#baby prompts

[unboundprompts]

Can I get some prompts of a single parent struggling to take care of a baby? Like to the point where they are starting to lose sleep or is just that stressed? The baby could be theirs or one they adopted/found abandoned. I really don't mind if it's either Angst or Fluff. Anyways I know this is a bit specific and I hope it's not too much. I really love all of your prompts! I hope you have a wonderful day/night! Keep up the fantastic prompts! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for the kind words!

Single Parenting Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"I'm just so afraid of messing it up," she admitted, her voice small. "Everything I do matters, and one wrong move could alter their entire future." She spared a glance at the baby asleep in their crib, blissfully unaware of the uncertainty and fear she was feeling.

"When they get older, they're going to realize everything you've done for them. There will be bumps in the road, there always is. But at the end of the day, they're going to see how hard you tried to give them the perfect life. And that's what they're going to remember."

He felt like pulling his hair out. "I haven't slept in weeks," he admitted, voice strained and dark spots under his eyes prominent. "I didn't realize how hard it was to take care of a baby."

They blinked open their eyes at the sound of the baby crying. There goes any hope of getting a full night's rest. They drag themselves out of bed and lift the baby from the crib. She practically melts into their touch, tears easing up at just the notion of being held. "It's going to be a long night, huh?" They ask the baby, already rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Parenting was hard. A lot harder than he thought it was going to be. But it was moments like these-- when the baby looked up at him like he was their entire world with a smile on their face-- that made it worth it.

"Your grandmother used to sing this to me," she said softly to the baby in her arms, "every night before bed."

They needed a break. They needed to step back. They needed to... they didn't know what they needed to do. Never in a million years did they think they would be responsible for caring for a baby. They definitely hadn't planned on it, that was for sure. But, now they had one. And they hadn't the slightest clue of what to do with it.

"This baby needs me, right now," she said with force in her lungs. "I don't have a single idea of what I'm doing, but that doesn't change the fact that it is my responsibility. And I'm going to take care of it."

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

Hey! I’ve been requested to do some fluffy family prompts (Specifically fluff with newborn baby). And I am having DIFFICULTIES. Got any fluffy prompts?

Sure!

Baby prompts

1. “Who’s the cutest baby in the world? You are! Yes, you are!”

2. Singing to the baby.

3. Playing with the baby.

4. Rocking them to sleep.

5. “Awwwww!”

6. “He/she said ‘ma’/‘dada’!”

[genevievemd]

14 for the baby prompts please ❤️

Warm Hearts

Book: Open Heart (Beyond) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 529 Rating: G Category: fluff Trope(s): 

Summary: Ethan comes home after a long day do his wife and baby. 

Warnings: none

A/N: Both you and @potionsprefect and an anon requested this one lol Also, I managed to keep this short like promised. Love that for me. Also also, I didn’t proof read, yolo bitches

Ethan steps off the elevator, rounding the corner and walking towards his front door. Eager to reunite with Genevieve and Lizzie. The day had been one disaster after another, and he knew the only thing that could lift his sour mood was his girls.

A drastic contrast to what he’d crave at the end of a long day just seven years ago. 

He gets to their door in record time, unlocking it quickly – the weight of the day disappearing the minute his eyes land on his wife and nine month old. His daughter is in her high chair, a collection of teething toys on the chair, with a frazzled looking Gen in the kitchen stool beside her. 

“Dada!” The tiniest of the two blondes claps excitedly, her blue eyes bright and sparkling. 

“Of course, the minute you get home, she acts like nothing is wrong.” Gen sighs, head falling onto the counter in defeat. 

“Rough day, too?” Ethan drops his briefcase at the door, walking over to kiss his wife’s head then Lizzie’s. 

“Yes. I’m glad I stayed home with her, she would have been a nightmare for the daycare staff.” Gen lifts her head, and he finally notices how drained and exhausted she looks. “She’s been fussy and clingy all day. I could barely finish the housework, and I didn’t even started on working on this disaster.” 

She gestures to herself, messy ben and stained pajamas. 

