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chuunai · 4 months

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Hi hi! Would love to participate in your event if that’s cool

I was wondering if we could hav a Fyodor with scenario 2 and prompt 14

Idk if you want more details but I discovered your blog and I kinda got baby fever too sooooooo

Fire away friend

I’m sorry for making you sick : (

✧˚ · . my days are yours, yours - fyodor dostoevsky

how can a baby control his heart?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), babies, babies and babies, SFW → minor mentions of death and overall fyodor trying to be a daddy while juggling killing the entire world. Spoilers for the last episode of BSD season five and the latest chapters of the manga.

Lord, she looked so much like him.

Rounded purple eyes and thick strands of black hair, she was his copy. Of course, genetically speaking, she was half his. And half yours. But Fyodor had a greater influence on your baby daughter. A squirming seven month old named Avdotya Fyodorovna Dostoevskya. Ironic, wasn’t it? That his child’s name meant good while he was evil?

It made sense, though. Yin and yang.

Putting down his pen, Fyodor looked over at the small makeshift crib that was next to his desk. In it was the sleeping Avdotya—Dunya, for short—wrapped up in cozy blankets and stuffed animals.

He’d worked enough for today.

Carefully picking up the newborn, his pale anemic hands cradled her, supporting her head as he held her to his chest. His heart sped up a bit when Dunya stirred a bit, but she ultimately didn’t wake up. She looked so calm and content in the moment. Fyodor shared the same feelings. Besides awe, of course.

For all of his planning and manipulation, he had never planned for a baby.

Sure, you were his wife, but he’d always use protection. An infant wouldn’t work with his current dangerous plans. Yet he somehow managed to knock you up. A completely unplanned variable in his plans. Yet it seemed so right. As a man of god, Fyodor couldn’t deny the blessing that God gave him.

His study door soon freaked open by your arrival as you quietly walked behind him, arms sliding around his neck in a tired way as your cheek pressed against the fluffy material of his ushanka.

“She’s doing okay?”

As if his little angel would ever be harmed.

“Of course, дорогой.”

He replied in an equally hushed tone. He turned his head slightly to the left, placing a gentle peck on your arm affectionately. For someone who regularly manipulated people who trusted him (albeit in a scared way), he could never find himself using you or his newfound family for his plans. God would disapprove of a man who hurt his family.

“You should rest. I’ll watch over her.”

It was only fair.

You had been watching Dunya constantly—babysitters and nannies couldn’t be hired due to his prolific crime record—while he was gone setting up his plans and relations. Fyodor had seen you cry over the stress multiple times. Each time he reassured you all would be better in due time. And it would be. When all the sinners of the world were gone, angels like you and Avdotya would be safe.

In the meantime though, he’d make you as happy as he could.

Feeling a gentle kiss on his cheek, Fyodor faintly smiled as you left for some much needed relaxation and sleep. Tucking his baby’s hair behind her tiny ears, he hummed a small lullaby.

He remembered that as a child his mother would sing some to him. It was one of the few comforting memories he had.

And his Avdotya should have the same experience.

Reaching the second verse of the lullaby, his deep voice quietly filled the room. He slowly rocked his baby, warmth flooding through his usually cold body. A peck on her perfect head.

He’d have to teach you these sorts of lullabies and cradle songs. While you knew a bit of Russian—limited to affectionate nicknames and general greetings—, you could do better. Perhaps you two could study together when Avdotya would nap. Him struggling with kanji, and you resting your head on his shoulder as you stared at Russian characters and committed them to memory.

Fyodor relaxed back into his chair, content with the familial moment.

The finale soon came.

He sat there for minutes afterwards, just taking in the sight of the life he created. Dazai was wrong. Fyodor was no demon, no, he was a god. He had created life, and so had God. And while others may point out the billions of other parents in the world, he’d merely dismiss their claims. They had birthed normal children.

Not an angel like his Dunya.

Could other children have such awe-inspiring eyes? Or the affinity she had for music just like her father—how she babbled and cooed in your lap while he played cello for the two of you. He knew she’d grow up to be something great like him. A firstborn always took after their father, in his opinion.

Standing up with little Avdotya in his arms, he walked to the nursery, passing by your shared bedroom where you were sleeping by now. Creaking open the door, he carefully navigated the dark room, lowering his daughter into her crib before carefully covering her with a warm blanket and her favorite stuffed toy.

A fuzzy penguin gifted by Sigma.

A lot of the nursery’s decorations were bought by Fyodor, but there were a few given by his fellow DOA members. Sadly, a majority of Nikolai’s gifts had to be scrapped. Dunya couldn’t use clown makeup or the miniature cherry bombs. A pity, really.

Fatherhood suited Fyodor rather well.

Flicking on a small nightlight, he soon left after a goodbye to his daughter. His footsteps pattered on the wooden floor, making his way to your bedroom to finally sleep off the day’s events.

Once again, the door slowly creaked open as he walked in. He already had his pajamas on—a baggy long black shirt and some black pants—, sliding into bed next to you as one hand found itself on your stomach, the other already playing with your hair. Fyodor admired your body. It grew his angel, and now it nourished her.

While you were adamant that you looked worse after birth, he could only say the opposite. All of the Renaissance paintings and sculptures had been wrong in their depictions of goddesses and heavenly figures. He could only see you as a true goddess who fell for a sinner like him.

Would such a goddess permit him to have another child with her?

Fyodor had grown up in a small family back in St. Petersburg. Just him and his mother. His father had left him long ago.

He didn’t want Avdotya to feel the same. Lonely.

Siblings would prevent that. Maybe two? Even three, if you felt up for it. He hadn’t said anything about it since you were still recovering and getting used to being a mother just to one child, but he oh so badly wanted a bigger family. More look a-likes of him and you.

“My goddess.”

His lips nuzzled against your hair, murmuring sweet affections and praise. Even he couldn’t have predicted such a thing like this. A wife. A daughter. A family of his own.

And even when weeks later he was stuck in Meursault with four other men playing Nikolai’s twisted game of escape, he thought about you. The plan would work, and he’d see you again after he faked his death. Sure, it might take weeks or months, but he’d come back. He’d made sure of it—having thought of the betrayal of his subordinates a while ago.

And when Dazai would later tug his severed arm out of the helicopter’s crash site, it wouldn’t have a ring on the ring finger.

That ring would be snugly set on his other hand.

They could take his body, his wealth, his intelligence.

But they couldn’t take him away from you and the vow you two had made. Until death do you part.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

Help this took so long

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 8 months

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*After Talia left baby Damian to Bruce*

Dick: What's his name?

Bruce: Damian, according to Talia.

Tim: Is she going to be our new mom?

