#plus the light cone and the abouts?? yeah this is an actual like adopted parent/child thing

[welcometoteyvat]

jing yuan and yanqing are giving zhongli and xiao if the latter’s canon relationship was Actually fanon’s made up father figure/adopted child dynamic

[gingerandpeaches]

baby fever.

Taehyung just really loves kids. And you just really love Taehyung.

Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1.8k

It was no secret that Taehyung loved kids. He loved playing with his nephew, his small cousins, or the child of any stranger that happened to be around him at the time. You’d met him in a park when you were babysitting your neighbor’s toddler, actually, and when she wouldn’t stop crying after scraping her knee he swooped in to save the day.

“Hey! Hey, it’ll be okay,” he cooed, squatting down next to you as you cradled her teary face. You jumped a little at the sudden intrusion, but the handsome stranger seemed harmless enough. “Don’t be upset, do you want ice cream?” he said softly, smiling at your neighbor’s daughter sincerely. She sniffled still, but his proposition stopped the majority of her tears. She gave him a large nod as she wiped her eyes, which made him smile. His adorably rectangle-shaped grin made butterflies appear in your stomach, especially when he turned it on you. “Would you allow me to buy you two some soft serve?”

“I, uh, I mean, sure,” you stuttered, taken aback by how deep his voice was when he wasn’t using his toddler-soft comfort voice.

“Okay then,” he said, standing up and brushing off his pants. “There’s a great place around the corner we can go to, do you know it?” you actually did, and you’d been there a few times. A cute guy and the best strawberry cone on this side of the city? Oh heck yeah.

About 15 minutes later you were sitting in the refreshing AC of the ice cream shop, eating your strawberry cone with one hand and feeding the little girl hers with the other hand. Taehyung had gotten a milkshake, and found your double tasking pretty amusing.

“Here, let me do that. I don’t need hands for mine.” he laughed, reaching his hand out to take the spoon from you. You gave it to him without much of a fight, your ice cream was already starting to melt, and the last thing you wanted was to drip it on your new shirt. You watched Taehyung play airplane with the little girl, and her previous tears were totally forgotten by now. She was laughing so hard at his silly faces and noises, eating her soft serve seemed like the last thing on her mind.

You weren’t completely ignored, and even though you didn’t need to be spoon fed, you still got a lot of attention from the handsome boy. He asked you if the little girl was your sister, and you explained that you were only her babysitter.

“Only a babysitter? I don’t think you credit yourself enough. Taking care of kids is hard and you do it voluntarily. Plus you get paid to play with a little angel like this. It seems like a great job.” he smiled, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons as he looked at you.

“It’s pretty good, but it’s not all that. What do you do, Taehyung?” you asked, genuinely interested in what this man possibly could do.

“I actually grew up farming with my family, but I just moved here to study art. I’m a photography major myself, but I have a love for the classics as well. My whole apartment is covered in Van Gogh prints.” he smiled as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but melt a little bit.

You went your separate ways that afternoon when you needed to get the little one back home to her parents, but you didn’t part without swapping numbers. There was no way you were letting this boy escape. Not one who seemed this great from the beginning.

Four years later, you’d realized that this boy that seemed so great from the beginning would surpass any and every expectation you’ve ever held for a man. He continued to be kind, soft, funny, and oh so godly handsome. He’d taken you out sans toddler to get to know you a little better. He’d taken photos of you for school projects, claiming that you just gave him creative energy. He’d supported you through rough times, and you did the same for him. You fell in love with Kim Taehyung because of the pure kindness that existed in his heart, as he fell for you.

His love for children never changed at all. He still adored playing with his nephew and his cousins, and you definitely couldn’t take him to the mall without him waving at every little one that passed by. When you got married, his whole family jumped on you, asking when you were going to start having little ones of your own. His whole family bombarded you with similar questions, yet Taehyung never did. He didn’t want to pressure you into doing anything that you weren’t completely ready for, and you respected him like hell for it. That behavior was one of the many reasons you loved him.

Two years after your wedding, though, you could tell that he was starting to get antsy. He still never pestered or pressured you, but he’d mention little things here and there.

“Y’know Yoongi just adopted a daughter? I think that’s amazing. I bet him and his partner are so happy. It’s so great.”

