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seriowan · 2 years

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baby talks - dad!rex x mom!f!reader (victory au)

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⭒ summary: in a perfect galaxy far, far away, you wake up one night to come across a precious moment between your husband and your tiny little baby girl. somehow, you find a way to fall in love all over again with just a smile and a little baby's giggle. ⭒ word count: 1.3k ⭒ pairing: dad!rex x f!reader ⭒ cw/tw: tooth-rotting fluff, brief mention of childbirth, parenting, motherhood, talk about having more children, republic victory au ⭒ a/n: i have baby fever. that's it. that's the explanation. this is also 100% self indulgent and rex probably wouldn't do half the shit i wrote in here but I. WILL. KEEP. DREAMING. OF. DAD REX. UNTIL. I. DIE.

The bed was empty when you woke. Warm yet vacant sheets greeted your hand when you threw it on the opposite side of the bed. Raising your head at the absence, you paused to listen, craning your ear towards the open door to the bedroom.

You were met with silence. Pushing aside the blankets, you kicked your legs over the edge and slipped your feet through your blue slippers, reaching for the navy robe draped over Rex’s reading chair.

Tightening it around your body, you carefully walked out of the room, gentle feet padding silently down the carpeted halls until you stopped outside of a familiar door scented of vanilla and baby powder. It was cracked open just enough for you to hear a familiar voice, deep and rich and spoken in a loving tone.

“That’s it, cyar’ika. Shhhh. No more tears.”

You bit your lip, stifling a smile as you peeked through the doorway.

It took every ounce of will to refrain from melting on the spot. Rex, bare chested with plaid pajama pants, lay flat on the ground with your little swaddled baby against his chest. One hand softly rubbed her back while the other playfully pat her bottom to the rhythm of the tune that he was humming. Your daughter, barely a few months old, could barely raise her own head as she toothlessly nibbled on her clenched fist. Rex thumbed away the drool on her chin, gently pinching her rosy cheeks with a dimpled smile on his face.

“Stop doing that,” he chastised softly, slipping his finger in between her tightly clenched fists. He hummed, pressing her knuckles against his lips as he mumbled, “Mama’s got to cut your nails. You’re scratching yourself. Heh, means you’ve got a little fighter in you. Just like your uncles, huh?”

Your daughter made a whining noise, sputtering past drooled lips. Big golden eyes blinked at Rex before her lips twitched into a small smile, full of childlike bliss that softened your heart in an instant. The lump in your throat was hard to swallow but you remained silent, leaning against the doorway as you continued watching in secret.

Rex chuckled warmly when she placed her ear against his chest, giggling as he kissed her small fingertips and blew the soft raspberries into her palm. She let go of his thick finger, sleepily rubbing her knuckles into her eyes before glancing right towards you and smiling.

“You can come out now. Your cover’s blown.”

You laughed softly, slipping into the nursery just to lay down on the floor besides him. Adoration burned in his eyes as you nestled closely to his side, settling your temple against his shoulder while your finger curled the wisp of hair atop your daughter’s head. She turned to you and smiled as if happier by your presence.

“She’s just like you,” you murmured, kissing Rex’s shoulder. “Intuitive. Perceptive.”

“Stubborn,” he added with a frown, unfurling the baby’s clenched fists yet again. “And why is she so smiley? She didn’t get that from me or you.”

You arched a brow, tipping your chin to give him a pointed look. “No, that’s definitely you. Fives is your brother, not mine.”

“Technically-” He grasped your hand and raised it, flashing the silver wedding band on your ring finger. “He is your brother through marriage. But you have a point. She certainly has his humor.”

“Speaking of, is he coming by?” You traced circles on the baby’s back, earning a hiccup that made Rex beam as if she had won an award. “He promised to babysit while we go on our date.”

Rex cleared his throat with uncertainty, caressing a large palm over your daughter’s small head. He paused before turning to you with an apologetic expression. “I was thinking we go out to dinner tomorrow. I just… I-I don’t want to leave her with Fives - you know how short his attention span is. Besides, Baby’s just a newborn and I… I can’t just leave her.”

