Little background fic for Marianne and her husband :)
It was raining when he came for her. A light spring shower, like the sky had just needed to flush out some extra rain they hadn’t gotten rid of yet.
It wasn’t like she was waiting for him. She had all but pushed him out of her mind. She was focused on getting out of this city, getting away from everyone here - her family, his family, him-
She didn’t want to leave him. How could she? He was hers, the love of her life, the father of her child (and it was her child, no matter that she had only found out about them within the past three days and everyone kept calling them ‘it’). But everyone had just proved how easily they could throw her aside. She couldn’t sit and wait for him to come and do the same. They had made promises, they loved each other, but it was different now.
CW I will be discussing health issues, possible malpractice, drug addiction, blood mention, pregnancy, and derealization.
Let’s start with the more “concerning” of the two. Certain symptoms are reminiscent of Cholestasis in my liver which, if severe enough, means I’ll have to deliver my child a month early. Along with that it’s caused manic itching and made me scratch until bleeding. It was rather alarming to look down and see I’d unconsciously mutilated my legs. Oops. ;;
Second point requires some backstory. About 6 years ago I was put on a “non-addictive” sleep aid as a treatment for my insomnia. The problem with this is that I’ve been taking this medicine daily for SIX YEARS, UNINTERRUPTED. There was hardly any dose changes from the medium dose I took, despite my weight fluctuating. Well, when you’re pregnant, your OB will want to reduce the amount of medication you’re on so baby isn’t also effected by it.
Despite this medicine being “non addictive”, I used to go into seizures and fainting spells when I would be abruptly taken off of it. Basically, it’s addictive and it being non addictive is only a sometimes thing depending on who it is.
The past few nights I decided to listen to the good ol doc and quit my medicine as he requested. The first day was fine, albeit, I slept restlessly and had episodes of derealization. It’s nothing too bad and the drug would be out of my system soon, yeah?
Wrong. Day two I woke up after not remembering going to sleep. My husband had just come home and greeted me cheerfully and I literally sat there. I didn’t know who he was, nor that I was married. Even more jarring, I did not know I was pregnant and looking down to see I’m VERY VISIBLY PREGNANT caused me to lock up so bad I went non-verbal. This continued for three hours. Three hours of waking up trembling, crying when he got too close, and being unable to speak. I thought towards the end that I had finally had the stroke my doctors warned might be in my future. Finally I was able to remember everything up until that point.
Now for those of you who are saying “So what? Just post the fic on time” I’d like to clarify that if I couldn’t remember my spouse and kept having lapses in memory, I certainly could not remember much about Genshin Impact (a game I recently got into.) I know a lot of you have common sense to not ask that question but just in case, I’d like to cover my bases. This isn’t targeting anyone btw I just made this comment to clarify I couldn’t remember something as important as if Zhongli was Geo or Pyro. Or that Cryo meant ice. I thought Anemo was a misspelling of anime for a minute and that was probably the funniest thing that happened.
Following up, I’ll be getting both blood work for problem A and a CT scan/MRI for problem B. Let’s hope for the best. ^^
Rating:Explicit (18+ ONLY, minors this is not the fic for you)
Warnings:unprotected sex (this is fictional wrap it up irl), lactation kink, friends to lovers, cursing, two flustered babies trying to hold back their horny asses, marcus sucks on some titties and tries to keep it together like the gentleman he is, and there’s clear consent my friends I promise even though the relationship is unestablished. Anything else I missed let me know!
Summary:Marcus comes home to find you in pain when your milk gets clogged so like any good friend, pining or otherwise, he helps you thus changing the course of your friendship.
A/N:Oh man, who do I thank first for this? I would not have gotten through this without @just-here-for-the-moment and her guidance as I have zero experience on anything baby related. Huge thanks to @lowlights for being my soundboard and the discord babes for hyping me up on this. Reader does have stretch marks from her pregnancy, but that’s it as far as physical description. However, if you spot anything please let me know (respectfully).
You hear grunting from inside the guest room, your bedroom for the time being or permanently as suggested by Marcus down the hall.
You want to help him, but the soft breathing from within your arms prevents you. You wouldn’t even be helpful with how sore your body is all the time. You admire the delicate features of your baby girl with your finger, curled into a swaddle and mouth parted while you lull her to a deep sleep even with all the noise going on.
She’s six weeks as of a few days ago.
You never thought you would end up in this difficult situation—newly single but you never got help anyway once you brought Penelope home. The only one waking up to soothe her cries and even down to diaper changes was all you.
So when you called Marcus telling him it was over and that you were being thrown out with nowhere to go—he jumped at the opportunity. He repeatedly assured you that the house he had purchased when he thought Teresa would be joining him in DC wasn’t made for a bachelor when you told him you wouldn’t overstay your welcome.
one of my college friends had a baby this past weekend, and the pictures are darling but hearing her talk about the experience of giving birth? feels like being tipped into the twilight zone.
Cajgaar commission for @exclectical who just wanted a more serious take on this, and when I, the big mean jerk, forced her to make it AU or Pre-klok, she chose: ‘pregnant with Casper.’
And I was like, ‘huh.’
Again the lighting here feels very well observed, the way all the white of the characters seems to glow even against the white of the backdrop. REALLY loving the posing here too, the intimacy and intricacy with which the characters wrap around each other; Caj reaching into Skwis’ hair is probably my favorite touch on that front, but I also really appreciate how the hips meet and the legs parallel each other.
Oo! Quick tutorial on how you add that glow effect. Totally easy to replicate this in all programs that support layers and layer modes :D
First, make the color of the clothing or whatever you’re going to have a glowing edge here, white. White won’t pick up any of the gradient effects, but other colors will.
Next, outline the “glowy” area in a cool shade (I used blue), or if you are working with black lines and need to make them a cool color: lockyour line layer (assure that the lines ONLY are on this layer as locking will affect everything not transparent) and fill with wide strokes of your cool color.
Finally, make a gradient layer of a warm color. I used red, and a circular-to-transparent gradient in one corner, only. Set the layer’s mode to color.
And you can mess with the opacity of the gradient layer as you like. That should get you that central burst of soft light. For a more intense variation on this, try setting the layer to overlay :)
Cajgaar commission for @exclectical who just wanted a more serious take on this, and when I, the big mean jerk, forced her to make it AU or Pre-klok, she chose: ‘pregnant with Casper.’
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, children feature predominantly, divorce mentions
Summary: Years after Bruce Wayne had gone into hiding, his whole world was turned upside down and he comes to see you. That’s when he finds out there’s more to you then he remembers.
Wordcount: 2.1k
A/N: Yes, this was aimed as being the Christian Bale Batman but honestly, it could really fit for any of them. This just follows certain plot lines from the Dark Knight Rises
You watched the TV, staring at the screen in front of you. It was a scene of Batman, soaring through the streets on the motorbike that was oh so familiar.
The man underneath was familiar too. You hadn’t seen him in five years since you had broken up and he had dropped your partnership for renewable energy.
You had known him and Rachel for years, and after her death he felt so guilty for letting his best friend die he became a recluse. But you were okay with it, as long as the two of you were together. And for three years you would stand by each other no matter what.
“Mama,” a small child called out, the little black haired boy running into the room with a smile on his face.
He didn’t know he was the heir to the Wayne company at the mere age of 4 but he was content with this house and this life. You had tried to tell Bruce for months before giving up.
“Alfred, please let me in,” you had begged, holding the raincoat against your body, “I need to talk to him,”
“He’s not taking any visitors right now Miss, I’m sorry,” he said, a sad look on his face.
