Procreation Celebration Fest

[eternalsojourn]

All right, so it's public news that I am expecting my first child in late February. While my 'real' life will probably have all the usual pastel-tinted, cutesy, lace-trimmed events and genuinely well-meaning but cliché platitudes, I'm hoping fandom will bring the fun stuff.

That means PORN and KID!FIC and whatever other joyful fanworks with that sort of theme you can think of. LET'S HAVE A FEST!



Art by cho_hakkai. GIANT thanks for the artwork! I'm a little in awe, tbh.


Fandoms welcome here include (but are not limited to) Inception, Teen Wolf, Sherlock, Grimm, Supernatural, and basically any fandom you take a fancy to.

What to do here:

• Rec something!
  
• Write something!
  
  
  
  • Write comment fic here (just 3 sentences even!) Just hit 'talk to me' and start typing.
    
  • Write longer fic and just post a link to your journal/AO3/Dreamwidth.
    
  
  
• Make an art! (embed or link)
  
• Podfic!
  
• Make a vid!
  
• Make a fanmix!
  
• Prompt something! Just be clear about what you want and for what fandom & pairing.
  
• Meta!
  
  
  
  • Talk about why you like mpreg (or whatever).
    
  • Tell us what first turned you onto it
    
  • Wax poetic about who you'd like to see pregnant and what they'd be like. What would their partner be like?
    
  
  
• Anything that strikes you!
  

This is an opportunity to pile kinks on kinks. Knotting, Mpreg, lactation kink, scent marking, regular marking, protectiveness, fluff, angst, PWP. Kid!fic! Bring the babies, the loving daddies, the scary parental angst, the family cuddling! All is welcome here: het, slash, other. I know my stuff tends towards m/m, but HOW CUTE would Ariadne be all big and round?

Come on, guys, let's celebrate a real pregnancy the way it ought to be celebrated. Irreverently, filthily, and by doing what you all do best, which is to get excited in a way that most people don't know how to let themselves do.

AO3 Postings

There is a collection started at AO3, so if you post there, you can include it in the collection. The collection title is Procreation_Celebration.

AO3 Collection

Comments

[cho-hakkai.livejournal.com]

If there are any pairing requests to draw I will happy accept if anyone is interested ^__^

Teen Wolf: Derek/Stiles mpreg!

[herinfiniteeyes.livejournal.com]

I just want a cracky (maybe?) fic about Stiles starring on 16 and Pregnant with babydaddy!Derek scowling in the background in his grease-stained tank tops and emotional unavailability. Maybe they live in a trailer while Stiles makes Derek renovate the Hale house (and add a nursery for the pups!).

...I'm sorry for my brain. But... MPREG! YAY!

Inception, Arthur/Eames Part 1/2

[chaostheorem.livejournal.com]

Arthur leaned against the porch railing, watching James dig up worms and chase Phillipa with them. Her laughing shrieks were so loud. How did people deal with kids?

“I’m pregnant,” he blurted out.

“What?” Cobb asked, frozen in the midst of applying sunscreen on his nose.

“Pregnant. There is a tiny human inside of me.”

“Oh,” Cobb said. “You okay?”

Arthur shrugged. “I’m keeping it, so yeah, guess so.”

“You’re still allowed to freak out,” Cobb said. “Mal cried all the time when we first found out about Phillipa.”

“Thank fuck, because I’m terrified.” Arthur sighed. “Stop staring at my stomach. I’m not even showing yet.”

“How far along are you?”

“Two months.”

Dom hummed, then looked from Arthur’s stomach to James and Phillipa, then back again.

“No,” Arthur said flatly.

“But it’s perfect,” Dom said, not even trying to pretend he didn’t know what Arthur was talking about.

“We’re not setting our kids up with each other. What’s wrong with you?”

Dom held up a hand. “Be reasonable about this, Arthur. There’s plenty of time. Just think it over.”

Arthur could use a drink right now. He looked down at his stomach. “You’d better be worth it.”

--

“You’re what now?” Ariadne asked, her disbelief evident even on the phone.

“Pregnant. I’ll make you a list of suitable replacements, though I recommend Sanchez. She’s almost as good as me.”

“Can we go back to the pregnant thing?” Ariadne asked, “‘Cause I want to talk about that some more.”

“Let’s not,” Arthur countered.