You arched a brow, lips curling into a sly smirk. “You’re obsessed, aren’t you.”

Though he rolled his eyes, Rex didn’t deny the claim as he looked back at your daughter and smiled fondly.

“Yeah,” he admitted proudly, poking the nose that mirrored his own. She blinked, drooled, and made a few whines before setting her head on his chest and heartily beating it with a teeny tiny fist. Rex looked ready to burst with love - cheeks flushed red, eyes wide and sparkling like he just discovered something so utterly magnificent. He curtly sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, I don’t know how we’re supposed to watch her grow. I just… She’s so… small… And then she’ll be big.. I didn’t think…I never thought…”

“Rex,” you said firmly, causing his lips to shut and his eyes to dart to yours. You saw the worry and frowned, cupping the side of his face, thumb running over the scar on his cheekbone. “It’s okay. We’re here now. You don’t have to think about the things that you didn’t think you’d have because now, you actually have them. Freedom, a family, a baby. The war’s over and we don’t have to worry about dying in battles or spending months apart. We have all the time in the galaxy to watch her grow and thrive with the love of her uncles and family. Let’s just take this one day at a time, ok? Don’t worry about the future now, or you’ll miss her best years.”

You touched your baby’s ear, tracing the outline that felt so, so small against your fingertip. Rex shrugged down the carpet and shifted, rolling onto his side to place his tiny twin between your chests. You both propped yourselves up on your arms, temples to your palms as you watched her kick her feet and tiny hands, making small squeaks and grunts.

You both shared a laugh. She truly was a fighter just like her father.

Attentive on your little baby, you didn’t notice Rex looking at you until you caught a flash of gold in the corner of your eyes. You raised your head, face softening when you saw the same look of love on his face that he wore when he proposed; when you walked down the aisle; when you took his hand after childbirth and told him you loved him through tears of relief.

And every single time he gave you this look, you fell in love all over again.

…Until you noticed the slight touch of mischief that twitched the corner of his lip.

Your face suddenly fell, eyes narrowing. “Don’t you dare ask what I think you’re going to ask.”

He sheepishly looked down at the little baby with her blonde tuft of hair and curled a thread of hair upwards. The single strand made you laugh but you were still waiting for Rex to say with flushed cheeks and puppy-dog eyes… “Another one can’t hurt…”

You waited a moment before rolling your eyes and glancing at your grinning little girl.

“Hear that, baby? Daddy wants to replace you already-”

Rex scoffed and playfully nudged you away with a large hand to your face. You laughed against his palm, biting the skin before he could pull his hand back and faux glare. He turned his head to the little angel that peered up between you two with big eyes and pointed an accusing finger at her, deadpanning with a straight face, “Don’t you dare be like your mother. I’ll send you to bootcamp.”

You gasped, gently picking her up to place her tummy on your chest. Her small head wobbled as she shakily moved her head, but she held your gaze with a smile on her lips as you said, “He just wants someone to talk to about serious stuff and serious things. Mommy’s the fun one, isn’t she, precious?”

Rex’s grin became wolfish, eyes flashing with a brilliant playfulness.

“I can be fun,” he growled before leaning his head in the crook of your neck, blowing the largest raspberry that sent tingles down your spine. You howled out with laughter, causing your baby to mimic it from pure delight, eyes flickering back and forth between her parents. You caught the strange look of understanding in the small baby’s face and looked at Rex, arching your brow.

“Maybe another one wouldn’t hurt.”

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#captain rex #tw motherhood #dad captain rex #captain rex x reader #star wars the clone wars

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pr0ximamidnight · 7 months

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girl dinner this and girl dinner that but no one mentions mom dinner where you end up eating five cold dinosaur nuggets with their heads bitten off, half a banana, and apple skins

#personal #tw motherhood #idk what else to tag #tw kids

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a-lil-perspective · 2 years

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Real quick Mama Cyare giving Auntie baby pointers. :)

Legit Cyare is the baby hack/tips/tricks Queen. A dozen babies or som. She knows her Stuff™.

