#newborn cloth nappies

[superbottomsblog]

Benefits of Using Cloth Nappies for Your Baby's Health and Comfort

Choosing the right nappies for your newborn is one of the earliest decisions you'll make in the journey of parenthood. With concerns about both health and comfort at the forefront, many parents are turning to newborn cloth nappies as a preferred choice. Let's delve into their myriad benefits to your baby's well-being and comfort.

1. Gentle on Delicate Skin:

Newborn skin is incredibly delicate and sensitive. Traditional disposable nappies often contain chemicals, fragrances, and dyes that can irritate your baby's skin, leading to rashes and discomfort. In contrast, cloth nappies are typically made from natural, breathable materials like cotton or bamboo, which are gentle and less likely to cause irritation or allergic reactions.

2. Reduced Risk of Rashes:

One of the most common concerns for parents is preventing diaper rash. With their breathable fabrics, cloth nappies help maintain proper air circulation around your baby's bottom, reducing the likelihood of moisture build-up and diaper rash. Additionally, the absence of harsh chemicals in disposable nappies minimizes the risk of skin irritation and rash development.

3. Customized Fit for Comfort:

Unlike disposable nappies, which come in standardized sizes, baby cloth nappies often offer adjustable snaps or Velcro closures, allowing for a customized fit. This tailored fit ensures maximum comfort for your newborn and helps prevent leaks and blowouts, keeping both baby and caretaker content and dry.

4. Environmentally Friendly:

Choosing cloth nappies over disposable ones is not only beneficial for your baby but also for the environment. Disposable nappies contribute significantly to landfill waste, taking hundreds of years to decompose fully. By opting for cloth nappies, you're making a sustainable choice that reduces your carbon footprint and conserves valuable resources for future generations.

5. Economical in the Long Run:

While the initial investment in cloth nappies may seem higher than purchasing disposable ones, they are more cost-effective in the long run. Cloth nappies are reusable and can last through multiple children if correctly cared for, saving you money. Additionally, with the rising costs of disposable nappies, clothing becomes an even more attractive and budget-friendly option for many families.

6. Improved Breathability:

Breathability is crucial for maintaining the health and comfort of your baby's skin. Cloth nappies allow for better air circulation, reducing the risk of heat buildup and discomfort. This increased breathability helps regulate your baby's body temperature, keeping them cool and comfortable, especially during warmer months.

7. Lesser Chemical Exposure:

Disposable nappies often contain chemicals, such as dioxins and sodium polyacrylate, used for absorbency and odor control. These chemicals may pose health risks to your baby, especially with prolonged exposure. Cloth nappies, also known as baby langot, are free from such harmful substances, providing a safer and more natural alternative for your baby's delicate skin.

8. Promotes Early Potty Training:

Some parents find that using cloth nappies can facilitate earlier potty training for their babies. The awareness of wetness provided by cloth nappies can help babies recognize the sensation of needing to go to the bathroom sooner than those using highly absorbent disposable nappies. This early awareness may contribute to a smoother and quicker transition to toilet independence.

9. Variety of Styles and Designs:

Cloth nappies come in a wide range of styles, designs, and colors, allowing you to express your style while keeping your baby comfortable and dry. From traditional prefolds to modern pocket diapers, there's a cloth nappy option to suit every preference and lifestyle, making diaper changes a more enjoyable experience for both parent and baby.

10. Bonding Experience:

Lastly, using cloth nappies can enhance the bonding experience between parent and baby. Cloth diaper changes provide an opportunity for meaningful interactions, fostering closeness and connection between caregiver and child. This intimate moment of care and attention strengthens the parent-child bond and creates cherished memories that last a lifetime. In conclusion, choosing to use newborn cloth nappies, such as those offered by SuperBottoms, offers numerous health and comfort benefits for your baby while being environmentally sustainable and cost-effective. By prioritizing your baby's well-being and making conscious choices, you can give them the best start in life. SuperBottoms, with their range of high-quality cloth nappies made from natural, breathable materials, ensure optimal comfort and protection for your little one while contributing to a healthier planet for future generations. With SuperBottoms and other similar brands, you can confidently embrace cloth diapering as a holistic and nurturing approach to parenting, ensuring your baby's happiness and comfort every step.

[lvnleah]

016. | first game

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May 18th 2024 | 7 weeks old.

“Look at you, little guy!” Leah cooed as she gently slipped the tiny jersey over Finley's head, careful not to upset him. “Your first time wearing your Arsenal shirt and it’s got Mumma’s number and name on the back!”

Finley gazed up at Leah, his big eyes wide with curiosity. It was then that it happened. Finley’s face lit up with a small, yet unmistakable smile.

“Did you see that?” Leah gasped. “He smiled!”

You quickly dropped a nappy from the spot in the bedroom where you were packing the nappy bag before running over to Leah’s side at the end of the bed.

“He did?” You smiled.

“Yes!” Leah replied, nodding her head. “I swear, he just smiled at me.”

Just then, Finley’s lips curled up into another sweet, deliberate smile. It was more pronounced this time, his eyes crinkling up as well as if he knew he was the centre of attention.

Leah’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh my god, he’s smiling again!”

You reached out and gently touched Finley’s tiny hand. “Look at you bubs! Look at that smile!”

Leah’s eyes were misty. “This is amazing. I think he’s already showing us how much he loves his new jersey.”

Finley’s small fingers curled around yours, and his smile seemed to grow even wider. “A true little gooner eh? And today is the perfect day for it!”

Today was the last game of the season and also Finley’s first time attending a match of Leah’s. She’d been back playing for a few weeks now and you both decided that it felt right to take Finley to the last game of the season.

So of course Leah had to dress Finley in the tiny Arsenal kit that you used to announce your pregnancy to her teammates.

You knew today was going to also be an emotional one. After seven years, Viv was leaving Arsenal. She’d always been a close friend of you and Leah but more recently over the past year, almost two, she’d become even closer to you both due to her dating your best friend Beth.

It was a goodbye you weren’t looking forward to.

Once Finley was dressed, you gathered his things and took them into the living room where Leah was waiting with him.

“Ready to go?” You asked, setting the diaper bag down on the kitchen island.

Leah nodded, placing Finley down and strapping him into it. "Almost. Just need to grab my shoes and put them on.”

As Leah busied herself putting her shoes on, you double-checked the diaper bag to make sure you had everything: extra nappies, wipes, a change of clothes, and bottles. Despite your best efforts to stay organised, the sheer volume of items needed for an outing with a newborn always seemed overwhelming.

Leah glanced at the clock. "We need to leave in fifteen minutes if we want to avoid the worst of the traffic."

You nodded, feeling a bit of anxiety. Getting out of the house on time with a baby was a new challenge you were still adjusting to. Finley, now nestled comfortably in his car seat, let out a small whimper.

"Okay, shoes are on," Leah announced. She then picked up Finley’s car seat and looked at you with a determined smile. "Let’s do this."

As you opened the door, you realised you’d forgotten your keys. "Hang on, I’ll be right back," you said, dashing back to the bedroom. You found them under the pile of clothes you had been sorting through earlier.

Back in the living room, Leah was gently rocking Finley, who had started to fuss again. "Shh, it’s okay, Bubba. We’re almost ready," she murmured soothingly.

You grabbed the bags and ushered Leah and Finley out the door. The sight of Leah carrying Finley in his tiny Arsenal kit filled you with a range of different emotions.

After securing Finley in the back seat, you climbed into the passenger seat and started the car. Leah settled in beside you, glancing back to check on Finley. “All set?” you asked, looking over at her.

Leah smiled and nodded. “All set. Let’s go show Finley what it means to be a Gooner.”

When you finally arrived, the stadium was already buzzing with energy. You found a parking spot and began the process of unloading everything. You strapped on the baby carrier, carefully placing Finley inside. He stirred but remained peacefully asleep, his tiny hands clutching the fabric of your shirt.

As you approached the entrance, you could see familiar faces in the reception area. Beth waved, her smile wide as she saw you approaching. “There’s my little nephew!” she called out, rushing over to greet you.

Leah beamed. “We’re here! All three of us, just about.”

Beth smiled, “Oh look at his little kit!” She cooed, peeking into the carrier, “His little frown, he’s so adorable.”

Amanda joined you and Leah just as you entered the reception area, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her grandson. “There’s my little Finley!” she exclaimed, leaning in to get a closer look at him in his Arsenal kit. “He’s getting so big already!”

Leah hugged her mum, “He smiled this morning, Mum. Twice!”

Amanda’s eyes widened with delight. “Did he? That’s wonderful! I can’t wait to see it myself.”

You turned to Beth, who had been standing nearby, watching the exchange with a fond smile. “How are you feeling about Viv’s last game?” you asked her, knowing she’d hardly played at Arsenal without Viv.

Beth’s smile faltered slightly. “It’s bittersweet, to be honest. I’m so proud of her and excited for her new adventure, but I’m going to miss her so much.”

Leah placed a comforting arm around Beth’s shoulder. “We’re all going to miss her, but she’s going to do great things. And you’ll still see each other every weekend, there’s no doubt about that!”

Beth nodded, her eyes misting over. “Yeah, I know. It’s just...It’s hard to see her go.”

Amanda wrapped an arm around Beth, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Change is never easy, but it’s also a chance for new beginnings. And you’ll always have us and the other girls.”

Beth smiled gratefully. “I know I will.”

As you all stood in the reception area, you turned to see Viv walking towards you, her face lighting up as she spotted the group.

“There she is!” Leah called out, “The star of the day!”

Viv shyly grinned, “Look at this little guy!” She looked down to get a better look at Finley, who was still snoozing in the carrier. “First game and he’s already got the perfect kit.”

Beth laughed, playing with Finley’s little hand. “Yeah, he’s all ready to cheer on Auntie Viv.”

You said goodbye to Leah, Beth and Viv and made your way out to the stands with Amanda. The stadium was already buzzing with anticipation, the familiar Arsenal chants filling the air. You found your seats with Amanda, Kyra, Lia and a few of the others who weren’t playing as the team took to the pitch for warm-ups.

Amanda cooed over Finley, who was now awake, as she held him. “Look at you! A mini kit, just like your Mumma’s.”

Lia leaned over to look at Finley. She rested her head on your shoulder. “Aww, he’s so cute! Can I hold him?”

You nodded and carefully handed Finley over to Lia. “Of course. Just be gentle with him.”

Lia smiled, “Hey, little man! Are you ready to see Mumma play?” She gently rocked him.

You smiled, watching the interaction. “You look like a natural with him.”

As the players continued warming up, the excitement in the stadium grew. You could see Leah on the pitch, stretching and chatting with her teammates. She glanced over towards the stands, her eyes searching until she found you all. She waved quickly, her smile beaming.

The match soon started and the girls headed out, cheers ringing around. Lia handed Finley back to you who fell back to sleep in the baby carrier. They shook hands with the other team, you laughed at how Beth juggled carrying a baby and holding the hand of a toddler. By the seventeenth minute, Alessia had scored a goal assisted by Emily and another soon followed in the twenty-fourth.

The first half flew by quickly and before you knew it time was over and the girls were back on the pitch. The first twenty minutes went by quickly, and Arsenal were given a penalty which Kim ended up missing.

In the sixty-first minute, three changes were made and Viv was brought on. Kyra, Steph and Alessia left the pitch, hugging Viv tightly as Frida, Laia and Viv took their places.

Cheers and chants once again rang out around Meadow Park. You watched as Leah kicked the ball to Beth who then passed it perfectly to Viv, giving her the chance to score her last goal.

You stood up and cheered, quickly quietenting once Finley began to stir. The team gathered around, patting Viv on the head as she celebrated her goal. You swore you saw a tear slip down Leah’s face.

The last thirty minutes flew by and by the end, the girls had won 5-0. Once the final whistle blew, the girls gathered around Viv and hugged her. A guard of honour was formed and you headed down onto the pitch with Lia and a few of the others.

Leah was quick to take Finley into her arms as you stood on the opposite side beside Beth to comfort her. Sabs and Kaylan said their goodbyes and it was then Viv’s turn. Beth’s tears started once Viv locked eyes with her before walking down as she dropped her coat.

You wrapped an arm around her shoulder and placed a kiss on her temple as Steph hugged her other side. The fans sang Viv’s name as she recalled all of her time at Arsenal and said her thank you speech. She was presented with a shirt and a bouquet of flowers, your arms wrapped tightly around Beth as the tears continued.

Once it was over, everyone’s family headed onto the pitch and Viv and Leah made their way over to you. Viv squeezed Beth tightly, lifting her off of her feet as Leah passed Finley to you.

Beth and Viv held onto each other for a moment longer, both of them laughing through their tears. When Viv finally set Beth down, she turned to you and Leah, her eyes filled with tears.

She leaned in a tickled Finley’s stomach, “Did you enjoy your first game, little one?”

Finley smiled in response, making Beth and Viv laugh as you handed him over to Viv for a cuddle, “Oh look at that smile!” She cooed.

Leah wrapped her arms around your waist as Viv and Beth walked around the pitch with Finley for one final thank-you lap.

“I think we’ve done pretty well, eh?” Leah whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss behind it.

You nodded as you laughed, “Yeah I think we have. This is exactly how I imagined things last year.”

[readychilledwine]

Light in the Hallway

Summary - Everything is finally peaceful in Autumn. Eris is High Lord, y/n is his High Lady, and peace has settled across the Court just in time for the arrival of Eris's firstborn.

Warnings - newborns, mentions of Autumn court expectations, sappy fluf

A/n - I wanted to post this because it's so wholesome. I have one more solstice special, and two more maternity celebration posts after this, but this kind of fulfilled needs today.

Merry Christmas, lovelies.

You couldn't stop watching him from the doorway. Eris had cried when your son, his heir, was finally here and screaming as he took in air for the first time.

He was currently standing there shirtless with your babe in his cloth nappy and nothing else, holding him skin to skin and cooing him.

"You will never be alone, my kit," Eris whispered. "You will never wonder if we love you, if you are safe, if you are wanted. You will never question my devotion to you." He was swaying slightly, the smallest smile on his face as he looked down at his son.

His son.

The one he'd raise the way a father should. The one he'd teach to hunt, to train a hound once he was of age. The one he had been absolutely, undoubtedly, and unconditionally in love with since you told him.

"My love," you whispered softly. "He needs to sleep in his crib tonight. We promised each other we would not do this."

Eris turned to you, tears lining those amber eyes. “How did I contribute to something so perfect, so innocent?” You walked to him, head resting on his bicep.

Gods was the babe perfect, a tiny tuft of red curls, bright amber eyes full of wonder and joy. “Look at him,” he whispered. “My beautiful son.”

You kissed Eris's arm, “I suppose he could sleep in a bassinet tonight. Be close to us?”

Eris shook his head. You had not had an uninterrupted night since your son's birth a week ago, and the healer had suggested having the babe move to his own room, to hopefully lessen your anxiety and worry that kept you up watching every small breath and movement like a hawk, and to ensure the babe began a sense of independence in the cut throat court that was Autumn.

You had both hated the idea, crying as you discussed it. Wanting what was best for you as the mother, but what was best for your son as future heir. You had already broken so many of Autumn's expectations. Denying a wet nurse and choosing to feed him at your own breasts. Denying a live-in nanny, instead allowing you and Eris control and peace in his care. What was one more expectation? One more boundary?

“What if he thinks we've abandoned him?” You voiced the quiet fear. “What if-” Eris silenced you with a gentle look.

“Take him,” he handed you your son, completion instantly flowing through you as his little eyes lit up more and happy noises came. Eris motioned for you to follow him, shooting looks to the guards who passed silent judgment as you carried your babe back to your own chambers and out of his nursery. When you entered your room, the shift in your son was obvious, his little body relaxed, content small coos came from his mouth, his little eyes began to close softly.

Eris went into the separated bedroom, wheeling his bassinet out. He stopped it by the couch you used to feed him late at night and motioned for you to hand him his son. And how could you deny him? The image of the perfect father, the perfect partner, once again making a compromise.

He placed your babe in the bassinet, lowing the faelights to a soft, barely there glow, and took your hand.

“Small steps,” he comforted you. “Close enough he knows we're here, far enough I wouldn't find you sitting up in our bed rocking him when you should be sleeping.”

You kissed him, moving to your side of the bed, the one furthest from the door left slightly ajar. “And when the guards tell your father's old advisors?”

Eris looked at you, moving so he leaned over you with a completely serious face. “What is best for my wife, my mate, his mother, is best for my babe. Fuck the guards, fuck expectations, fuck my rotting father and his advisors. They will be gone soon enough. We both would not have slept a second with him that far away.” You felt his magic summon, and then a soft melody playing in the room your son was settling in. “Go to sleep, my fox. I will get up with him. If he needs food, I will wake you. Let me carry part of the load tonight.”

You nodded, kissing him. “The best daddy.”