“You can still work on the job. We don’t really need you to go under for this one.”

“Thanks, Ariadne, but the Somnacin’s not the issue. I’m out of dreamshare for good.”

Ariadne laughed and hung up, which, yeah, okay. That was probably fair.

--

His parents had passed away years ago, so there were no grandparents in the picture, but Arthur felt that his sister should know.

“Will I have to hold it?” she asked.

“No.”

“Oh, thank god,” she breathed. “In that case, congratulations! I mean...maybe. Maybe congratulations?”

“Yes, congratulations,” Arthur said.

“Thank god,” she repeated. “Listen, you’ll probably want to name it something terrible like Greyson or Ariana or whateverthefuck, so call me before you decide, okay?”

“Sure,” Arthur agreed, because he liked both of those, so he could probably get a few more ideas from her under the guise of mutual dislike.

--

“Arthur,” Yusuf said when Arthur answered. “Ariadne tells me you’re pregnant.”

“This is true.”

“I’ve been working on this compound that could work during pregnancy and -”

Arthur hung up. Yusuf called back. Arthur ignored him.

His phone buzzed with a text notification.

What times are you available to test?

I can come to you

I can pay you extra

I can pay the kid

Please arthur

I’m so bored. Nothing happens in mombasa without eames

--

Re: Inception, Arthur/Eames Part 2/2

[chaostheorem.livejournal.com]

A week later, Arthur stood at the sink, rinsing out his coffee mug, when he was struck by an odd similarity in all of his announcements.

“Motherfucker,” he said under his breath.

“Did you say something?” Eames asked from the table.

Arthur turned around, leaning against the sink. “No one asked me who the father is. Not one. Not Cobb or Ariadne or Yusuf or even my sister.”

Eames gave a small shrug, unconcerned. “We know who it is,” he said, and went back to reading his paper.

“I know we know,” Arthur said, snatching the paper and slamming it down. “But they don’t. They probably think I don’t know whose it is and they’re just too polite to ask.”

Eames looked at Arthur, the newspaper, then glanced away. “Yes, I’m sure that’s it.”

“What did you do?”

“You always assume it was me. That hurts, darling.”

“It is always you,” Arthur said. “You told them, didn’t you?”

Eames smiled, nodded softly, and Arthur would be mad, except that he’d wanted to tell everyone that he and Eames were together for a while now, so anger was pointless.

Arthur found himself smiling along. “What they’d say?”

“Well,” Eames said, rubbing his hands up and down Arthur’s sides as Arthur stood between his legs, “I never talked to your sister, so she may very well think you don’t know whose it is. You tart.” Arthur slapped him playfully upside the head. “You’d already told Cobb, and he’d guessed. Ariadne had, too, though Yusuf thought it was Saito’s.” Eames shivered. “That’d be a terrifyingly well-dressed child.”

“That kid would take over the world,” Arthur said, and laughed when Eames pulled him close and ordered him to never talk about Saito’s lovechild again.

“No,” Arthur agreed, still smiling. He placed Eames’ hand on his stomach and held it there. “Just ours.”

[yjudaes.livejournal.com]

I hate to be that guy, but can you shrink or cut that artwork? It's stretching my page like whoa right now.

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Yes, sorry! I hope it's better now.

I'll just leave this here then...

[duckgirlie.livejournal.com]

Arthur double checked the lock on his hotel room door before sinking down in the armchair. He checked his watch and calculated the time difference again. It obviously hadn't changed since he'd checked twenty minutes ago, so he pulled out his phone, selected a contact, and hovered his thumb over the "send" button.

It took a moment, but finally started the call and pressed the phone to his ear. Three rings, then an answer.

"Hello, Rosen residence."

"Mom?"

There was a pause. "Arthur? I didn't recognise your number."

"I have a new one."

He could hear her moving around inside the kitchen, pulling one of the chairs over to the wall so the cord wouldn't have to stretch too far.

"What are you calling about?"

"I can't call just to talk?"

"You don't."

Arthur pressed his thumb between his eyebrows and took a breath.

"I'm going to be a father."

"I thought he said -"

"He lied."

There was silence from the other end of the line, like his mother was planning what she was about to say.

"How long?"

"Seven months, about."

She sighed. "I suppose the wedding will wait until after?"

There it was. Arthur got to his feet and yanked the minibar open. "There isn't going to be a wedding."