He never wanted to turn you away, the girl of Bruce’s dreams, but the master of the house had been determined to not let anyone into the house, not even you.
Especially not you.
“I’m pregnant,” you admitted, tears in your eyes as you looked at the Butler who you had always been fond of, “I have a letter for him, can you at least give it to him,”
“I can do Miss, and I hope it works out between you and Master Bruce,” he said before taking the letter and stepping into the house.
Bruce had watched as you got into the car, driving away from Wayne Manor for the last time when Alfred walked up, handing the lonely man the letter.
“She isn’t safe with me, I can’t let her stay,” he stated, not even opening the letter because if he read your words, he knew he’d run right back to you.
“Master, I think it would be wise for you to read the letter. She has some life changing news for you,” he pleaded but it fell to deft ears.
Bruce picked up the letter with his name inscribed and threw it directly into the fire, turning his back to it as he stared down the dirt path he had just witness you drive down, “I don’t need to know,”
Now years later and you were living with Alfred in your apartment that had been secretly paid for by the Wayne foundation all these years. Alfred had made sure his godson grew up in the best life style that he could and that you two would never have to worry about anything.
So after he had quit his job at Wayne Manor, you of course gave him a place to stay and Tommy was glad he was here as well.
You threw the daily newspaper on the floor, the headline reading that Bruce Wayne has gambled away all of his money to the stock market just before they had crashed and now he was without any power and was essentially broke.
You sighed, head in your hands. You worked as a scientist sure, but it wasn’t enough to afford this apartment and this carefree lifestyle you had been so comfortable in. There was probably enough money for the next few months, but after that you may have to find a new place.
You watched Alfred playing lego with Tommy in the other room, the little boy giggling away to himself as he played with the legs car, speeding along the road. You sighed, shaking your head.
It was clear he had too much of his fathers daring and risky attitude in him already.
Whenever you looked at your son, you saw the man you were once in love with. They had those same compassionate eyes and a mop of untameable black hair on their head. You couldn’t help but worry for him though when - or if - he found out who his father was. Would he be disappointed? Happy? Upset? For now, you thought, that wouldn’t be a problem.
Until you heard a knock on the door. You quickly walked to the hallway, with all the crime going around recently and the attack on Gordon, yeah, you were a bit scared. You peeked through the keyhole and scoffed when you saw Bruce in front of it, waiting nervously.
You opened it, raising your eyebrows as you looked at him. Sure, you had seen a few pictures of the hermit that he had become over the years, but he was still the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on.
His breath hitched as well when he saw you, dressed in casual clothes but still as beautiful as when he would dress you up and take her to galas and be in her arms all night.
“What the hell do you want Wayne?” You asked, already knowing it wasn’t for you or your son.
“I’ve come for Alfred,” he said, the two if you not breaking eye contact, “I’ve come for help,”
“He doesn’t want to go back, it seems you manage to push away everyone you’ve ever held dear,” you said, turning your nose up at him.
The little boy ran into the doorway, stopping as he saw the tall man that towered over him. He smiled, “I’m Tommy,” he said as he saw the man, instantly not feeling threatened by him.
Alfred rushed out, breathing heavily, “I’m sorry Ma'am, I couldn’t stop him,” he said and you nodded, an awkward blush on your face.
“Go on Thomas sweetie, you go play with Alfred and don’t cause any trouble,” you said with a smile.
When you looked back up, Bruce had tears in his eyes. You’d never seen him so vulnerable, almost like he was imagining a world where he hadn’t left you. Because he knew. He knew as soon as he saw the little boy with black hair and inquisitive eyes who had inherited the name of his father.
“How old is he?” He croaked out, looking down at you with tears welling up in his eyes.
“Four,”
“Is he mine?” He asked, almost begging to know the answer, “He looks just like me,"
You didn’t answer for a second, meticulously deciding on how to explain to him the last four years whilst also letting him know he no longer had any say in your life or yours son.
"That’s none of your business anymore, you didn’t even read the letter did you? Listen to any of the voicemails I left?” You asked, folding your arms across her chest.
“Can I come in?” He asked and you opened your arms, inviting him in, the man stepping into the apartment. He knew Alfred had been sending money to a strange place each month and now he knew that it was all for you.
The apartment felt like a home. Pictures of you and your son littered the back wall, a few pictures of Alfred were also with the two of you. Then he saw one that had been slammed down on the table on the side, almost like it had been collecting dust for years.
“I’m sorry,” He began to rock on the balls of his feet slightly, “I didn’t want to drag you down with me,”
You scoffed, “Well you’re currently still a wanted criminal as Batman and you are completely broke so yeah, maybe I’m glad me and my son aren’t involved,”
He reached for your hands but you pulled away, “I never stopped loving you, I pushed you away because I couldn’t bear the thought of you knowing I was Batman and then being arrested,” he explained, a singular tear rolling down his cheek.
“I had just given birth to Thomas when you sent me those divorce papers,” you explained, now it was your turn to begin to get upset, “He’s your son, it says on his birth certificate. But the minute I signed those papers, I knew you weren’t coming back for us,”
“That’s where Alfred’s been going on his vacations, to see the two of you,"
You nodded, "He’s always known, he’s paid for this apartment all these years, he’s my son’s godfather,”
“Our son,”
You pointed your finger at him, an angry look on your face as you stepped closer to him, blood boiling at the prospect of him claiming any power over the boy you’d raised, “My son. You haven’t been there for him and if you hadn’t cared so much that your butler quit then you never would have,” you spat out, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hit him on the chest, “You weren’t there for me,"
He pulled you against his chest as you sobbed and you hated the comfort that you found as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and he realised just how much he missed this.
"I’m sorry, I should’ve been here. If I’d have read the letter, I’d be sitting here with you and our son and everything wouldn’t have gone to hell,” he whispered, your name on his lips like a prayer, “I love you,”
“I’ve always loved you,” you whispered back, pulling away to look up into his eyes, “But how can I trust you?”
“I’m going to fix this, then you can come back to the Manor, all three of us, as a family,” he promised, taking your hands in his, “And Alfred,”
You laughed, a smile on your face.
He wiped away the tears, “There’s that laugh,” he said so quietly he wasn’t sure you’d even hear.
“Alfred,” you called out and the man stepped out of the room, the little boy standing behind him to try and get a look at the scene, “I think Bruce needs to talk to you, but first-” you crouched down, “-Tommy come here,”
The little boy rushed into his mother’s arms, looking up at the man with wide blue eyes. He seemed curious and Bruce knew this was his son, he was perfect.
“This is your dad, you wanna go say hi?” You said and he nodded, running up to the man and wrapping an arm around his leg.
Bruce chuckled, prying the boy off slightly before kneeling down and wrapping him in the largest hug he’d ever given in his life. Tommy giggled, smiling up at his father as if he’d always been in his life.
“I love you son,"
"Love you too daddy,” he said and Bruce teared up, watching as you came and pulled the two boys into a hug.
“Once he’s done what he needs to do, he’s going to come back for us, for you. And we’re going to live in a nice big house with Alfred all the time,” you promised and the boy stood up.
“Come look at my legos,” he said, grabbing the larger hand of his father.
He chuckled, the widest grin that Alfred had seen in a while on Bruce’s face, “Of course, then I’ve got some business to attend to, is that okay kiddo?”
“Yeah,”
He looked back at you, a smile on his face as he looked at you with tears in her eyes. This was it. This was what he’d always wanted.