“I know for a fact that, that doesn’t need any work.” Ethan smirks, lifting his child out of the highchair. His heart growing and warming when she leans into him, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck. 

It’s crazy to think he was ever nervous about being a father, that he worried his children would hate him, resent him, never want his time or attention. Because he was everything to his little girl, her favorite person, and she was the same for him – just like her mother.

The fears that once resided in him were now gone, and he knew now that he’d never be like his own mother.  Unlike Louise, Ethan wanted to give Gen and Lizzie the world, anything they wanted or needed. They were the center of his universe, something he never was with his own mother. 

“You’re funny, but I do in fact need work. Like a shower, brush my hair, wash my face.” 

“How about I start dinner with my little helper and you go take a very long and hot shower?” 

“Babe, it’s fine. You just got home from work, you should relax before baby duty.” 

“I relaxed the minute I saw the two of you.” 

Gen’s face melts into an expression of disbelief, her smile small but full of love. “You’re really great you know that.” 

“I do.” 

She rolls her eyes, standing up from the stool, “You sure you’re good for a bit?” 

“Yes. Look at her, she’s happy now.” He looks down at Lizzie still nestled in his arms, no longer showing any signs of distress or discomfort. 

“I both love and hate that she’s like that with you.” 

“I know.” He chuckles, stepping back into Gen’s space. “Go shower, love.” 

“Yes, dear.”

A/N: See, short and sweet. Just little Lizzie proving that her dad is her favorite, and that never changes. 

Prompt List

(tagging separately) 

[nerdpoe]

There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.

Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.

And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.

Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.

It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.

Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)

And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.

Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.

He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.

So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.

Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.

[webshood]

everyone goes to Dick for comfort, anytime they fight with Bruce, have a rough day or just really want a hug they come for him and he'll be there with open arms and shitty movies.

Jason rarely ever comes to him, he prefers to stay on his lane, licking at his own wounds.

So when Dick wakes up one morning, in Bludhaven, after a very long night, to a 6'5, 230 pounds dude smothering him with his weight, his pajamas sticking to his chest with blood, sweat and tears, he knows things were bad

[aterfish]

Good thing it was a short spin

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

De-aged Danny wandering the street of Gotham as a five year old:

Batfam: hello child are you alright?

Danny: Yup! :D

Batfam: where are your parents buddy?

Danny: don’t need em. Tried to kill me

Batfam: *concerned* how about you come with us for a little while?

Danny: no thank you mister Batman, I don’t trust adults

Batfam: oh no

[regonold]

Danny gets deaged and heads to Gotham to find jazz at collage there's only one problem he knows where the collage is just now where jazz's class is

Enter one bruce wayne who genuinely just so happened to be there (he's pulling a brucie wayme stunt) seeing a small kid looking around worried so what does the serial adopter do? Well he goes up to the kid of course crouching down to ask if he's ok whats his name wheres his parents or siblings?

Now jazz, jazz all but raised danny she protected him from a young age and helped him with anything he needed and durimg her time at collage she had worried for him, with the amount of bull her parents spouted she wouldn't be surprised if danny up and left

So imagine her surprise when she spotted her baby brother de aged talking to some stranger and at that moment every instinct flared and she remembered every warning she read or heard about Gotham and she acted

Danny was just looking for his sister when some guy crouched down to talk with him after asking some questions danny heard a sound he was familiar with jazz running

Bruce really wasn't expecting to be kicked for trying to help a kid

Artistic representation of jazz kicking bruce\/

[frownyalfred]

a random socialite: “Your rude, spoiled children shouldn’t be allowed at these events. They ruin every party they go to.”

Bruce, a rude, spoiled nepo baby currently in a secret competition with his children to see who can ruin this gala first: “…uh huh.”

[ghostbsuter]

There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[ky-landfill]

what if,,, baby jason and baby dick,,, at the SAME TIME?? rip bruce

[evilminji]

You know all those Cults in Gotham?

Bet at least ONE of them could spring for both a Legit Magic User and a Cloning pod.

Because The Wayne's? Hearts of Gold. Long standing pains in the asses. Probably the only thing standing between this gods forsaken wasteland of a city and Their Dark Lord. For GENERATIONS no less!