Bruce: *spits out coffee*

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alastor-is-best-deer-boi · 3 months

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The Littlest Morningstar

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Tags: Pre-canon, fluff, domestic fluff, parenthood, canon compliant for the most part I think except maybe one headcanon

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar admire their newborn daughter, Charlotte.

Note: After episode five I just had to write this! I had it stuck in my head and needed to get it out. I know posting it right before new episodes tomorrow seems crazy, but better now than tomorrow I think. Hope you enjoy all the fluff! This is my first Hazbin Hotel fic, so I hope it's not ooc.

Also, I know the title is ironic considering Charlie grows up to be taller than her dad, but it fits in this context.

Additionally, we need more little Charlie gifs! I know it's not accurate to the fic, but it's the best I can do.

Also Read on AO3

Lucifer sat slightly curled up with his wife, Lilith, on their bed. The couple leaned against each other, taking in the quiet, peaceful moment with the newest addition to their family, their newborn daughter.

He watched how his wife doted on her sleeping daughter, bundled up comfortably in a soft blanket. Lilith whispered sweet words to the infant, a smile on her face. Lucifer felt like he’d fallen in love with his wife all over again, his heart full of love for his precious family.

“What’s on your mind, dear?” Lilith spoke, still keeping her tone soft to not wake up Charlotte.

Lucifer looked up at her, a small smile on his face. “Just thinking about how lucky I am to have both of you in my life… and, I don’t know, I guess I’m feeling a little overwhelmed with love right now.” He chuckled softly, wiping a tear from his eye.

Lilith beamed, taking his hand in hers for a moment, rubbing gentle circles with her thumb on his skin.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

She let out a small sigh, though still with a happy expression. “Tired… but overjoyed.”

“It was a lot to go through, but you, of course, handled it gracefully throughout the whole thing.” He kissed her hand.

“The whole thing? I feel like you may be exaggerating just a tad.” She joked.

“No, I mean it. How could I possibly lie about my beautiful, strong, and amazing wife, huh? It’s not something I’d do.” He grinned, meaning every word he said.

“Thank you, honey.” Lilith smiled and placed her hand on his cheek, leaning closer to kiss him.

Lucifer gladly accepted, closing his eyes and enjoying her presence. They eventually parted and rested their foreheads together; both smiling.

He pulled away when he heard the tiniest-sounding yawn he’d ever heard in his life; causing a wave of emotions in his heart. Lilith and he looked down at their tiny daughter. Her face had scrunched up, and with some effort, she opened her eyes.

“Oh, just look at her, Luce…” Lilith cooed, making sure her daughter was still settled comfortably in the blanket.

He could feel tears welling up again, quickly wiping them away and smiling. “She’s beautiful.”

“She looks like you, has your eyes.” She murmured, looking down at her with a small smile.

Lucifer felt a swell of pride seeing how similar his daughter’s eyes looked to his. Long ago, he struggled with some of the changes that had been done to him when he fell, the color of his eyes included. But seeing them in his daughter, they suited her wonderfully.

“Her eye shape is like yours, and she kinda has your nose,” he commented. “I think she’s a perfect mix of us, right?”

Lilith couldn’t help but smile again. “Absolutely perfect. Do you want to hold her?”

“Oh, really? You sure you’re ready to hand her over? Just look how small she is, practically the size of my hand! So fragile… I just… well, I…” He chuckled nervously, stammering.

“Honey, you won’t hurt her. It’ll be okay.” She cut off his anxious rambling, attempting to soothe him.

Lucifer looked up at her, slightly furrowing his brows and nodding, attempting to get his nervousness under control. “I’m sorry, you’re right… I guess I’m just…”

“Scared? I understand. You’re not alone in this.” She gave him an empathetic look. “We’ve been practicing for the whole nine months. You got this.”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and nodded again. “Thank you, Lili. I’m ready.”

“Don’t forget to unbutton your shirt a bit. Skin-to-skin contact is important for newborns.” She explained.

“Oh, uh, right.” Lucifer muttered and worked on unbuttoning a few top buttons on his shirt. He was significantly dressed down for the whole experience, wearing a long-sleeved plain button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and slacks.

When he was done, he held his arms out, carefully taking the infant in a secure hold as his wife slowly passed her to him. Little Charlotte blinked a couple of times, looking around the room. She had managed to wriggle one of her tiny hands out of the swaddle, still having her little fingers in an instinctive fist.

Lucifer held her close to his heart, hoping she could feel all the overwhelming love coming from the people who loved her most. He smiled, listening to her soft breathing and quiet coos.

“We’re so glad you’re here with us, little one,” he spoke softly, noticing how curious she was, continuing to look around. “Yeah, it’s a big change… all these new sights and senses. But you’re safe here with us. I promise.”

Lilith rested her head against her husband’s shoulder, watching them both lovingly.

Lucifer gently touched her soft, chubby cheeks. His thumb carefully rubbed the adorable little red circles on her face. They were just like the ones on his face.

Charlotte made a little content coo, already heading for the process of babbling. Though it would be a long while to get to that point. She reached her tiny hand out, gripping Lucifer’s finger.

“Wow… she’s way stronger than she looks.” He chuckled softly. “I suppose she takes after her mother.”

Lilith placed her hand on theirs for a moment, not fighting the urge to smile again. “She takes after both of her parents.”

He nodded, feeling tears in his eyes start to well up again. “She’s perfect… thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a father, I mean it.” He looked at Lilith, feeling nothing but pure love.

She smiled and gave him a quick kiss. Next, she kissed her daughter’s head; causing the newborn’s face to scrunch up in surprise for a split second.

Lucifer chuckled at her adorably confused expression. “You okay, Char Char? I guess it’s another new thing to get used to.”

“Char Char?” Lilith repeated, an amused smile showing on her face. “She’s barely hours old and you’ve already come up with a nickname?”

“Ah, well, I guess I couldn’t help myself… she’s just so cute!” He blushed a little from embarrassment.

“Of course she is. Look who her father is.” Lilith teasingly flirted a little. She laughed shortly, seeing how red his face turned.

“Thank you, dear.” Lucifer smiled and looked away for a brief second before looking back down at his daughter, gaining his composure somewhat.

Even though she wasn’t at the age yet to know how to smile, the corner of Charlotte’s mouth pulled up a little, giving the appearance of a smile.

Lucifer rested his face against Lilith’s shoulder for a second. “I don’t know if I have the strength for this Lili.” His voice muffled slightly.

She picked up on why and chuckled quietly. “Why is that?”

“Just—look at her! My heart can’t take how cute she is,” he said in a hushed tone, turning to look at his daughter again.

“I guess you’ll have to get used to it.” She smiled.

“I have no choice.” He sighed, clearly smiling as well.

Charlotte cooed again, and he gently patted her head, feeling the soft golden curls of her hair.