"Just the courthouse then?"

The minibar's whiskey had been kept refrigerated, but it would have to do.

"No. No wedding, no courthouse, no marriage."

"Arthur..." his mother chides.

"Non-negotiable situation, Mom."

"This really isn't a time to get petulant about your hurt feelings."

"Not everyone has to get married just because there's a baby."

There's more silence on the other end of the line, and Arthur smacked his head against the wall.

"I didn't mean -"

She cut him off. "Your sister and her family are coming over for dinner, I have to go."

The call disconnected instantly. Arthur poured himself another whiskey.

Re: I'll just leave this here then...

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

*incoherent squealing*

OMGOMGOMGOMG. I love this 'verse so much! And you have no idea how happy I am to see some of Arthur's side of things. Of course I'm greedy for more, but if this all you post, I'm still delighted. They don't have to get married. Ugh. I have feelings about this fic.

♥♥♥

[caput-drakonis.livejournal.com]

Yaay! Sorry, I'm such a sucker for Mpreg! As a request, can we keep the Arthur/Eames going? I'd love a story that takes us not only through the pregnancy, but also through them being first time fathers and raising a child together. I love this fest! Also, Congratulations!

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I suppose babies are always big news to the people having them, but I've been wanting this for quite a long time now. Also, I'd really love to see your prompt filled. <3

Arthur/Eames kidfic! Communication Breakdown

[sneaqui.livejournal.com]

Eames hands are sweating so badly that the keys on his mobile are wet by the time he's finished texting Arthur.

Sounds like: abah sife

Cassie, their two-year-old daughter (Eames' biological and Arthur's adopted), stands in the middle of their living room and declares for the fourth time in as many minutes, "Abah sife." Her hands are clenched and her arms are military straight at her sides. She looks thoroughly unimpressed with Eames' panic attack. Fucking hell, Eames thinks. Arthur is contagious.

Eames gets down on one knee in front of Cassie, curls a hand around her shoulder and ducks forward to place a kiss in between her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, love. It's not your fault that your dad is an idiot. Just give us a second, yeah?"

Eames' phone chirps, and he looks down at it and opens the text without taking his hand off of Cassie's shoulder. Cassie huffs out a small, high pitched whine and presses her face into Eames' neck. Eames rubs his hand up and down her spine - a motion made entirely of instinct - as he reads Arthur's text.

She's saying that she wants to watch A Bug's Life.

Eames types one-handed. that can't be it. we just watched a bugs life. and by just i mean that we finished it ten minutes ago. Eames chuckles as he hits send, realizing what an idiot he is. If Cassie wants to watch A Bug's Life a dozen times in a row, she damn well will.

Arthur's text confirms Eames' suspicion. We are talking about the same daughter here, right? Put it on again. And then put it on AGAIN if that's what she wants.

Cassie sniffs and snuggles in closer to Eames. His arm tightens around her and he pulls her over his shoulder and bellows, "A Bug's Life it is!"

Cassie squirms on his shoulder and giggles, her dark brown curls bouncing against Eames' shoulder blade. He plops her down in the middle of the sofa, and she continues to laugh as she lands and rolls across the cushions. Eames' chest suddenly swells with warmth. Even as a baby she was like this, smiling whenever she was jostled and giggling as she dropped dirty spoons on the floor and spit out mouthfuls of mush. She is truly her fathers' daughter.

Eames hops onto the sofa next to her and tugs her towards him so that she can rest her head on his chest. Twenty minutes later and fifteen minutes into the movie, she's fast asleep, blowing tiny puffs of warm air across Eames' stomach. Eames takes the opportunity to text Arthur again, remembering another miscommunication that happened earlier in the day.

What does she mean when she says "Pea toe"?

It means she wants peanut butter toast. I'm assuming you know how to make toast and put peanut butter on it?

Eames doesn't take the bait, knowing that Arthur is only being snarky because he's been away from them for ten days and won't be home for another three. Instead of replying with words, Eames lifts up his phone and takes a picture of him and Cassie.

He can hear the sigh in Arthur's response. Fuck. I miss you guys. This is more painful than when you used to send me half naked pictures while I was in the middle of a job.

Eames grins and writes back, Does that mean I shouldn't do what I was planning on doing once I put her to bed?

Arthur fires back immediately. I want a picture of your cock in my inbox as soon as you're sure she's asleep. And then I want you to call me.