He smiled down at you, those tears coming back to his eyes, “The best mommy,” he complimented you. “Go to sleep, my love.”

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Okay so I absolutely ADORE 'The Bucket List' and was wondering if you would consider writing a 'what happens next' with Grace and Charles? Those two NEEEEEEEEED a happily ever after!

Pwetty pwease?

Five Years Later || CL16

A/N: I never planned for Grace and Charles to be together, but they are each other’s support. Warnings: labour and delivery WC: 1.9k

The Bucket List || Death Scene || Two Years Later || Bucket Moments

“Maman, it’s time,” Charles rushed, a little breathless over the phone.

Pascale almost dropped the phone as she clambered out of bed and knocked on Arthur’s door. He had stayed the night to help entertain Angel who was asleep in Charles’ childhood room and he startled awake at the intrusion. “Get the car, it’s time.”

“It’s time?” Arthur echoed excitedly before rushing to get his car keys and wake up Angel. She didn’t seem too impressed to be woken up before dawn but she soon bounced excitedly when Arthur told her it was time to go.

“How is Grace doing?” Pascale asked Charles as she got herself ready to leave.

Charles looked at Grace who was pacing around his living room, one hand pressed against her lower back, her face pinched in pain, while the other hand cradled the swell of her belly.

“She’s doing amazing, but she’s eager for some pain relief.”

Many people thought the relationship between Charles and Grace was strange. They weren’t together, yet they were never far apart. They were like two broken branches grafted back into the same scarred tree. The parts that were missing could never be replaced, but they realised that their company was better together than being alone.

That was why she was the only one he could trust to be the surrogate mother.

Between all the medical procedures, Charles hadn’t really remembered that you froze your eggs to save them from being damaged by the chemo. The plan had been to use them when you were better, but when that didn’t happen Charles thought they would go unused. It was only a letter that arrived on the fifth anniversary of the procedure that reminded him, with an update of the egg's health status. It had taken a few more months before he plucked up the courage to talk to your parents about it and then ask Grace instead of a stranger.

“We’ll see you at the maternity ward,” Charles said with a wince as another contraction drew a pained groan from his friend. The retired world champion had known exhaustion, but after a night of supporting Grace to labour in his apartment he had a new appreciation for what it really meant.

Everything had been planned and prepared for this day so Charles was ready to bring home his little boy. His room had been painted a pale pastel blue and was decorated with picture frames so he would always recognise your face as his mother watching over him. A white sleigh cot was set up against one wall with the best baby monitor money could buy. Opposite it sat a set of drawers that held more baby clothes than he could ever need and beside it was a fully stocked changing table with newborn nappies stacked high.

Charles grabbed the hospital bag from the table and slung it over his shoulder before going to Grace. He grabbed her phone and drink bottle from the coffee table and turned off the calming piano music she had been listening to before helping her swollen feet into her slippers. “Ready?” he asked softly as he offered his elbow to keep her steady.

“Mhmm,” was all she could muster.

Though he had healed a lot in the years that had passed, more so once meeting Angel and Grace, there was still a pain in his joy when he thought that it should have been you carrying his child. Charles liked to think that he still felt you there with him through all of it, the milestones and scans, and that it wasn’t all in his head.

There was a bowl of cool water that Charles had been using to wash the sweat from Grace’s forehead but he didn’t bother to tidy it up before he left, same with the half empty plate of snacks she had tried to eat between contractions. His sole focus was on getting Grace to the hospital as quickly and comfortably as possible.

Charles knew you would have been proud of the effort he went to in learning everything about pregnancy and newborns. It felt like he had bought every book and watched every youtube video, as well as attending the local Antenatal Class. He admitted it was hard to attend the class when everywhere he looked were happy couples excited for their first child. Grace had smiled and squeezed his hand, as always, knowing exactly how he was feeling.

“Chosen his name yet?” Grace asked as she eased into the front seat slowly, straining to fit the belt around her large belly.

“I’ll know when I look at him,” he said with a shake of his head. He had a dozen names that he liked but he wanted something that suited him so he would wait a few hours more before deciding. “It has to feel right, you know?”

Grace gripped the door handle and the edge of the seat as another contraction began. Her eyes watered and her deep breaths shuddered for a minute until it passed and she sighed with relief. “Angel was meant to be Frangelica, but when she was born it just didn’t match.”

Charles laughed as he tried to picture Angelique with any other name. No, Angel suited her just right because she had saved him the day they met.

The streets were quiet as he took the turns slow and smooth, winding his way through the city that was barely beginning to wake as dawn approached. Thankfully the hospital was already expecting him and they had a wheelchair ready as he pulled up.

“I’ll be right behind you,” Charles promised before parking the car and rushing up to the maternity ward. He skidded to a stop outside the only door with voices and Grace lay on the bed in a gown.

“I’m sorry, you’re too far along for pain relief,” the midwife said as she draped the sheet back down. “Baby is already starting to crown. You have done so well, mama.”

“Oh, I’m not the mother,” she said as Charles stepped into the room, casually clearing the situation up with a smile. “I’m a surrogate for Charles.”

There had been a comment made by the media early on in the pregnancy when news broke, that Grace would try to be the mother once the baby was born. It would have been a lie to say Charles didn’t think about that possibility, but Grace had her child with the love of her life, Gabriel, and had long decided she would never have a child with another man - she felt it would be a betrayal to their memory. This child was yours and Charles, and your memory would live on through her.

“That’s beautiful,” the midwife said with a reassuring smile as she turned her attention to Charles. “There’s a spare gown in the bathroom, you can change into that if you want to have skin to skin bonding once baby is born.”

Charles had read that skin to skin contact helped newborns bond with their parents and he grinned as he stepped into the bathroom. He had never changed so fast as he heard Grace’s pained cry but the midwife was calm and talking gently as she morphed the bed to a seated position.

“You are doing so well, Grace. You might feel the urge to push with the next contractions, just do what feels natural, okay, hun,” the midwife, Ann, as her name tag read, encouraged. “I’m just going to hit the call button but there is nothing to worry about, it’s just to have an extra set of hands because it looks like the little one is making a quick arrival.”

Charles wasn’t even aware that Grace’s gown had fallen away until he saw her stomach tighten around the undeniable shape of a small body and she clenched her teeth together, dipping her chin down with a guttural cry. He had to remember to breathe as the midwife encouraged Grace to push, then rest.

“Okay, this is the one, we need one last big push,” Ann guided. “I know you’re tired but you can do this.”

Grace’s hand nearly broke Charles’ as she squeezed with the push and then the little boy was there. An exhilarated gasp escaped Charles as he saw his son lifted upright, his face purple before he took his first gulping of air and rattled out a cry after filling his lungs. Colour quickly returned to his cheeks and another midwife wrapped him in a warm towel.

“My boy,” Charles laughed as tears rolled freely down his cheeks and he looked at Grace. “Thank you.”

“I would say anytime, but-” she choked out a laugh and settled back into the pillows before another contraction began.

“What’s that?” Charles asked. He had a pair of scissors in his hand that another midwife had given him to cut the cord, but suddenly he panicked thinking there was a twin.

“Just the placenta being birthed,” Ann assured him, a smile teasing her lips like she was often asked the question with the same worried tone by fathers. “You can cut now, just here.”

Charles’ steadied his hand and found he underestimated how tough the cord would be, before gripping the scissors tighter and snipping through. “Can I…hold him?”

There was a bustle of activity as the mother midwife and a nurse made Grace comfortable, but Charles was fully focused on the tiny bundle that Ann carried towards him. “Take a seat, papa.”

Charles grinned at the new title and took a seat, opening the gown over his chest so she could place his son onto the warmth his body offered. Already, there were tufts of dark hair on his head and Charles brushed his fingers over it feeling how soft they were. His son blinked at the touch, squirming against the lights before settling against Charles’ chest and looking up.

Your eyes. Those were your eyes, set above Charles’ nose. Those were Charles’ dimples appearing on his cheeks beside your lips. A brilliant balance of his and your features wrapped up in a baby born to be loved. His lips parted silently, as if he were experiencing the same sense of awe that Charles did. It was the same look he had seen on your face as you watched the dawn rise and the light chase away the dark when you couldn’t sleep.

“Lucas,” he murmured as he delicately stroked his cheek and stared in amazement at the wonder he held. Lucas, it had been one name he liked because it meant bringer of light. It felt as if the flaking chips from his rusty heart were falling away with each second he held his son, and beneath the damage and decay it shined anew.

“It’s perfect,” Grace agreed with a tired smile.

“Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Enjoy this moment, Charles.” She seemed wistful for a second. “Before you know it they are walking, then running, and there’s no catching them then. Promise me you’ll enjoy this moment.”

Of all the people, he didn’t need reminding of how cruel time could be. But he had learned how to cherish the time he had, it was the last and the hardest lesson you had taught him.

“I promise.” His promise was to Grace, his promise was to Lucas, and his promise was to you. He wouldn’t waste a second of his life, not now that he had the most precious gift to live for.

[trentlife]

OUR SPECIAL TIME

part2

p1

requested ✔️

summary: you and trent hardly get alone time anymore with now having a newborn baby, and also with his busy schedule, he tells you how much he misses it, until one day, you are finally able to have your time together.

authors note: sorry for being so inactive, i've been having time for myself & my mind.

ps this smut is way off it lmao

warnings: fluff, adult language, smut

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the next day, trent had already left for training by the time you were making your cup of tea, before your son leo woke up.

there was only one thing on your mind right now, and that was to ring trent's mum to see if she would have leo over night tonight, as trent told you yesterday a night with just the two of you would be good for him right now.

"hey sweet how are you?" dianne answered the phone to you.

"hey di, im good thank you, are you?" you asked.

"great thank you!" she replied to you, with a cheery tone.

"would you mind having our leo tonight? i know it's a big ask, just that me and trent booked a spa place last minute last night for today" you had your fingers crossed.

"oh yes of course! i love minding him, just let me know what time you'll bring him round im in all day." she informed you.

"perfect, thank you di, see you later" you said your goodbyes then placed your phone down on the kitchen counter.

you checked the baby monitor to see your baby had woken up, so you went upstairs to get him.

"good morning my boy!" you smothered him in kisses, while he moved around in your arms.

you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your top up as he latched onto your breast, as you fed him.

"babe?" you heard a voice from downstairs, which was your boyfriends.

"upstairs!" you told him, and you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"my boy!" he said with excitement making his way over to you both as he placed his hand on your back and leant down to give him a kiss, and then you.

he sat down next to you and looked you in the eyes.

"he's going to your mums when he's ready" you told him.

"oh was she ok with it?" he asked.

"she was made up" you both giggled.

leo let go and you pulled your top back down and then began getting him changed.

"ive booked a spa hotel you know" you told trent while changing your sons nappy.

"wait really, when did you do that?" he asked.

"yesterday when you went to sleep, and it also has a private sauna, and i know you love your saunas" you looked up and smiled at him.

"do you want me to take him now so you can sort yourself out?" he offered.

"if you don't mind" you said as you placed your son in his dads arms.

"ok yeh i'll do that, say bye bye to mummy" trent said in his dad voice, sarcastically, because leo is way too young to speak.

"bye my baby boy" you walked over giving him a kiss and stroking his cheek.

"ok i'll be back in a bit" trent said, walking out the room.

"see you in a bit" you replied pulling out the suitcase from under the bed.

you decided you were just going to pack for both you and trent to save time when he came back and you were only going for a night so you wouldn't of need much anyway.

you packed your pyjamas, clothes for the next day, underwear, bikini, toiletries and lets not forget the condoms.

then you just packed the similar things for trent.

you took the suitcase downstairs and placed it by the door when trent walked in.

"oh hi" he laughed, and you didn't say anything, you just wrapped your arms around him, pressing kisses into his cheek, while his hands slipped up your top rubbing your back.

"i can't wait for this" you told him, and smiled at him, while his hands rested on your hips.

"me too" he pressed his lips onto yours.

it was a bit later on now, and you were both in the car on the way to the spa, with trent driving, and his hand placed on your thigh.

you pulled up the the spa and got your bag and suitcase and made you way in to check in.

you sorted everything out and then you both headed to your room. the luxury sweet.

when you stepped in, you had a queen sized bed, two couches, a hot tub outside and a humongous tv.

"wow this is amazing" trent said looking around.

"isn't it! i seen it last night and was like that's 100% being booked!" you said back while unpacking the clothes from the suitcase.

trent dived onto the bed, and instantly picked the bikini laying on the bed up.

"in this now" trent told you, winking at you.

"and you in them now" you said throwing his shorts in his face laughing.

"can we go the spa now?" he asked, and you nodded back, you hoped that it would of been quite quiet as it was now 9pm.

you went into the bathroom and changed into your bikini while trent changed into his shorts and got a few bits that you wanted to take down with you.

when you got down there, it was completely empty, which was perfect.

you took off your spa dressing gown and took at picture of the lit up, relaxing pool.

"take one of us." you boyfriend said curling his arms around your naked waist and resting his cheek on your shoulder while you took a selfie.

trent instantly dived in, while you tip toed down the steps.

you strolled over to trent whilst he wiped the water from his eyes and opened his arms for you waiting for you.

you tied your arms around his neck and instantly put your lips on his.

"love you" you told him, whilst he ran his hand over your hair.

"love you more" he replied, going in for another kiss.

you let go from him, and swam away from him under water from him jokingly.

"ay" he said coming after you, and pulling your leg from under water and placing you against the wall.

"i know you want me" trent spoke looking you in the eyes.

"you mean, i know you want me" you replied, poking his chest.

"yeh you know me too well" he laughed to himself.

you brought him closer to you, and connected your lips to his, leading to a deep kiss, with his tongue slipping into your mouth.

it was a long passionate kiss, that you didn't want to end, until he pulled away.

"wha-" you were about to speak, until his lips trailed down your neck, just were you liked it.

"tre- trent not here" you moved away, incase anyone seen.

"ok so we're the private saunas?" he asked you.

"through that door" you pointed, and trent quickly got out the pool, and eventually pulled you up with him.

you walked through the door to four saunas, and you both went into one, with trent locking it after you were both in.

"come on" he tapped his thigh, and you immediately sat on it, locking your lips onto his for yet again a very deep kiss.

he fiddled with the tie of your bikini top, and took it off and placed it next to you both.

he licked down from your neck to your boobs, and put your nipples in his mouth and twirled them around, leaving your head to fall back.

you tugged at his shorts, untying them and slowly pulling them down, and grabbing his cock, then moving your hand up and down, with trent leaving a quiet moan in your ear as you quickened the pace.

trents hands latched onto your bottoms as he pulled them off your thighs, with you letting go of him.

he leaned back, with you still on his lap, and you lined your entrance up on him.

it wasn't long before you were bouncing on top of his length, whilst his hands roamed around your body.

"your so good baby" trent said, breathing heavily.

you got the hair band off your wrist and tied your hair up as it was getting in the way. multitasking at its finest.

"shitttt, im close babe" you told trent, with a tun sweat dripping off the both of you.

"me too" he smiled.

you had already reached your orgasm, while trent held your hips.

"fuck, your on the pill aren't you?" trent asked, with his eyes widened.

"yeh babe" you replied, quickening the pace, leaving you both moaning, with your head in trents neck.

before you knew it, you both had already cummed, when you lifted your leg off him to stand up, but leaving a mess.

"we can't just leave this here, so wait" he said to you, grabbing your shoulder, and wiping it up on two of his fingers.

"open" he told you, and you grabbed his hand and opened your mouth and sucked it off both fingers to tease him.

you both got changed back into your swimwear and unlocked the door and went back outside to get your things.

you put on you spa gown and trent put his arm around your shoulder and whispered in you ear.

"i think im gonna have to buy us a sauna yeno" making you both laugh.

"thank you for the best night bubs" he thanked you kissing your cheek.

the end.

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“I never imagined I would give birth to my first child away from home and surrounded by air strikes,” Israa, a young mother in Gaza told Middle East Eye. Soon after giving birth, Israa said, her family was forced to share a small room with over 17 people, which led to Israa catching the coronavirus, which was then passed on to her newborn. “Instead of embracing my little child, I had to leave him in the incubator, looking at him far from the window for almost two weeks. Those were the worst days in my whole life.” Displaced Palestinians are also being squeezed into ever-tighter areas of the tiny coastal enclave, prompting outbreaks of illness and disease, to which malnourished children are particularly vulnerable. With Palestinians enduring increasingly dire conditions, the most basic of acts for new parents, such as changing a child’s nappy, have become a luxury, with many mothers and carers resorting to using cloth diapers. Safe pregnancies and births have become entirely unfeasible in Gaza due to incessant Israeli bombing. In December, just three months into the conflict, the International Rescue Committee said there were at least 155,000 pregnant or breast-feeding mothers in Gaza who were at high risk of malnutrition.

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[cyrusthedragon]

Gentleman

Teen And Up Audience

Let's talk about Simon Riley being a gentleman for you but not the way we usually think about gentlemen.

Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley / f!Reader

Tags: domestic fluff, no "Ghost", established relationship, married couple, playful bullying, newborn children, Simon Riley being BIG and SOFT (and bullied), husband material

Please, comment if you liked it, it means a lot to me!

Notes:

Reader is from a rich family, but still joined the military

Reader and Simon serve(d) together

Simon Riley without his mask

AO3

Stand up so you can sit down; take off your outer clothes; pull up a chair for you; kiss the back of your hand; do not raise voice at you; if you walk on the sidewalk, then stand by the road; make sure you feel comfortable when you go out; if you bend over to pick up something under the table, then cover the corner of the table with his hand; lay his head on your shoulder just because; make two cups of tea anyway; try to say when he feels uncomfortable (not just swallow it cuz he don't wanna bother you! mister it's-not-that-deep); talk with you when something is wrong; when you look good — say out loud that you look good; ask if you need some help and actually help you, massage your tired feet.

Yeah, he doesn't really know about the etiquette and other stuff, but he knows exactly how to cherish you, trying so hard to give you that normal life he knows you deserve, even though he's so dumb that he didn't really understand you do not need 'normal life', you're as battle-scarred as he is, you just need life with him. Civilian or not, you don't give a damn about it, maybe he didn't know how to use that god-awful melon spoon, but it's okay as long as he is happy, cuz the melon spoon never was so necessary. You just love watching him, so clumsy with small and delicate things, that you can't help but just stay silent and admire how he's trying to deal with that nappy for your tiny little newborn baby daughter, who literally can completely fit in two his palms.

He was big compared to normal guy, was huge compared to you, and now he's damn giant compared to your daughter.

"Fatherhood suits you," you said, looking at him from the threshold, and laughed when he literally shuddered. The man on purpose lowered his guard down, 'cause he felt himself safe with you. Both of you, now.

"The hell are you tolkin' about... Help me instead, I can't understand how this shit works.." grumpy, messy, baby powder on his cheek, brows furrowed. If Johnny saw him right now, he'd definitely shit his pants from how scary Simon looked at that poor nappy, like it, idk, killed his beloved puppy. But as how scary it was for everyone esle, as much it was funny for you; you couldn't resist your laugh coming out, trying to hide your face with your palm, when he looked at you as severely as physically possible.

And blushed.

"Shut up."

You smiled at him widely, coming closer: "I said nothing, baby." but that wasn't true. Technically, that wasn't a lie, too. You said a lot of things, but not with words. "You can't handle one diaper?"

"I didn't say I can't handle it, dammit," he groaned, focussing on swaddling the baby who couldn't stop giggling and twitching from side to side; you rested your elbow on his shoulder, and he theatrically sighed, looking at his daughter: "Rocket fuel in your veins..." and, stooping to kiss her on her belly, added: "Just like your mother."

"I don't get it, are you bullying her?" before he realized it, you pucked girl up. She giggled, sucking on her own petit fingers, moving her legs. "You're bullying my daughter, Simon?"

"Oh goodness, love..." he clicked, you cackled, holding baby closer and moving two steps away from him, "you wanna start a fight now?"

"I don't", but considering how you smiled and looked at your daughter's very pleased reaction, you obviously wanted this: "Do you?"

"I don't," he answered, "but if you're going to continue whatever you're doing, I'm-"

"You what?" and you moved the child in your arms accompanied by her contented laughter, so Simon could see it:

You sly thing.

He can't do with you anything when you're holding the baby.

"What, you swallowed your tongue, darling?" your footsteps were coming closer to the living room, and he followed at your heels, looking almost the same as on the military, about to scold one of his soldiers. "Love..." almost growled, making the baby laugh harder, clapping; the fluff on her head swayed when you moved left and right, skirting the furniture: "Love?" you repeated after him, looking directly into his eyes without a single blink, "Now I'm love?"

"You always were my love..."

"No, five seconds ago you were threatening me!" you smiled, moving your gaze to your daughter. "He was threatening your mama, sunshine, look at him!"

"No-o!" Simon exclaimed, holding out his hands to the little one, "Princess, don't listen to her! She's lying! She was bullying me!"

"Bullying you? How can I bully you? I'm a victim here!"

"You're not!"

"Of course I am, princess saw how you were telling me you're going to do something!-" laughter, quick steps, radio talking in the kitchen, child's giggle, Simon's sighs, and two grown-ass adults argument in which each of you tried to convince a three-month-old child which of you is really a victim.

Was that the life you were expecting from joining the military?

No.

That was the life that Simon Riley gave you without your request. He just was there, silently, very bad at any good feelings, not knowing what exactly to say or how to act in some situations, learning from you by just watching how you talked with everyone, and simply remembering small things. From small things about how to interact with people, who are not broken as fu-. Ahem. To small things about you, and one day he understood — you became his healing pill. Somehow, by doing literally nothing, only existing in the same universe as him, winking to him, talking to him — actually talking, not just having some nonsense chat about the weather or your job, but discussing with him, asking about his opinion, you became a person who was so damn comfortable to him, that he couldn't deny how he's attached to you anymore.

This man appeared in your life like a silent company, then your partner on missions, then your partner for life, then your husband, and then the father of your child.

And now you were testing his limits, 'cause you wanted so.

This girl in your hands — she was the third most precious woman in his life, after his mother and you, and you knew exactly what you were doing by teasing him, not letting him go closer to you, or take her from your hands.

"What? What? Wanna say you're not bullying me? Princess, look-"

"No, princess, don't. Look at your daddy, daddy loves you, daddy would never bully your mommy."

"Liar!"

And then once again: he sighs, you giggle, baby girl made her baby sound, and the three of you were whirled around the house, from room to room, until finally, he cornered you. Literally. You pressed yourself into the corner of the bedroom with your whole body, never stop smiling, but knowing for sure that this man would not leave it so easily. You blinked, he towered over you like a mountain, put his hand on the wall and you automatically bit your lower lip, chuckling: "Are we like... In some kind of third-rate young adult drama?"

"Give her to me. Now."

A hoarse, hot, deep voice sounded right in front of you. His blue eyes into yours, and you had to tilt your head to keep eye contact, but it was completely worth it.

"Or what?" you whispered; the little one's eye's shifted from you to her father, from him to you again, Simon leaned over to you, and before this whole situation started to get too spicy, you quickly gave him the child and came out from under his quite skillful confident kabe-don. Ah, but you remember times when he was too shy to kiss you... "You can have her," you said, looking innocent, watching him trying to handle girl as delicate as possible, hissing at your actions as if scolding because you simply cannot treat such tiny, fragile creatures like that.

You can break her!

He.

Scolding you.

For not being gentle.

He.

Holding her so, so gently, carefully, holding her head straight, because she didn't know how to do it yet, frowning at you, you, an irresponsible woman!

This behemoth of a man with such a little girl in his hands.

"She's already daddy's girl, isn't she?" You murmured. Simon put her on the changing pad, you followed him. "Try again," you said, when he took the open diaper.

He sucked air deep into his lungs and began to swaddle this little giggly monster.

Action after action, extreme care, total concentration, as if he was defusing a bomb, unblinking stare until the last details, and only when girl was laying there, completely swaddled, with a pacifier in her mouth, he exhaled, closing his eyes.

"Holy f-..."

"Good job! It was that hard, baby?" You chuckled, stroking his back, when he turned to you, hugging your waist softly. "No," he whispered, breathing in your scent, mixed with perfume and the smell of a hair conditioner, "I was trying not to hurt her. She's so tiny..."

Oh, that man drove you crazy.

The level of happiness in your blood exceeded all permissible norms, you pressed into him, cheek on his cheek for a second, and kissed his cheekbone, smiling like a fool.

Or it was just him?

Big protective fool, so scared to hurt his little daughter...

You love him like this: in your arms, mumbling about how afraid he is that one day he'll do something to her, due to miscalculated strength. You weren't afraid. You knew he simply won't let it happen.

"You wouldn't." You answered, gently running your fingers through his short blonde hair, "Wanna know why?"

Simon looked into your eyes, moving away a little, so you could see him properly: "Why?"

You smiled: "Because she's our daughter," and before he let himself relax, you added, grinning nastily: "If you'll ever try to hurt her, she'll kick your ass, like it's a fucking football, darling."

Well.

Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe he wasn't a liar...

Maybe you truly enjoyed bullying him, so he can "get angry" and finally shut you up with the most delicious kiss in the world.

Simon's lips pressed to yours, your hands over his hot red cheeks, because someone's still too easy to tease, his hands around your waist, just to be sure you're not going anywhere, your eyes closed so you can remember every moment, every note of his taste. And the softness, but the conference of his movements.

Simon Riley was the best example of the word "self-control".

You never saw an another man with such power over himself that he can hold the most fragile teacup tightly and not break it.

And he was afraid?

He?

Oh, you were planning to live a life beside him and for once and for all make him see how amazing he really was.

Yes, he doesn't have some fancy private university diploma, maybe he's not a philosophy Ph.D., but, god forgive me, was he less incredible because of it? Not even a little.

He doesn't know about a melon spoon, he doesn't really like all these luxurious restaurants, he can tell nothing about Gucci house, then fuck it, fuck it all, fuck the etiquette, fuck high table manners, fuck meticulous elegance, prim ideality — the way Simon kissed you, keep you close, the way he looked at you with his eyes go wild, the way he was sucking your scent, burying his face in your neck, after holding your common child, as if both of you were priceless treasures from the depths of the sea.

Squeezing you, carefully touching her chubby pink cheek with a pad of his finger, and slowly, lightly kissing the back of your hand, pressing her close while rocking.

Yeah, he wasn't a gentleman.

He didn't have a fantastic talent for anything, couldn't distinguish Manet from Monet, and mathematics wasn't one of his strengths.

But he had his stubbornness, willpower, desire, and love for work.

Simon Riley was a hard-worker.

And that's exactly what you love in him.

"We should..." you swallowed, licking your lower lip after that disastrous kiss he gave you, "We should go on a date..."

"Why so?" just his hoarse voice made you snuggle into him, hugging his neck so tightly, as if you wanted to kill him with your own hands — that's how much you loved him. But you did nothing.

Just breathing heavily, feeling him lift you by your hips, seating you on the windowsill in your bedroom. "Because," you murmured, smacking him on the lips, "I want you to eat molecular crap in your only black suit, and grumble that this berry foam is not a real food."

And when you laughed, already hearing his old man's grumbling, his huge hands grabbed your waist again, squeezing tightly, as if purposely ignoring your mouth-watering sides.

You told Simon last morning that even though it's been three months since you gave birth, your pelvis still hurts sometimes —

Oh.

What a gentle man he was...

Haha.

[okaima]

Karelian Words - Babies

Yskyniekka, uzlaniekka - baby, newborn, a baby that is still in swaddle

Kekkeröini, vagahaini - child that doesn't walk yet

D'upittaini, tudeloini - child who is starting to practice standing up

Käpähäini - child who is just starting to walk

Hydžy - toddler, child that is under 4-5 years old

Keskoni, ruohka - prematurely born baby

Andalo - baby fuzz, baby hair

Liemenö - baby's or toddler's curly hair

Leibäkirves- baby's first tooth

Hiirenhammas - child's first fallen tooth

Hiirenhambahat - milk teeth

Häbädät, jällečit- baby's feces

Läpetös - baby's pee

Kekkeröittöä - for baby to roll on the floor

Kontata, lalleroittoa - to crawl, to walk on hands and knees

Lelettelö, mässärtelö - baby's babbling

Luglettau - to babble and coo at the baby, to copy baby's babbling

Lössie - to crawl on stomach

Palleroittoa. ryydeä - to crawl around on the floor

Mammerehtoa - toddling, waddling

Ainikko - the only child

Esikko - the first born

Mugahini - cousin or sibling who was born after you

Endžikkö - first grandchild

Rytykki - petname for dirty child. A rascal, tyke

Harakkani - newborn's first shirt, ritual shirt

Augile - soft spot on newborn's skull

Harakkapaida - fetal membrane still on newborn baby

Nännimaido - breast milk, mother's milk

Riisu - baby's baptismal clothing, christening robe

Šittariepu - dirty swaddle, nappy, diaper

Imutti - pacifier traditionally made from cow's udder

Löllö, soska - pacifier

Čolli - baby bottle traditionally made from cow udder and horn

Dudu - baby bottle, traditionally made from cloth or leather

Hilatin, kilissin - baby rattle

Lapsestuskymmen - the first decade of child's life

Kätyt - wooden hanging cradle

Latekätyt - standing cradle

Vidmi - baby hammock, hanging cradle made from cloth

Rodinat - celebration held in honor of newly born child where family and neighbors bring gifts and food for the child and mother

Čuočoi - the unknown, boogieman, character used to scare children

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The Morningstar's Rays: The Forgotten Boy

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Summary: Lucifer is adjusting to being a father, but it's made easier by his frequent trips to the Garden so he can spend time with his favorite beings. Of course, things never go well for him even if they appear to be looking up for Adam. Warnings: Child injury, mpreg, intersex characters, mentions of abusive parents, and God Word Count: 12,807 Ship(s): Lucifer Morningstar/Adam (endgame), Lucifer Morningstar/Mammon, Lucifer Morningstar/Lilith

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It took a couple of months before Lucifer was well enough to leave his home. Belphegor and Mammon worked together to help get him the things that he needed while he recovered. They brought him food, usually apples and bits of bread that would fill him up properly, and more nappies for Asmodeus.

As it turned out, there was a steeper learning curve when it came to being a parent than when it came to being pregnant. Lucifer was almost glad that only two of his closest friends had to be around him while he was trying to get Asmodeus settled. He wasn’t sure if he could handle someone as wild and happy as Beelzebub having to see him struggle to change diapers or someone as refined as Sera watching him try to breastfeed.

When he was pregnant, he had to adjust to the way that his body reacted to specific motions or foods, but now there was so much more. Asmodeus didn’t like being put down for a nap if Lucifer wasn’t holding him or singing to him. When he fed, Asmodues liked to dig his little razor sharp nails into the delicate tissue of Lucifer’s breasts to the point where he was worried that they were going to burst like a balloon full of milk. The first couple days of sleep and breastfeeding were the worst as Lucifer was still having contractions to get his uterus back down to the proper shape whenever he fed his son and every time that he began to drift off to sleep, another need had to be met.

He had gotten the rhythm down after two months, though. He knew to eat when Asmodeus was eating and how much water he had to drink to keep himself hydrated. He knew how to get Asmodeus to nap while he worked on his ideas and prototypes so that he had something for the next meeting. He had even invented something completely new that they wouldn’t be able to introduce down on earth until humans themselves came up with it.

Much like he had with his pregnant belly, he took a long piece of cloth and wove it under Asmodeus and around his own body so that he could carry the baby while he was doing other things. It freed up his hands and let his son sleep far more soundly, which was better for both of them.

Preparing to go out for the first time since he’d had his baby was one of the more terrifying things that Lucifer had ever done. It didn’t beat the anxiety that he’d felt while giving birth and it definitely paled in comparison to his first time being called before God to present his ideas, but it still left him with sweaty palms and an upset stomach.

He’d spent the better part of an hour pacing around his room so that he could get things ready for the day. Having a baby came with a lot more stuff than a sling and a newborn. He had to carry extra nappies so that he could change Asmodeus when he soiled his old one, and then a bag to carry the soiled ones in so that they didn’t soak through the rest of the bag and make a bit stink. He also had to carry a blanket and a change of clothes outside of the spit rag that was needed for every time he burped the two-month-old.

As he was packing it all up so that he could leave, he turned to his son and said, “You were a lot easier to carry around when you were in Daddy’s tummy, sweetheart.”

Asmodeus gave him a giggle and kicked his chubby little legs. Lucifer leaned down and kissed his stomach, holding onto the tiny feet so that he could sneak socks onto him. It was hard to keep any clothing on his baby when the angel wanted nothing more than to keep his son against his own bare skin. It was the way that he’d held his baby when Asmodeus was born and it was the way that he wanted to stay forever. It had helped when Lucifer was in the throws of the post-baby blues, when he was adjusting to being alone all the time and desperate for validation that he was doing everything right.

None of that mattered now, those days were behind him. He was excited to get to show his babies to his friends, especially the humans down in Eden. he wondered if they were worried about him or if they had been occupied by other visiting angels. He also wondered if anything had improved between them that might result in a little newborn of their own.

Those questions were going to be answered soon enough, he reminded himself as he got his baby situated in the sling against his body. He brushed his fingers over the soft downy hairs on the top of Asmodeus’ head to remind himself that his baby was there and okay. He double checked the bag that he had packed before he stepped out of the home that he had been cooped up in since his little one had made his first appearance.

“We’re going to go see some of Daddy’s friends! Doesn’t that sound exciting?” he asked the baby, getting nothing but a yawn in reply. It was going to be nice to have some adults that he could talk with outside of the brief conversations that he had with Belphegor and Mammon when they brought him new supplies.