“You know he never submitted those divorce papers,” Alfred said as he stood next to you, the two of you watching as Tommy gave Bruce a guided tour of his room and all the little things he had, “He could never bring himself to lose you forever,”
You smiled to yourself, “Well he’s got to do better, I’m not going to forgive everything in an instant, but I’m willing to make it work,”
And for the first time in years, neither you nor Bruce needed to be scared, you had each other.
Warnings: fem!reader if that’s a warning, children, marriage, emotional conversations, not much else, it’s pretty fluffy
Summary: You are Peter Parkers wife and when you get pulled into another dimension with him and have to help these kids, you realise you can help this version of you in another universe.
Word Count: 2.4 k
It had been a regular day, you were waiting for Peter to come home from patrol, Aunt May was in the other room with baby Ben. But now it was midnight and he should have been home by now, the panic setting in.
You walked into the other room, pulling May aside. But not before you checked on Ben, making sure he was okay.
“Peters not back yet, I-I’m gonna try calling him again, can you watch Ben for a bit?” you asked. May wrapped her arm around your shoulders, both of you looking over the sweet little boy laying in the crib. He looked just like Peter, those bright brown eyes staring up at you and those sweet little locks of curly hair on his head.
You sighed, walking over to your shared bedroom with your husband before grabbing your phone, dialing Peter’s number for the third time tonight. Sure, he would sometimes be out on patrol late but he’d always call to let you know.
“Hey Pete, just wanted to check on you,” you said, leaning against the wall with a frustrated sigh, “You’re late, Ben just woke up again but May’s here. Do you need any help? Please call me back,"
All of a sudden, you could feel your body beginning to evaporate and you were in a random apartment bedroom that looked just like yours but wasn’t.
Peter was looking around the streets. One second he was heading home and the next, he had disappeared and was in the same alleyway but everything seemed different.
He swore under his breath before swinging to the nearest phone and dialing your number. Someone answered the phone, a male voice asking who it was. Instantly, he froze, dread sinking into him.
"Where’s Y/N?” He asked, his voice stern and harsh.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know anyone called Y/N,” the man said, “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number man,"
Peter instantly looked around, scanning the alleyway for you. He couldn’t let what happened to Gwen happen to you. He didn’t know how he’d live with himself if he let someone hurt you and Ben.
Whilst all of his fears were running through his head, he saw a portal open in the distance from the alleyway. With a confused look, he walked towards it, hearing people calling out his name.
When he walked in, he looked around at the two teenagers standing there. Suddenly, an older woman threw a cushion at him and the portal that he had walked through closed.
He pulled the mask off, looking around and staring at the people. You weren’t here.
"I’m Peter Parker, Spiderman,” he looked around, narrowing your eyes, “I was in my world but then I came here this morning, and now I’m here,”
They looked at him, the young girl MJ narrowing her eyes at him, “So it wasn’t just the villains,” Ned stated.
“So you’re telling me that matter displacement, multidimensional theory, its all real?” He asked and they nodded their heads. He smiled, a wide grin on his face as he looked around.
“But that doesn’t answer our question, where is our Peter?” MJ asked.
“Prove it, prove you are Peter Parker?” MJ said, folding her arms across her chest with a defiant look.
“I don’t really carry ID with me, it kind of defeats the secret identity thing,” he said before reaching into the small pocket by his side. He pulled out a photo of you, him and Ben before putting it back in his pocket, “Listen, I really need to get home,”
“Doesn’t matter,” MJ said before throwing a piece of bread at him that was sitting on the table.
“What was that for?” Peter asked, looking at her confused as the bread bounced off of him.
“I wanted to see if you have the Peter Tingle,” she said before picking up an orange off the table and throwing it at him.
He looked at her with confused gaze, “I have the Peter Tingle but now for food,” he said before looking around, “You are a very distrusting person and I respect that,” he jumped up, his hand sticking to the ceiling to show that he really was Spiderman.
“Crawl around,” MJ ordered.
He raised his eyebrows, “Crawl around?” He questioned as if it was the craziest idea in the world.
“We need more proof that you’re Spider Man,” she explained and the guy next to her stood awkwardly there.
With a sigh, he jumped up, crawling around a bit and even fulfilled Ned’s Lola request of cleaning the cobweb in the corner. “We good?” He asked when he came down
“For now,” she narrowed her eyes at him before turning to Ned, “Let’s keep doing it until we find the real Peter,”
Ned nodded his head, holding his hand out, “We want to find Peter,” he said, waving his hand around to reveal another person. This time, an older man walked out dressed in clothes suitable for a youth pastor, “Oh, it’s just some random guy,”
“Hope it’s okay, I just came through the portal,” he said before turning around, looking at it close, “Oh, it’s closed now,”
“Peter?” Ned questioned as he looked at the man.
Then the man noticed the other Peter that stood behind them. They both looked at each other before simultaneously shooting their webs at one another to see if they really were both Peter Parkers.
“So you’re Spider Man too?” Ned questioned before Lola walked in, saying something, “Also you two need to clean up the webs that you shot,”
They apologised to Lola before the second Peter looked at them all, “Well, I generally don’t go around advertising it,” he said.
When they found their Peter, they all comforted him over the death of his version of Aunt May. He blamed himself for it and they didn’t feel good about it.
“I lost my MJ once,” your Peter explained, his eyes tearing up, “I wasn’t fast enough to save her. I became bitter and stopped pulling my punches, I became full of rage,” he took a deep breath, looking at the young boy in front of him, “Then someone else stepped into my life and, and everything just became clear,"
He had met you in high school and you had always been friends with him. You had helped him through everything but when Gwen died, you had helped him recover and find himself again.
The three different Peters walked into the labs to work on their work. The first thing your Peter did was rush over to Ned, "Hey, is there any way that you can check with your magic hands if uh, my wife Y/N is here,” he asked and Ned raised his eyebrows.
“You have a wife in this reality?” Ned questioned and he smiled.
Peter nodded his head, pulling the picture from his pocket, “And a son,” he said, a huge proud grin on his face, “I just want you to see if she’s here’s, and my son Ben, I don’t want them to just be out there,”
Ned smiled to himself before closing his eyes, “Find Y/N Parker, and Ben Parker,” he said, moving his hands around.
A portal opened and through it, Peter saw you, a relieved smile on his face. You stormed through it, hitting him on the chest, “Where the hell am I?” You asked but he just pulled you closer into a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” he placed his hands on your face so that you were now looking at him, “How’s Ben? Is he at home with May? Did he come here with you?”
“Idiot, he’s at home with May. He’s fast asleep, now will you please explain to me why you didn’t call and where I am?” You asked, watching as everyone in the laboratory watched you and Peter interact.
“This is another universe, these are two other Peter Parkers,” he explained, pointing at two people behind him, “And we’re going to help cure the villains, like max,” she nodded, listening to him explain. He turned to look at everyone, “Guys this is my wife, Y/N,”
You looked around, smiling awkwardly before waving at the group of people. “Hey, um, do you need any help?” You asked, incredibly nervous.
“You seem awesome,” the girl said with a smile on her face and she lead you to the corner to show you how you could help out. “I’m MJ,” she held out her hand and you shook it.
“I, surprisingly, am also MJ but nobody’s called me that since high school. Y/N Mary Johnson, but uh, I just go by Y/N Parker now,” you explained and the girl smiled, realising that maybe she could have what you and Peter have.
“Well this is the stuff, I can help you a bit but I’m not really the chemistry one,” she explained and you nodded, “Peter is,” you both said at the same time, chuckling afterwards.