“I can tell she’s getting sleepy again… or maybe hungry… or both.” He furrowed his brows. “I’m going to have to learn all the differences.”

“You’ll get them in time,” she replied.

“Do you want to take her again?” He asked. “I don’t want to hoard all the baby cuddles…”

“If you’re okay with it, and there’s no such thing as hoarding baby cuddles.”

Lucifer scoffed lightheartedly. “Yet.”

He kissed Charlotte’s little red cheeks before handing her back to her mother. He watched her settle back into her mother’s arms, yawning again.

“Oh, you were right about her being hungry… I’m guessing after this she’ll probably fall asleep again,” Lilith spoke, nursing her daughter.

“Sounds about right. That’s the life of a baby, especially one as new as her.”

Eventually, as they had predicted, Charlotte fell asleep. Lucifer listened to her calm breathing again, feeling at peace, which had been hard to come by in his life before.

“We’re parents now,” he stated. “This is our new life…”

“Still feeling glad about it?” Lilith asked.

“I’m overjoyed.” He spoke honestly. “It’s just a lot to take in.”

She nodded. “I’m sure after a bit we’ll settle into our new routine.”

Lucifer looked up at her and smiled, appreciating how wise she was being. What would he do without her?

“I know I sound like a broken record, but I’m so lucky to have you two… I love you both.” He managed to keep his voice steady.

Lilith kissed his cheek. “I feel the same.”

Lucifer hoped he’d be good at this whole father thing. He knew that realistically every parent made mistakes, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t give it his best. And it didn’t change the fact that no matter what, he would love his daughter with everything he had.

“I love you, Charlotte. More than anything.” He thought.

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trulyhblue · 1 month

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someone asked who all my baby oc’s are and I thought I would share a little list!

bug jamie foord — bug and bingo

character traits — bubbly, compassionate, ambitious

- loves her bingo toy

- extremely outgoing + loves her aunties very much

- born on the 09/09/2019

- favourite food is oranges

emmeline y/l/n — brown-eyed girl

character traits — enduring, intuitive, sincere

- quietly spoken, incredibly empathetic

- fluent in english and norweigan

- born on the 21/02/2018

- favourite food is butter chicken

lilo ella mae russo — lilo’s sparkle

character traits — sympathetic, endearing, considerate

- fluent in Italian and english

- has a collection of every kit Alessia has worn since she was born

- is known for her constant choice of pink for everything

- born on the 02/09/21 (same as ella’s)

- favourite food is orange juice (drink ik but still)

I'm very willing to add more baby fics as they are literally my favourite thing to write ever. So pls send them in!!

#woso community #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #baby fic #kid fic #chelsea #chelsea women #arsenal #woso #caitlin foord #jessie fleming #beth mead #niamh charles

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green-eyedfirework · 10 days

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His baby was perfect. His pup—his daughter, his perfect little daughter with her tiny little nose and her tiny little fingers and her adorable sleepy scowl as she finally decided to drift off, full and sated.

"Mari," Dick whispered, and his daughter waved her tiny little fist.

Dick was full of so much love he felt like he could burst. He hadn't made a single huff of irritation at Bruce's hovering, or Jason's alpha protectiveness, or Damian asking him if he was okay every five seconds. He was floating on bliss with the sight of his daughter's adorable little face. That, and a whole lot of painkillers.

He was effused with so much joy, in fact, that he felt like being magnanimous to that long-present niggling annoyance that was constantly drifting at the edge of his senses. Dick waved at the nearest person in the room—Damian, eyeing baby Mari with the same expression he wore for his wildlife rescues. "You can go and call the idiot in."

Damian blinked at him. "Which idiot?" he asked, which was a sound clarifying question, several people had made fools of themselves during Dick's pregnancy.

"Slade."

Damian's hackles instantly rose and the baby alpha bared his teeth. "Wilson is here?" he growled, and Tim blearily rose his head from where he was taking a nap on the armchair. "Where is he? When did he get here?"

Dick blinked at him. "Slade hasn't been more than a mile from me for the last month." Dick had done his best to ignore the flickers of the alpha that he caught out of the corner of his eye, which was made all the easier by Slade not actually approaching him. Their last argument had gotten quite heated.

But Dick was in mellow enough a mood and bursting with enough happiness that he wanted to share it. He wanted Slade to see his daughter, wanted the alpha to hold the pup, his pup, their pup.

"How do I even find him?" Damian asked, clipped, his expression mired with distaste.

Dick waved him off, "Just stand on the roof or something, he shouldn't be that hard to spot." Damian's distaste grew more pronounced but he stomped off nonetheless.

Dick turned his attention back to Mari and caught a little fist in one hand, pressing a feather-light kiss to the tiny fingers. "I love you more than there are stars in the sky," he whispered to her in his mother tongue, "my little one."

His baby. His pup. His daughter.

There was a shift of motion, a prickle down Dick's neck, and he raised his gaze to the window right as it slid open. The world's deadliest mercenary slipped inside.

Dick narrowed his eyes. "Armor off," he demanded. "You're not holding her with all of that on."

Slade immediately began stripping. Tim shot them both a wary glance before heading for the door and taking Damian with him, soon it was only the two of them left inside. Slade was down to the undersuit in seconds, and he approached the bed like he was waiting for Dick to throw him out.

He finally got close enough to see her. "What's her name?" Slade asked, voice slightly hoarse.

"Mari," Dick replied softly.

Slade studied her a little while longer. Dick found himself holding his breath, waiting for Slade to say something. Do something. Some part of him still cried out alpha-mate-need-him but Dick had suppressed that part of him long ago.

"Can I?" Slade asked, and Dick leaned forward to hand over their daughter.

There was a warning on the tip of his tongue—support her head, be careful, be gentle—but Slade took Mari from him with practiced motions, and Dick swallowed his words as he remembered anew that this wasn't Slade's first child. Mari stirred at the change in position but Slade rocked her easily and she quieted down.

In a slow, deliberate movement—as though he was waiting for Dick's protest, Slade scented her. Claiming her as his own.

Dick didn't say a word.

#my snippets #sladick #omegaverse #baby fic

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mymelodymia · 4 months

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Fatherhood // Dad!Tony stark x baby!daughter!reader

Summary: tony stark has baby daughter <3

Warnings: none (let me know if i messed any)

Age: newborn

A/N: kinda short but i need to get a fic out. Pls ignore my inactivity lol

🩰˚~˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡*°◇🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆◇+💕*°♡+

Tonys foot tapped anxiously as he paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room. Pepper was in labor. In the process of giving birth. Tony had never been so afraid.

He was scared he'd be a terrible father. That he'd mess up with you. He was snapped out of his racing thoughts when Natasha placed a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention.