It's sooooo obnoxious!

So they want to Curse Um dead. Just a good ol fashioned bloodline curse. Destroy um from within, etc. BUT! To do THAT? You kinda need a blood relative to sacrifice!

And Bruce is... well... rather infamously An Orphan With No Biological Kids (at that point).

So? What do you do? Make one, obviously. You send in some of your own on a Holy Mission. Honeypot that playboy! Get us a kid to sacrifice! Our God will reward you etc! But... FFS! What? Are brunettes not your TYPE or something?! Pretty lady! Throwing herself at you!!

TAKE THE BAIT!

But he DOESN'T. Because he's both really used to that behavior, as The Wayne Heir and a False Playboy, AND because? He's fuckin Batman. He can see through your schemes.

Okay.

Okay!

Plan B!

Get us some DNA. We'll CLONE the sucker. That should be doable, right?

........OH COME ON! How?!

Batman: [REDACTED] / Cultists: 0

Fuck it! This is impossible! How are we supposed too... *eyes drift over to the Wayne Family Private Graveyard* .......Idea? Ideeeeaaaa~! Someone get us a shovel!

So they, cultist bastards that they are? Fuckin rob a grave for some DNA.

OBVIOUSLY though, it can't be one of the more RECENT graves! He probably VISITS those! Watches them! No we gotta be SNEAKY! Get one a bit further back! Mwahahahaha! We're so brilliant! Our God is gonna give us SUCH a Good Grade in follower!

A thing that is both REAL and possible to achieve!

So, while a Weirdly FURIOUS Batman? Is just... VIOLENTLY breaking ALL of their bones? Cultist 17 is furiously digging like his life depends on it. Either somebody snitched or Batman was hunting them down! Either way?

Gotta! Get! That! DNA!!! *digs faster*

Ah HA! Got it!

Fucking SCATTER! Run you fools, RUN!!! *everyone bolts*

And AT LAST! They have it! Wayne DNA! Now? Pop that sucker into the machine and make us a baby! Too sacrifice! *relieved noises* Man, that was hard work you guys. But we DID it!

Except??

Theoretical Babies? And "Real, slowly forming in front of me and becoming a human child" type babies? VERY DIFFERENT psychologically. It's ONE thing to sacrifice a HYPOTHETICAL baby... but when you're the guy running and monitoring the Cloning machine? Watching it slowly form and come together into... into a CHILD?

You start asking questions of yourself. Of God.

Of what, EXACTLY, you are willing to do.

What lines you find yourself unwilling to cross.

And yeah, your life was SHIT before the cult. Yeah, you were alone. Adrift. Without purpose. Angry at the world for all of its ugliness and failings. But... sitting, alone, in a dark room? Nothing but the steady hum of machines and the cool light of that pod? You are left with nothing but time... and your thoughts.

And the baby.

The one... the one YOU made.

Almost... he's almost like a son, in a way. Your son. Floating there, innocent and unknowing. Destined to be born, only to die painfully, for a cause he could not even begin to understand. Because he's too young. Too small. Just... just a baby.

The baby YOU made.

Doubt seeps in like mist. Creeping into the cracks forming in your faith. Surely there's another way, right? Why not save up for a better magician? Or... or hire a hitman? Why involve a child? Surely... surely your God would not WANT this, right? Or if He did! Surely, he would want the boy to be able to CHOOSE, right? A noble sacrifice, for the cause?

The pressure builds. Batman is tearing the city APART looking for your fellow Believers. Leadership is pressuring you to get "It" ready all ready.

He's not an "it".

They are dismissing your questions. Threatening and posturing, as you grapple with your faith. Where? Where is the COMMUNITY that you joined? The camaraderie? Every day, Believers are being torn down. The faith has lost so many!

How can this be WORTH it?

Your faith is slowly, cruelly, strangled in your chest. A death, by ten thousand silences, and ten thousand more cruelties.

Your son is ready.

You do not tell them.

