Impossibilities
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dorksidefikerTitle: Impossibilities
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/76. Weight
Character/Pairing: Christian Summers, Daemon Summers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 226
Summary: Christian’s life is full of impossibilities. This is just the latest… and most irritating.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Christian lay on his back, staring at the swollen mound of his belly with resentment. “How,” he demanded, not for the first time, “is this even possible? It’s not like I’ve got any of the right bits!”
“It is profoundly unnatural,” Daemon agreed. “Perhaps we should just cut it out and have done with it.”
Christian turned his head and just looked at his cousin. “You? You can just stay away from me. Okay?”
Daemon scratched his head, then sighed and shrugged. “As you wish.”
Christian struggled to sit up, glaring. “I feel like a damn walrus. And my ankles are swollen, and everything hurts. This is wrong on so many levels.”
“You still have not found the cause?” Daemon asked.
“No, I haven’t found the fucking cause,” Christian snapped, groaning as he shifted his weight. “When I do… I’m gonna kill it, then bring it back from the dead and kill it again. And then I’m going to piss on the ashes. Then I’ll give it to you.”
“That has got to be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: That Damn Mpreg
Table/Prompt: Table 4/76. Weight
Character/Pairing: Christian Summers, Daemon Summers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 226
Summary: Christian’s life is full of impossibilities. This is just the latest… and most irritating.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Mine!
Christian lay on his back, staring at the swollen mound of his belly with resentment. “How,” he demanded, not for the first time, “is this even possible? It’s not like I’ve got any of the right bits!”
“It is profoundly unnatural,” Daemon agreed. “Perhaps we should just cut it out and have done with it.”
Christian turned his head and just looked at his cousin. “You? You can just stay away from me. Okay?”
Daemon scratched his head, then sighed and shrugged. “As you wish.”
Christian struggled to sit up, glaring. “I feel like a damn walrus. And my ankles are swollen, and everything hurts. This is wrong on so many levels.”
“You still have not found the cause?” Daemon asked.
“No, I haven’t found the fucking cause,” Christian snapped, groaning as he shifted his weight. “When I do… I’m gonna kill it, then bring it back from the dead and kill it again. And then I’m going to piss on the ashes. Then I’ll give it to you.”
“That has got to be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”