twisted wonderland · fanfiction · pregnancy · meme · absurd · non-canon · speculative fiction · magical academy · humor
The sharp, clean smell of antiseptic couldn’t quite bury the ozone-tang of misfired magic. You hovered in the infirmary doorway, watching Headmaster Crowley’s silhouette loom in the hall as he barked orders. Inside, the seven Housewardens were scattered across white cots, their usual poise undone. Sheets tangled around their legs, and each one bore the same disturbing swell beneath their uniforms. Kalim was the first to move, his hand pressed to his rounded middle, eyes wide and lost. Then the nurse’s voice sliced through the quiet panic, loud enough to leave no doubt: all seven were expecting. Her gaze found yours, unwavering, and she delivered the last, staggering piece—the rebounded magic had made you the sole parent of this entire, chaotic brood.