It had taken him so long to get ready that a lot of the angels were already milling about in the main part of their town. The curving, winding street with the houses had been basically deserted outside of some of the lowly archangels that were helping clean up some of the yards. He had waved to them and gotten nothing back in response, but that was a fairly common reaction. They were busy and preferred to focus on their work, as opposed to stopping and visiting with anyone that came by.

What really shook Lucifer was what happened when he finally got into the main square. He was nearing the building where the other Seraphim had their meetings about things that they could put on earth, hoping that he would catch the end of one and be able to bring up some of the baby traits for animals that already existed. It wasn’t done often, but Leviathan had been able to convince Sera of a couple ideas about fish after they had already implemented them, so Lucifer was keeping his hopes up.

He stepped into the square and waved towards Belphegor and Mammon, who waved back in response to him. They stepped into the meeting room not long after, which meant that the only two beings that knew about his baby had already left. He was nervous to see what the other angels would do about the newness of the situation but also so incredibly proud to get to show him what he had made.

“Lucifer!” Beelzebub shrieked when she saw him. She rushed over to him and pulled back the material of the sling so that she could see the baby inside. “Belphegor had mentioned that he was cute, but I didn’t think that he was going to be that cute, oh my goodness.”

“Thank you,” Lucifer felt his chest swell with pride as he watched the way that his friend was interacting with his baby. “Took a lot more than some angelic magic to be able to make him, I have to say.”

“Well of course it did! Something so perfect is going to take time and energy,” she giggled. “Congratulations, Lucifer. He’s so precious.”

Before he could say anything else, she looped her arm into his and began to drag him towards the big silver room where the Seraphim discussed what they were going to do with their business. He usually resented the place because it was where many of his dreams and ideas were shot down as being too overwhelming or not conducive to the way that they were trying to run earth and the humans. Now, having been cooped up for the better part of two months, he couldn’t wait to be back in a place where he could talk to people.

Beelzebub kept him entertained by filling him in on everything that had happened while he was away. Apparently some of the principalities had royally messed up when it came to the maintenance of the Garden and had been put into solitary for the rest of the week. A couple of cherubims had gotten in a relationship with angels ranking higher than themselves, though no one was quite sure if they were telling the truth or making things up because they were bored.

When they got to the grand doors that led into the meeting hall, they were greeted with the High Seraphim herself. 

Sera was the person that he was most nervous to meet the baby. He was antsy when it came to his human friends because he knew that they had both been looking forward to meeting his son, but he knew what their reactions were going to be to some extent. He even knew when it came to a lot of the other angels because they were all entirely too predictable. The lower ranking angels wouldn’t pay him any mind because they never did, all too nervous that he could get them in trouble or that by paying attention to him they were going to end up being late for some of their other responsibilities. The humans would be excited that they finally got to see the being that Lucifer had been growing inside of himself for nine long months. Sera, on the other hand, had always been very critical of Lucifer and would likely frown upon his son.

“I’m going to get some snacks, see you,” Beelzebub grinned at Lucifer as she waved at him and then disappeared through the doors.

That left him standing in front of Sera with Asmodeus squirming on his chest like a very ineffective shield. He placed his hand on his baby’s side to soothe him as he had done so many times before, when they were in their confinement. He took a step towards the meeting room where he saw that Belphegor was having a discussion with Leviathan, wanting to see what it was about. Their conversations were always incredibly interesting and there was no way that he was going to miss out on another one, not after the two months that he had been through.

Before he could even get a toe over the threshold, there was a perfectly manicured and elegant hand blocking him from doing so. He stepped back to where he had been before and then tilted his head up towards the other angel, seeing that her mouth was contorted in a deep scowl. “What’s up, Sera?” he asked.

“I will not allow you to bring that blasphemous creation into our meeting hall, Lucifer,” she responded coldly.

Anger flashed through his system like a white hot streak of pain, reminding him of just how much he loved his son and how protective he had been feeling the week before. Belphegor had informed him that he was permitted to medically leave his home if he wanted to, but he hadn’t been able to because of his fear of exactly what was happening coming to pass. “He’s a baby, Sera, not some kind of weird animal I made in my free time.”

“You… you’ve birthed him?” she asked. Her perfect nose wrinkled in disgust as she tried to figure out how to feel about that. Lucifer wanted to roll his eyes and remind her that she had been seen romantically and sexually engaging with the angel Gabriel, who may have been Supreme Archangel, but was still so far below her that it was a massive abuse of power for them to be together.

“I did, I also made him inside of me. Like the humans can, but not with a human,” he explained. Asmodeus had come from a place of love, from within him, and he was incredibly proud of that fact. He knew that it was kind of stupid to declare it that loudly where other angels could hear him when he had already decided he was going to keep it low, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had worked tirelessly for nine months to build every finger, toe, and feather that the baby now had on his chubby little body. He had spent days trying hard not to fall asleep, eating more than rational, and trimming his hair as it kept growing down into his eyes. He wasn’t going to let that go to the wayside so that he could try and prevent people from learning that Michael had fucked him.

Sera took a step back from him and towards the door. While they had never been terribly close, no one was close to the head Seraphim, it still hurt to see her acting like that. He hadn’t brought another snake to the meeting without being prompted, he had carried his son with him like they had all theorized about humans doing far in the future. Her face was contorted in between a look of worry and one of disgust, something that made Lucifer want to snarl at her and rip her teeth out with his throat.

He had never been that feral and protective of something before, so it almost scared him that he immediately had that reaction to her. He supposed that it made sense, given that a lot of angels had more animalistic traits than the humans did as they had created everything that went to earth. He was simply trying to protect his baby from the woman that was presenting herself to be a threat.

After he had smashed the feelings of anger down into the black maw of his belly, left there to be forgotten and never acted upon, he shifted Asmodeus in his sling. “Sera, what’s going on?” Lucifer nearly demanded. “I promise that he won’t make that much noise, all he does is sleep and ask to fed. He doesn’t even smile or want to be played with at this point.”

Sera turned her head away from them so that the only thing Lucifer could see was the angular, bird-like features of her nose and chin. “I think that it would be best if you spent some time in the Garden instead of attending this meeting formally, Lucifer. Now that I know you’re well enough to attend, I can get one of the archangels to watch your son while you participate and get you the minutes so that you can catch up.”

She didn’t even wait for him to process what she had said before she turned and walked into the massive silver building. Lucifer tried to step forward so that he could follow after her, eager to have his friends meet his son and be around people like himself, but the door slammed loudly in his face. 

“That was rude,” he commented to no one as he looked down at the baby curled against his chest. Asmodues had tucked one of his tiny hands up beside his face, little fingers flexing and curling as he dreamed of whatever it was that baby Seraphims dreamed about. Lucifer almost wished that he hadn’t been the first angel to experience pregnancy and birth so that he knew more about what to expect. On the other hand, he had always loved discovering new things and figuring out how they worked. It was the part of his mind that enjoyed inventing things, and in a way he was rapidly inventing angelic parenting.

Now that he was locked out of the meeting he had left the house to attend, he had one of two options. He could return back to the solitary set of rooms that he had spent the last several months cooped up in, or he could do as Sera had asked him to. Part of him wanted to rebel against her and do what he wished without her blessing overlaid on the top of it. The other part of him missed his friends in the Garden dearly and wanted to show off his son to people that would actually appreciate the baby.

Despite the urge to do the exact opposite of what Sera had told him to, he turned on his heel and walked towards the door that would lead to the Garden. Outside of the faces of his friends, it was the one sight that he had missed more than anything else while in recovery. He knew that it would bring him to a place that smelled of life and had sun that felt warm instead of middling. He could almost hear the rushing of the water in the stream and Lilith singing as she explored the upper tree topes.

He looked at the sign next to the door and saw that someone had been checking on the humans every other day for the entirety of the time that Lucifer had been gone, though it was only for a couple minutes each and a different angel every time. He wondered if his friends had missed the familiarity that came with getting to know one’s visitors, he had only recently learned about that when Bee and Mammon were keeping him fed.

Lucifer opened the door and stepped through as he had done every day throughout his entire pregnancy. It felt like returning home, more so than walking around Heaven and being stared at by the other angels ever had. The feeling amplified itself nine times more when he saw the flash of brown hair that meant Adam was nearby. He called his friend’s nap and then found a pair of sturdy arms wrapped around himself and Asmodeus.

All of the anger that he had been feeling about how Heaven was treating him and the dismissal that his son had received without even being able to stick up for himself was gone in an instant. Adam had been there for him throughout his entire pregnancy, holding back his hair when he was sick and feeding him things that he thought might be good for the growing baby. He may not have been able to service Lucifer the same way that Lilith had, but the support was stronger.

He wiggled his arms away from where he had been holding his baby and then turned around so that he could properly hug the man, his one true friend at the moment. “I’m so glad that you came back,” Adam whispered.

“I didn’t mean to be gone so long, I promise,” Lucifer replied. He had left the garden rather abruptly last time he had been there since he had been late for a meeting. He knew that Adam and Lilith would have expected him back the next day if not later that same day, but Asmodeus entrance into the world had put a pin in that for the next two months.

“Why did you leave?” Adam asked, tucking his face into the material of Lucifer’s robe. He was being so careful around the angel’s six wings, which had been semi-spread when he came into the garden because of his anger. Adam had made sure to slide his arms between the two topmost pairs as he hugged so that he wasn’t bending a single flight feather nor was he pushing the bones in the wrong direction.

Lucifer wasn’t sure if it was the changes that his body had endured after the baby was born or simply the absence that was between this moment and the last moment they had shared, but it made his entire body feel as though it were breaking. The care and consideration that was being given to him had no strings attached, not expectation of sex or attention or inventions like every other relationship he’d ever been in. It made what he had with Adam feel special and precious, something that he wanted to hold and handle the way that he handled his baby.

He took in a shaky breath to try and stop the tears before they had the chance to roll down his face. Crying wasn’t something that he was new to, the hormones from the pregnancy and birth were still tearing through him and making him very weepy. He wiped the remnants of the burst of emotion on the shoulder that Adam wasn’t leading into before he had to break the hug. He turned around and reached into the sling on his “I went into labor because I used my magic to get back. I guess angelic pregnancies still don’t really like angelic magic,” he joked.

“You had the baby?” Adam asked despite the evidence being presented right in front of him. He reached out with nervous hands, his gaze flicking from Lucifer and then down to the baby.

“I did! Would you like to hold him?” Lucifer asked. He had barely let anyone else hold his son and he would be reluctant to change that when he had to go back to Heaven, but he wanted Adam and Lilith to love his son as much as he did.

“Am I allowed to do that?” Adam gasped. He looked so excited to have the baby finally in front of him after the months that they had waited while he grew.

“Of course you are! Why wouldn’t you be?” Lucifer moved Adam’s arms around as he transferred the newborn over into his hold. It was something that he didn’t have a lot of experience with, only having done it about four times before when Belphegor came over to check and make suer that they were both okay. He managed it without any issues, other than Asmodues waking from his nap and blinking angrily at them both before he settled in.

Adam took the baby with the practice of a man that would be doing exactly that for the rest of his ridiculously long life. He leaned back against the tree that they had been standing under as he gazed down at Asmodeus. The dappling from the fluttering leaves above them made his face look somehow more serene, his eyes not moving a single bit despite the changing light over them. “I guess I was worried that you were going to be like some of the animals. Sometimes I have to help them when they’re having babies and then when I try to say hello to the babies they get really upset at me.”

“That’s because they don’t know you the way that I know you,” Lucifer smiled. He leaned against the other half of the big trunk so that he could look over Adam’s shoulder at his baby. The height difference was enough that he only managed it because Adam was leaning back at a very dramatic angle and Lucifer was standing at his full height, including his shoes and the root that he had found.

“I guess we do know each other pretty well, don’t we?” Adam grinned. Again, that maddening flutter sounded in Lucifer’s chest and made him feel as though he was going to die on the spot. He wasn’t even sure if angels could die, much less Seraphim as high up on the ladder as him, but he knew that the feeling he wanted to experience before he did was the one racing through his bloodstream in that current moment.

Adam watched the baby for a while longer before he handed him back to Lucifer, who placed the little one down into the sling. They talked about what had happened in the Garden while Lucifer was away as they walked back to Adam’s home. Lucifer slipped into the little hut beside the riverbank and placed his baby down on the bed that Adam had made for himself in the corner. The first man was right in saying that there had been a lot of improvements when it came to his living conditions.

The hut was an improvement to the lean-to that he had first made to shield himself from the rare rainstorms that the Garden would be struck with. It had mud walls that were layered on the insides with sticks so that they wouldn’t collapse inwards. The floor was layered with a woven grass rug and underneath that was enough leaves to make up an entire tree if they weren’t layered in such a way to keep the mud from one’s feet. There was a small firepit where a stack of kindling would keep the hut warm when it got cold during the night, and a pot made of clay for cooking some of the food. One of the walls had the bed, which was kept up from the ground by a large log that had been smoothed down on one side. The pillow was made out of a pelt that had been folded to keep all the rough edges from touching the sleepers face and the blanket had a finished edge to it, something that Adam was very excited to tell him about.

Lucifer sat next to the bed and listened to his friend for a good long while before asking if they could go down to the river.

“Aren’t you worried about being able to hear Asmodeus if he wakes up?” Adam asked. The human had been so excited to hear that the baby carried the name that he had helped Lucifer pick out, so he used it every time he referenced the smaller angel.

“I think that we should be able to hear him from that far away,” Lucifer laughed. He stood up and dusted his robe out of habit, despite there not being a speck of dirt on him thanks to how clean Adam was keeping his home. He untied the sling from the knot it was in at his shoulder and placed it down as a blanket on his son. “You’ve only heard him when he begins to whine for his next meal, not when he’s upset about something,” he shrugged.

“Is he really loud?” Adam asked. He scrambled to get to his feet and walked after Lucifer as they both left the hut.

The question almost made the angel snort his own spit up his nose. “He’s the loudest thing that I’ve ever encountered, even louder than Mammon after he got turned down by Sera one too many times,” he joked. It was nice to be back in a place where he knew that he would always be wanted, especially when it was in the company of someone that he really adored.

“I can’t wait until I get to have a baby of my own,” Adam grinned. “There’s so much that I know about pregnancy from watching you go through it, I keep waiting to see those things happen to me even though I know that they’re not going to.”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Lucifer asked. He had a certain idea of what the other being was talking about, but clarifying it would avoid any miscommunication like what they had had in the beginning of their friendship.

Adam’s face went a little red as he settled down at the edge of the riverbank, staring out at the rolling water. “Well, to have a baby you have to have sex. Like, to get pregnant someone with a penis has to ejaculate inside of you. Even then it doesn’t always work.”

“So are you saying that Lilith always bottoms? I wasn’t expecting that from her after how she was with me when I was pregnant but I guess everyone has their own preferred dynamics,” Lucifer shrugged. He knew that Lilith was an enigma, but she seemed to have fairly standard preferences when it came to things like sex. Perhaps she wanted to be the one to carry the first baby that she and Adam bore, as a way to prove that she was the stronger of the two since that seemed to be important to her.

Adam shook his head and then explained, “We’ve never had sex before. When she jumped on you was the first time I had ever seen her be that way with someone. Before then I had kind of assumed that she didn’t want anything to do with sex, even if it meant that we would get the babies that we wanted.”

That hit Lucifer like a slap across the face. He had always known that the first two humans didn’t get along particularly well, but he had assumed that they would be able to put aside their differences long enough to do something that they had been asked to by God. It was what marriage was for, to have children under the sanctity of a vow to the creator of all things, after all. The idea that they’d never even lain together, let alone have the explicit sex that would create a child, was enough to catch all the words in Lucifer’s throat.

“I don’t even know what having sex would feel like. I’ve- I’ve played with myself before, but I can’t imagine that it’s the same feeling really,” he sighed.

“It kind of is,” Lucifer bobbed his head from left to right. It was hard to explain the sensations that one got when they were being touched by another, at least in terms that would make it uniquely different from masturbation. “I suppose that the sensations themselves are often the same, but there’s this exciting element of surprise to it that comes from not being in control of what the other person is going to do exactly. When you touch yourself, you have a good idea of where your hand is going to be at all times. When someone else does it, you don’t know exactly where they’re going even if they clearly tell you.”

Adam was quiet for a while longer, long enough that Lucifer began to wonder if he had said the wrong thing. The way that his friend had framed his statement made it sound like he had been spurring Lucifer on to explain what the difference between sex and masturbation was like, but now he was acting as if he were ashamed of the knowledge that he had received. Instead of snarling at Lucifer and telling him to get out like Lilith sometimes did after he pushed her buttons in the wrong order, Adam simply asked, “Do you think that you could show me?”