Although she’s kind of stumped when she beholds the chillest baby Asher. She had a whole bunch of excessive crying/colic/diaper rash tricks up her sleeve, ready to step in and save the day. Instead she’s aghast like “Dee you have the perfect baby I don’t know what to tell you???”

Lol Cyare does still offer tips and advice and answers general questions (and Dee has a lot of them). Her knowledge is endless. She teaches Dee about keeping Asher stretched out and mobile, fist clenching = hungry, massaging his tummy to help with milk digestion, the best diaper/bottle/clothing brands, and aftercare for momma too! And she always ALWAYS offers to babysit so that the new mama can have a break, despite having her own young brood back at home.

Cyare is a real one.

#I have so many thoughts about this #good ole cyare #tw parenthood #tw postpartum #tw motherhood #cyare and auntie supremacy #cyare #delana #dee #baby asher #ramser’ika #hunter junior #bad batch baby #baby hacks #baby tips #it’s a lil thing

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dreams-of-fate · 7 months

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"Somewhere between those beginnings and now, Rebecca traded her disinterest in motherhood for an obsession she can't articulate. She was wary, until she wasn't. She didn't want a baby, until it became the only thing she needed.

And yet most of the time, she's angry at herself for being a hostage to the longing. The desperation feels like her greatest weakness. She can't find the discipline to escape it, despite how tightly she can focus every other part of herself. Every other thought she has."

~ the whispers, pg. 96.

#musings ;; su.rong #(and these two are verse specific)#musings ;; wen.qing #musings ;; ling.wen #tw motherhood #tw infertility #tw miscarriage

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elusive---ivory · 1 year

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Yandere!Husband x Mother!Reader

I figured since it is Mother's Day (where I am anyways). I would make another piece about your Yandere husband and your life with him <3. TW: afab, pregnancy mention, nsfw mentions, children, possessive behavior, manipulation.

From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. You were everything he could think about. Your eyes, hair, and smile captivated him so much. He was practically dying to be in your arms.

There was one thing in his way, though. It was that you only saw him as a mere friend. Nothing more, nothing less. He had gone through the same experience time and time again. He determined to make you see that he was the one for you.

Whether it be tiny little white lies that shake your self-esteem so that you only come to him for guidance. Or he might sabotage your relationships with your friends to show you that he's the only one you can trust. He would go as far as to create doubt that your current partner could be cheating on you, so that you would dump that partner, just to favor him.

How he would stalk your social media page for hours, searching keywords to get the best photos of you. When you finally let your barriers down, you asked him on a date. At first, he didn't know how to react. He maintained a very cool and calculated persona but bursts into an excited squeal whenever he's around you. He's so grateful to be in your presence. He's like a lovesick puppy!

He would definitely show up with flowers every day because he absolutely adores you. He dresses to impress so you also wonder how many tuxes he owns because he wears so many. He enjoys it when he kisses you. he can't help but stare in your eyes, completely in love.

He had prepared to propose to you the moment he meet you. He wanted you to become his completely. He was patient and he was kind, but only for so long. When you took it upon yourself to ask for his hand in marriage, he was over the moon. He was finally going to get the happy ending he so desperately longed for. He had a ring your size and was already planning wedding preparations.

The day he got married to you would be the best moment of his life. He adores you in your wedding gown and tears up at the sight of you walking down the aisle. He's so happy to share this day with you. You're his only one.

When your children were born, your husband couldn't be more joyous. You had twins, which was double the diapers and tasks. But, he was more than happy to help out with them as toddlers or infants. He loves his children because they are a reflection of his endless love for you. Because you are apart of their creation, he can see your eyes in the twins.

He will die, kill, or even throw a bomb for his beautiful family, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #happy ending #yandere x y/n #yandere husband #yandere husband x reader #afab reader #mother reader #tw: children #tw: motherhood #lovesick #obssesive #obsessive love #yanderecore #yancore

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feral-ballad · 10 months

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I was a sick child in so many ways, always bent with allergies, forever frozen, bloated, out of my body. Because there was no refuge anywhere, I believed that I had to adapt to my shitty life, so every year I tried to accept it, accept the turmoil, the suicidal ideation my mother’s presence left me in. The way her groping fingers left my body forever in a state of distress. I didn’t know peace or reprieve. I only felt an anger I couldn’t express, and the more I wanted to, the more I grew fearful of doing so, inevitably shutting down.