The Clone of Bruce Wayne's great-grandfather is small, but healthy, in your arms. A tiny warm body, with a strong beating little heart. You call the police. Leave your phone, call running, on the desk. No one thinks to stop you, as you calmly walk out the back door.

Why would they doubt?

You are Faithful.

You drive. Pray to a God you have lost faith in, beg forgiveness for what you do now. Your beat up old junker of a car makes decent time, as you leave Gotham. Your son, asleep in a carefully made nest of blankets, on the seat next to you. You drive. You keep driving.

Past towns.

Past cities.

Out of the state.

Stopping only to feed your son and fuel your car. You... you can not bring yourself to care about what will happen to you now. You know they will find you. Know this is the end. But something ancient burns in your chest. A caring you never thought was REAL.

You are afraid.

But you will not let them harm your son.

Finally, a town. Far from Gotham. Quite and cheerful. It calls to you.

Here. It... it has to be here.

You find the hospital. Tears choking you. There is a place to drop of children. You've seen them before. How strange, that now you stand before it and HURT. Your arms not listening to your command. You... you have to do this. You HAVE too.

He is just a baby.

He is your son.

You have to keep him safe. And... and that can not be with you.

You gently put your baby boy into the drop off. Press the buzzer. And then? You make yourself walk away.

Get back in your car, and drive. The gun in your glove box will insure they can never pry from you, what you have done. Where he is. He is safe now. He has to be. You... you did your job. As his father. You made sure he was safe.

You can barely see the road, through your tears.

You take your secrets to the grave.

And Danny? He grows up. Is adopted young and never knows different. Both a Fenton and a Wayne. Knowing only one of these, to be his. But... that Wayne? Was a damn fine man. A pillar of his community and a champion of the people.

Got tossed more then a few blessings, in his life.

They weren't the STRONGEST. But they added up. And more importantly? Were hardly the refined magics of the more powerful. They were cast onto "Him". By blood and bone, more often then not. Which was all well and good!

When there was only ONE of "Him".

Cloning technology did not exsist. So why would you word carefully against it? Danny becomes a VERY lucky boy. Survives many things he should not. In fact, the kindness and hard work of his original? Gifted back in magically powered well wishes? By this, he survives something NO ONE could possibly expect him too.

It saves his life.

His template would be quite pleased, knowing that. That his life of good deeds, saved the life of the child he never got a chance to meet. That it protected his children, from even beyond death.

And in Gotham? At long, long last. The program Bruce made in his helplessness and despair, to search EVERY child until the child made of his bloodline was found? Spits out a match.

A Watchtower engineer.

Daniel J. Fenton.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation

[genevievemd]

#2 and #7 please 😊

The Glow

Book: Open Heart (Beyond) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 779 Rating: G Category: fluff Trope(s):

Summary: Ethan is certain his wife is pregnant, his wife says otherwise. One of them is write.

Warnings: none

A/N: It’s so fluffy you’ll need a dentist after. Hope you like it nonny!

He’s’ been suspicious for weeks, but now he’s sure. Watching Genevieve feed their two year old daughter, he can see the glow. The air around her is different, exactly how it was when she was pregnant with their Elizabeth. 

They decided to start trying for a second baby just a few months before Lizzie turned two, and now three months later, Ethan was certain his wife was pregnant again.

Even if it wasn’t for the “glow”, she’s been showing signs. She more tired than normal, nauseous almost every morning, and has already become averse to the same foods from her last pregnancy. 

“Are you going to stand there and staring, or actually come over here?” Gen turns from her spot beside Lizzie, smiling at him in a way that melts his heart. 

“You’re glowing.” 

“What?” 

“You’re glowing, you java that –”

“Don’t say it.” Gen holds her hand up, stopping him in his tracks. 

“You know I’m right, G.” 

“No. I don’t.” She gets up from her seat, walking over to the kitchen sink. Eyes still focused on their daughter happily eating her broccoli. 

“Have you taken a test?” Ethan joins her at the sink, leaning down to kiss her head. 

“No.” 

“Because, it would be a waste. You remember how long it took to get pregnant with Lizzie, there’s no way it happened this fast this time.” She sighs in defeat, leaning into his chest. 