"You okay?" She questioned tony, he nodded his head quickly in response before asking Steve how long it had been for the seventh time.

"Two minutes since the last time you asked." Steve smiled, looking at his watch. He had asked this every 2 or 3 minutes.

Tony sighed anxiously, gasping as the nurse he had been bothering for the last 30 minutes asking about pepper walked through the door, her pink scrubs swooshing as she walked toward him, with a warm smile on her face she spoke.

"Shes here." She giggled at the worried father. Tony immediately brushed past her into the room. His eyes immediately fell on pepper, sitting up and holding a small pink cloth too her chest.

His jaw fell agape, hitting the floor. He waddled over to her. She smiled at him.

he placed his hand on her arm, she folded his arms in the correct position and placed his daughter in his arms. She was swaddled in the soft pink cloth.

He looked into her deep e/c orbs as she blinked at him lovingly. Making a funny face, which made you smile and coo at him.

🩰˚~˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡*°◇🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆◇+💕*°♡+

All of the avengers rallied into the room, all taking turns holding you. Tony holding his arms under theirs, afraid they would drop you. Even bucky.

Eventually they all went home, tony held you in his arms, sitting near the window, and fell asleep there too.

The nurse he'd been bothering all day had to pry you out of his grasp and put you in a crib.

He woke up 0.3 seconds after you would began to cry. Immediately jumping up to sooth your cries.

Of course he treated pepper like a queen. Helping her to the bathroom whenever she needed to go. Ordering breakfast for her, going out to target to get her fluffy socks when her feet were cold.

Pepper knew he'd be an amazing father as he rubbed her feet and rocked you to sleep in his free arm.

Doing everything and anything to allow his wife to rest.

🩰˚~˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡*°◇🎧✧˚.🎀༘⋆◇+💕*°♡+

🩰Tags🎀

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @zebralover // @yummyangy // @carellmcu // @mariasabanahabanabana //

#dad!tony stark #tony stark x daughter reader #tony stark #daughter reader #tony stark x stark!reader #baby!reader #baby fic #fluff #pepper potts #pepper potts x daughter reader #pepperony #avengers #marvel mcu #natasha romanoff #steve rogers

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highqueenofelfhame · 1 year

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playlist // book cover

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten

#call it what you want #ciwyw #rowaelin #tog #throne of glass #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #ciwyw masterlist #throne of glass fanfic #rowaelin fic #baby fic #rowaelin baby fic #accidental pregnancy au #soccer!rowan #rowaelin au #modern au #throne of glass fanfiction

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fine-nephrit · 2 months

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🥏 TXF Fic Rec #27: "Five Years and One Night" by Shalimar

Today’s fic is an angst-ridden, plotty, gripping story dealing with the fallout in “Emily”. It starts with Scully transferring to a position in LA after a post-“Kitsunegari” fight, and six months later, Mulder shows up at her door. The revelation of Scully’s stolen fertility and Mulder’s concealment of truth from her in "Emily", something never properly addressed in canon, is satisfyingly explored here.

This fic ticks many of my favorite angst boxes: reunion after a bitter rift and separation, jealousy, electric UST leading to hot smut, posing as a married couple, hopelessly in love but it’s complicated with baggage (including a baby tossed in the mix), and a well earned happy ending after enduring loads of hurt. The momentum of the plot is engrossing, and the tension doesn’t let up till the very end. My eyes were glued to the screen throughout this wild ride.

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🥏 on Gossamer 🥏 audio version on @audiofanficpod read by @stephr1026

length: novel, 83,000+ words season: season 5 pairing(s): M/S UST to RST tags: AU, action-adventure, angst, episode-related, Emily arc, jealousy, rift, separated/reunited, baby fic, pretend couple, Scully-pov rating: explicit/NC-17

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arvensimp · 1 year

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Hi uhh your story with the breeding kink really got to me lol. Would you be willing to write a fic where Arven finds out his s/o is pregnant? It can be fluffy or whatever you think would work best. Thank you!! 😊

Hello!!! I'm a MAJOR sucker for baby fics and pregnancy fics. Im a sap and I live a life of sin I'm very sorry. I hope you enjoy this!

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Arven x pregnant!reader, no gendered pronouns are used to describe reader

You've spent the last several days with a cloying ache coming and going from your lower abdomen. It's nothing terribly unusual, as you're expecting your period and some early cramps aren't an out-of-the-ordinary symptom for you.

So you let it go and keep living life.

It isn't until a few weeks later that you realize you never actually started bleeding.

Well...maybe you spotted a little bit? But that hardly counts as a period.

But you cramped up?

Ugh... It wouldn't be the most convenient timing in the world if you were pregnant, but...well, you've always been told that there's never a perfect time anyway.

So with nervous hands you take one of the pregnancy tests you keep in the guest bathroom at yours and Arven's place. Scares have happened before, after all, and it doesn't hurt to have them around.

Two minutes later and a little pink plus is staring back at you.

Your heart sinks.

You take every other test you have in the cupboard.

They all pop positive.

Oof, okay. Well. Maybe you and Arven shouldn't have tempted fate quite so much with all of that dirty talk about him knocking you up...

Before you worry Arven with any of this, you go ahead and set up an appointment with your GP just to get blood work done to confirm it. No need to overcomplicate things too soon, after all.

Still...as the day of your appointment approaches you find yourself getting more and more nervous. What if it really is real? How will Arven really react? Sure you'd talked about kids before...but now? Hell, you were both so busy with your careers. Would you want to pause that now?

Worst of all was keeping it from him for the few days it took.

It wasn't really lying, you don't think. Just...sparing him from needless worry for a few days.

You're a bit lucky that he at least seems none the wiser to any changes in your behavior or in the pokemons' behavior around you. Certainly 'Raidon is less...excitable and less willing to curl up entirely on your lap the moment you sit down on the sofa.

You wonder if maybe pokemon just...have a sense about them?

Mabosstiff certainly seems more protective of you, making sure to perch himself at your feet or by your side the moment you sit down, only to dutifully follow you wherever you go when you get up.

That's actually probably the closest Arven gets to noticing anything strange. He'd been going back and forth to the kitchen a few times that night, while Mabosstiff stayed glued to you, and then as soon as you got up to use the restroom, the dog trailed you all the way down the hall, waiting patiently outside the door for you.

Arven scratches him behind the ears when you both get back to the living room.

"Are you picking a new favorite, buddy?" He asks, light heartedly.

Mabosstiff makes that silly grimacy kinda face at him before boofing loudly.

Arven laughs. "Really, I dunno what's gotten into him lately. He isn't even following me around for scraps."

You shrug. "Maybe it's just a phase..." You offer, scritching Mabosstiff where his tail meets his spine, making him go all limp on you.

Arven lets it go from there, and that's that.

