#We need modern single dad au's about Starrk

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Lilynette: I am decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse.

Starrk: Stop being dramatic...Get out of bed, you're going to school whether you like it or not.

Lilynette: I REFUSE.

[odelschwanky]

headcannons or a scenario if u more comfortable with that of Stark taking care if his pregnant s/o❤️ I love ur posts btw

Okay hi. Thank you for being so patient with me. Thank you so so much for the compliment. I hope you like this one.

I was confused about writing this because I feel like it’s difficult to do things in Los Noches. Do they have toilets, CVS’s to buy pregnancy tests? What do they do for fun there? It’s so hard to tell. So modern AU but like not?

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You and Starrk weren’t planning on getting pregnant together. Maybe it was because you didn't think you could get pregnant, or maybe you weren’t just thinking about that. You just kind of did what two people do when they’re together... but you did it a lot. And always unprotected because, well, you and Starrk didn’t have anything to worry about in that department. (Except for a baby?)

When you start feeling weirdly sick, you write it off as a moody spell. You were crummy, irritable, snappy, and you were like that for maybe a few weeks.

***

“Do you have to yell?” He sleepily says as you stomp around the room in Los Noches the two of you share. You were cleaning up after him. 

“Yes! I have to yell! You’re so messy, Starrk! You-”

You cover your mouth in shock, the sudden wave of nausea too much to bear. You drop the clothes in your hands and barely make it to the toilet before whatever food you had in your stomach came out of your stomach. Starrk was up in a rush, unusual for him, in time to hold your hair back (if you have long hair) or simply hold your shoulders while you get it all up. You were all out of breath by the time you were done, and you look up at him, utterly bewildered and a little defeated. You had a feeling you knew what was happening, but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. He looked at you, dazed and confused, his blue eyes wide like saucers. 

“Are you... okay?” He asked.

You just nod slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He helps you up and gives you a hug, which honestly, threw you for a loop. He rests his chin on your head as he pulls you close to him.

“Don’t get so mad next time,” he says. “I’ll pick up the clothes... just don’t work yourself up.”

That was his way of apologizing.

***

A few more days of this sickness went on, and added symptoms piled on. Your head ached all the time, you peed every hour, on the hour, and you didn’t want Starrk laying on your chest anymore because your breasts hurt too much. You definitely knew what was going on now. You didn’t know how he’d feel. The best way to clear this up with Starrk would be a conversation. You didn’t know If there was room in an Espada’s schedule for a baby.

“Um... Starrk?” You say softly, coming into the room. He was napping, like usual and you felt bad for waking him. 

“Hm?” He barely opened his eyes. He insisted that you call him by his first name, but you always called him Starrk when you were nervous.

His brown hair fell over his lashes when he shifted toward you. There was a serene expression on his normally serious face. 

“I think I might be pregnant... and I wanted to have a conversation with you.” Starrk rose up into a sitting position, not in a rush, and looks at you deeply. You couldn’t tell whether he was pleased or displeased. 

“Conversation? What for?” He asks, looking down at your stomach like a bump would magically appear. “I just wanted to see... if... you wanted to... I don’t know...”

“We’re keeping it.” He says with finality. His voice was soft, making you relax.

You smile. “W-we are?”

Starrk holds open one of his arms and you climb under it promptly. The two of you snuggle underneath a blanket and he pets you gently.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t we? Surely you don’t think I’m so cruel?”

You shake your head and laugh, breathing in his musky scent. You knew Starrk wasn’t a very complicated man. Apathetic, sure, but he loved you and that was always apparent. You didn’t have a single doubt about that.

“No, I don’t think that. You’re not as scary as everybody thinks. You’d make a good dad.”

You sense him smile up there, softly and to himself. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now,” he says.

You close your eyes against his firm chest. “Okay, okay. I’m just excited.” You couldn’t help but grin.

Starrk clears his throat and you could tell he was trying to get back to sleep. After a while, he speaks softly against your temple. 

“Me too.”

*****

So Starrk takes very very good care of you while you’re pregnant. 

He starts cleaning up after himself and helping out with chores. You never have to do dishes more than once a day, you never have to pick up any of his things, you never have to make the bed. 

He tries his best to be home for you, taking leave from his duties as an Espada. Aizen doesn’t like it too much, but Starrk honestly doesn’t care at all. He was the Primera Espada. Aizen couldn’t do a thing to come between Starrk and his family. Seriously. Your Coyote might not be vocal about how much he cares about you, but he really is a man of action.

He rubs your feet OFTEN. Even if you don’t ask him to. It’s one of his favorite things to do for you. He puts those lean muscles to good use and gets to work on your feet when he finds you sitting anywhere at all. He surprises you and places a few kisses on them from time to time, between massaging the stress and tension out of you. 

Bath time has become a thing that the two of you do together. Starrk washes your hair for you every night, as well as your back. He’s gentler with you these days, more delicate and soft. He’s not as heavy-handed as he used to be when you weren’t pregnant. There was a lot of roughness in his actions, in the way you two interacted and made love, but now Starrk realized that you weren’t as durable as you were. You were a lot more sensitive, a lot more touchy. So he adapted, and he did it well. 

His voice even seemed to get more gentle.

Anytime you’re in bed, he’s right there beside you after getting you a glass of water for the nightstand. He cuddles you close and gently draws circles on your growing belly.  He doesn’t spare any expense when it comes to taking care of you. Whatever you want, he makes sure you have it. Whether it’s the food you crave or decent sleep clothes that you’d be more comfortable in. Whether it be kisses, neck bites, or back rubs, he makes sure you have it.

Starrk actually is really caring and kind, and your pregnancy brings the two of you closer together. There are just more opportunities for him to show you how much he cares about you and how much he wants to make sure you’re comfortable. 

“Are you still awake?” You ask him. It was the middle of the night in Hueco Mundo, the only light in the room a single stream of moonlight. Starrk’s hands gently enclose around you, just a little tighter than before. 

“Mmm..” He groans. His front was pressed flush against you and you savored his lenient and forgiving touch. His fingers were curled in the fabric of your clothes, making sure you were warm.

“Thank you.”

He sighs. “You don’t need to thank me, you know. It’s my job.”

You shake your eyes, struggling to roll over onto your other side. You faced him, your swollen stomach now between the two of you. He readjusted his hold on you, making sure he wasn’t gripping too tight. (That was his most common problem. He used to treat you like you were indestructible. Now he treats you like stained glass).

“Your job or not... you’re still doing it. And you’re doing an excellent job.”

Your lover doesn’t talk for a while... but when he does, his voice is low and tender. He speaks close to your ear so you could listen without him having to talk too loud. He murmurs to you before you trail off to sleep.

“Anything for you. I love you.”