“Do you know if there’s like an interdimensional phone so I can reach May, I have expressed milk at home but she should probably know that I haven’t just abandoned my kid,” you explained, kind of rambling on a bit.
“We haven’t been able to figure that out yet," MJ said before looking around, almost seeming anxious to say the next words, "How does it work, with you and Peter and the whole spiderman thing,”
You smiled to yourself. She wanted what you had with your Peter, a life where she could balance love and the rest of her life. She was just like you in so many ways.
“It’s hard. He comes home late and struggles with the pressure and he’s scared of losing us; but it means the streets are safe. And he’s always there for Ben and for me and it works,” you explained, nudging her in the shoulder, “and hey, you two will make it work as well. Peters and MJs always end up together anyway,”
Your Peter looked over at you. He didn’t know how he deserved someone so smart and amazing who understood all aspects of his life. The worry he felt every day wondering if you and Ben would be okay. The fear of how stable his job was. The joy of being with his family. You understood it all.
“It’s sweet they can talk,” your Peter said to the other Peter as they worked on the cures for the villains, “About dating spiderman,” he chuckled to himself, “God that sounds so weird,”
“Yeah, with everyone knowing my identity, I don’t want her life to be ruined because of it,” The younger Peter explained, looking over at you and MJ as you laughed together.
“I know it sounds hard, but you can make it work. If you love MJ, it’ll work out. Because seeing the woman you love standing at the end of the aisle, seeing her holding your child in her arms,” he chuckled to himself, taking a deep breath as he looked over at you, “It makes all the worries and fears of being Spiderman evaporate in seconds,”
Once it was all over and they had managed to save everyone, the Peter from this reality was going to have to erase everyone’s memories so that everything would be fixed.
You walked up to MJ, “Listen, before you say goodbye, remember what I told you. This is gonna work out, MJs and Peters belong together. And anyway, if you ever need a girl chat, try to discover interdimensional texting,” she said, pulling the girl in for a hug.
“Thanks,” she said, wiping the tears away before walking over to her Peter. So you said goodbye to everyone and walked over to yours.
“It was lovely to meet you other Peter,” you said, pulling him into a hug.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said before wincing and you realised you had leant on his stab wound. You apologised and he just laughed.
“Let’s go home,” you said, taking your Peters hand in yours. He nodded, pulling your hand up, pressing his lips against your knuckles.
“Let’s go home,” he repeated.
That same tingling feeling that was there when you first appeared in this world appeared again and you appeared in your apartment. It was like no time had passed at all.
But Peter wasn’t there.
The first thing that you did was run towards your baby’s room in that cheap New York City apartment and pull him into your arms, cradling him against your chest.
Almost in an instant, Peter was swinging through that window, ripping the mask off and looking at you with tears in his eyes.
He rushed towards you, placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you in for a soft kiss, holding you and your son close.
“Does anyone want to tell me what is going on?” Aunt May asked and you both looked at her, forgetting that she was even there.
You both looked at each other, a sense of knowing in your eyes. You’d done something good today, helped influence these kids’ lives even if they were going to forget it in the next moment.
Did I like this. No. Did I have fun writing it though. Yeah, I kind of did.
this is for a Bucky Barnes x female!reader. If anyone would like it changed to adoption instead of pregnancy or nonbinary!reader or male!reader, I can post that too. Xx
I would honestly have to say that I would die for dad!bucky
Now, in the early stages of your marriage, he’d totally see you with nieces, nephews, friends children and imagine your life together.
Like whenever you’d be at a family gathering or with Morgan or Clints kids, he would just be in a total state of awe.
Sam noticed it first, teasing his friend before Bucky finally admitted he wanted it.
The family.
The security
He wanted all of it.
So as soon as the two of you got home, he wanted to start trying for that baby, taking you to bed and not letting you go for hours.
You were just as on board, a little less than he was but just as enthusiastic, and couldn’t wait to have your own children running around the house.
Bucky would hold you in his arms, his hands brushing through your hair as you discussed the future
“Bucky,” You whispered as you leaned into his chest, feelings his hands brushing through your hair. “Yeah,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead as the two of you looked at each other.
“What would you name your child?” She asked. Bucky wasn’t expecting the question so he thought about it before answering, “Becky or Winnie, for my sister and mother. Or maybe if it was a boy, something to do with Steve. He saved me life more times than I could count,” he explained.
So when you kept getting those negative tests, every one was like a kick in the gut, like someone was telling Bucky that he wasn’t worthy of having this family.
But one morning you didn’t feel so great, and not wanting to get your hopes up, you thought it was just a flu.
Bucky, on the other hand, thought you should get a test done just in case. So you reluctantly decided to do it.
And you sobbed on the floor of the bathroom when you saw three pregnancy tests all saying the same thing.
Positive
He was overjoyed when he found out, holding you in his arms and whispering thank yous.
When you got the news officially from the doctor, you were both full of happiness and Bucky didn’t think he could love you anymore.
The entire avengers facility was full of joy when they found out that the two of you were expecting a baby, Tony instantly taking you of the rosters for missions.
Everyone was ready to be the fun uncle and aunt, Nat and Sam having constant arguments over who was the coolest out of the two of them.
At the baby shower, you didn’t really care about the gender. You just wanted them to be okay and healthy.
But Tony pushed for the party, inviting all the avengers and watching as you and Bucky popped the baloons.
When he saw the little pink ribbons falling from them, Bucky swept you up in his arms before kneeling down to kiss your stomach.
“Hey baby girl,” he whispered as his hands cradled the bump that was very obvious to everyone now, “You’re gonna be just as brave and brilliant as your mummy aren’t you?”
You couldn’t believe this, your heart filled with joy as it all became real, as everything became just as you wanted. Bucky stood up, holding your face in his hands and pulling your lips against his. “I love you,” he whispered and you chuckled, whispering it back.
Sometimes Bucky would be worried about whether he’d be a good father but you were sure that he was.
When you finally went into labour, he went into immediate dad mode and had to help you throughout all of it.
“One more push please ma'am,” the nurse asked as she knelt down, “We can see the head now,”
You just sobbed throughout it, hand clamped in bucky’s as you glared at him, the pain overwhelming. “I’m so proud of you baby, come on, just one more,” he cooed and you let out a scream.
The room was silent as they looked at the baby in the nurses arms. “Why isn’t he crying!” You asked, heart pounding in your chest as you and Bucky shared anxious looks.
But all that worry dissipated when you heard that loud crying from your baby girl who was clearly loving the drama and the stress she was putting her parents through. You just let out a sigh of relief, glad she was here.
You decided to name her Rebecca Natasha Barnes, after his sister and your best friend.
Bucky didn’t want to hold his baby girl to start off with. But when you had fallen asleep, he was hesitant to pick his baby girl up.
But when she was looking up at him with those doe eyes, he held her against his bare chest, holding her gently as he sat down next to you.
He would whisper sweet things about how he was never going to let anything hurt his little girl. Never.
When you two went back to the Avengers compound, everyone instantly fell in love with Becca Barnes.
He would watch you and her constantly whenever you were together. He loved the family that he had managed to have.
So when she began to babble about nonsense, he kept trying to coerce her into saying his name first.
“Come on baby, say dada” he said as he knelt in front of the high chair, the rest of the a Avengers watched the big strong Winter Soldier being turned into a soft man by his daughter.
You chuckled, leaning against the counter as you watched Bucky. Becca babbled for a second, reaching her hands out, “Red,” she babbled out and everyone turned to look at Natasha.