Your trip to the doctor the next day confirms what the tests had told you earlier.

You're pregnant with Arven's baby.

Now you need to figure out what to do. How to tell him.

Luckily, an idea comes to you easily enough.

That week you're picnicking along Socarrat Trail. Some of your pokemon had recently taken to sneaking goodies into your picnic basket. Sometimes it was stones or pretty feathers. You even got a lovely string of pearls at one point from your tinkaton, though you don't want to think too hard about where she may have found them.

Your pokemon will also put their eggs in the basket after breeding, on the rare chance that it happens.

So...that seems like a good place to hide the results.

After the two of you set up the site for lunch and Arven gets started on cooking, you quietly slip the surprise into the basket and quickly set yourself to the task of giving all of your pokemon a bath, as is typically your duty while Arven prepares your meal.

You're sudsing up Slither Wing when you call out to him. "Hey, Arven?"

"Yeah?" He's putting picks in sandwiches as you speak.

"When you're done with that, could you check the basket?" You hope you sound casual as you ask it.

"Uh...yeah. Why?" He looks around the group of pokemon, likely trying to remember if there are any of compatible egg groups. "Are we expecting something?"

"Uh... I just like to check, is all. Never hurts to be sure?"

Arven shrugs. "No problem then. I'm telling you though, we probably shouldn't keep trying for that shiny maschiff pup. I don't think it's good for the environment. Ya know?"

You snort. "I've always found the puppies good homes. Haven't I? Besides, Mabosstiff makes a really good dad!" Inwardly your stomach is tying itself in knots. You finish rinsing Slither Wing and start towel drying it and yourself as Arven goes to the basket. You try to keep an inconspicuous eye on him as he goes.

Arven quickly lifts the lid, glances inside, then closes it.

"Nah, nothing there."

You panic. What? You're sure you put the results there. Was he just not paying attention?

"Uh...you sure?" You say, trying to quell the mounting nerves in your voice.

"Yeah, sweetness. I know what eggs look like."

You sigh as you continue rubbing the towel through Slither Wing's fuzzy body.

"I didn't ask about eggs. Sometimes the pokemon slip other things into the baskets. Like pearls or stones."

"Oh. Uh..." He looks sheepish for a moment. "I'll check again then." Arven goes back and opens the lid.

"Huh. Looks like they brought us a piece of paper..." He takes it out an unfolds it, eyes scanning the page.

"Uh...sweetness?" You watch as the color drains from his face.

"Yes?" You answer, approaching him slowly, not entirely sure how he'll react.

"How, uh..." He looks up at you from the page. "How are you feeling?"

"How are you feeling?" You ask, not entirely cheekily as you slip your hands around his waist.

Fuck, you hope this is okay.

"Uh...Yeah. Good. You, uh. You put this in the basket?" He sounds numb.

You lean into him and nod against his chest, starting to get a little choked up.

He doesn't return your hug immediately, and that has your heart sinking like a stone.

"It's real?" He asks.

You nod again, squeezing him a bit tighter.

"You're...?"

You nod.

"So," He swallows audibly, "We're...?"

You nod again, trying to force back tears that threaten to fall.

"Please don't be mad." It comes out much smaller and weaker than you'd imagined. Your brain knows he shouldn't be mad. At the very least this isn't just your fault even if he were to be mad, but he shouldn't be mad anyway. But you're still suddenly scared now as you cling to him.

You feel Arven rest a warm and gentle hand on your lower back.

"Hey. I'm not mad." He pulls you away just a bit with his other to get you to look in his eye.

"Promise?"

Arven kisses your forehead. "Promise. I love you."

And the dam bursts. All your fear and anxiety from the past week and however long come flooding to the forefront and out of your face in an absolute mess.

You apologize for keeping it from him for the past few days, for not telling him sooner, and he shushes you with kisses at your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

"What're we gonna do?" You finally allow yourself to ask.

"Well..." Arven starts, guiding the two of you to the picnic table to sit. "We've talked about..." He clears his throat. "About babies before. We can do this... Parenting. If you want! I don't want to force you. I'm here no matter what you choose, but... I'm ready to try my hand at being a...a dad, if you'll let me?" He squeezes your hands reassuringly.

You sniffle miserably.

"I... I want that." You admit.

"Then that's settled!" He says, pulling you into a massive (though not too tight) hug. He speaks into your hair as he lovingly strokes at your lower back. "We don't have to have all the answers right now. I think. We can figure more out later. Yeah?"

You nod against him.

"Thank you."

"Me?" He snorts. "What're you thanking me for? I should be thanking you!" One of his hands slips over, warmly covering your lower abdomen in a way that has your tummy doing somersaults.

"You're doing one of the most incredible things in the world...and you're letting me be a part of it."

Arven kisses you softly. "C'mon. Let's eat and then go home. I, uh..." He laughs a bit. "I suddenly don't feel great about dragging you out to the corner of the region where some of the strongest wild pokemon are?"

You laugh back. "Please. I can at least handle myself for a bit longer. Besides, we have two champion level teams with us. I think we're safe."

Arven looks back at your combined pokemon and between the massive dragon, your fire crocodile, a tiny fairy with a massive hammer, and a living bug dinosaur he suddenly feels like he's the one who needs to keep from panicking for a minute.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #arven x female reader #trainer arven #arven #arven pokemon #arven x nb reader #rival arven #baby fic #pregnancy fic

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lambsouvlaki · 2 months

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Hiii

Your new AU with Jason,Sophie and Andy has me thinking. What was jasons family’s reaction to him coming back like? And what the first few months with the baby look like for Andy ?

Thanks for the ask!! I'm so sorry the answer is months late!

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It was the middle of the night in Wayne Manor and a baby was crying.

Andy swayed mindlessly in the sitting room nearest to the guest bedroom she was set up in. Slowly the tears stopped and baby Sophie drifted back to sleep on her mother’s shoulder. She was still so tiny. Who would have thought Jason’s baby would be so small?

Then again, she’d seen the pictures of him as a kid. Maybe she should have expected it.

The bats had been hovering ever since they came home from the hospital. None of them knew what to do with a baby but they were all excited to try and help. She knew they meant well. It was kind of a relief that they were almost all out on patrol tonight. Only Alfred and Damian were at home.

She scrubbed a hand down her face. She had no idea what time it was. Her body was completely disconnected from the day/night cycle at this point.

She shuffled down to the kitchen and slumped onto a stool at the island bench. Sophie would need to feed soon. Andy’s body had sluggishly started to produce milk, a month late and in quantities that wouldn’t impress even the smallest infant. They had both gotten used to the convenience of the bottle. Her breasts ached.

The lights were too bright for the hour. She was too tired to turn them off.

It was so quiet.

She wished Jason was there.