“Do you think it’d be a good idea to move into a bigger apartment? Not that we don’t fit in this one, but I’d like to make sure that we have space for any kind of additions. I mean, like, uh, a king size bed. Or a dog. Or whatever.” His little trailed off mumbles left a smile on your face, and you ruffled his hair. You never called him out on his little hints, because you really did want to have a family with him. You did. But it just wasn’t in the cards. Until now.

You stood in the bathroom holding a pregnancy test in your hands. Positive. There were three more from three different brands sitting on the vanity counter, all positive as well. You wanted to be sure, because if you got Taehyung excited for nothing it’d break his heart. But judging by these tests— and a very strong feeling in your gut— you were sure.

“Tae?” you called out, trying to even out your voice. “Baby can you come here for a minute?” It was still kind of early and you knew that he was still in bed, but he was just lazing around on his phone. He wouldn’t mind this interruption. He definitely wouldn’t mind once he saw what you wanted to show him.

“Yeah?” he rasped, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the bathroom. “You okay?” he stopped to look at you, and you only nudged your head in the direction of the sink. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked over and saw what you wanted him to see. At first he didn’t recognize the little plastic sticks, but once he realized what they were (and the message that they all shared) he gasped loudly. You stood behind him silently as he just stared down at the tests lined up on the counter. It was almost a full minute before he turned around and looked at you with his bottom lip quivering and his eyes brimming with tears that looked like they could fall at any moment. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke.” he asked quietly with an unstable voice.

“It’s not.” you smiled. He closed the space between you immediately, and the tears he had been holding flowed freely. He sobbed into your shoulder, and you could feel his whole body trembling. It was shocking to see him cry like this, because you’d never seen him like this before. These were happy tears, though. This was not a bad reaction, and even though your shirt sleeve was going to be soaked through in a minute or so, you didn’t care. You wrapped your arms around your husband and held him until he was collected enough to look at you and smile. Even though his eyes were red and his nose was running, that boxy grin made your heart melt just as much as it had on the first day you met him.

Four months passed and you only grew closer and more happy every day. Taehyung wouldn’t shut up about the fact that you were carrying his child, and it could be a little embarrassing, but it was still endearing. You didn’t have to worry about him finding a toddler at the mall anymore, but you did have to worry about him telling anyone who would listen about how excited he was to be a dad and what he wanted to do for the nursery and name ideas he had and— you get the picture.

One morning you woke up to a sight you’d absolutely never forget. You awoke to the feeling of Taehyung’s hands on your bare stomach. As you opened your eyes, you saw that he was laying on his side, eye level with your decently sized bump. He had pulled your shirt up to your chest and he was rubbing your stomach gently, whispering things to it so quietly that you could barely hear him. When you sat up on your elbows, he finally realized that you were awake and giggled softly, his cheeks reddening just a little. He placed a small kiss on your stomach before crawling over and giving you a similar kiss on your forehead.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he murmured as he pulled back to look at you.

“If you didn’t want me to see you being gross and sappy you shouldn’t have been so touchy about it.” You rolled your eyes at him, but there was still a smirk on your face. He could be so damn adorable sometimes, it was unbearable.

“Can’t you just let me spend time with our daughter alone? We were bonding.” he fake-pouted. You ruffled his hair and sat up to look at your belly yourself. You hadn’t found out the gender of the baby yet, but Tae insisted that it was going to be a little girl. You had kind of hoped for a little boy, to be honest. As much as you loved the idea of all the ribbons and frills that came with a daughter, you dreamed about a son that would be a spitting image of your husband. Especially now, looking at him in the dim light of early morning. God, he was beautiful.

He was kind, and smart, and loyal. You could not be happier to start a family with this man. You worshipped him, just a little, but it was no match to how he adored every single part of you. The person who was making his dreams come true before his very eyes.

- Marcy

[ginnyweatherby]

Baby Mine (Part Two)

[Part 1] [Part 3]

Lefou clasped Barney’s hand in his own as they crossed the parking lot (“I’m too old, Papa!”), to walk into the mall.

“We’re here to buy things for your new,”  Lefou took a steadying breath, “for your new sister,” It had been a week since they received the call that a... a wonderful woman named Alicia had chosen them to be the adoptive parents of her baby, but he still found it so hard to believe.  Of all the files she had surely gone through, all the options she had... she’d chosen them.