“Yeah, the kid knows her auntie,” she said with a huge smile on her face as she looked at the little girl who was giggling at her fathers horrified expression.
Even despite the fact that their child’s first word was about Natasha - presumably - the kid lived her dad more than anything.
As she grew into a little two year old, she would often try to fiddle with Buckys metal arm, laughing whenever she felt the cold metal.
One day, as they watched the 7 year old Morgan play with the small toddler, Bucky leaned into his wife, kissing her gently.
“I want another one,” You said and he chuckled, not even shocked because he was thinking the same thing too. “Lets start as soon as possible,” he whispered as he pulled you in for that bruising kiss you didn’t know you had missed.
With this pregnancy, it didn’t take as long to coercive but the actually pregnancy itself was a lot harder.
You were tired all the time and Becca was so interested in your pregnancy and it was hard to keep up with everything.
Bucky would try to keep her busy, knowing how tired you were. He presumed it was because this one had inherited more of his super soldier strength.
The Avengers loved looking after Becca whenever the two of you went to appointments and she loved spending time with them.
This time, you went into early labour and everyone freaked out, Bucky being taken away as you were rushed in for an emergency c-section.
He couldn’t stop pacing back and forth as he waited, Steve actually having to come and calm him down.
So when he was allowed in to see you, despite your tired and exhausted disposition. He was overjoyed to see you holding the baby boy against your chest.
James Steven Barnes. The brilliant little boy that he had been able to meet.
He was was more of a handful growing up. He was just as crazy as his dad and would love to run around and cause as much chaos as possible.
You couldn’t keep up with any of his super human strengths because even as a growing child, he was able to do more than any other kid in his class.
Every Christmas, the four of you would go to Tonys cabin with the others and the whole Avengers compound would spend the whole Christmas together with all the kids and all the adults partying all new years eve.
When Becca was 7 and James was 5, you hadn’t expected to see that test read positive. Not once, not twice, three times.
So when they went to the doctors and found out that you were pregnant again.
Once again, smooth sailing, the kids were delighted to have another sibling on the way but you and Bucky were sure this was the limit. Three was already a handful of children.
At least that was until you found out it was twins. Twins for heavens sake, how could this have happened?
So when the twins were born, in good health might I add, Bucky and the kids were once again overjoyed.
Grant Buchanan Barnes and his twin sister older than him by 6 minutes, Winifred Peggy Barnes.
Natasha loved Winnie instantly, knowing that this girl was going to be just like you.
“Shes so sweet,” Nat said as she held the girl in her arms, watching as the little girl reached out and grasped her hair, pulling on it, “Just as fiesty as you,”
Bucky was the ultimate dad. He would go to every sport with them, coaching the girls soccer team.
The mums lived that. You’d always glare slightly when the women would fawn over your husband, trying to seduce him.
But he ignored that. What he didn’t ignore was whenever James’ friends called you a hot mum. That annoyed him.
As they grew up, he wanted to remember every single thing that happened in your lives, constantly taking photos.
He was also very overprotective and constantly looked after them to make sure that everyone was okay.
So when his daughter got a boyfriend, he was very, very overprotective.
“Whos that?” Bucky asked one day after school as he stood at the door, watching as the 15 year old Becca.
“Who are you talking about dad?” She questioned back and he knew she had the same way of avoiding questions just like you.
“The boy,” he said and you tried to stop him, “Buck,”. He shook his head, “No, a boy just dropped my baby girl home from school, who is he?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and staring at her. One that thing that girl had was the ability to stare back, the two in stalemate.
“I’ve got homework to do,” she said before walking off, ignoring the question.
The idea that his children were growing up scared him. James was the best on his team at only 13 and the 8 year old twins were the biggest pranksters he’d ever met, picking up too many tricks from uncle Sam.
He loved his children more than anything in the world, and that was something you loved him for as well.
Because for once in his life, he’d done something good. He’d done something really good.
Yeah, that’s my first headcanon. It wasn’t supposed to be so long but yeah.
Word Count: 1002 (unedited) Pairing: Cullen x Unnamed Female Inquisitor Rating: PG-13 Warnings: One use of the ‘f’ word, Pregnancy announcement, implied nudity
The morning sun rises far earlier than Cullen was prepared for. He blinks awake, cheek pressed into the pillow, and he groans, deciding that he doesn’t want to move for the next…forever. It’s easier, he thinks, to just pretend like the work would just stay downstairs if he simply refused to get up. Thankfully, he isn’t training any of the soldiers today - he’s got a War Room meeting in the afternoon, and is up to his gills in paperwork, but his bed is so warm, and the lull of sleep is already calling back to him.
“Good night’s rest, love?”
Cullen just smiles tiredly, eyes still shut as his head lulls to the side, following her voice. “Best I’ve had in weeks, thanks to you.” He finally opens his eyes, sitting up some, drinking her in. He smiles - he knew that the Inquisitor was a beautiful woman from the moment he laid eyes on her, fell a little bit in love with her the first time she approached him back at Haven.
She’d been just as stumbling and awkward as he felt, and he couldn’t believe that the supposed ‘Chosen of the Maker’ was sparing him the time of day, outside of Inquisition matters, of course. Everything they do, is for the Inquisition.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” She smiles at him, lopsided and sweet. He’d only seen her in battle once, and in training countless times, and learned that all the stories were true - she was a fierce adversary, and a hailstorm of power. But moments like these almost convinced Cullen that she’d never seen a day of hardship in her life, that she holds nothing but memories of tenderness and love.
Then her hand touches his, and he feels the hard calluses, sees the weariness in her eyes, and he’s glad that he can help the softness, at least for a short while.
“I could certainly get used to this view in the mornings.” He smiles, awkward and shy, though much more confident since the moment she’d finally approached him - that day, their kiss on the battlements. He had been so certain no kiss would ever exceed it, but every kiss between them was just as electric, just as sweet.
Cullen never thought he deserved sweet. He didn’t deserve the softness, didn’t deserve the smiles and the jokes, the way she looked at him. He didn’t deserve the glances he caught at the War Table, didn’t deserve the kisses she stole from him across his desk. He didn’t deserve to touch her, to look at the little coin she wore round her throat, to remind her of him.
She liked to remind herself of him, while she was away.
He hated when she left, when she took her small party to whatever reach of Ferelden or Orlais the Inquisition dragged her, but he knew that it was necessary - the Greater Good, and all that.
She kisses him again, smiling at him. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”
“Like you don’t already know.” Cullen chuckles, kissing her again, rubbing small circles into her thighs. “Mm, I wish you could stay here every night.”
“I will, soon.” She promises, straddling him, hands on his chest, “Every night, you and me and…”
It was time for them to rush Corypheus. It was time, the moment they’d all been waiting for. He was so worried for her, that he would lose her, but he couldn’t just…how was he supposed to tell her, that he was worried he would lose her, everything they’d worked for.
“You and me.” She smiles, nose pressed to his, kissing him again. “And our baby.”
Cullen’s heart nose dives right to his stomach and his eyes widen, “Our…?” His throat dries and he looks down to her stomach, “Our baby?”
She nods, unmarked hand on his cheek, her smile tentative, “Our baby.”
He kisses her, suddenly, arms around her, holding her in his lap. He laughs, smiling wider than he thought he ever could, “Our baby.” He repeats, quietly, reverently. Then, he tenses, “You’re really pregnant? Now?”