She kept thinking she had made her peace with it. Nine months and it hadn’t been true yet, but maybe tomorrow.

She wanted him to hold her and tell her it would all be okay. To laugh and ask if she really thought he would just leave them like that?

She sniffed.

She swiped at her eyes and held on tighter to Sophie. She took deep breaths until she could blink without letting tears fall. It would be easier when she wasn’t so tired. The week after labour she was bursting into tears over practically anything. In the depths of exhausted delirium she kept expecting him to show up.

Soft slippers tapped on the tiles behind her.

That was nice of Damian to announce his presence, he didn’t normally stoop to such things.

She turned her head.

A woman with brown skin in a green and black qipao stood inside the kitchen doorway. She was looking over her and Sophie.

Andy clasped Sophie closer.

Talia al Ghul didn’t look much like the way Andy had imagined from Jason’s descriptions, but it was obvious all the same. Damian, in the presence of a new mother and baby, had felt moved to tell her about his own mother. In his own oblique way.

Nobody had actually said whether or not she was an enemy or not. Andy shifted Sophie to her other shoulder, making her slightly further away from the newcomer.

There was something amused in Talia’s expression. It looked similar to Damian’s haughty expression.

“I am no threat to you,” she said, and Andy realised the amusement played cover for hurt. Much like Damian’s haughtiness.

That confused her. She still didn’t relax her hold on her baby.

She cleared her throat.

“How can I help you, Ms al Ghul?”

“You are too polite for this household.”

“So I’m told.”

“Natural, I suppose, for someone who cannot defend themselves to adopt an obsequious manner. It is not what I expected to find in Jason’s choice of partner.”

“Would you feel better if I insulted you?” the gothamite inside her asked.

The amusement was real this time. Talia moved silently across the kitchen to the bench and cupboards, giving Andy her back. She set the kettle boiling and opened some drawers.

Andy didn’t know what to do with that.

“How is your daughter?” Talia asked.

“Fine.” She patted the downy back of Sophie’s head. The kettle started to simmer and whistle. She was too tired for the absurdity of the situation to register.

“She sleeps well,” Talia commented.

“Tonight, at least.”

Talia cast a questioning look at her.

“She didn’t take to the bottle well. And she is not going to be made to do anything she doesn’t want to do.”

Talia laughed quietly. “Then she is her father’s daughter.”

Andy’s lips did something that was almost a smile. The ache was too sharp tonight for more. Talia’s amusement faded and the quiet returned.

There should have been someone here, standing between the two of them.

He should have been here.

Talia brought her a fragrant cup of tea in one of Alfred’s good china tea cups. It was milky and smelled sweet and spiced.

It occurred to her that the demon’s daughter did not typically serve people. Andy didn’t typically tell people she was bottle feeding. She was unsure what was happening or why.

“Thank you,” she said quietly and took a sip.

Tali sat opposite her and drank her own tea. Beautiful bangles clinked softly at her wrists. She gave Andy an assessing look that turned knowing.

“Your daughter is healthy and well fed. Don’t admonish yourself over the means.”

She looked away. “It’s– the nurse said breastfeeding is better for–”

Talia tsked. “And a hot house is better for flowers, and yet the fields flower every year. If the milk comes, it comes. You have your own recovery to focus on, and the girl is accepting the bottle.”

Andy let out a breath. “Yeah, she is.” She really just needed someone to say it.

“Rally your strength. This is a marathon, not a sprint.”

“And here I thought labour was the finish line,” she said, with a twist of her lips.

Talia smiled indulgently and sipped her tea. “There is no finish line.”

Andy sighed. She was realising that.

She couldn’t talk about this with the others in the house. And not just because they all had such deep rooted issues around parents. For so long she had been Jason’s sweet little civilian girlfriend to them. The normal one. She settled into that reputation: she couldn’t solve crimes or defend herself, but she could hold a normal conversation and maintain a healthy reputation and go to the post office without getting into a shootout.

She could hold down a job. Get a degree. She could give Jason a happy home life.

And here she was: unable to look after herself. Unable to finish her studies. Unemployed. She couldn’t give Jason a home worth returning to. She couldn’t look after her own daughter. She couldn’t do anything at all.

The idea of going to Babs with her little problems was a humiliation too far.

She didn’t know why Talia cared enough to listen, let alone ask.

“Bruce is looking after you?” Talia asked.

“Yes. Yes, he’s been very… obliging.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“He loves babies. He just doesn’t know what to do with them.”

Talia smiled fondly, and sadly, into her tea. “That does not surprise.”

“Your son also loves babies.”

“Does he?” She looked genuinely surprised.

Andy hoped she wasn’t betraying Damian here. That was a relationship as complicated as Jason’s with Bruce and she knew far fewer details.

“He takes his duty as Uncle very seriously.”

“He would. He was fond of his brother.”

“Is fond,” Andy said sharply.

“You have had news?”

“No. But I won’t bury him until I do.”

Talia’s eyes were pitying. “You may be waiting a long time.”

“I’m not waiting. Either he comes home or he doesn’t. I have a daughter to raise.”

She nodded. “Good girl.” The assassin rose gracefully from her seat. “May I hold her?”

“No.”

She didn’t look especially surprised. “I should like to meet her all the same.”

Andy took a moment to consider it, then she slowly turned in her seat and brought the sleeping infant around to show her face. Talia rounded the bench.

Sophie was still in the potato stage, squishy and far too young to see if she had taken after either parent. There were pouty lips and wispy black hair in little tufts. She had Jason’s complexion and soft blue eyes when they were open that she suspected had once lived in Jasons’ face before the introduction of green. Andy loved her so much her heart hurt.

“This is Sophia.”

“Sophia,” Talia said softly. She cupped the back of her head and leaned in to get a closer look. “May you grow into your father’s strength, and your mother’s sense. Your grandfather’s resolve, and your… grandmother’s flexibility.”

Oh.

Hmm.

She felt more than saw Talia’s amusement at her revelation. She decided to let it slide but she was going to be having a serious conversation with Jason about this one day.

Talia leaned forward and kissed Sophie’s forehead.

“Sleep well, little one, and know you will always have an ally in me.”

She gave the baby one last caress, then she left, as quietly as she came.

#jason todd #red hood #dc #jason todd x oc #my fanfic #red hood x oc #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #fluff #talia al ghul #dad!jason #baby fic

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madamairlock · 5 days

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Alright, friends. The sequel to One Dear Perpetual Place has crossed 100k words and I hope to start posting it soon. In the meantime, anyone wanna play hangman to figure out the title?

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#odpp #one dear perpetual place #Kaitlin writes #baby fic #babyfic #battlegal #bsg #battlestar galactica

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the-oc-lass · 17 days

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Does Wrecker have fangirls? If not, he fucking should

GOOD EVENING FOLKS AND WELCOME BACK TO MY BULLSHIT. I've got more baby content for you!