All of the air was punched out of Lucifer all at once. He had always wanted to hear those words in this specific context, even if he hadn’t known it until he was living in that scenario. Adam was handsome in a way that none of the other angels were, rugged and damaged like all humans would turn out to be. Outside of his physical appearance, he was also kind and to the point and everything that Lucifer wanted to cling to with both hands.

So as soon as he was asked to show Adam what sex felt like, he jumped on it like a fox on a vole. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss while his hands began to explore. He placed one down on Adam’s thigh and the other on the back of his head so that their kiss could continue without them having to break apart. 

Adam kissed differently than Lilith did. She always tried to eat Lucifer’s soul out through his mouth, her tongue plunging past his teeth and swirling along his like it was looking for his throat. Adam was more tentative about it, allowing their lips to pull apart and meet several times over before he nervous licked over Lucifer’s lips. Their tongues danced together in an embrace that was so intimate that it almost felt wrong. His hands moved slowly while they kissed as well, brushing over different parts of Lucifer’s body instead of immediately pulling at all of his clothing.

He allowed the kiss to remain only that for a long time, relishing in the taste and smells that the other being provided him. He advanced only when he felt that Adam could handle it, trying not to push him too far. The hand that he had placed down on the man’s leg was now traveling up his body, grasping at his hip. He placed his other hand down on Adam’s other side, using the grip that he had on his friend to flip Adam over so that the other man was straddling him. He brought their lips together into another kiss after Adam had broken away to gasp at the sudden motion.

Lucifer let out a little moan when he felt the weight of his friend settle down on top of his cock, which had gone completely unattended to since he had given birth. Even just a bit of pressure on it from a real person and not an object that he was moving around so that he had somewhere to lay his baby already made him incredibly hard. He didn’t realize how much the hormones and proximity to a child had dampened his libido, but now that those two things were not a factor it was almost overwhelming him entirely.

“Adam,” Lucifer breathed.

“Was that the wrong thing to do? I’m sorry, it just felt right. I like the feeling of your cock against my cunt,” Adam admitted. His tanned cheeks had turned almost maroon with how heavily he was blushing. Lucifer hoped that they’d be able to keep that color, but from exertion instead of embarrassment.

“I like the way that it feels too, don’t worry,” the Morningstar replied with a small shake of his head. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed if it turns out that I, um, complete before you do. I haven’t had a lot of time to keep up my normal routine.”

It was his turn to be embarrassed, but he found that it was a lot easier to admit that to Adam than it had been to tell Lilith that the pregnancy was making him so horny that he could cum at the drop of a hat. Adam leaned down and began to kiss at his neck and cheeks, biting at the skin just under his ear. “I don’t care of you get off as soon as you enter me, I just need to know what it feels like.”

Lucifer grasped Adam’s hips again and then flipped them over, taking care to lower them down onto the ground slowly with a single flap of his wings. If they were back in heaven and he had the soft beds each of the angels were provided with then he wouldn’t have bothered with that, but he would have hurt Adam by simply dumping him down on the ground. He wanted this experience to be good for both of them so he made sure to be gentle.

Once Adam was underneath him, he was able to be more in control of the situation. He brought their lips together in another kiss because that seemed to be the easiest way for them to proceed with things. He let his hands actually move that time, instead of just traveling to a secondary location. He brushed the tips of his fingers down Adam’s uncovered arms, all the way from his wrist up to where the strap of his grass woven shirt was resting. He slipped it off his shoulder and then did the same on the other side so that the baggy garment fell down and revealed his chest.

Adam gasped then, breaking the kiss and looking down at his newly exposed skin. Lucifer leaned down and took one of Adam’s nipples easily into his mouth while he toyed with the other one. He had always liked that when Lilith and Michael did it to him, but he wasn’t quite getting the response that he had been hoping for now that he was doing it with Adam.

Never one to be put off by a small failure, Lucifer changed tactics. He leaned down to his friend’s collarbone and took it into his mouth. He brought the flesh in between his teeth and rolled it back and forth before sucking on it hard. Adam let out a sharp moan and threw his head back. Now that he knew he was on the right path. Lucifer left a couple of wet kisses on Adam’s collarbone before he reached a part of his body that would be well hidden by the clothing Adam had fashioned for himself. He let out an near animalistic growl as he bit the flesh there, happy that there was a rolling abundance of it for him to sink his teeth into.

That got him the reaction that he had been expecting when he had started the experiment, which made him grin wickedly. He pulled back and off Adam so that he was on his knees and towering above the first man. He undid the specialized folds of his robe so that it slipped off of his body and onto the ground. He had started dressing differently when he was breastfeeding, but that only made it easier for him to strip when he wanted to be naked. 

He paused once the fabric all fell away, suddenly aware of how different his body was to what Adam had seen before. When he had first come to the Garden, neither of the humans had discovered which of the fibers they could turn into clothing to protect their skin. Lucifer had been dressed in his robe but had shed it not long after meeting Adam so that they could go fishing together. His body had changed a lot since the last time that they had see each other naked, and even more since the first. His chest was puffy and currently swollen with milk that Asmodeus would drink when he next woke. His nipplies had changed color significantly with the hormones from his pregnancy. His hips were a bit wider apart than they had been before, but were now also striped with stretch marks from the rapid growth of his belly. His stomach itself had ripples of silvery skin down at the bottom and fell far differently than it had originally.

He half expected Adam to be disgusted with the way that he looked since it was so different from what it had been before, but instead the first man was just amazed with him. He brushed one of his hands over the marks on Lucifer’s stomach as he said, “I remember when Asmodeus was in here, when they were all red and angry because of how quickly he was growing.”

Lucifer leaned down and captured his lips in another adoring kiss. He sped it up for a while before he said, “Soon your body will also look like mine, you’ll have a child of your own to care for.”

Adam looked like he wanted to cry at that, which was absolutely not what Lucifer had intended to come out of that statement. He tried to soothe any of the hurt that the man was feeling by bringing their lips together in another adoring kiss. He laid Adam down on the ground and began to work further on him, returning them to where they had been before he had misspoken.

He removed the rest of Adam’s clothing so that they were both as exposed as the other person. The cool water coming from the stream at their backs was enough to raise goosebumps on both of their skins and Lucifer’s feathers puffed to protect him from the chill. He kept going, though, shifting them so that they were on top fo the clothing that they had removed and not in the slick mud of the riverbank.

Now that they were able to reach the parts that were required for the experience Adam had asked for, Lucifer let his hands wander once more. He trailed them down to the muscular flesh of Adam’s thighs, where he dug in his fingers so that he could pull the other being around. He spread Adam’s thighs and then settled down in between them as he broke their kiss so that he didn’t overwhelm his friend. He used his hand to wrap Adam’s legs around his waist before he released one of them, using that same hand to wrap around the base of his cock.

He let out a shocked moan as his body was overcome with a rush of lust due to the sensations he had almost forgotten about. Lucifer panted as he waited for the feeling to go away so that he wouldn’t have to bring their experience to an end before it had even begun. He knew that he had a higher tolerance before his self-assigned isolation, so he was trying to find that feeling in the back of his memory.

Once he had settled back into just being aroused instead of pleasured, he tilted his hips downward slightly. He could see Adam’s glistening wet folds peaking out from underneath the course hair and heavy sac, inviting him in with each small movement that either one of them made. He was never one to avoid indulging in something that was begging so prettily for him, so he used his hand to press the tip of his cock into the opening.

Adam let out a little gasp when he felt the beginning of the intrusion, moving his legs apart so that there was more room for the angel to fit between them. He let one of his arms fall above his head while the other covered his mouth, before the hand flew to Lucifer’s shoulder so that he could support himself as the other man pushed in with a single fluid motion.

Lucifer leaned down so that his forehead was resting on Adam’s shoulder. His entire body was quivering with the overwhelming pleasure the he had gotten simply from entering his friend. He had been sucked off before, and played with sensations that he had assumed would replicate the feeling of being inside of someone, but nothing actually measured up to the real feeling. He knew that Adam was doing this with him so that he could be ready for when Lilith eventually decided that she was ready to start having children, but it made his entire body feel as if it was breaking apart in the best way possible to have that kind of intimacy with Adam.

When he felt that they had both adjusted so that neither of them would cum too quickly, he began to move. He drew his hips back slowly and then plunged in again so that he was buried up to the root. He could feel Adam’s heavy ballsack resting on the top of his cock every time that he plunged in again and he wondered what it would be like to have everything inside of it emptied into him. It had been so long since he had been properly bent over something and used the way that Michael had used to.

Just as that thought entered his mind, it left with the sound of Adam moaning. Something about the way that they were laying and the speed that Lucifer was going at seemed to be working well for him. He had already closed his beautiful brown eyes and had thrown his head back against the shirt that Lucifer had striped off of him. If Lucifer had been a lesser being, he would have assumed that he had fallen into the bed of an angel because of how holy Adam looked while doing that.

He kept rutting down into his friend as he chased after the tightening coil in his gut. It was going to come down on him so hard that he might actually explode, he could already feel it despite being in the very, very beginning throws of his orgasm. His breaths started to come out in short little pants as he wound himself up further and further with every minute movement that either one of them made. “I’m going to cum, Adam, I’m sorry,” he grunted.

That had never happened before when he had sex, even the first time that he had fallen into bed with Mammon before he and Michael started their arrangement. He had never had to apologize before, unless it was about accidentally slipping onto someone’s wing, so he could already feel embarrassment trying to swallow him whole. He had been trying to make the experience as good as he could for Adam, but he was going to cum after barely five minutes of being inside of the other being. 

“Me too, Lucifer, please.” Adam gasped and moaned even louder now that he knew Lucifer was just as close as he was.

The embarrassment that the angel had been going through was gone in an instant and he felt secured down to the earth in the best way possible. Even when he had been in Lilith’s arms after she had ravaged him, he had never felt as good as he did now, in that moment with Adam. He leaned down and captured another kiss from the first man as he pumped in for the last time. 

Just as he had thought it would, his entire body went rigid with the force of the orgasm coming down on him. His cunt grasped around nothing while his cock twitched and began to pump cum deep into Adam. He let out  little gasps as every wave of his orgasm coincided with Adam’s joining them together in a kind of strange intimacy that he had never had the chance to experience with anyone else. He was barely even aware of the feeling of cum being dumped in between them onto their chests.

When they had both come down from the rush of adrenaline and all the other feel-good chemicals that came with orgasming, they waded into the river to clean themselves off. If they ended up joining together a few more times while in the brisk water, then that was for them to know and enjoy in the privacy of each other and a sleeping baby.

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Lucifer didn’t know what to expect from Heaven from that point onward. He knew that they were upset at him for having a child without that ever being something that God either condemned or condoned. 

When he walked through the towns with Asmodeus on his chest or hip he could feel the way that they were all watching him with careful eyes, as if they were both going to cause the end of the universe by picking up more apples. Sera had also made good on her threat when she had learned of Asmodues’ existence, setting up a revolving number of babysitters who would come every day to try and separate father and son. That made Lucifer angrier than he had ever been before and he would almost always excuse himself to disappear into the Garden with his son still in his arms. He was very protective of his boy and would only leave him with a young Principality named Saraqael that had been sweet on Beelzebub for quite some time.

He worked and turned in the ideas that he thought that they would like, but he still somehow turned out to be wrong about that. It seemed as though all of Heaven had turned against him now that he was harboring something that they viewed as being dangerous. Lucifer had no idea how his boy was supposed to be dangerous when the baby cried whenever he was on his stomach and refused to eat if he wasn’t in Lucifer’s arms.

The thoughts weighed heavy on his mind as he stepped through the door to Eden. He was distracted enough that he wasn’t able to appreciate the paradise that his friends lived in while he walked through the tall grass, beginning to turn yellow as the autumnal season took over the Garden. He passed by the wilting flowers and the already hibernating trees as he made his way down to the stream, overflowing with water from the rain the day before. He only snapped out of his thoughts when he caught sight of Adam sitting in front of the smoldering fire.

“Hello, friend,” he greeted. 

Adam startled, as if he had also been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t realized that Lucifer was as close to him as he was until he said something. Lucifer was able to get a better look at the first man now and another kind of worry piled onto the feelings that were swirling inside of him. It had only been two months since he had returned to the Garden, but he knew Adam well enough to tell that this was a sharp turn in his friend.

“I didn’t know that you were coming to visit today,” Adam explained as he got up and led them to the hut. It was a habit that they had both developed since Lucifer had returned from the birth of his son. They would go inside of Adam’s home and put the baby down for a nap before they went to talk with each other. Sometimes, when Lucifer had enough time before he had to go back to Heaven, they would bring Asmodeus with them when they went to forage for berries. The baby never came with them when Lucifer decided to go out hunting, instead leaving him with Lilith.

“Are you doing alright, Adam?” Lucifer asked, touching his friend’s shoulder to let the man know that he was there. Adam’s eyes seemed more dull than they usually were and his body language was guarded in a way that he had never seen before. It was honestly scaring him far more than he thought it would.

“I haven’t been sleeping very well,” Adam replied with a small shrug.

Something inside of Lucifer flipped in panic and excitement. He knee that Adam and Lilith had been getting along a little bit better than they had previously, so he was hoping that a baby was going to be in the cards soon. Of course, if Adam was already showing pregnancy signs then that meant that there was a non-zero chance that the babe was his. “How so?” he asked before he jumped to any more conclusions.

“I’ve been nauseous, usually after I eat something. It means that I’ve been eating less and things that I don’t really like to try and make it go away. I’ve also had these horrible nightmares where things are so weird that I wake up in a cold sweat,” Adam explained. He sat down heavily on his bed and then reached his arms up for the baby.

Lucifer had already been removing his son from the fabric he wa contained in, which had transitioned from the tie of fabric that went from his shoulder to his hip to something that tied Asmodeus to his chest. It was easier for the baby to settle when he was able to see the things around him, now that he was able to hold up his head. Lucifer also wanted to encourage the curiosity that he could already see in his young son as much as he could. Curiosity and inventions went hand in hand, so he was hoping that he would be able to integrate his boy into the Seraphim court when he was old enough.

“Do you think that you might be able to sleep better if you had some company?” Lucifer asked as he sat in front of the bed. His heart fluttered madly in his chest as he watched the tender way that Adam handled his son, cradling him against his chest and kissing the top of his little head.

“I don’t know. I tried to do that with Lilith, she actually let me come into her home, but then she got upset the third time I had woken her up,” Adam sighed.

“Well, progress,” Lucifer laughed. “And we both know that she’s not really a morning person, so I’m not surprised that she got cross with you after being woken up when she wasn’t ready.”

“I suppose so. It just feels like nothing I do is ever right with her! I mean, we were literally made for each other. There has to be something up with her, I don’t understand why God would make us like this and then expect us to be able to  make enough children to populate the entire earth,” Adam complained.

Something in Lucifer wanted to agree with his friend, if only to spite the creator that was making the world a hard place for his baby to exist. The other part of him wanted to defend Lilith and explain to Adam the real reason that they had been created in that specific way. He opted for the second, laying his head down on the side of Adam’s thigh so that they were close together but could still hold a conversation. “God can’t control the personality that His creations take, He can only control what they are and what their destinies will be. So He made you both in a specific way, allegedly in His own image, not that any of us have seen him.”

Adam laughed a little and it made Lucifer’s heart feel as if it were going to explode. He wanted to drink that sound down like the coolest water on the hottest day spent in the desert surrounding Eden. He wanted to drown himself in that sound until it was the only thing in his mind.

“I guess that makes sense. Lilith is her own person,” Adam nodded his head.

Lucifer nodded in agreement. She was her own person, not someone that was supposed to be the female version of Adam so that they could easily produce a lot of children. The angel had an idea of what the human life was supposed to look like outside of Eden, and he knew that there was meant to be a lot of trials overcome to get an end result that was something worth living.

“Now do you want to try sleeping with me here? My angelic abilities might keep some of the nightmares away,” he grinned.

Adam didn’t look too sure about accepting the offer, but the burbling of the baby in his arms quickly brought him over to one specific side. He lay down on the bed with Asmodeus’ head resting against his arm so that it was acting like a pillow for the four-month-old. They were both out like a light, exhausted from what they had been going through even if Adam was only pregnant and the angelic baby was learning and growing more each day. 

When his friend was asleep, the angel decided to use it as a chance to check his theory. He moved slowly and cautiously so as to not wake either of the other occupants inside of the hut. He placed his hand on the bottom of Adam’s stomach the way that Belphegor had done to him when he was giving birth. He pressed down on it slightly while doing the same thing to his own belly with his other hand. There was a definite difference between the two, more so than Adam being more muscular than the angel. Something inside of him was hard and already beginning to expand outwards.

Lucifer smiled widely as he kissed Asmodues’ head and then Adam’s cheek. He stood and walked out of the hut so that he could sing something to himself and have a bit of proper fresh air. He was so happy that his friends had already conceived a child after so long waiting and Adam wanting one so badly. He hoped that Lilith would be as excited about becoming a mother as Adam could be about becoming a father.