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

#fariha róisín #tw: suidice #tw: mental breakdown #tw: trauma #tw: body issues #motherhood #anger #excerpts #writings #literature #prose #fragments #selections #words #quotes #prose collection

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purrsongs · 7 months

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something about weird little girls and weird old women and raising kids and changelings

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samanthamulder · 10 months

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TVARCHIVE'S TV APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | DAY 7: the show you wish everyone would watch

EVIL (2019- ) — The church has a backlog of about 500,000 requests for exorcisms and miracle appraisals. And [we] are hired by the church to investigate unexplained phenomenon and to recommend whether there should be an exorcism or further research. -I didn't know that was a job. -It is.

#lots of questions about faith and morality and love and motherhood and miracles and who or what is truly evil and if yes why #JUST DO IT ALREADY!!!#evil #tv #tvweek23 #eviledit #tvedit #horroredit #evilcentral #.gif #blood tw #flashing gif tw #evil cbs #evil paramount+

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artbyanca · 9 months

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Apollo and Artemis protecting their mother from the giant Tityos.

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a-dorin · 7 months

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motherhood in star wars

this has probably been discussed before, but the theme of motherhood and being a mother in the realm of star wars media has been on my mind lately.

here is my question: why is theme of motherhood in star wars so fucking tragic?

first of all, most (not all) mothers of force-sensitive children have their children taken from them at a young age so they can join the jedi order. and the worst part is that these mothers never really see their children again because the order forbids attachments. it is so heart-breaking to have your child taken from you to join a weird, cult-like order where you will never see them again. there is a sense of loss and suffering in that aspect.

then we have a plethora of characters who are mothers and DIE (leia, padmé, shmi), who lose their mothers or lose someone close to them after becoming a mother.

padmé amidala literally loses her life to complications of childbirth. she did not even get to experience motherhood before her life was ripped away from her. it's so upsetting to me because of her eagerness to raise her children with anakin and live a life of happiness with her new family.

leia is born an orphan who has no mother (yes i know she is adopted by bail and breha) but she literally comes into this world without her biological mother because her mom dies from the complications of childbirth! then, leia loses her son ben to the dark side, only to sacrifice herself in the sequels. which, causes rey distress because she was a mentor and (sort of) a maternal figure towards her!

shmi skywalker literally loses her relationship with her son after he departs with qui-gon and obi-wan. and she literally also dies after reuniting with anakin once more in aotc. she loses the one thing that meant the most to her (ani - her pride and joy!) and does not get to fulfill her role of raising him into adulthood.

while hera does have an adopted family (zeb, ezra, sabine, chopper) she does not get to experience the life with the family she created with kanan because he literally dies. while she received the ability to be a mother to jacen, she lost her spouse.

why does being a mother in the star wars universe only bring you tragedy, loss, and even your life? what do the writers have against womanhood and motherhood? i am aware there are good portrayals of motherhood in star wars, but 75% of the mothers suffer.

it's infuriating to me, and i am sure it's just rambling, but it truly is so upsetting that we do not have many feel-good, healthy, fulfilling portrayals of motherhood in star wars. women deserve to see it. everyone deserves to see it.