This week we expand our story with Wrecker and a Baby. I love this giant man. I need a hug from him ASAP. If you missed the Crosshair chapter from a few days ago, it's posted here.

The full fic (a little longer than Crosshair's because we get a little more OC mom screentime) is also below the cut:

After a very long day of playing general, Rayona Yothia, mother to Echo “Ec” Yothia, is ready to fall down on her bunk and pass out for a few hours. The problem is, Ec does not share her wishes and is instead insistent on staying wide awake. She’s just finished trying and failing to feed Ec when, like a gift from the stars themselves, Wrecker walks in. He pauses when he sees her, his good eye darting across her face as he inspects her.

“You look tired, Ray,” he says. She hums, bouncing her son on her lap.

“Let’s just say our little friend here isn’t interested in sleeping at the moment,” she says. Wrecker watches her for another few seconds, then smiles at her.

“I’ll watch him.” She raises an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you afraid to hold him without supervision because you think you’ll drop him?” His smile turns a little more bashful and he scratches the back of his neck.

“I still wanna help you, Ray,” he says. Her gaze softens and she watches him for a moment before nodding.

“Okay. I’d appreciate it,” she says. He smiles and walks over to the bunk, waiting for her to stand up. He’s extra careful as she helps him adjust Ec in his arms, treating the infant like he’s made of glass. Once he’s comfortable, Rayona sets her hand on Wrecker’s arm. “You sure you’ll be okay?” He nods.

“Don’t worry, Ray. I’ve got him. You get some sleep,” he says. She smiles softly at him, squeezing his arm and nodding. She lies down and watches Wrecker as he leaves her room. A small part of her is anxious, but she knows Wrecker will be nothing but gentle with her son.

Wrecker doesn’t go far once he’s out of Rayona’s room. In fact, he only goes down the hall, finding a quiet place to sit down. The base isn’t the best place to raise a baby, but they make do. After all, Ec is great for morale. A long day of work and missions is all worth it when they get to come back and see him. And lucky for Wrecker, those who are close with Rayona get extra Ec time. He carefully shifts Ec in his arms, holding him up and bouncing him slightly. Ec giggles, waving his arms a little. After bouncing the baby a few times, Wrecker pauses and tilts his head slightly.

“What am I supposed to do with you?” he asks the baby. Ec babbles in response. Wrecker tries to figure out what kinds of things you do with babies and, after a few moments, he remembers a game he’s seen Echo play with the baby. Echo is good with him. Maybe it’s because the baby is named after him. Maybe it creates some kind of…Name bond. Wrecker doesn’t know, but he does know that the game made Ec laugh. So, Wrecker adjusts slightly, pulling his legs up and carefully resting Ec against them. Then, he covers his eyes—both of them, just in case his blind eye confuses the baby. “Where’d you go?” He uncovers his eyes and smiles widely at Ec. “There you are!” Ec giggles with pure glee, clapping tiny hands and babbling. His laughter makes Wrecker laugh too, and he continues with the game for a little while before Ec starts to lose interest. Wrecker bounces him again slightly, watching him closely. He looks a little more tired than he was earlier, but not by much.

“I heard you volunteered to watch the baby.” Wrecker lifts his head and Echo is looking down at him, clearly amused. Ec babbles happily, reaching a hand up toward the man he’s named after. Echo smiles, waving back with his droid hand—a gift Rayona and Tech made before…Well, everything. Those were simpler times.

“I thought Ray was asleep!” Wrecker says, bouncing Ec slightly again. Echo shrugs.

“She was half asleep when she told me.” He suddenly holds up a bottle. “She also told me that he needs to eat before he sleeps.” Wrecker perks up slightly.

“Oh! I can do that!” he says. Echo raises an eyebrow.

“You sure? He can be a little stubborn,” he warns. Wrecker just laughs.

“Like his mum!” he says. Echo smiles a bit at that, then hands the bottle to Wrecker.

“Just let me know if he won’t eat. I can usually convince him,” he says. Wrecker tilts his head.

“How do you do that?” he asks. Echo grins slightly and shrugs one shoulder.

“I’m the family’s weakness.” Wrecker chuckles, then turns back to Ec, holding up the bottle. The infant takes it eagerly and the two clones chuckle before Echo says something about checking in with Rex and excuses himself. By the time Ec has finished the contents of the bottle, he looks ready to fall asleep. Wrecker does his best to burp the child the way he’s seen Rayona and some of the others do before, and when it’s all said and done, Ec has fallen asleep. His tiny hand is curled into a fist, grasping onto the fabric of Wrecker’s blacks. The big man chuckles softly, setting the bottle aside and then curling his arms gently around the baby. After ducking his head slightly to kiss the top of Ec’s head, he decides he’ll stay here for a bit so that the kid can sleep. In the end, Wrecker falls asleep too.

A few hours later, Echo passes by the same spot again, pausing and smiling at the sight before him. Wrecker is still asleep against the wall, Ec peacefully resting against his chest, and Rayona, who clearly sensed that her son was never brought back to her, is now curled up against Wrecker’s side, her head on his shoulder. Though Wrecker isn’t Ec’s father, he stepped up during Rayona’s pregnancy and supported her even while he and Hunter went searching for Omega. Before Ec was even born, Wrecker swore that he’d be the best uncle he could be. Though he’s cautious due to his own strength and Ec’s small size, Wrecker has stood dutifully to that promise, just as he’s stood dutifully by Rayona. And he’ll continue to do so for as long as she needs him to, just as they all will. Echo snaps a quick holo of the sleepy pile, then quietly leaves them to rest for a little while longer.

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writtenonreceipts · 9 months

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@cassianappreciationweek thanks for hosting this event! This is the only thing I have prepared for the week.

We are keeping with a mini tradition I’ve found I love with character/ship weeks--baby fics. Enjoy.

no tag list, it’s pretty short...

Cassian Week Day Two: Yvette

The babe made a small noise akin to a newborn fawn. Something soft and mewling. Something new and fragile.

"Alright little one," Cassian murmured. He brushed a finger over her smooth, rosy cheek. "You're alright."

She gave a half-hearted yawn and wiggled in his grasp. Barely more than five hours old and the babe had already exhausted herself.

She only had a dark tuft of hair on her head that Cassian hoped would lighten to the burnished gold over her mother. Her eyes too were darker than his. Maybe they would lighten too. Lighten to that steel gaze of silver fire. Just like her mother.

“You’re going to be so loved, you know that?” he said. He adjusted the blanket wrapped around the babe so it was snug around her. She was so small he could keep her balanced with just one arm, her head fitting almost perfectly in his hand. “You’re mama’s been waiting so long to meet you.”