Sounds like a plan.

Give her a kiss for me. Tell her I'll be home soon.

Yes, love.

Eames tucks his phone into his pocket and scoops Cassie up into his arms. He carries her up the stairs and into her bedroom, tucks her into her mint green (gender neutral and picked out by Arthur) sheets.

She stirs as soon as her head hits the pillow and mutters, "Wheh papa."

This is one utterance that Eames can understand perfectly. "He'll be home soon, darling." He kisses her on the cheek. "Sweet dreams."

He strokes her scalp until he's sure that she's asleep. And then he tip toes out of her bedroom, leaving the hallway lights on and her door open an inch.
He walks into his and Arthur's bedroom, pulls his shirt off and takes his phone back out of his pocket.

Re: Arthur/Eames kidfic! Communication Breakdown

[vock.livejournal.com]

_____

I can never get enough of baby talk. This is so lovely.
And trust Arthur to be their kid whisperer.

Inception, Mal and James

[motetus.livejournal.com]

Um... hi! I hope you don't mind me barging in here uninvited - I came across this yesterday through manic link-clicking/stalking and couldn't resist.

Also, profuse apologies for how utterly sappy and un-kinky this is. Does the excuse "my parents are visiting this weekend and I'd really rather not have to explain what mpreg is to them" let me off?

Mal and James (click for full image):

(http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/motetus/6793692/40751/original.jpg)


(also, congratulations!)

Re: Inception, Mal and James

[recrudescence.livejournal.com]

This is adorable! It's good to see Mal being something other than tormented or murderous.

This is a thread for RECS! Please add to it!

[sneaqui.livejournal.com]

Rena, I hope this is okay??

Re: This is a thread for RECS! Please add to it!

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Of course it's okay! Great idea!

My two favorites are the above-mentioned Of All the Lies I've Ever Told by duckgirlie (she's provided the link in her comments)

and

Up the Duff (http://inception-kink.livejournal.com/19177.html?thread=45664233#t45664233)
Warning, it's a wip that's as yet unfinished, but it's the hottest fucking thing ever, and so loveable.

Inception, Arthur/Eames 1/?

[adelaide-rain.livejournal.com]

Not finished! Posting the first couple of parts a incentive to finish it.

==

Most of the time when Arthur thinks of ‘home’, he thinks of their New York apartment. Mombasa has always been Eames’s; a place he’s had for years, since long before he met Arthur. Yet standing on the balcony and seeing the distant sea sparkling in the sun, it feels like home. Most of that feeling is because Eames is behind him, arms around his waist, pressing kisses to the back of Arthur’s neck. Whenever and wherever he is in Eames’s arms, that is home. A smile dances on Arthur’s lips: now there’s a sentiment he will never share with anyone. Even the best extractor wouldn’t get it out of him.

Eames rests his chin on Arthur’s shoulder. He’s quiet, has been for days. Arthur lifts a hand to stroke his hair, unsure whether to ask him what’s wrong. When Eames is upset he prefers to be left alone with his thoughts; trying to drag anything out of him just results in an argument. This is the first time it’s gone on so long, though, and paranoia is creeping over Arthur.

Arthur sighs. He’s going to give in eventually so he might as well just get it over with. Their arguments usually blow over quickly, and their make up sex is spectacular.

“What’s wrong?” Arthur turns in the loose circle of Eames’s arms, and sees Eames’s eyes widen before he gives an abashed smile.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Considering that it’s your job to fool people, you’re absolutely blatant.”

“I trust you,” Eames says with a shrug. “I don’t need to hide anything from you.”

He says the words so easily, but they make Arthur’s breath catch, just for a second, caught by the lump he suddenly has in his throat. “So tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s not that something’s wrong…” Eames trails off, biting his lip. “I’ve been thinking about something for a while now. I just… don’t know how to say it.”

“You said you trust me. Just tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, Eames nods. “I want kids with you.”

Arthur blinks, then runs through the words in his head a few times. It does nothing to convince him that he heard right. “Kids…?”

“Well, probably just one to start with,” Eames says with a grin that does nothing to hide his nerves. “Although as you know, twins do run in my family.”

Arthur stares at him. “Kids,” he repeats stupidly.