As if thinking of the woman had summoned her, Lilith appeared by his side. She sat down on the bench that Adam had fashioned in front of his outdoor cookfire and asked, “Lucifer, may I speak with you about something?”

“Always,” he nodded. “You know that I care about you both and want to know everything that I can.”

“I just want to make sure that I’m speaking to you as my friend and not the angel that has come to make sure that Adam and I behaving,” she replied. He knew that she had gotten more closed off since something had happened during his eight weeks in isolation after Asmodeus was born. He had tried to ask her what had happened and why she refused to talk to him about the things that she used to, but he had gotten sent back to Adam instead.

“What you tell me will stay between the two of us, I promise,” Lucifer smiled.

Her face turned a little bit red and she brushed a piece of his hair back behind his ear. She then let out a long sigh and turned her head back out towards the river that was flowing next to them. She looked like she was trapped in her own mind for a long moment, simply debating what she was going to say to him before she finally came to her conclusion. He had seen her look like that many times before and it had always intrigued him. “I think that I’m ready to leave. I promise you that I would stay until after Asmodeus was born and now he’s four months old. I only stayed when you were away because I wanted to know if you were okay. I’m ready to leave and see what the rest of this massive planet has in store for us.”

His stomach sank so low that it disappeared to the realm below the earth, the one that the younger angels dared each other to stare into. His body felt as if he had just plunged his very heart into the cold river next to them, shocks of ice water rushing through his veins. He turned his head back to where their friend and his baby were sleeping before he looked back to her, “But what about Adam?”

“What about him?” Lilith asked, looking a little annoyed.

“He’s pregnant, Lilith. I don’t think that’s really the best time for him to be exploring some place that’s going to be far harder to live in than Eden,” he explained. It was common sense to him, so he was struggling to figure out why that was so much harder for his friend to understand.

“I don’t think I want to bring Adam with me. With us,” she reached out and took his hand in hers. He could feel the callouses that she had developed over the middles of her fingers and across her palm from the climbing and foraging that she did. She spent so much of her days up in trees so that she could gaze out of the tall walls of the Garden, it made her hands feel completely different than Adam’s.

“You don’t want to bring him with? But he’s your husband, and my friend,” Lucifer said. He knew that the two humans often argued and saw the world in very different lights, but the idea of leaving Adam behind didn’t quite sit right with the angel. He knew that they couldn’t leave with him because of the baby, but it didn’t feel right to leave without him either.

Lilith huffed and stood from the bench so that she could pace around the fire. “Adam and I don’t get along, you’ve seen the kind of fights that we’ve had. You can ask him to come with you if you really want, but I think that we both know it’ll be safer if we leave together and let him stay here.”

“I’ll think about it for a while and then get back to you, alright?” Lucifer answered. It was the only thing that he could tell her for the time being. Learning that Adam was pregnant had already been quite the shock for the day, especially when there was that niggling feeling in the back of his head that mimicked what had happened when he had Asmodeus. He was going through too much and too stressed out to accept the fact that he might be a father again, to a baby conceived with one of the humans that had he had been meant to protect. He couldn’t leave immediately, not without making sure that he had packed the things that Asmodeus was going to need, at the very least.

She didn’t look very happy with that answer but nodded anyway, accepting it for the time being.

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Adam figured out that he was pregnant not long after he woke up from the nap that he had taken with Asmodeus. He and Lucifer had talked about the symptoms that they shared when they were in the early couple of months. Adam had near constant morning sickness and heartburn where Lucifer had an increase in appetite that made him eat almost twice as much as he had previously. Lucifer had begun showing far before Adam had, and his hot flashes had come later in the pregnancy than they were for Adam.

It was interesting to watch his friend go through the thing that he had just experienced. It was also exciting to think about the idea of another tiny baby being brought into the world when Lucifer didn’t have to be the one to go through pregnancy, labor and birth.

Along with the good, however, always came the bad. Every moment of joy that he spent with Adam and excitement that he had over the man’s pregnancy was met with a moment of fear and panic. The other angels in heaven were still being rather wary and hostile towards himself and his son, but he was learning how to adjust to it. The Seraphims other than Sera herself seemed to enjoy being around the little baby, especially Beelzebub and Belphegor. He couldn’t even get a break when it came to hard emotions when he was in the garden because he had spent another two months trying to figure out what he wanted to do in reference to Lilith’s threats to leave the Garden. He had managed to stall her by convincing her that they would need items that could carry water for them, thick blankets for the cold nights, and a couple other things.

He had just begun to walk to the meeting that Sera had called, a day early than their usual meetings to discuss their rolls in the Heavens and what they were going to do with earth. Something in the back of Lucifer’s mind was telling him that it was a trap of some kind, that it was dangerous and deadly to step into that room with people that weren’t keen on him or his son. Asmodeus was back at home with the angel that Sera had sent, though he wasn’t sure that he wanted to do that. While nothing had happened in the last four months that he had to leave his son alone so that he could go to work, that same feeling in the back of his head that edged him towards leaving with Lilith told him that something was going to happen.

He had gotten used to ignoring what he thought was best, though, because Heaven encouraged him to do it as much as possible. The other Seraphims usually argued with him about his ideas and Sera made it clear that what he was thinking about adding to the menagerie was stupid. He had gotten used to double checking what he was going to say before it actually made its way past his lips and thinking about the things that his instincts told him before he acted on them.

So he pressed on, walking down the winding streets of Heaven until he reached the meeting room where the other Seraphims were gathered. When he took his seat, he accidentally ended up meeting Belphegor’s eyes and the look that she gave him made his stomach flip in panic. He could feel that ice water returning to him like it had when Lilith had asked him to leave right after he had discovered that Adam was expecting. He almost got to his feet and rushed back home so that he could check on his son, but their boss entered and suddenly he was trapped.

Sera walked to the head of the table and smiled warmly at the gathered people. Something about the way that she was dressed and presenting herself sent off a thousand more alarm bells in Lucifer’s head than had been there before. He didn’t quite know what was going to happen, but he had a feeling that it wasn’t going to mean anything good for him.

“Hello, my fellow angels. I have an announcement that I know is going to bring Heaven joy and light,” Sera said, her voice ringing through the lofty ceiling of the room that they were in. “God came to me not four months ago and declared that I was to carry the first Child of Heaven. They will be a Seraphim such as us, and they will bring joy to the Saints that come to join us as soon as the issues within the Garden are finished.”

Lucifer didn’t bother to stick around after that. The mention of Sera’s child being the first instead of his own had already told him that they were going to be doing something to his baby. No one had any idea if angels could die or what might happen to them when they did, but God had told Sera something and that meant that Lucifer’s child was in danger.

Anger boiled in his stomach as he thought about all the panic and anxiety that he had faced during his pregnancy. He had to smother himself in fabric to keep his stomach hidden while Sera only had to do it until she had announced that it was happening. He’d had to make his entire world revolve around his job and spending time in the Garden so that no one would notice those wonderful changes to his body that signified a new life coming into the universe. He resented Sera for the way that she had spoken about his baby when he had tried to bring Asmodeus into their meeting home, only to announce the conception  of her own child in the exact same place. He knew that she would be revered and love for bringing a child into the world when he was forced to leave his own son at home for longer than any parent would be comfortable with, and in the care of angels that he did not trust.

He never flew when he was in Heaven, he preferred to walk on the streets that they had made so that he could appreciate all the effort that had gone into his home. He liked it when things took their time so that they could be appreciated, but now nothing about the place he had grown up in seemed as if it deserved that love. He had poured his everything into Heaven and the other angels and they had repaid him by trying to hurt his son.

Lucifer stood in his chair so quickly that it caused it to tip over and smash against the ground, the fragile crystal that it was made out of splintering everywhere. A couple of the other Seraphims turned and shouted after him when they realized who was escaping their midsts. He didn’t bother to turn around and meet with them, to explain what was going through is mind and what his instincts were telling him had happened. They would follow after him or they wouldn’t.

He flapped once as soon as he had reached the outside of the meeting house, all six of his wings propelling him into the air at a quick rate. He turned towards the swirling roads and buildings that made up the places where the angels lived. It didn’t take very long for him to get there, all the younger and lower ranked angels milling about in the clouds moving out of his way as soon as they saw him coming.

When he arrived at his home, he saw that the door had been left open and the windows were broken. Something had happened and they had staged it to look as though it was an accident, or a force had come in to hurt his son outside of the baby sitter he had left Asmodeus with. He wasn’t sure which angel they were going to blame the death or dismissal of his son on, but he was glad that they would be absolved since he had found it out before the crime was complete.

His ears picked up on the cries of his baby almost immediately. He lived near the edge of Heaven, where the land tipped down to look on earth. The rest of the land wasn’t like that, it was meant to be a gift for the angels that would one day become guardians of the humans that would populate the earth. Lucifer turned quickly in the direction of his baby and took flight once more.

He landed in front of the scene that was unfolding and felt all that anger return to him with the force of the sun, blazing hot and more dangerous than anything in existence had been yet. 

Saraqael was standing near the edge of the group, a pair of cherubs that had taken the form of goat-angel hybrids covering their mouth. They were pulling against the arms of their captors but it was to no avail, and the cherubs weren’t letting up despite the tears coursing down their face. He knew then that Saraqael had been part of the plot, meant to be injured and left in his home after being forced to watch the child that they had cared for be thrown over the edge of Heaven.

Two Principalities and Gabriel himself were standing with his son, who was screaming as he tried to get away from him. The baby’s cries immediately grew sharper when he was able to see his father but was yet unable to get to him. Lucifer could feel each one of the sobs reaching into his chest and twisting his heart as if trying to tear an apple from its branch. He wanted his son back in his arms, but he had to be careful with what he was doing. If he made a single wrong move, then it could cost his baby his life.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked. He sheathed his wings to try and get Asmodeus to do the same, to try and have his baby hide the things that he was being held by. The eight-month-old boy had barely learned how to flap them individually and most times wasn’t aware that he even had them, so it was a futile endeavor from the start.

“God has declared that the child you made without His approval is an abomination and a sleight against Him. He has ordered that he be thrown out of Heaven,” the Principality that was holding onto his son said, as if he were discussing something as benign as what color of eggs ducks should lay.

“He’s a child! If you cast him out of Heaven then he will die,” Lucifer tried to lurch forward despite knowing that it was a bad idea. He should have waited and charged at the perfect moment so that he could get his son and keep him safe, which was his job as Asmodeus’ father. But he couldn’t, all he could hear was the sound of his baby crying and it was driving him insane.

Another one of the angels moved using the speed of their wings and then wrapped around him so that they were pinning his arms behind his body. When he tried to break away from them by kicking backwards, they smashed the bottom of their foot into the base of his knee and caused him to buckle. It didn’t stop him from trying to push against them and calling out for his baby. He wanted his son to know that he was trying to get to him even though they were both being held down and forced apart by things outside of their control.

The Principality held Asmodeus out in front of him and then nodded his head towards Gabriel. The Supreme Archangel stepped forward and took one of the boy’s little wings into his hand. It was so small that the entire thing fit directly into his palm, none of the feathers peaking out beyond the tips of his fingers. He wrapped his hand around the wing so that Lucifer could no longer see it and then tightened his grip so that the fragile, hollow bones within cracked dramatically. He did the same thing to the other wings, picking up his speed when the baby began to shriek more than he had before.

Lucifer was screaming. He could barely even hear the words that were spilling out of his mouth as he did. It might have been only the animalistic sounds of a parent trying to comfort their child and scare away the predators threatening them. He could feel the pull on his skin as he tried to push his way out of the hold he had been secured into. His baby was being hurt and he couldn’t get to him, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying until he was dead or otherwise indisposed.

As soon as every single one of Asmodeus’ beautiful wings had been snapped so that they were hanging off of him in mutilated shapes, the way that they never should have, the angels relented for only a moment. The babe in their arms was still screaming and reaching out for his father, but they weren’t hurting him for the time being.

The principality leading the charge said something that Lucifer didn’t bother to listen to and then tossed his son over the side of Heaven so that he was tumbling down to earth. Lucifer screamed louder than he had before, shaking the world around him with the power that he was releasing to get the smaller angels off of him. 

It felt like a bastardization of the gift that he had been given by the Heavenly Father. The power that he wielded inside of him was meant to be put into primal creation, to make something out of nothing. It wasn’t meant to be manipulated into the shocks of energy and electricity that he had transformed it into. It wasn’t meant to lash out and snap at the people holding him down, to leave them with glistening golden blood pouring down their faces and from the wounds around their chests and backs. No one had ever used angelic abilities to fight, no one had ever been forced to do something like that by their brethren. Lucifer had thought of many ways to use his power and had done many things that had never been done before, so this was nothing new to him.

As soon as the cherub that had been holding him down released him, he launched himself over the edge of the clouds and down towards his son. He used his massive wings, uninjured for the moment, to propel himself down faster. He could hear the crying getting louder and louder as the wind carried it to him and he brought himself closer to his baby.

He reached out, stretching his body painfully thin, as he reached for Asmodeus. The moment that his hand connected with his baby all was right in the world again, because he could fix what had happened. He wrapped his arms around his boy and cradled him against his chest as the first spear pierced through his left wing. He began listing right until the other side was mimicked with another angelic weapon.

He could feel the burning pain as he was wounded the same way that his son had been, but he tried not to think about it. Instead he sang to his son, pet Asmodeus’ hair to reassure him that he was going to be okay in the end of it all.

Lucifer didn’t believe it, not when his golden blood was floating in the air around him and he was plummeting towards a gaping black abyss that he had never seen before.

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please do another list of headcanons of us being Sebastian's baby girl <33

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✿⁠  Another 'investigation' for our demon butler to fulfil by his master's orders, Sebastian once again would have to put to use his irresistible demonic charm to get the necessary information the young lord needed.

✿⁠ The tall butler was standing right outside the poor-built house when suddenly a loud scream was heard from inside.

✿⁠ Sebastian scolded with a deep sigh before he made his way in by pushing the wooden door slowly open, revealing the woman sitting on the floor with her back leaning against the kitchen counter while holding her belly for dear life. Turns out she was pregnant, little did our devilish butler know that you, the little miracle that was about to come to the world would manage to touch his black cold heart.

✿⁠ Alas, the investigation couldn't happen, not now at the very least. Whether he liked it or not Sebastian would have to help this woman deliver the life she's bearing inside her and after that he could manipulate her to get what he wanted.

✿⁠ It didn't take you long to finally be born and your cries to fill the house.

✿⁠ Wide-eyed, Sebastian was utterly shocked and speechless, not even noticing his actions. His arms reached out to take your little form into his embrace, your umbilical cord was cut swiftly by his own teeth forming your cute belly button, your cries such sweet music for his ears yet they were quickly shut down once he wrapped you with his tailcoat for more warmth and comfort.

✿⁠ "Oh my, look at you. Such a very fragile little kitten you are~ Your black-raven hair matches your reddish-brown eyes perfectly" With you tucked into his one arm, his teeth bit the edge of his white-gloved thumb revealing his beautifully formed hand as he gently caressed your rosy cheek. "Such an extraordinary beauty and grace. And those cheeks...such soft, rosy cheeks~" Your father chuckled at your adorable reaction when he pinched the fat of your pinky cheek very softly, and then his face leaned closer to the top of your head to take in your fresh newborn scent. A kiss was planted over your forehead shortly after, and then he stood up tall with you in his arms when he noticed that the woman he was supposed to investigate was already dead from blood loss...oops.

✿⁠ 'Oh, well no matter I am more than certain I can find what I originally needed if I search the place' He thought. "At least something good came out from this whore mess. Now let's hurry, my little one, young master isn't famous for his patience, but first, I need to give you a bath"

✿⁠ A few hours passed and Sebastian was back at the Phantomhive mansion, he would have arrived there much sooner if he hadn't make a stop at the stores to 'borrow' all the necessary supplies you will need for the first months of your life.

✿⁠ Such as glass baby bottles, clothes I mean LOTS of them, milk (he had to draw milk from more than ten goats and cows that day), not to mention the unique formulas to keep the milk clean and fresh, nappies, pacifiers, your crib, baby nightgowns, toys, blankets, anything soft and fluffy really. He wanted to make you an extraordinarily comfortable nest/crib that would fit both of you. After all, his little one deserves all the fine things this world has to offer. Since then, Sebastian knew the adoration he felt for you would be the death of him in one way or another.

✿⁠ With you tucked in his warm embrace, all cleaned up in fresh, comfortable baby clothes with a fluffy blanket wrapped around your tiny sleeping form, he entered the estate while all your stuff was nearly settled into a LARGE sack hanging over his shoulder. With his supernatural speed, he made his way quickly up to his chambers in a matter of seconds. Fortunately, the sun was just rising up and the young lord was still asleep, so that meant Sebastian had one more hour to take care of you, the mansion, wake up the servants and prepare his master's breakfast to start the day.