He thinks of Corypheus. He thinks of all the worst things that could happen to her, like he has a million times before - red Templars and rogue mages and demons and the fucking rifts. He wants to keep her safe, to keep her within the walls of Skyhold, but he knows that that isn’t a possibility, in spite of her…condition. She is the Inquisitor, and she is supposedly destined to save the world.
Cullen couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.
“I know.” She says, “But…I am. We’re having a baby.”
He can be worried later. He kisses her again, holding her close. It is soft, and sweet, and the moment is far more tender than Cullen is used to. “I love you.” He promises, “I love them.” He couldn’t imagine how terrified she was. She needed him to be strong right now - his fears could wait. Cullen knew that the last thing she needed was a groveling mess. He was happy - he’d always wanted to start a family, and the Inquisitor, his love, was the only person he trusted - loved - enough.
She smiles, hands on his cheeks, and he can feel the anchor pulsate, “I love you, Cullen. So, so very much.” He presses a soft kiss to the familiar green mark, and smiles against her hand.
He would pray today, he decides. He doesn’t have any pressing matters to attend to until this evening, and the paperwork could wait. They need whatever luck they could get, and he would do anything to keep her safe.
He wanted to be there with her, on the front lines. But, just like her, he had his role to play. He was the Commander, the Force behind the Inquisition. He would stand behind her, ensure that she was as safe as he could possibly ensure. For her. For him. For their baby.
Word Count: 1002 (unedited) Pairing: Cullen x Unnamed Female Inquisitor Rating: PG-13 Warnings: One use of the ‘f’ word, Pregnancy announcement, implied nudity
The morning sun rises far earlier than Cullen was prepared for. He blinks awake, cheek pressed into the pillow, and he groans, deciding that he doesn’t want to move for the next…forever. It’s easier, he thinks, to just pretend like the work would just stay downstairs if he simply refused to get up. Thankfully, he isn’t training any of the soldiers today - he’s got a War Room meeting in the afternoon, and is up to his gills in paperwork, but his bed is so warm, and the lull of sleep is already calling back to him.
“Good night’s rest, love?”
Cullen just smiles tiredly, eyes still shut as his head lulls to the side, following her voice. “Best I’ve had in weeks, thanks to you.” He finally opens his eyes, sitting up some, drinking her in. He smiles - he knew that the Inquisitor was a beautiful woman from the moment he laid eyes on her, fell a little bit in love with her the first time she approached him back at Haven.
She’d been just as stumbling and awkward as he felt, and he couldn’t believe that the supposed ‘Chosen of the Maker’ was sparing him the time of day, outside of Inquisition matters, of course. Everything they do, is for the Inquisition.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” She smiles at him, lopsided and sweet. He’d only seen her in battle once, and in training countless times, and learned that all the stories were true - she was a fierce adversary, and a hailstorm of power. But moments like these almost convinced Cullen that she’d never seen a day of hardship in her life, that she holds nothing but memories of tenderness and love.
Then her hand touches his, and he feels the hard calluses, sees the weariness in her eyes, and he’s glad that he can help the softness, at least for a short while.
“I could certainly get used to this view in the mornings.” He smiles, awkward and shy, though much more confident since the moment she’d finally approached him - that day, their kiss on the battlements. He had been so certain no kiss would ever exceed it, but every kiss between them was just as electric, just as sweet.
Cullen never thought he deserved sweet. He didn’t deserve the softness, didn’t deserve the smiles and the jokes, the way she looked at him. He didn’t deserve the glances he caught at the War Table, didn’t deserve the kisses she stole from him across his desk. He didn’t deserve to touch her, to look at the little coin she wore round her throat, to remind her of him.
She liked to remind herself of him, while she was away.
He hated when she left, when she took her small party to whatever reach of Ferelden or Orlais the Inquisition dragged her, but he knew that it was necessary - the Greater Good, and all that.
She kisses him again, smiling at him. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”
“Like you don’t already know.” Cullen chuckles, kissing her again, rubbing small circles into her thighs. “Mm, I wish you could stay here every night.”
“I will, soon.” She promises, straddling him, hands on his chest, “Every night, you and me and…”
It was time for them to rush Corypheus. It was time, the moment they’d all been waiting for. He was so worried for her, that he would lose her, but he couldn’t just…how was he supposed to tell her, that he was worried he would lose her, everything they’d worked for.
“You and me.” She smiles, nose pressed to his, kissing him again. “And our baby.”
Cullen’s heart nose dives right to his stomach and his eyes widen, “Our…?” His throat dries and he looks down to her stomach, “Our baby?”
She nods, unmarked hand on his cheek, her smile tentative, “Our baby.”
He kisses her, suddenly, arms around her, holding her in his lap. He laughs, smiling wider than he thought he ever could, “Our baby.” He repeats, quietly, reverently. Then, he tenses, “You’re really pregnant? Now?”
He thinks of Corypheus. He thinks of all the worst things that could happen to her, like he has a million times before - red Templars and rogue mages and demons and the fucking rifts. He wants to keep her safe, to keep her within the walls of Skyhold, but he knows that that isn’t a possibility, in spite of her…condition. She is the Inquisitor, and she is supposedly destined to save the world.
Cullen couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.
“I know.” She says, “But…I am. We’re having a baby.”
He can be worried later. He kisses her again, holding her close. It is soft, and sweet, and the moment is far more tender than Cullen is used to. “I love you.” He promises, “I love them.” He couldn’t imagine how terrified she was. She needed him to be strong right now - his fears could wait. Cullen knew that the last thing she needed was a groveling mess. He was happy - he’d always wanted to start a family, and the Inquisitor, his love, was the only person he trusted - loved - enough.
She smiles, hands on his cheeks, and he can feel the anchor pulsate, “I love you, Cullen. So, so very much.” He presses a soft kiss to the familiar green mark, and smiles against her hand.
He would pray today, he decides. He doesn’t have any pressing matters to attend to until this evening, and the paperwork could wait. They need whatever luck they could get, and he would do anything to keep her safe.
He wanted to be there with her, on the front lines. But, just like her, he had his role to play. He was the Commander, the Force behind the Inquisition. He would stand behind her, ensure that she was as safe as he could possibly ensure. For her. For him. For their baby.
Just some Victor scene stuck in my brain today, Enjoy!
If I knew that it was going to be freezing by the time, I was finally getting home I would have gotten a cab and wore a better coat. Pulling the collar and burrowing deeper into my wool jacket making sure the baby bump was covered, I braced for the cold air to hit once I walked out of the office. The frosty air turned my breath into a hazy mist instantly, turning towards home, gasping as I see Victor Li, my knight in shining armor, getting out of the sleek maroon sedan.
“Victor, what are you doing here?” “If you would have looked at your phone you would have realized I had messaged you. Dummy, we live together. Like I would let my wife walk home this late at night in the cold! Come love, I’ve got your favorite take-out you’ve been craving.“ “How did you know I wanted that?!” incredulous as I walked to the car with Victor by the passenger door.
Opening the passenger side door for me, I settle into the warmth. From his tone I know he’s going to start his nagging about being a dummy and working too much especially while pregnant. The car sped through the arctic inky night towards home, the warmth welcoming, the scent of food in the back seat is mouthwatering. I hadn’t realized I was starving with the hours of editing I got through after sending everyone else home for the night. “You’re the one posting a picture of it on your moments,” my face lit up with a break in the strict diet (yes! Baby bump score!) I’ve been on since finding out baby Li was on their way just over 4 months ago. I was hopeful there was pudding for dessert. “I’ll concede with your diet if you eat a better breakfast in the morning. We can’t have you or the baby missing any nutrition.” pouting I should have known he was going to have a condition. We had made it home. “Only way I’ll agree is if I can get pudding too! The baby realllllllly wants it Vic!” I’m not against begging to get pudding after almost a month. You weren’t going to drop the subject even after you’ve gotten out of the car.