#star wars #star wars meta #i am sure this doesn't make sense and i'm sorry #motherhood #tw: death #tw: discussions of death #leia organa #padme amidala #shmi skywalker #hera syndulla #feel free to add any more points or characters

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seriowan · 2 years

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a little echo - dad!fives x mom!f!reader (republic victory au)

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⭒ summary: mischievous, giggly, and absolutely adorable. what else could you expect from a miniature version of fives? ⭒ word count: 1.8k ⭒ pairing: dad!fives x f!reader ⭒ cw/tw: tooth-rotting fluff, parenting, motherhood, republic victory au where echo died at the citadel ⭒ a/n: i had baby fever and when @stcrmhond came into my inbox with dad!fives, my mind went into OVERLOAD. baby i see u and ur dad!wolffe mention and LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING... that's probably on its way too cause i have no self-control hehe

The first thing that you noticed when you walked through the door of your apartment was the silence.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Normally, a pair of big black boots and a two-year-old’s light-up shoes would be scattered by the door. The air would smell of burnt food from Fives’ attempt to cook dinner after your shift or Ekko would come sprinting up to you with his thick little hands making grabbing motions, eyes full of happy tears as he would beg to be picked up.

But, your apartment remained silent.

There were no boots or tiny blue shoes by the door. The box of toys was closed tightly and everything stayed clean, including the air that smells like… something sweet? You couldn’t name it and you didn’t have the time to sit and think about it.

Hooking your keys on the wall, you slipped off your shoes and shut the door, calling out, “Fives? Ekko? Baby, are you home?”

Silence.

You frowned, unable to hide the touch of worry as you called out their names once more. Steady footsteps walked to the kitchen, dejected to see that everything was cleaned and put away. You’d rather it be messy and chaotic than so dull and dreary. The nervous pit in your stomach only grew when you ventured down the hall toward your bedroom.

As the door opened with a hiss, you cringed, half expecting Fives and Ekko to come jumping out with some sort of prank. Instead, you saw Fives’ armor hanging neatly in its corner, right alongside his blaster and helmet. Straightened sheets showed no sign of Fives’ daily nap and Ekko’s blue blanket, crocheted by Cody but gifted through Rex, sat in its spot between your pillows, folded and untouched since the morning.

It was unnerving to know that your home was silent when both of your boys should have been here.

Biting your lip, you realized that there was one more room left to check before you were going to call Fives’ comm. With a deep breath, you walked to the door just outside the bedroom — the door painted blue and covered in stickers of GAR ships and various troopers.

Much to the 501st’s dismay (but the 212th’s delight), many of the trooper stickers happened to be men in yellow rather than blue.

You reach your hand towards the panel when you suddenly paused and pressed your ear against the door.

Even though the layers of metal, you caught the trace of a deep and heavy snore, followed by a soft yet undoubtedly mischievous giggle.

Chewing on your cheek, you opened the door and peeked your head into Ekko’s room.

Clad in grey sweatpants and a tight black tank top, Fives lay sprawled and asleep on the carpeted floor, snoring like an angry bantha in spring. While the faint hiss of the door opening didn’t exactly wake him from his coma nap, the little brown-haired toddler sitting on his chest glanced up with wide eyes of shock, frozen from being caught red-handed with a blue marker in his hand.

You slapped your hand over your mouth, clenching your eyes shut as you struggled to hold in a series of loud laughter.

Ekko dropped the marker down in his lap and flashed you a shy smile, dimples creasing his cheeks. His small hand nervously slapped over Fives’ face like he could cover the evidence of his boredom, but all it did was simply wake up his father.

With a curt snort, Fives’ eyes snapped open. He blinked, glancing at Ekko with furrowed brows as he reached up to move the small hand from his cheeks.

“What the he-e-e-y-y, mesh’la!” He gave you a happy smile, oblivious to the shit-faced grin that you hid underneath your palm. “You’re home late! I didn't make dinner so I figured we'd order somethin' and maybe watch a holofilm tonight-”

Clearing your throat, you finally lowered your hand and gestured to your face. “Uh, baby, you got a little something there.”

He arched his brows, glancing back and forth between you and Ekko before steadily standing up. Hiking the toddler onto his hip, he walked up to the window and lifted the blinds. The moment he was greeted with a tattooed reflection, his eyes bulged and his mouth fell open in surprise — a look that made Ekko burst with laughter, consequently making you fall into giggles as well.

Fives scooped the baby up into the air, holding him right above his face as he accused with a grin, “You did this? You pranked me? You’re barely two!”

“He’s obviously a quick learner,” you snickered, turning to grab a wet towel from the bathroom.