✿⁠ Sebastian placed you over his bed, thankfully you were still asleep while he took off his spoiled butler coat and raised up his white sleeves over his elbows as he started building up your crib.

✿⁠ "There, that will be more than enough, I think. Absolutely comfortable, big, and soft. Perfect for me to lie alongside you during the nights. But I think it's missing one last detail..." The butler commented softly while his thumb was rubbing his chin in thought. He smirked to himself once an idea crossed his mind. Upon the roof of the nest-like bed/crib, he placed some beautiful star-shaped lights and a black velvet curtain. So you would both be hidden at any desirable moment from any curious or suspicious eyes.

✿⁠ "Now my darling kitten you are going to stay right here and I will be back in one hour to feed you, yes?" Sebastian cooed softly as he placed you into your large crib, making sure to surround you with pillows and cover your little body with one of your new fluffy blankets with kitten chibi-like sketches. He checked your sleeping state one last time with a satisfied smile gracing his handsome face before he exited the room silently.

✿ Once everything was ready the butler entered his master's bedroom and left the wheeled table besides the young lord's bed as he approached the windows to allow the light of the sun to fill the bedroom.

✿ "Good morning, young master" Sebastian greeted Ciel rather joyfully. Quite unusual if we come to think of his personality and butler aesthetic.

✿ The boy's eyes cracked open as he slowly raised and stretched out his body. "What's the matter with you? You seem to be in a very existing mode today, what changed?" The Eral questions in a bland tone.

✿ The butler cleared his throat in an attempt to correct his inappropriate behaviour. "Forgive me, my master, I've got the necessary information."

✿ Ciel's eyebrow raised up in slight suspicion. "If you want to convince me to adopt a cat again, the answer is no" The eral took a sip from his cup of tea and placed it gently back on the small plate over the silver tray, then he took a look at the newspaper. "I see that you have taken care of our case. Her Majesty will be very pleased."

✿ Sebastian's ears perked up to the sound of your sweet cry. "Oh lovely~" He sends a loving side-glance towards the door. "Forgive me, my lord, I will be back soon".

✿ "What the hell!? Why's there a bab-" Before Ciel could finish his line, Sebastian vanished from the room without a second word.

✿ A moment later, the demon butler appeared in the room once again but this time with little you in his arms still wrapped up in your comfy blankie as you sucked softly on the baby bottle your dad was holding with his free hand glancing down at you ever so fondly.

✿ "Tell me exactly what happened; this is an order", Ciel demanded coldly while glaring at the butler.

✿ "Turns out the prime suspect of our current case got pregnant from the last time I investigated her. An accident nevertheless, but it wasn't on propose I can assure you about that. By following your orders last night I was about to get 'information' out of her again and I was pleasantly surprised by my daughter's birth~" Sebastian cooed softly as he brought you closer to his chest and started leaving small kisses to your cheeks and forehead. "What do you say, young master? Can she stay?"

✿ The Eral backed up a little on his bed, truth be told he started to freak out for he had never seen the demon butler being so fond of a creature other than a cat. Allowing his butler to act so freely when getting information from women brought them to this (uneasy for him) situation. But there wasn't much he could do other than accept their current state and allow Sebastian to be close to his daughter to keep having the demon remain by his side, besides for the young lord's soul.

✿ Ciel let out a deep sigh before he finally spoke up. "Very well she can stay as long as our contract will remain, only buy two conditions. You won't allow your daughter to get in the way of my ultimate goal, and you are forbidden to use such a method to get information out of people ever again, especially if they are women. Did I make myself clear?"

✿ Sebastian turned his gaze back to his master with a delighted smile while cradling you in his arms. "Most certainly, sir, I promise you...you won't regret it. May I be so bold as to ask for one more favour, young master?"

✿ Ciel send him a frown before nodding in agreement hesitantly, followed by an almost tired sign. "Go on"

✿ "I'd like to request a bigger room for me and my child, unfortunately, her belongings can't fit in the small space my current room has to offer" The butler explained calmly.

✿ "I suppose it might be necessary, you may take a room from the upper floors though. I can't have her crying every single night. I need to rest properly."

✿ Sebastian gave a slight bow to make sure to not disturb you as he patted your back gently to help you burp, his happy smile never washing off his handsome face. Then he laid you over the lower part of Ciel's bed and walked over him as he took down to his one knee and began to dress him for the day.

✿ "Whenever I call you, I expect you to be there, and I won't accept any excuses unless it will be a true emergency. We have to discuss a lot more...but later" The young lord spoke out as Sebastian covered his one eye with the eye patch. "What are you going to call her by the way?"

✿ The butler stopped his actions abruptly as the ideal name crossed his mind like thunder through the night sky. "I will call her...Y/N"

✿ And that's how little you came so unexpectedly to the Phantomhive household and changed it for the better.

✿ The day you were born you became the sunshine of your father's long existence and filled the servants' lives with lots of laughter and happy-cute memories.

✿ When you reached eight months you also became the Phantomhive company's most popular mascot since you were such an extraordinarily cute baby girl.

✿ You were the first to try Ciel's every new product and help the eral decide if they were good enough for the public or not. That means lots of toys and treats for you. What a lucky baby you were! Not to mention, Sebastian's wage has increased significantly since you started your baby model career for his lord's company. Not that Sebastian needs the money for himself, but he will put it to good use for you now and your future. You may become a billionaire when you reach puberty.

✿ The first time you called Sebastian dada he could have sworn that his black demonic heart skipped a beat.

He remembers your first steps and words fondly and will never forget them as long as he lives.

✿ You would take place in advertising campaigns like this, and you'd love it. Just imagine you in a uniform like Sebastian's! Daddy would make sure to not tire you out, though:

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✿ Now let's talk about your HUGE appetite. Once you reached your first year you were able to eat everything from savoury to sweet and spicy to sour. Nothing was off the menu...except broccoli.

✿ Since daddy hasn't the right to take the master's soul yet your poor stomach needs to satisfy itself with human food and as expected since you're half-breed the amount of food you need is fivefold the amount of a normal human baby's.

✿ Daddy spoils you a lot when it comes to your meals and dessert. You have usually six meals per day but that doesn't mean Sebastian doesn't consider the fact that you must eat healthy as well to help your system become stronger.

✿ Sebastian is the one who feeds you mostly and when he's not around Tanaka is in charge of this task. Most of the time since Sebastian is also serving the young master you get to eat in his company. Sebastian serves Ciel first and then takes a seat right before you, holds a napkin under your little chin and feeds you your meal with this ever-so-loving gaze of his that also makes the eral cringe a lot.

✿ Sebastian notices so and never declines the chance to mock him about him.

✿ As Sebastian's reddish-brown eyes cached the frown over Ciel's face his smirk grew. "My my is that jealousy I sense? Would you like me to feed the same way I feed my daughter, young master?"

✿ The earl glared coldly at his butler before he took a sip from the cup of his tea. 'Don't be ridiculous"

✿ A heartfelt chuckle escaped the butler's mouth. How amusing his dinner is jealous of the fondness he shows to his child. Imagine your favourite food being jealous of someone dear of yours, no wonder why Sebastian can't completely hold back his laughter at his lord's pathetic emotions state. "How fascinating" The demon comments with a last chuckle, looking towards Ciel's sight as he wipes the leftovers off your little mouth gently with the white napkin.

✿ He then gives your chubby cheek a sweet smooch like every time you finish all your food. He pretends to give out a gasp of shock and out of nowhere he reveals your favourite cookie, he gently hands it to you as a reward which you always take with excitement and munch on with joy.

✿ When it comes to your diaper changing. Both Daddy and the old butler are the only ones who manage to keep you calm and still. While Sebastian sweetly talks to you, gives you sweet kisses and blows on your belly playfully, Tanaka tells you a fairytale witch is enough to distract you until you're all cleaned up and freshly changed.

✿ You are the only one who Lizzy's not allowed to dress up 'cutely' when she comes to visit Ciel. She's one of your biggest fans though and she loves to cuddle you in her embrace if she pleads enough for Sebastian to let her hold you even for a little while.

✿ The first time she held you, she squeezed you a little bit too tight to the point she made you cry. Sebastian took you off her hold in a flash and glared dreadfully behind her back at any moment. Plus Ciel gave her such a long scold speech for not being careful enough and that you were just a baby, not a stuffed toy. Eventually, Elizabeth apologised and promised never to do such a thing again and kept her promise.

✿ Do you think Prince Soma was happy and excited to visit Ciel whenever he came to England? There are no words to describe the amount of responsibility he has taken since he met you. It is true your first encounter was a bit rude due to the many questions he asked about your dead mother but after he was told to respect people's privacy, he never asked about such a thing ever again and made his goal to become the best ever uncle figure for you, besides his butler Agni of course.

✿ He brings you lots of gifts like treats, clothes and toys from India, whenever he comes to visit and plays with you a lot as Agni is better when it comes to taking care of you.

✿ You love to play with Soma's beautiful long purple hair, he makes you laugh a lot whenever he makes funny faces or animal noises. You play lots of games together like hide and seek, chase and tag once you learn how to walk. Sebastian doesn't mind you having playmates to spend time with as long as they won't steal any free time between you and him of course.

✿ About Grell, she was not happy, to say the least. How could Sebastian betray her like this? After all the delightful dead matches they have been through. "NO, no, no, no, no way! This simply cannot be!"

✿ "Grell, what are you doing here?" Ciel spoke while holding you a bit closer to him.

✿ "I refuse to believe this pathetically helpless pipesquick is his! Have to admit though it's quite cute. Must be the fact it looks pretty much like Bassy" The reaper commented out loud.

✿ The Eral glared at the grim reaper for a moment. How could someone say such a harsh thing to a baby? Even if it's half a demon one. "What on earth are you here for?" The young lord questioned casually as your little hands squished the soft of his cheeks while cooing happily.

✿ "Well for your information I got the weekend off, a pretty rare opportunity indeed. But I guess William was unusually generous...or he just wanted me out of the way for I might have gone too far by using my death scythe on people that weren't on the death list. Anyway, I decided to dedicate the rest of my free time to shopping therapy. Now it's time for me to ask, what are you doing with the little gremlin? And most importantly, where is my Bassy!?"

✿ Ciel gave out a deep sigh as he spoke. "We're almost finished here, he just went off to buy food and new clothes for his daughter and then we'll return to the manor"

✿ "Dada...' You called out with your high pinched voice in a worried tone. It's been more than 25 minutes and you began to feel kind of anxious without his presence.

✿ "Calm down, he'll be there soon" Ciel told you calmly, cradling you gently in his arms. How troublesome, honestly, he never thought an Eral like himself would ever take the role of a nanny even if it was only for brief moments. At least until Sebastian would be back.

✿ "Aww come to auntie Grell my little munchkin you!" The red-haired reaper took you from Ciel, ignoring the boy's protests. "She's too cute for her own good, I think I might keep her for myself" She beamed joyfully but then you started to whine in annoyance, soon your whines became cries of discomfort. Your tiny hands turned into firsts and your feet kicked in the air as you desperately tried to get off his arms. You wanted your daddy to hold you so bad right now.

✿ "Please give my child back. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your well-being" Sebastian warned as he reappeared out of a sudden.

✿ "Oh and if I say no?" Grell held you by the back of your clothes casually like a shack.

✿ Sebastian put the filled bags down and walked forward slowly. His handsome features faded away releasing parts of his true demon form, and his eyes glowed bright red from the sudden amount of bloodlust...he wanted the grim reaper cut to shreds and you back in his arms safe and sound no matter what the cost. He couldn't hear his master's commands anymore, only your cries and Grell's fast-beating heart, he could smell the reaper's fear to the point it took quite part of his rage and exchanged with excitement for murder.

✿ Ciel's single eye winded in concern as he reached out and grabbed his butler by the arm. "Sebastian snap out of it, people might see you!" Unfortunatly Ciel's tries to bring his servant back to control were pointless. Not to mention your screams/cries have become so loud that your face became red almost like Grell's hair.

✿ The demon butler was about to go ballistic on the now trembling reaper who stood right there utterly stunned in fear, her fist barely able to keep a hold of you.

✿ Just then a death scythe snatched you out of Grell's grasp and held you by the fabric of your clothes right in front of Sebastian's face. "I do believe this belongs to you, correct?" Will's ice-cold voice finally made the demon snap out of his murderous instincts and quickly yet gracefully took you in his arms.

✿ In the blink of an eye, your father jumped backwards and now he was standing right beside his master. He held the back of your head close to his chest while nuzzling his cheek to your face side to side and giving your forehead and cheeks kisses and small licks to comfort you and help you calm down faster.

✿ Grell was still stunned by the scene until she felt William's death scythe hitting harshly the top of her head. "Oww, Will why on earth was that for!?"

✿ Will gritted her teeth together in anger towards her co-worker's ignorance. With the tip of her piercing green eyes, she looked over your father's and his master's direction and realised that they had already disappeared with you into the darkness. Will hit Grell once more before correcting his glasses with the tip of his death scythe.

✿ "Seriously how can you be so utterly stupid when it comes to such a delicate matter. You have threatened the child of a demon and you know very well we never get involved with them unless they get in our way to collect souls, we must avoid encounters with them ESPECIALLY when they have a child" The rapper walked past Grell and jumped on the roof, looking down at the redhead guy with a serious cold excretion. "Mark my words Sutcliffe, next you make such a foolish mistake, it will be your last one" And by this warning, Will T Spears disappeared.

✿ Grell whined while rubbing the top of her head and hissed in pain. "Well, how was I supposed to remember this rule 'to not be involved with demon's youngling?' We were taught this during the second year of your training! Honestly, Will is such a nerd sometimes. Well no matter, this unfortunate little incident won't ruin the shopping I planed for today. Who knows when Will is going to give me another day off"

[fabunicorn]

Pillarmen agere part 3

Finally realised how to use the font size shit lol anyways let’s Get on with it

Warnings

Kidnapping

Forced agere

Agere

Mention of drugs

Yanderism

Diapers

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A few hours later…

At the moment you were laid in the middle of a plush rug with your self proclaimed daddy, papa and brother trying to play with you, waving rattles and teethers in your face cooing at any sound or movement you make.

“Come on little one play with your daddy, we got all of these toys for you” Kars interrupted your thoughts tucking a little teddy bear under your arm, you refused to play with them choosing to use stare blankly at the ceiling ignoring the three mens presence, Kars picked you up settling you onto his lap “I know these toys aren’t very interesting for your current mental age but you must understand that those humans did not raise you right you are only a newborn, your not big enough for any other toys.” Kars mused taking note of your unamused face and blank stare. You huffed in annoyance at the constant presence of the three men they had yet to leave you alone since you woke up “maybe the little cub needs a change and that’s why she’s so grumpy” said Eisidisi rising up from his position on the floor to walk towards you and kars.

“Possibly” Kars hummed in agreeance, sticking his fingers into the leg cuff of you or cloth nappy swiping for any wetness only to unsurprisingly finding you still dry, he then moved to your bladder feeling it seeing that it is indeed bloated. “Whamu, fetch the tonic and a bottle of milk, her bladder is swollen I believe that is the reason for her discomfort” Kars ordered, Whamu obeyed without hesitation making your eyes widen in what was to come ‘no they wouldn’t dare that’s disgusting’ your thoughts raced in your mind a feeling of anxiety settling in your stomach causing you to shift and whine pitifully in Kars arms.

Kars just hushed you bouncing you slightly on his knee in an attempt to comfort you to no avail, the sound of Whaus returning footsteps only made you whine and wriggle more trying to get away from the three men, Kars grip tightened on you grabbing the bottle from Whamu and settling you in his arm cradling your neck and putting the bottle into your mouth. Kars glared at you as you once again refused to drink “little one do not test my patience as I said before if we find you too young for a bottle one of us will have to breastfeed you and I’m sure that’s the last thing you want” Kars threat in mind you began drinking maybe you just shouldn’t resist it anymore, ‘breastfeed me they’re men, men can’t produce milk… can they’ You suckled on the bottle looking Kars in the eye seeing pure love and care in his eyes which you though was impossible for a being like Kars voice you were finished Kars burped you and laid you across his lap so that he had full access to your stomach.

The pillar man started rubbing your stomach slowly trying to ease the lump on your stomach as you become ever so aware of the growing pressure in your bladder, you tried to whine in protest and turn away from Kars only for Eisidisi to hold you in place “poor cub can’t even relieve herself must be all that bad human food and drink in her system, certainly not suitable for a baby.” The pressure began to build and you could not handle it anymore wetting the diaper as you sobbed pathetically, Kars gestured for the other men to leave the room as he carried you to the changing table in order to give you some sort of modesty and to increase your trust in him.