“Out of the question. Dummy, you need to eat and rest. I’ll make them for you tomorrow or this weekend. Come on, let’s get you in the house, changed into something comfortable, and fed,” his hand on the small of my back, guiding us into the house. Within an hour of coming home, we ate dinner and bathed, settling in on the couch with Victor to read, the fireplace going and soft piano music playing from the stereo system throughout the house. I laid my head on his shoulder enjoying the feeling of his big warm hand cradling our child, euphoric sleep came with the warmth I felt. Victor looking over from his book in his lap whispering “I love you, my Dummy. You’re still not getting any pudding.”
A/N:Another request! This was from @needmorereading some dad!Tom content? Fluffy or smutty it’s really up to you, maybe some pregnancy fluff? I went pure fluff. oh and special shoutout to @lokifae42 for helping with some details in this story.
Pairing:Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader (But really it is more about Tom and his child.)
Summary: Tom wakes early one morning to make breakfast and gets a little helper.
Warnings: Excessive fluff, mentions of pregnancy.
AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND FOR READING, TAGLISTS REMAIN OPEN! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED!
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Tom slipped out of bed early that morning, making sure his alarm was off so you could sleep. You needed the sleep having worked hard this whole week. His feet padded against the hardwood floor as he made his way to their newly renovated kitchen.
“What to make? What to make?” Tom muttered to himself as he stood in front of the open fridge.
“Fwench toast!” A tiny, squeaky voice called out from the hallway.
Tom smiled as a little girl with brown curls toddled into the kitchen. Her curls smooshed against the side of her head and tucked under her arm was her beloved arctic fox plushie, Tom picked up last time shooting on location.
“There’s my Maddie bug!” Tom leaned down to scoop her up into his arms. He kissed both of her cheeks. “Want to help make breakfast with Daddy?”
Maddie nodded her head. “Fwench toast!” she repeated, her little arm shooting up into the air as she made a triumphant fist.
Tom chuckled as he placed her on the floor. “French Toast it is. Go grab your stool, darling.” He watched as Maddie toddled towards her stool and then turned to grab milk and eggs from the fridge.
“Weady!!” Tom whipped around to find Maddie next to the stove, wearing her apron.
“Indeed, you are, little chef.” He kissed the top of her head. “Can you grab the bread for me?” He pointed to a loaf on the counter as he turned the hob on and placed a frying pan on it.
With an outstretched arm, Maddie reached for the bread, just missing it. She crawled onto the counter and snagged the bread.
“You are as bad as your mother, darling.” Tom chuckled. “Climbing on the counters. Do you I put things in places you can’t reach?” He cracked several eggs into a bowl along with milk.
Maddie nodded her head. “No, no, Daddy. Bad daddy.” Her face fell into a pout that was the spitting image of her mother.
“You should tell your mum later. She’ll have to punish me.” He grabbed the spices. “Cinnamon.” He handed her the jar.
Maddie opened the jar and stuck her nose into it, leading to her sneezing, sending a cloud of cinnamon onto Tom’s shirt.
“Madison Hiddleston!” Tom’s face pinched into mock anger. “You did that on purpose!”
Maddie giggled at first before turning serious, hands on her hips. “Did not!”
“Did too!”
“DID NOT!” She stomped her foot. “Apologize!”
Tom scoffed before wrapping his arms around his daughter. “I’m sorry, Maddie bug. Now let’s make breakfast.”
She smiled and giggled as Tom’s beard tickled her neck. “No beard, Daddy!”
“You are one of the few people who would say that.” He soaked the bread in the mixture after Madison added the cinnamon and before long there was a plate piled high with slices of French toast. Tom cooked up some eggs and bacon while Maddie ate the first slices, sitting on the counter. Tom hopped up beside her, his own plate in hand.
“I thought we agreed no sitting on the counter.” You grumbled as you stepped into the kitchen, half smiling. You rubbed your hands over your swollen belly, nearing 7 months later that month.
Tom’s smile fell as he slid off the counter, holding his plate. “It was Madison’s idea.” He pointed at her, winking at you.
“WAS NOT! HE’S LYING, MUMMY!” Maddie pouted, not seeing the wink.
You marched up to Tom and jabbed a finger in his face, belly bumping him. “You lying about this poor sweet innocent girl luring you into breaking the rules, Hiddleston?”
Maddie smiled a wide, toothy grin, two of her teeth missing.
Tom pretended to consider his options but hanging his head, checking to make sure Madison was watching. “I was, darling. It was my idea. I was a naughty pea.”
Maddie’s giggle was the perfect reward. You playfully swatted at Tom’s ass, only to have him scoot out of the way. You placed your hands on your hips.
“You’ll pay for that!” You went to do it again. Tom scooped up Maddie, chuckling.
“You wouldn’t hit a man holding your only child, would you? Not your precious daughter?”
Maddie giggled uncontrollably in Tom’s embrace. You stepped towards him. “Don’t be so sure, Hiddleston. She is your partner in crime.”
Tom placed Maddie on the floor. “Run, darling, she’ll never catch us. TO THE PLAY ROOM!!” And he took off down the hallway with Maddie toddled behind him, but not before grabbing her plushie.
“Wait for me, Daddy!”
You shook your head as you heard screams of delight and giggles from down the hall.
“Don’t be like them. They set such a poor example.” You said to your belly, rubbing it while fixing yourself a plate of French toast. There was a small kick to your ribs in response.
“Traitors, all of you.” you mused, eating some bacon.
A/N:Another request! This was from @needmorereading some dad!Tom content? Fluffy or smutty it’s really up to you, maybe some pregnancy fluff? I went pure fluff. oh and special shoutout to @lokifae42 for helping with some details in this story.
Pairing:Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader (But really it is more about Tom and his child.)
Summary: Tom wakes early one morning to make breakfast and gets a little helper.
Warnings: Excessive fluff, mentions of pregnancy.
AS ALWAYS, THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND FOR READING, TAGLISTS REMAIN OPEN! LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED!
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Tom slipped out of bed early that morning, making sure his alarm was off so you could sleep. You needed the sleep having worked hard this whole week. His feet padded against the hardwood floor as he made his way to their newly renovated kitchen.
“What to make? What to make?” Tom muttered to himself as he stood in front of the open fridge.
“Fwench toast!” A tiny, squeaky voice called out from the hallway.
Tom smiled as a little girl with brown curls toddled into the kitchen. Her curls smooshed against the side of her head and tucked under her arm was her beloved arctic fox plushie, Tom picked up last time shooting on location.
“There’s my Maddie bug!” Tom leaned down to scoop her up into his arms. He kissed both of her cheeks. “Want to help make breakfast with Daddy?”
Maddie nodded her head. “Fwench toast!” she repeated, her little arm shooting up into the air as she made a triumphant fist.
Tom chuckled as he placed her on the floor. “French Toast it is. Go grab your stool, darling.” He watched as Maddie toddled towards her stool and then turned to grab milk and eggs from the fridge.
“Weady!!” Tom whipped around to find Maddie next to the stove, wearing her apron.
“Indeed, you are, little chef.” He kissed the top of her head. “Can you grab the bread for me?” He pointed to a loaf on the counter as he turned the hob on and placed a frying pan on it.