“Gen,” He quickly takes her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. “You’ve been sick, tired, and haven’t touched your beloved Gushers in weeks. Plus, as previous stated, you have the glow.” 

“That doesn’t mean anything.” She snorts, and though he can’t see her face Ethan is certain she rolled her eyes at him. 

“Are you questioning my diagnosis, Dr. McClure?” 

“Hey.” She leans back, eyes wide with mock offense. “That’s McClure-Ramsey, old man.” 

Although his wife corrects him in jest, the joy quickly fades from her eyes, falling back into his space with defeat. Her arms winding around his waist, squeezing him as tightly as she can. Ethan is quick to follow, pulling her closer. His own arms back around her petite frame. 

“I don’t want to be disappointed when it comes back negative.” 

“You won’t be, because I am 99.9% sure you’re pregnant, baby.” 

“Fine, for using my favorite pet name, like the jerk you are, I will go take a stupid test.” Gen removes herself from his embrace, walking towards their bedroom. She stops at the doorway, turning to look back at him. “But when it comes back negative, you owe me a lot of snuggling once our tiny terror is in bed.” 

“Done.” He promises with a smile, waiting until she’s disappear into the bedroom to move from his spot. 

He walks over to their daughter, taking the seat his wife was in just a few minutes ago. 

“You think daddy’s right, don’t you sweat pea?” Ethan tilts his head, smiling at Lizzie. 

“Yes!.” She offers him the broccoli stem clutched tightly in her little hand, returning his smile with one of her own. 

She looks just like Gen when she smiles, and it always makes his chest tight. Although, if he was honest, Elizabeth Grace Ramsey was the spitting image of her mother. The difference was that she inherited Ethan’s blue eyes and not Gen’s green. 

“Okay, here you go.” His wife comes out of their bedroom, pregnancy test in hand. “One more minute and I’ll be proven right.” She drops it onto the kitchen island, before joining him and Lizzie at the dining table. 

“I’ll have you know, our daughter agrees with me.” 

“Oh, does she?” Gen laughs, leaning down to brush the hair away from Lizzie’s face. “You think daddy’s right?” 

“Yes!” Lizzie smiles again, before reaching her hand out. “More.” 

“She got your eating habits.” She shakes her head, sinking into a chair, “I hate broccoli.” 

“She knows she needs proper nutrition to be as smart as her mom.” Ethan offers Lizzie another piece. “How much longer?” 

Just as he finished his question, the timer on Gen’s phone goes off. He gets up from the table, walking to grab the test off the counter. 

The second his eyes land on the blue and white plastic, he feels his eyes water and his heart grow three sizes. 

“Well, was I right?” 

“No.” Ethan holds up the test, unable to contain the joy bubbling to the service. 

“Shut up!” Gen leaps up from the table, rushing over to him. She rips the test out of his hand, gasping when she sees the word pregnant spelled out, clear as day. “I’m pregnant.” 

“Told you.” 

A/N: And nine months later, Grayson Henry Ramsey is born. 

Pregnancy Prompts

Tagging Separately

[nerdpoe]

Danny wakes up, strapped into a rollercoaster train car with a bunch of other civilians, in a dilapidated amusement park, with an insane clown laughing through the speakers.

He can see that the track is entirely broken, and that it will send them straight to the ground.

Danny knows he won't die.

Danny knows the civilians in the train car with him will.

So he slowly freezes the wheels until the car stops, a mere four feet from the edge, allowing the icy tendrils to snake down the support struts and reinforce them. His eyes are letting out a faint blue glow, his hands frosted over, and he isn't so much focusing on keeping the ice stable as he is focusing on getting it into the gears and ensuring that the train car can't be knocked off the track.

Now the civilians are feverishly whispering words of encouragement to him, to keep it up, while the local vigilante family fights the Joker.

Why, oh why, did he think that going on vacation in Gotham was a good idea?

[hypewinter]

Danny is currently in possession of a baby Damian. He is unaware that he is in possession of Damian Wayne let alone how he came to be in the possession of Damian Wayne. All he knows is that the bats are after him and won't leave him alone.