“When is she gonna get here?”  Barney asked, pulling his arm away as Stanley opened the door to the building, allowing them to walk through.

“Not for a few more months, but we want to be ready for her,”  Lefou said, “and we want you to help pick things out for her,”

“Like what?”  Barney asked.

“Mmm, what kind of clothes do you think she’d like?”  Lefou asked, steering them into a store.

Lefou was looking on the different shelves, but couldn’t help watching his son shop.  Barney rooted through the racks of baby clothes, hemming and hawing at the different options.  He pulled out ones that seemed interesting, considered them, and either threw them back on the rack, or held them in his arms.

“Do you think she’ll like pink or green better?”  He asked, turning his head to Stanley, who was searching on the opposite side of the clothing rack.

“Oh, um,”  Stanley stammered, “I’m not sure.  I’m sure she’ll like anything you choose, though.  Her big brother.”

Barney flashed a wide grin at that.  He seemed to really like the idea of a little sister, and Lefou was assured of their decision.

“Maybe this one?”  Barney showed off a light pink onesie with a cupcake on the front.  “Do babies like cupcakes?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that didn’t like cupcakes,” Stanley said, peering at the price tag, and nodding appreciatively.

“You had a cupcake for your first birthday,”  Lefou said, looking at the tiny shoes, “you made a mess,”

“Do you have a picture?”

“Of course I do,”  Lefou said.  He had a picture for everything, he couldn’t help it.  Barney was a cute kid, after all.  “So, the cupcake one, then?”

“Yeah!” Barney cheered, as they approached the counter to check out and continue their shopping.

They shopped for a few hours, and were currently seated in the food court for a snack.  There were countless bags flooding the floor around their table.  Lefou knew they were spending more money than they should have been, but when it came to baby things, it was hard to resist.

Barney licked around his ice cream cone, admiring their haul.  “Do you think she’s got enough stuff now?”

“There’s still a few things we need to get,”  Lefou said, passing the boy a napkin to wipe the vanilla dribbles that decorated his chin, “but I think for now we have a good start,”

“A start?”  Stanley said, with a hollow laugh, as he inspected one of their receipts.  “I think we have enough to get her through university,”

“You say that,”  Lefou said, “but you’d be amazed the amount of clothing babies go through.  I think I changed Barney three times a day,”

“Are babies that messy?”  Barney asked.

“They are,”  Lefou said, “but they’re cute, so we let them,”

“I think my favorites are the shirts we got for her and you, Bartholomew,”  Stanley said, rummaging through one of the bags, and pulling out a matching set: a tiny white onesie with purple lettering that said “Little Sister”, and a white t-shirt in Barney’s size with green letters that said “Big Brother”.

“Me too,”  Lefou agreed.  They were cliché and rather cheesy, but he couldn’t help but love the thought of seeing his kids wearing them.

“I hope she likes them,”  Barney said, seriously, “I hope she likes me!”

“Oh, she will,”  Stanley assured him, placing the items back in the bag, before looking at him, “you’re very likable,”

“You know, I was a little younger than you when my sister was born,”  Lefou said, “she was the cutest baby... aside from you, of course,”  Lefou said, ruffling his son’s curly hair.

“Will my sister be cute?”

“I bet she will,”  Lefou said, smiling, “and what’s better, you get to help take care of her,”

Barney smiled.

They only went the once, but just that one time was enough.  Alicia had invited Lefou and Stanley to one of her ultrasounds.  It was one of her later ones, only a few weeks before the baby was due.  June 10th. That would make a good birthday, wouldn’t it?

Lefou felt slightly uncomfortable, but he knew Stanley felt even more so.  Stanley didn’t do well in hospitals, his fear of needles preventing him from keeping up-to-date on his yearly physical.  Lefou wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.  They had gotten to know Alicia over the past few months, but it still felt awkward to be there while she had a checkup.

“Ah, we have company today!”  The doctor said in greeting as he walked through the door.  Alicia was laying on the small table, the sanitary paper crinkling underneath her as she moved.  Lefou and Stanley were in small chairs across the room, fidgeting.

“This is Stanley, and Lefou,”  Alicia introduced, politely.