With an outstretched arm, Maddie reached for the bread, just missing it. She crawled onto the counter and snagged the bread.
“You are as bad as your mother, darling.” Tom chuckled. “Climbing on the counters. Do you I put things in places you can’t reach?” He cracked several eggs into a bowl along with milk.
Maddie nodded her head. “No, no, Daddy. Bad daddy.” Her face fell into a pout that was the spitting image of her mother.
“You should tell your mum later. She’ll have to punish me.” He grabbed the spices. “Cinnamon.” He handed her the jar.
Maddie opened the jar and stuck her nose into it, leading to her sneezing, sending a cloud of cinnamon onto Tom’s shirt.
“Madison Hiddleston!” Tom’s face pinched into mock anger. “You did that on purpose!”
Maddie giggled at first before turning serious, hands on her hips. “Did not!”
“Did too!”
“DID NOT!” She stomped her foot. “Apologize!”
Tom scoffed before wrapping his arms around his daughter. “I’m sorry, Maddie bug. Now let’s make breakfast.”
She smiled and giggled as Tom’s beard tickled her neck. “No beard, Daddy!”
“You are one of the few people who would say that.” He soaked the bread in the mixture after Madison added the cinnamon and before long there was a plate piled high with slices of French toast. Tom cooked up some eggs and bacon while Maddie ate the first slices, sitting on the counter. Tom hopped up beside her, his own plate in hand.
“I thought we agreed no sitting on the counter.” You grumbled as you stepped into the kitchen, half smiling. You rubbed your hands over your swollen belly, nearing 7 months later that month.
Tom’s smile fell as he slid off the counter, holding his plate. “It was Madison’s idea.” He pointed at her, winking at you.
“WAS NOT! HE’S LYING, MUMMY!” Maddie pouted, not seeing the wink.
You marched up to Tom and jabbed a finger in his face, belly bumping him. “You lying about this poor sweet innocent girl luring you into breaking the rules, Hiddleston?”
Maddie smiled a wide, toothy grin, two of her teeth missing.
Tom pretended to consider his options but hanging his head, checking to make sure Madison was watching. “I was, darling. It was my idea. I was a naughty pea.”
Maddie’s giggle was the perfect reward. You playfully swatted at Tom’s ass, only to have him scoot out of the way. You placed your hands on your hips.
“You’ll pay for that!” You went to do it again. Tom scooped up Maddie, chuckling.
“You wouldn’t hit a man holding your only child, would you? Not your precious daughter?”
Maddie giggled uncontrollably in Tom’s embrace. You stepped towards him. “Don’t be so sure, Hiddleston. She is your partner in crime.”
Tom placed Maddie on the floor. “Run, darling, she’ll never catch us. TO THE PLAY ROOM!!” And he took off down the hallway with Maddie toddled behind him, but not before grabbing her plushie.
“Wait for me, Daddy!”
You shook your head as you heard screams of delight and giggles from down the hall.
“Don’t be like them. They set such a poor example.” You said to your belly, rubbing it while fixing yourself a plate of French toast. There was a small kick to your ribs in response.
“Traitors, all of you.” you mused, eating some bacon.
No one would have guessed how bad Gojo despises the titles put to his name since he embodies them well. He makes each one his own. He works hard for it, to truly own it and confidently claim it just as he was deemed by others.
Six Eyes heir
Limitless Cursed Technique wielder.
The Strongest.
A mentor.
He plays it off like it’s nothing to him, that he’s just some smug bastard. But the reality of it all is that he despises it. Because with these titles, come the responsibilities that go along with them. And with each role he takes on, the greater the weight he feels on his shoulders.
Yet as the nurse acknowledges his presence when he walks into the room, somehow, he feels stripped of his previous titles as he takes in this new one. Gojo stood frozen at first, not really knowing what to do with himself, a clusterfuck of emotions brewing in him.
Fear, joy, distress, relief, excitement.. but mostly anxiousness.
Shit, he feels like he’s going to puke. What had he just gotten himself into? He thinks idly, palms getting clammy. But as soon as he got a glimpse of his little girl, he felt struck. There is a wave of calm in him and suddenly she is all he sees. And he is reaching for his blindfold, tugging it down as he approaches, yearning to see this tiny human with his extraordinary perception.
A sigh of relief escapes him as he detects no trace of cursed energy. He just sees perfection, although he might be a little biased.
Strong arms honed to fight and defend opens with a slight tremor on them as he was handed over his child. He holds his breath, afraid he’ll wake the little angel or worse, cause pain or distress. But the kid nestles comfortably in his arms, chubby cheek squishing against the swaddle blanket with every attempt to wag.
“Hey, kiddo.” He greets, his voice has never sounded this soft in his entire life. Gojo exhales shakily, grinning wide as the baby coos as if in response.
“You’re so beautiful.” He cradles her face in awe. “Just as pretty as your momma, aren’t you?” Gojo could not help but lean in to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, leaning back again before he could fully pull away to plant another one on her nose. And her cheek. And then the other cheek. And her chin.
He then holds the newborn’s tiny hand, marveling at how it looked significantly puny next to his own. Soft, fragile, trusting. A total opposite of his.
“Nice to meet'cha.” he murmurs, chuckling softly as he shakes her hand. The little angel grabs his pinky tighter making him laugh to himself again and say, “Yeah, hi, sweetheart. I’m your dad."
Gojo then winces and makes a face. "Well, if your momma still lets me.. Because you know, I was kinda late for your birth-” he shrugs, laughing wryly. “But you have to know, your dad is a very important man. Saves the world and exorcizes ugly stinky curses for a living. Very cool-”
He continues to babble on, so engrossed with his one-sided conversation that he doesn’t even notice his students who have come to visit enter the room. Megumi, Kugisaki and Yuuji laugh quietly among themselves watching their sensei endlessly talking to the newborn while feasting on the fruit basket Nanami and Shoko had asked them to bring for you. They know you won’t mind anyway.
Gojo has always been a fast learner, quickly getting accustomed to this new role as a father. Anyone who would see him cooing and holding the baby into a better position would think that this could not have been his first time holding a baby.
Gojo doesn’t notice but he smiles wider and wider with every small movement the baby makes. Eyes gleefully dancing across the delicate features of his daughter. He knows it’s too early to tell but he can already see how much she takes from you, and he’s so glad that she does. Gojo knows he’s going to spoil her rotten and he’s already mentally preparing himself for all the arguments he’s about to have with you.
For the nth time this evening, Gojo sighs happily.
“I did not know this was possible,” he purses his lips, grazing his daughter’s cheek with his fingertip. “I only just met you but I already know you will own the rest of my days.” Megumi smiles at this, proud and happy for him. Didn’t know his sensei actually had that in him. Megumi shakes his head thinking, Is this really the same weirdo who raised me? But then, Gojo continues to say, “I’m so glad I made your momma pregnant.” Megumi rolls his eyes.
The trio’s protest and gagging noises startles Gojo.
“God, sensei.”
“Eww!”
“Gross!!”
Gojo scowls at them, just realizing he wasn’t alone with you and his baby in the room. “When did you three get here??” He hisses at them, eyes widening when he sees the basket nearly empty. “And why are you brats eating that! Those are for Y/n!!"
Let’s just say you pretty much kicked them all out of the room when you wake up from all the bantering.
Gojo pouts by the door, begging you to let him stay. Already missing his daughter’s warmth as he longingly watches you feed her.