When you returned, Fives was back on the floor with Ekko on his chest, grinning as the toddler continued scribbling happily on his face. Ekko was now kicking his feet, speaking in his toddler language to an intently-listening Fives. With a sigh, you settled the towel on the dresser and laid down beside Fives. He reached over your hip, resting his hand comfortably on your thigh as you settled your cheek on his shoulder.

Ekko paused drawing on Fives’ face to raise his marker and happily say, “Blue. Daddy blue.”

“That’s right,” Fives beamed proudly, giving you a pointed look. “Look at him, already representing 501st blue. Cody's gonna hate this but Rex? Ah, he's going to piss himself crying when I tell him.”

“That man needs his own child,” you mumbled as you pressed your lips to Fives’ shoulder. “Or else he’s going to end up stealing ours.”

Fives snorted and rolled his eyes. Ekko giggled and quickly mimicked him, echoing the same snort and a half-attempted eye roll.

You smiled, playfully running your fingers up his leg to his chest before tickling him, earning a series of happy giggles. Fives kissed your forehead and looked back at Ekko with glistening eyes.

Even though two years had passed, it seemed as if he’d never get used to the marvelous fact that he had his own little replica of himself. Not a clone, but a blend of you both, created properly with parents who loved him in a world that was finally safe.

But, as much as Fives loved his son, he would always see a piece of someone else in Ekko. The face that had left him far too soon. The man whose chosen name was passed onto his nephew; a perfect decision now that Ekko had truly grown into his personality. Each day that passed, Fives saw more and more of his twin in his son’s eyes. They shared the same laughter; the same shy inclination towards mischief; the same knack to mimic others either intentionally or unintentionally.

It was heartwarming and Fives wouldn’t have it any other way… but it was a reminder of what he had lost in order to gain.

He talked to you about this, voicing a worry that he would one day come to turn Ekko away for looking and acting too much like Echo. He was afraid that Echo would become too much of a painful memory, preventing him from looking at his son without a gaze of loss.

I don’t know how to be a dad, he had said. I…I didn’t have one. The biggest father figure in my life was Rex but even that’s a stretch. What if I can’t do it? What if I’m going to miss something or do something that makes him hate me? You know how they get when they’re older… what if I mess up?

What if…What if… What if…

By now, it was instinct to know when he would fall into this train of thought. The silence was the first tip-off, and the subconscious way he’d seek your touch and hold you was the second. When his arm moved to loop around your shoulder, pulling you against the side of his torso, you knew that he was struggling and turned your head to look up.

“Fives,” you said softly, causing his eyes to open and flicker towards you. Ekko stood from his chest to seek out more markers, giving you a moment to prop yourself up on your elbow and press a kiss to Fives’ cheek. “You are a good father. He’s too young to tell you this, but what you’re doing? It’s enough. Just being here and doing this?” You playfully pinched his marker-covered cheeks. He softly smiled and swatted at your hand. “It means more than you know. You don’t need to have a father in order to be a good one. And he obviously loves you more than me.”

Ekko walked over just in time to hear the last part, causing him to furrow his brows and shake his head.

“No?” Fives dramatically gasped, splaying his hand over his chest. “No? So you’re telling me that mom’s better?”

Ekko hid his hands behind his back, shyly dipping his chin when he looked at you. You arched a brow, waiting for him to say yes, only for Ekko to suddenly shake his head and point at Fives. Slapping a hand over his mouth, he giggled into his palm when Fives let out a happy holler. You grinned and nodded, patting Fives’ chest for Ekko to sit back down.

“See?” You craned your neck to kiss Fives’ cheek. “Told you.”

Fives simply nodded, shifting his attention to Ekko as he roughly sat down. An oof slipped past Fives’ lips, twitching into a frown when Ekko raised a red and orange marker instead of blue. “What? Ad’ika, Daddy hates every color except blue.”

“Mommy doesn’t,” you smirked, tapping your cheek. “Tat me up, baby.”

Fives gave you a deadpanned stare, repeating, “Tat me up?”

