her then left, moving to the edge of the land to patrol. He made a mental note of her attitude but took the steps anyways and found his Thane sitting quietly on the deck.
She didn’t look different.
“Kjersti.”
She jerked at her name, her eyes looking weary but she struggled to stand when he came.
“M-My Jarl… what are you doing here? Is something wrong?”
He looked her over and she went quiet, her eyes casting down and her fingers fidgeting. He asked her straight out.
“Did you-?” She nodded. “And?”
She frowned. “And…?”
He sighed, trying not to get irritated. “Are you alright?”
She said nothing but her shoulders began to shake and he pursed his lips. She tried to hold it in but a whimper came out and she covered her face, stepping back.
“Kjersti.”
“I’m fine,” she sobbed, moving away from him further and she went back to her chair, shaking as she sat down. “T-They told me… I was going… to be a bit up and down. Hormones. I-I’m fine. T-Truly.”
He stood awkwardly watching her, how she wouldn’t look at him, how her eyes were constantly cast down and he slowly moved, going to her side. He touched her shoulder and she flinched as if he hit her before she relaxed.
“Sorry,” she hiccupped and he couldn’t help but bite back the bit of anger welling inside him.
This wasn’t his fault.
No More [3/3]
Date: 2014-09-15 01:48 am (UTC)She said nothing, her shoulders shaking and he was getting irritated.
“This isn’t my fault,” he had to say it. “We’ve discussed this before! Before you ever became pregnant! I cannot have children with you! So, honestly, your crying-“
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it again!” she shouted making him stop. “I’m… I’m done!”
He stared at her. “What?”
She began to weep again, her hands shaking and her eyes angry as she got up from her seat and faced him. Her cheeks were now strained with tears. “I can’t have children. Ever again.”
He said nothing for a moment. Then he made the mistake of speaking. “So what?”
She shook like he had never seen and she shoved past him, ripping open the door to the manor. She only paused in the entrance to yell one last thing.
“It was a boy!”
The door slammed and he didn’t go after her.
--
He let her stay at her manor, not calling her back long after he knew he could. The Longhouse had become cold with Nenya still barely speaking to him. He didn’t care but the lack of interaction was making him a bit crazy. Once he went a full day without speaking more than a sentence. It was pissing him off and he really had no one to blame for it either.
He was contemplating leaving to Riften to visit Maven when the door to the Longhouse opened and he straightened as someone came in. Their robes were dark, their hood up, but he knew their body anywhere.
He said nothing as she came forward and she moved slowly to stand beside him, silent as she did. He stared at her for a moment, waiting for her to speak but she said nothing and he had nothing to say in return. He went back to staring out at the burning fire in the hearth, his thoughts on why she had come but he resigned to just accepting it.
There was no need to speak about it.
When she moved to leave for the evening he stopped her. “Kjersti.”
She still looked down but she followed his directions which made him sigh.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly and her eyes flicked up, looking into his for a moment in shock before she nodded. He contemplated reaching for her or just having any contact with her but he decided against it and he merely let her go.
He undressed himself, not getting into bed right away as his thoughts lingered on his Thane and he knew dropping it would be the best. That was always the best thing to do. He was about to douse the scones in his room when a soft knocking came and he frowned.
“What?”
The door opened and she came in. She closed it behind her, her hood still up and head down making him pause but she didn’t linger by the door. She came forward, timid, just as she had the day Runil brought her in to his domain and he waited for her to speak.
She reached up and drew her hood back making him stare. She had cut her hair short. His cheek twitched in disbelief and their eyes met, her weary, sunken ones with his own.
“I came… to say what I wanted to say earlier,” she said.
He stared at her.
“I don’t want to be your Thane anymore.” Her voice echoed in his room. “I don’t want to be anything of yours. Ever again.”
--
I think that should just about wrap up these two. Thanks for reading/caring! I-I appreciated it!
Re: No More [3/3]
Date: 2014-09-15 04:50 am (UTC)i can't
on the one hand i'm all hooray she can finally move on and maybe meet someone who isn't a gargantuan douchenozzle but on the other hand i
T______T
waaaah
thank you a!a you are amazing T____T
Re: No More [3/3]
Date: 2014-09-15 01:47 pm (UTC)Sorry doesn't do fucking shit.
I'm so glad she's finally rid of him but...
Ohgods.
This TORE my heartstrings.
So very well written.
*sobs*
captcha: mum's the word
FUCK YOU CAPTCHA
Re: No More [3/3]
Date: 2014-09-15 03:30 pm (UTC)Re: No More [3/3]
Date: 2014-10-02 07:26 am (UTC)Captcha says what if?
NO, NO WHAT IFS
Crying OP is crying
Date: 2014-10-05 06:57 pm (UTC)Re: No More [3/3]
Date: 2014-10-12 06:09 am (UTC)But now that that dark period is over, will we ever be hearing from Kjersti, again? I'm dying to know how she's going to take more control of her life!
Re: No More [3/3]
Date: 2014-10-12 10:30 am (UTC)Thank you for commenting. I do really appreciate it.
Re: No More [3/3]
Date: 2014-10-20 08:11 pm (UTC)Re: No More [3/3]
Date: 2016-07-26 09:52 pm (UTC)As incredibly fucked as their relationship was, they were one of my favorite pairs on the meme.
On the one hand I'm sad it all came to a close, but I'm also glad because poor bby deserves some happiness (also poor bby about the bby :( )
Head canoning that she lied and still has the baby b/c otherwise my poor feels can't take it.