He put your pacifier in your mouth to soothe you as he unpinned the cloth around your hips and got the cleaning supplies he needed and changed you into a new cloth kissing your forehead as he picked you back up off of the changing table. he sat down in a chair in the order of th room and cuddled you rocking back and forth whispering sweet nothings like “daddys so proud of you baby” and “hush now sweet girl daddy’s here”. When you finally stopped crying Kars put you back down onto the plush rug and gave you a small bear which was a light brown colour with a little pink bow wrapped around its neck, you snuggled the bear closer feeling great comfort from the somewhat childish item, Kars held back a light coo at how adorable you were.

Kars started humming a soft lullaby you didn’t recognise the lullaby it must have been one of his people, the combination of having an emotional hangover, a full belly and the light humming and rocking motions of Kars lulled you to sleep. Kars cuddles you for a few minutes longer cooing whenever a soft snore left your small mouth he gently placed the pacifier in your mouth and watched as you began sucking on it making little content sighs between snores. Kars finally stood up carrying you over to your bassinet hushing you when you began to stir placing you in the bassinet he grabbed a chair and placed it next to your bassinet rocking you and watching you sleep with a soft smile on his face, unbeknownst to Kars two heads were packing through the door of your nursery watching the scene between you and Kars.

Whamu watched with a jealous expression Kars was never that gentle with him when he was young, damn he wasn’t even allowed to call him father without being punished and berated for being so weak as to have familial attachment and to see him so smitten with you unleashed a hidden jealousy that Whamu was sure he wasn’t capable of feeling, however he couldn’t bring himself to blame you after all you were only a baby that had been mistreated by humans he felt sorry for you, but just to spite Kars Whamu made a mental plan of being your favourite just so that he could rub it in his masters face.

Surely it will work it has to… right?

End of part 3

Yup so that’s the end of part 3 hope you enjoyed let me know what else you would like to see and if you would like to see more of this, I may move it too Wattpad as well my username is the same on there and have a great day or night ily

[the-fiction-witch]

Angel

Media - Some Dogs Bite Character - Casey Age up Couple - Casey X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet Word Count - 549

I paced around the apartment trying not to have a panic attack, Edgar crying in his high chair because apparently, he doesn't like bananas now even though he has been eating bananas since he was born, Mya was on the floor screaming and screaming and hitting the washing machine as she watches her teddy bear go for a wash after she dropped it in the potty, and just to top it off little newborn baby Sarah in my arms screaming about... I don't even know! 

I offered her food, Nope. 

I checked her nappy, Nope clean. 

I gave her her favourite stuffie and dummy, Nope. 

I tried to put her down for a nap, nope.

"I don't know what you want Sarah," I whined losing my mind with these kids, 

I cradled her in my arms as I threw away the banana and I tried to make Edgar a ham sandwich in the hope he would eat that, having to be careful every step I took dancing around Mya as she lay screaming on the floor in front of the washing machine, often spinning and kicking making me have to dance around her so I don't step on her, 

"Daddy! teddy!" She whines hitting my ankle,

"Oww oww, I know Mya, I know, teddy has five more minutes in the machine okay and then he'll be all better." I tried to tell her but she wasn't interested, I rolled my eyes and just accepted the hits as I finished Edgar's sandwich sitting it on the plate of his highchair, 

"DADDY! I don't like ham sandwich!" he yelled,

"You had one yesterday," I complained,

"Don't like it!"

I sighed, "What do you want?"

"Banana!"

".... okay," 

"Hello little ones," Her voice echoed out as the door opened and immediately I felt more relaxed and the room silenced, even at that moment the washing machine stopped letting out its little ring and silencing. 

ummm... peace.

She came through and set her bag from work on the table, she gave each of the children a kiss. "Ohh Teddy needs to dry now sweetie, you sit and watch him spin now and he'll be out for a big warm cuddle soon," she smiled getting Mya to sit nicely on the floor to watch the bear as Y/n put it on a dry cycle, "Ohhh that's a very tasty looking sandwich you enjoy it edgar," she smiled getting him to eat the sandwich, "oohh what's the matter little one ohh you just need a little nap don't you come here Sarah," she cooed taking the baby giving her the stuffie and dummy and setting her for a nap in the crib. "Hi Casey, how was your day?" she smiled kissing my cheek and immediately I could have melted into a puddle, but I hugged her tightly "Whoa! Hi,"

"Hi. You are... an angel." 

"I am?"

"Mhm," I nodded, "an angel sent from heaven. I love you so so so so so much," I peppered her with kisses,

"Awww I love you too Casey," she smiled so we shared a sweet beautiful kiss on the lips, "Can you handle them while I have a post-work shower?"

"I'm sure I can," I nodded, 

we shared another kiss and she headed off to the bathroom but the moment that door clothes, Crying began. 

"nooooo Y/n come back!" I whined, 

[non-un-topo]

Little Light - tog ficlet

Something I felt like writing but didn’t know what to do with. A little scene inspired by an old fic of mine, Dahlia. A bonus scene, if you will.

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Somewhere outside these old wood walls, an owl calls the morning forth. A gentle if not calming sound to Andromache, but to tiny brand new ears it is unknown and frightening.

The babe emits a discontented little squeal, and as Andromache leans away from the wall to see into the makeshift bassinet — an armoire drawer, placed on the floor between a bedroll and Andromache’s watchful place at the wall — the tiny thing grunts and attempts to kick her swaddled legs. A little lip pouts, trembles, then her gummy mouth opens with grumpy staccato cries.

There’s a shift in the darkness on the bedroll just beside the drawer. There is enough pre-dawn light pouring in from a half-boarded window for Andromache to see Yusuf poke his head up from behind Nicolò’s shoulder, then quickly lift himself on an elbow as he comes out of sleep to register the baby’s distress.

Andromache’s hand is on the swaddled baby’s stomach, just rubbing very gently as Yusuf carefully crawls over Nicolò and comes forward. The child’s newborn cries sound almost like little angry coughs, increasing in volume as Andromache’s attempts to calm her do virtually nothing. She’s so small, so new. In her mind, Andromache is going through the list of remedies to calm her down: Is she hungry? Is she cold? Does she need a change? Was she simply startled by the owl? There are no easy answers, just a crying baby wiggling in tattered fabrics, all they have for her.

Yusuf is on it, though. Has been since that first horrific day that brought the tiny thing to them. He squats in front of the drawer, and Andromache removes her hand as Yusuf very carefully slides a hand behind the baby’s head and neck and begins to free her from her swaddle.

The moment her arms are free, they shoot up next to her head — some reflex Andromache has noticed, and Yusuf coos at the sight of it. Andromache watches the soft look in his eyes with unease, but she’s then drawn to the shift of Nicolò as the baby’s cries wake him too.

Yusuf shushes the babe, and there’s a moment of uncertainty on his face like he’s having similar thoughts to Andromache, similar anxieties, before he gets both hands below her tiny arms, fingers stretched out behind her neck and head to support her, and lifts her from the drawer. As he does so she scrunches up into a little ball, hand-stitched nappy crumpling up as her knees bend, and her pink fists bracket her face as she grunts.

Andromache watches in silence as Yusuf settles the baby against his shoulder, fingers feather-light and safe on the back of her head where her wispy hair gathers at the base of her skull. She adjusts a little, rubbing her nose into Yusuf’s shirt, as Yusuf pulls open the back of her nappy to check her.

Nicolò is there next to them then, more alert and awake than Yusuf whose eyelids are drooping. Andromache can see all the thoughts in Nicolò’s head play out just by the slight crease in his brow as he watches the baby’s face. He raises a hand, sets is back to the floor, and although Andromache had warned them both about the dangers of becoming attached to the child, she does not want the poor thing to suffer while three capable adults can comfort her. She blinks permissively at Nicolò but he doesn’t need the permission from her, only from himself.

Yusuf is bouncing the baby slightly against his shoulder as he shushes her little noises. He turns his head to see the longing on Nicolò’s face and nods sleepily at him. As Nicolò reaches out to stroke a thin curl on the top of the baby’s head, she begins to squeal again and soon unravels into hiccuping little cries. With mild alarm, Yusuf adjusts her so her face is not pressed into his clothes.

“Let me?” whispers Nicolò, hands out and ready. Yusuf nods, stifling a yawn, and very carefully passes the little grumpy ball over to Nicolò, who lays her over his forearm, cupping her bottom and scrunched up feet in his large hand. Yusuf releases her head last in the crook of Nicolò’s elbow, and her fists fly up again as she settles back with another round of staccato cries. With that done, Yusuf immediately stands to rifle through their packs, likely in search of some goat’s milk they’ve saved.

Finding sustenance for the child has been exhausting and certainly a battle, but Andromache has seen too many children starve to let this one go hungry. She will be fed every chance they get, and she will be warm, and when they are able they will pass her into loving hands who will be able to house her and love her and help her grow tall and strong.

But for now, Andromache only sits and watches as Nicolò rubs the pad of his thumb up the space between the child’s peach-fuzz brows, a little trick she’d taught him that may calm her down and put her to sleep but does not seem to be working at the moment. The baby’s mouth is still wide open and trembling as she cries and so, supporting her with both arms, Nicolò stands with an exaggerated groan and begins to bob her just slightly.

“Alright, piccola,” he says, turning away as he begins to pace around a little, humming some low made-up tune on the spot.

Yusuf stands at his side then, with the jar of milk and the cloth they use to soak it in so the baby can suckle, and Andromache lets herself relax, lets her back touch the wall again as she just watches them together, the pink-faced baby emitting little punched-out cries between them. She’s quieting down, though, as Nicolò bobs her like the sea. Yusuf stands by with the cloth, peering curiously at her little face.

Nicolò makes a brave move then. With one shared look with Yusuf, he blinks down at the child and leans down to ever-so-gently press his lips to her head. He stays there even after the little kiss, and Andromache can hear him hushing her softly as he continues to bounce her.

She’s stopped crying. As Nicolò draws back, Andromache can see that her eyes are wide open, gazing up at Yusuf and Nicolò in wonder. They smile down at her, and something lodges itself in Andromache’s throat. Almost subconsciously, her hand closes around the pendant against her chest.

Yusuf senses her unease, of course he does, because he looks over at her and beckons her over with a jerk of his head and an outstretched hand. She goes willingly, if a little stiffly, and although she swears in her mind that they will not be keeping this child it is nice to see the men smiling in victory and adoration at her little face.

“Looks like she just wanted to be held,” Yusuf whispers.

Andromache might think something about the fact that the first hands to ever touch this baby were Nicolò’s. She might think about the fact that Yusuf’s soft voice had been the one to calm her cries on that first night. She might remember the way her tiny body felt so warm in her arms the morning the child’s mother left this earth, when the ground still trembled with aftershocks and somewhere in the distance the ocean watched Andromache’s back.

She says none of this. Instead, she joins them in the middle of the room as it slowly fills with early morning light. The broken three of them, and the fragile brand new fourth.

They have not named her yet. Andromache does not dare. But she will be called Dahlia, after the flowers her mother sold in a little shop north of the hills of Campania, where the winds smell of oleander and the olive trees face the sunrise.

[rumade]

Today's sewing project was... arse wipes! I kept getting these adverts for washable baby wipes, little cotton squares that you can wipe your baby's delicate little bum bum with. I was intrigued- we're going to give reusable nappies (diapers) a go using a laundry service- but a starter kit was £45!

So instead I've ordered 2 containers and a mesh bag from ebay for £15, and spent about 40 minutes turning 2 old muslin cloths my brother passed on into 16 cloths. Just cut into a rough square, put right sides together, sew around edge leaving a 2 fingers width gap, flip right side out, sew opening shut.

The way the wipes system works is that you have 2 buckets with lids, one for clean, one for dirty. Line the dirty one with a mesh laundry bag. Put some water and a couple of drops of Eucalyptus oil in the clean bucket, add your wipes to turn into wet cloths. Wipe baby's bum. Put in the dirty bucket, along with some water and disinfectant. Then when you do baby laundry (every 2 to 3 days??) you wash the poopoo squares alongside the regular clothes.

I am skeptical. But we'll see how much of a pain it is. Lots of reviews said that the wet reusable cloths were much better at dealing with newborn baby poo

[baby-zakarii]

Name: Miles edgeworth

Age: 33 (he’s a newborn regressor)

he likes chess, tea, love hearts, pink an red, cloth nappies , n he prefer non deco binkie

Request accepted :D

[box-of-chaooos]

A post on how I think frank and len where ‘made’ how the function and their anatomy (this includes my trans Len headcannon)

Warning there is going to be talk of death and sickness

It’s obvious they are stitched together you can see right where the others arm would seem to start they have been sewn together and have been since they where babies. The tattoo on their mid section quickly became their logo and each side seems to represent them, Frank is more laid back than len his ‘anger’ isn’t anger is is just impatient with Len whilst Len is much louder and seems to be more hyperactive than frank and he gets grumpy easily like how he thought frank messed with his tuning pegs or that he broke his amp but how’d they even get the tattoo in the first place

Both boys are being filmed as babies here and playing the xylophone in the spot light on an old camera both are very young still in nappies and chewing anything they get the chance to so how did they join and why do they have a tattoo.

Tw: death, suffocation, Illness

Frank was born first to a happy couple, he was a happy baby bubbly and giggly. One night whilst they slept Frank suddenly stopped breathing the parents woke up that morning to find there baby boy motionless and blue in the face in his cot they had no clue why he’d stopped breathing suddenly and rushed to the hospital but Frank had already passed, the couple was absolutely devastated their first baby had passed away whilst they slept. Frank was so young that he could be used to save other babies by donating his heart so with permission he wasn’t buried but was frozen for preservation instead. He was around 6 months old at the time. A year later the grieving parents decided they’d try for another baby and this time had a baby girl, len, but the poor girl was born sick. Her brain hadn’t developed fully and she was very ill but a fighter and very silly and fussy at 4 months she unfortunately passed and couldn’t be saved so the parents didn’t try for another baby afraid to loose them again, len was buried and laid to rest. That is how they died.

A mad scientist, doctor stein, was studying reanimation and the phenomenon of Siamese twins. He’d reanimated animals many times and decided it was time to try with humans but he couldn’t just take two adults the bodies would be to heavy to take and with more information on the person easier to track down no he needed young specimens. In the news the family who’d lost there two babies had been interviewed on how they where going to help donate and fund chairtys to save young lives, reading it doctor stein decided that the two sibling babys would be perfect for the job preserved and not long deceased they’d be in good enough condition to work with. So he stole the babies and ran to hide from the police how started the case to find the missing babies he hid away in his lab and that night sewed the two babies together and marked on their chest a symbol representing two different emotions for each baby. The thing had two heads, a heart on each side of they’re chest a set of lungs each and two stomachs which lead down into a conjoined intestinal track, the two being a girl and boy was complicated but they had both genitalia. That doesn’t need detail I’m not writing about that

Anyways, the reanimation was a huge success and the two babies where bought to life both wriggled and screamed loudly like a newborn baby. Doctor stein was thrilled with his success, over the course of working he grew attached to the babies and ended up raising them, the world could never know about them and so he kept them secret. Frank was older than len was so he had to buy platform shoes for Len and tailor cloths to fit them both but both where happy and didn’t asked much about their existence the odd question came up now and again but the simple “your reanimated twins” was enough at the time. Both ended up fining a passion for music, len got hold of the tattoo gun that was used to give them their symbol as a kid and tattooed himself hence his arm tattoo as for his eyebrow piercing he simply asked for it and was allowed.

They have a stuffed toy here and I just wanna add this cause it’s adorable. As kids they of course didn’t always get along and especially at that age, we all know what I’m talking about. Originally frank owned a blue bunny toy and len had a pink one of the same kind but they ended up fighting over each others toys and ripped them. With out their toy the two didn’t sleep and didn’t stop crying so doctor stein took the remains of the toys and stitched them together. They where pleased with the toy and name it mr. Cuddles.

So how they control their body

Having two stomachs they have a big appetite, Frank can feel and control his arm and len controls his but when the other is asleep depending who they can control their other side, now and again one will take control of both arms but each only feel pain on their corresponding side Frank pinches Len and only len feels it, len pinches frank and only frank feels it but they end up swapping arm control and rubbing their sore arms. If one doesn’t want to go than they won’t move. Evidence shows they don’t have separate butts because in unplugged len mentions frank daring him to glue his butt to his chair and neither being able to get up. If frank where to catch a cold len wouldn’t be sick because Frank is, if len got food poisoning Frank would be fine however if one of them dies the other won’t function either so they both die because they’re conjoined intestinal track shuts down and they’re blood doesn’t pump.

So Frank is older than len in the sense he was born and died first. Len is slower than frank and does things a bit oddly, blinking out of unison for example, because his brain didnt develop properly and than he died Frank gets is ditzyness from dying too so both can be a bit slow sometimes. Instead of celebrating their birthdays individually they celebrate their reanimation day which you have the freedom to decide when that is I like to say it’s November 5th.