You paused and sighed. “I’ve been spending too much time with the Corries.”

He nodded in agreement, smirking as Ekko uncapped the red marker with a sharp pop. He leaned over, drawing a squiggle up your cheekbone. As you giggled at the ticklish sensation, you caught Fives’ loving gaze and raised a hand, cupping his cheek and swiping your thumb across his goatee.

“I love you,” you said firmly, shifting your gaze to Ekko as he drew a circle in your cheek. “And I love you, baby boy. So, so, so much.”

Ekko sat back, pressed his lips into his palm, and blew you a kiss. You pretended to catch it and place it against Fives’ heart.

Fives chuckled and cupped the back of Ekko’s head, pulling him close to smack a brief kiss onto his forehead. Ekko smiled and continued writing along the side of your face, flashing you cheeky little grins whenever he caught your eyes.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” Fives said softly so that only you could hear.

“You don’t have to do anything to deserve something good in life. No one does.”

He chuckled. “Sure you’re not a Jedi? I swear, I think I heard Master Plo say something similar-”

You playfully pinched his nose, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. “Smartass.”

“Osik, baby,” Fives muttered nasally, reaching for your fingers. “You’re pinching hard-”

Ekko immediately perked up, causing you to pale and Fives to break out in a big grin right before the toddler could scream out, “OSIK!”

Fives howled out in laughter while you let out a deep, lamenting groan.

“THAT’S MY BOY!”

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#arc trooper fives #dad fives #fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #tw motherhood #tw parenting

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terrence-silver · 22 days

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How would Terry feel if beloved didn’t want any children out of fear of thinking she’d be a bad mother?

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He'd think they'd be a perfect mother, and oh, ego driven grandeur, his opinion precedes everyone's, even beloved's, seeing as how he'd just about convince them they'd be the most amazing parent because he thinks so. Because he says so. What? Someone wants to disagree? There's no disagreeing in this dojo! There's no arguing either. Fear doesn't exist! Neither do insecurities or any sort of weaknesses. Both will be purged accordingly and replaced with whatever he deems fit. Sure. He can listen to differing opinions, but ultimately, his word is law. His word is final all while he acts like there's a sense of egalitarian democracy at hand here. Spoiler; there ain't.

He's heard you, yes, but he's already made up his mind eons ago.

And of course, lets not forget, whatever he concludes is paramount in any case.

Terry's the one deciding what constitutes as a 'bad' anything.

Naturally, beloved gets convinced into his point of view. Slowly and certainly. Or not so slowly --- depends when he wants this. Under what schedule. Building on a foundation of patience or eagerness. Regardless, beloved gets trained into it, perhaps, without even noticing they're being deliberately conditioned, getting the impression this change of heart must be their own, uninfluenced by anything or anyone else around them which is precisely what Terry wants anyway all while sweetly manipulating and encouraging beloved to think the same way as him, or rather, think the way he wants them to think. Hey, if this guy can butter up someone into kicking iron pipes and wooden planks and willingly break their own foot and fists mid-training then he can convince a blind man that the grass is pink in color --- or someone dubious about their own future parentage skills that they'd be a phenomenal parent, which, ironically, self-fulfilling prophecy and all, they probably will be once Terry's done tinkering with their mind. The power of suggestion is astounding like that. He picked beloved. Singled them out. He wants and desires them. So, automatically, that makes them the very best. And if you repeat a piece of information a million times it tends to ironically start coming true. Becomes spoken into existence. In this case, if he simply makes beloved believe they'd be a great mother --- that is what they'll become. And Terry will be fully aware and conscious he did that. He was the controller and the sole architect of this outcome. He was the teacher. The Sensei.

He crystallized beloved.

He couldn't be cockier and prouder. By the end of it, oh, he'll have beloved over here happy, excited and even utterly enthusiastic with the prospect of motherhood, even if it is something they initially didn't exactly want to do. In fact, especially then. He wants beloved to practically thank him and beam with loving gratitude due to him being the first (and only) one to see the potential of them having it in them all along. To be grateful that he 'discovered them' in so many ways.

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