Scrunching her nose, the babe blinked open her eyes. Cassian lifted his daughter up so she was eye level. She squirmed as tears began to well in her eyes and then, too soon, she elicited a sharp cry.

“Hey, hey,” Cassian crooned. He tucked her against his chest, keeping her tight and warm. “We’ve gotta let mama rest. She worked hard to get you here, you know.”

Through the blankets, Cassian could feel the small shudder of wings. It had been easy to guess that Yvette would be born with wings. After the events with Nyx and everything that followed with Nesta’s magic--both of their fears had remained. It was impossible not to worry even with the comfort of knowing what the magic had granted them too.

Cassian eased Yvette against him so he could run a gentle hand along her back, soft and sure. The babe whimpered again but not as furious.

“I’ve got you,” Cassian said. He pressed a kiss to Yvette’s forehead, marveling at the smooth skin.

Here he was: a battleworn bastard with too many scars to count and holding a baby. His baby. When all his life he’d never thought he would have a mate, let alone a child. And here she was safe and sound in his arms.

“I’ve got you sweet girl.”

Slowly, Yvette eased back to sleep. She let out a little hiccup and burrowed against him. Cassian knew she would need to feed soon, but Nesta was still asleep and he certainly didn’t want to wake her, not yet.

He glanced over his shoulder where Nesta was still sprawled on the bed. Thankfully it didn’t look as though Yvette’s fussing disturbed her. Good. He wanted Nesta to rest. She’d been on bedrest the last three weeks of the pregnancy and the labor had been long and arduous. But Nesta, full of that strength and power that Cassian so admired her for, had endured.

Cassian strode out onto the balcony attached to their room and overlooked the city. It was quickly approaching dawn and pale gold and pink light scattered across the sky. A few stars still lingered off in the distance, but they were quickly disappearing. It was a new day full of new promises.

He dropped a kiss to Yvette’s head and stared out over his home. He marveled at it all. They were safe and they were together. Just as they should be.

#cassian #baby fic #cassianappreciationweek2023 #acotar #nessian #nesta archeron #nesta x cassian #soft!cassian

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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Hi! For the five line fic could you possibly do “I’m not afraid to die.” With whoever you like! Happy Wednesday :)

A/N: Set during OST, when Blackbeard tries to get Jack to jump off the cliff, but instead of threatening Angelica, he holds Will’s sister (reader) at gunpoint.

“I’m not afraid to die,” you spoke through gritted teeth and a harshly clenched jaw, your eyes forced to the side as you glared at the man holding a gun to your head.

Blackbeard laughed, a godawful sound that had your blood boiling. He pushed the barrel of the gun harder against your temple and leaned in close, the smell of his alcohol-riddled breath wavering your senses.

“You might not be afraid of your death,” he said, his voice gravelly, “but he is.” He nodded towards Jack, stood dangerously close to the edge of the cliff he’d been ordered to jump from and into the deep water below.

“Jump, Jack,” Blackbeard ordered once more. “Or I’ll shoot.”

It there were any words capable of pushing Captain Jack Sparrow from his high perch and down a couple notches into reality, it was those. Three words that had him considering every possibility of escape, no matter if most of those possibilities ended with his death. To be frank, he couldn’t care less. Jack had made many promise in his productive lifetime, but the one he held in the highest regard was the one he’d sworn to Will Turner after he had been made Captain of the Flying Dutchman; the promise that Jack would keep Will’s young sister safe as you sailed the seas together. That had been the agreement. Will had much rather you stayed on land with Elizabeth, but he was no fool. In the years you’d spent adventuring with Jack, you’d regained your sea-blood more than him. You belonged to a ship as much as Jack, and Will had allowed it with the half-hearted oath that Jack would not let a single hair on your head come to harm.

He was dangerously close to breaking the promise, and it was the first thing in a while he was choosing not to take lightly.

Cautiously, a newfound stoniness set in his brow, he peered over the edge and down to the rushing water below. He straightened suddenly and spun on his heel to point at Blackbeard. “If I jump—”

“When you jump.”

“—you’ll not harm her?”

Blackbeard’s lips turned upwards in a sickening grin. He lightly waved his hands about. “Not unless you leave with my chalices before I get there, Jack.”

Jack pressed his lips together in a thin line, glancing quickly between Blackbeard and you. Blackbeard and you. Blackbeard and you. Then, somehow, Angelica made the cut, her face clearly wondering what he was going to pick.

Blowing air into one cheek, he rolled his eyes. “Bugger this.”

“Don’t do it, Jack,” you said hurriedly. You hissed in pain as Blackbeard hit the end of the gun against your head. Jack’s expression hardened and he took two steps towards you.

“Not a hair on her head, Blackbeard, you hear me? Harm her in any way and you know I’ll know.”

Blackbeard threw his head back to laugh. “Jack Sparrow! Who knew you’d finally let someone wriggle their way into that black heart of yours?”

Angelica tried not to fidget so much. She valiantly failed, her discomfort at her supposed father’s words masked only by the way she suddenly lurched forward, heading for the cliff edge. “This is nonsense. I’m going.”

Jack pushed past her before anyone could react, leaping off the cliff and plunging down with an echoing scream. It was silent for a moment. Then, you swiftly took advantage of Blackbeard’s loosening grip. You wrenched yourself from his hold, blocking out his yells of “grab her, Quartermaster! Grab her!” When you reached the edge, you wasted no time in stepping off, pinwheeling your arms and letting loose your own screech as gravity yanked you down.

It happened so quickly that when your entire body became submerged in icy water, your lungs grappling for the air it had so suddenly lost, you panicked for a split second. That was until you felt strong arms wrap around your chest and pull you to the surface where you gasped for air and swept soaking hair from your face before turning to see your saviour.

“Y/N! You jumped?” Jack yelled, still gripping you even as you settled into your surroundings and began to tread the water yourself.

Your mouth dropped open and you splashed water in his face. “I said don’t do it!”

Jack splashed back, much harder than yours. “Didn’t really feel like watching you get shot!”

“Oh, please. Don’t be stupid, stupid! You really think you could do this without me?”

Jack scrunched his face up and let you go, shoving past you to swim to shore. “I could’ve done without you scaring me bloody beard off,” he called back, wondering why wet seemed to be the answer to most incidents recently.

“That’s a no, then, I presume!” You belatedly coughed out salt water before splashing after him, feeling the weight of the water begin to drag you down. Once you got within a foot of him, you surged forward and latched your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“You’re happy I jumped, really, aren’t you?” you asked him as he redoubled his swimming efforts thanks to the new added weight.

“‘Course I am, Pearlie,” he said sincerely, flashing you a gold-toothed grin.

POTC Masterpost

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