“Is one of these the daddy?”  The doctor asked, with a smile, as he looked through his clipboard.

“Actually, they both are,”  Alicia said, “they’re adopting the baby,”

“Oh, yes, I believe you told me,”  The doctor said, before turning to the men.  “You’re lucky, Alicia has taken very good care of your baby for you.  She’s very healthy,”

Lefou smiled, pleased to hear it.

“Well, let’s have a look, then?”  The doctor pulled his stool up to the table, giving Alicia a quick look-over before preparing the ultrasound equipment.  “This is the exciting part,”  he said.

He covered Alicia’s middle with blue gel and held a sort of wand in his hand.  He applied the wand to the gel and began to move it around, the nearby monitor lighting up with a fuzzy black and white picture.

“Ah, there she is!”  The doctor said, cheerfully, “your baby,”

Lefou felt his mouth drop open.  He hadn’t had the opportunity to see Barney like this, and it felt... special.

“There’s her head, her belly, you can even see her little toes here,”  The doctor said, moving the wand all around Alicia’s stomach, as he pointed to different spots on the screen.  “She’s getting big, she should be a healthy height and weight at birth.  Only a few more weeks to go,”

Lefou heard the doctor speaking, but he couldn’t seem to pry his eyes away from the screen, fixed on the image of what would be his daughter.  It was nothing short of amazing.

“Let’s see how her heart sounds,”  The doctor said, and soon a sort of wooshing sound filled the room.  Lefou knew in his mind what a baby’s heartbeat sounded like, but to actually hear it... he felt a lump form in his throat as they listened.

“She sounds good and healthy,”  The doctor said, “very strong,”

Lefou didn’t quite know what to say, if anything at all, when he heard a loud sniffle come from next to him.  He finally took his eyes away from the monitor to look at his husband.

If Lefou had been crying, Stanley was full-on sobbing.  His eyes were wet, tears actually falling down his cheeks as he sniffled audibly.

“Sorry, I just... I didn’t mean to...”  Stanley blubbered.

“Don’t apologize!”  Alicia said, as the doctor passed Stanley a box of tissues.  “I cried the first time, too,”

Lefou reached over and squeezed Stanley’s hand, before he took a tissue for himself.

“What do you think of Annabelle?”

Lefou wrinkled his nose, “No... what about Claudia?”

Stanley shook his head, “I knew a Claudia once... we didn’t get along,”

Lefou sighed, turning a page of the book he was holding.  They were in bed, each with a thick book of baby names in their laps.  The baby was due any day now, and they still hadn’t reached any sort of decision.

When Lefou adopted Barney, it had been easy.  He’d liked the name ‘Bartholomew’ since he was young.  It was a family name, he’d thought it sounded strong and important, and he liked the way it rolled off his tongue (plus it had an adorable nickname); and while Stanley said he liked Barney’s name, Lefou couldn’t help but appreciate that he didn’t have to agree on a name with anyone else at the time.  Whatever names he liked, Stanley vetoed, and all of Stanley’s suggestions were just... unacceptable, in his opinion.

“Jamie?” Lefou suggested.

“Bartholomew and Jamie,”  Stanley said, trying it out, before shaking his head, “no.”

Lefou rolled his eyes, scanning the pages, “if we don’t narrow it down soon we’re going to come home with baby Annabelle Claudia Jamie,”

“I told you, we are not naming our child Claudia,”

Lefou sighed.  “Maybe when we see her, it will come to us,”

“That’s a dangerous gamble, and you know it,”

“Elizabeth? Vivienne?  Rachel?  Michelle?”

“No, I don’t th-”  Stanley stopped short, “wait, what was that last one?”

“Uh, Michelle?”

Stanley nodded slowly.  “Now, that’s a good name,”

“Really?” Lefou perked up.  He did like the name, and by his comment, Stanley didn’t sound opposed.

“Barney and Michelle,”  Stanley tried again, “they’re both cute names, don’t you think?”

Lefou nearly sighed in relief.  “Have we done it, then?  Have we... have we named our baby?”

Stanley flashed one of his soft smiles that always made Lefou smile in return, “I think we have,”

Lefou’s smile widened.  In only a few days, they would be able to say they had two children.  Barney and Michelle.

“Now,” Stanley said, turning another page, “what about a middle name?”

“Ugh,”