“I’ve always wanted kids,” Eames continues quickly, eyes wide like he’s scared that Arthur hates the idea. Arthur has no idea how he feels about it because his stupid brain is refusing to work. “But I’ve always thought that I’d be a terrible father –my own dad is so fucking awful, I was scared it was in my genes or – or something. But when we were looking after your sister’s kids. Seeing you with them… It just hit me. I want a family with you.”

Arthur’s still not quite up to speed with this conversation, and his mouth continues to run on without input from his brain. “That might be kind of difficult. I hate to tell you since you’ve not noticed after all this time, but I’m a guy.”

“I know that,” Eames says, swatting Arthur’s shoulder. “There are other options, you know.”

Arthur manages to bite down on whatever words are trying to escape from his mouth, and forces himself to think.

It was just a few weeks ago that they were looking after Rachel’s kids. Everything is still clear in his mind: watching Eames fingerpainting with Jon, hugging Katy when she was crying. Watching him singing a lullaby to them in his terrible singing voice, and thinking I want this. It was a stupid thought – they were never going to have a family. They’re career criminals – the lifestyle isn’t exactly conducive to having kids. It was never going to happen.

Inception, Arthur/Eames 2/?

[adelaide-rain.livejournal.com]

And yet…

He wants it. Eames wants it. They’re both certifiable geniuses and between them they have a plethora of skills and contacts – if anyone can make this work, they can.

A smile spreads over Arthur’s face. He can’t help it; he’s just been told that maybe, possibly, he can have something he never thought possible. “Rachel always said that if I wanted kids, she’d be happy to be a surrogate mom.”

“You’ve talked to her about this?”

“Back when she first met you. She saw how happy we were,” Arthur says, recalling how mortifying that conversation was. “And if we decided we wanted kids… She’d help out.”

Eames opens his mouth to say something, and then breaks into a delighted laugh. “Darling,” is all he says, and stands to pull Arthur into his arms. For a moment all Arthur can do is bury his head in Eames’s neck. He’s scared and excited and more than a little disbelieving that they’re seriously talking about this.

After a while, Eames pulls back, giving him a grin that’s probably supposed to be cheeky, but the effect is spoiled because he still looks delighted. “So does this mean I get to have sex with your sister?”

“No,” Arthur says, and punches Eames in the arm. “Jesus. We’ll use a donor egg. It’ll all be done in a lab. No sex necessary.”

“You’ve fucked my brother loads of times,” Eames says, pouting, and Arthur is distracted for a moment; no-one pouts like Eames.

“That’s different,” Arthur manages eventually, and then grins. “Besides, I’ve never fucked Tom. He’s always fucked me.”

Eames bites his lip, and there’s a flash of want in his eyes. “If I could get you pregnant, would you want to?”

The question is utterly ridiculous, and yet… A vision comes to him, crystal clear, of himself with a round stomach, touched by the glow of pregnancy that he didn’t believe in until he saw it on Rachel. Eames would treat him like a prince – even more than he normally does – and his protectiveness would go into overdrive. It would probably be annoying, Arthur thinks, but he can’t stop smiling. “Yes. I would. If I could have your kid… I would.”

“Arthur,” Eames whispers, and kisses him. Gentle, so gentle, but Arthur can taste the feelings in it. He wraps his arms around Eames’s waist, sliding down to his ass and pressing their hips closer. Eames is already hard – hard at the thought of Arthur pregnant? – and Arthur wants Eames inside him so fucking much.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, and that’s enough for Eames. Arthur yelps as Eames lifts him into a princess carry. “What are you doing?”

“You have to take it easy if you’re pregnant,” Eames says, giving his most dashing smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you.”

“Pregnant women can walk,” Arthur mutters, rolling his eyes, then an idea occurs to him. “Besides, I’m not pregnant yet. You need to come in me first.”

Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles (mpreg)

[silentsiren47.livejournal.com]

The worst thing about being a teenaged father, Stiles thinks, isn't that he'll soon have to deal with a crying baby in the middle of the night, or diapers, or any of the major inconveniences that will come along with the baby itself. The worst part is that the person who is currently gestating said child isn't speaking to him.

At AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/490718)

[unvarnishedtale.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, dear one! YAY, BABIES! \o/

I bring a rec and a promise:

This is a thing I wrote" - it involves werewolves, knotting, mpreg, and confused boys. It's not in one of your listed fandoms (it's Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy), sorry.

AND. I promise to finish that thing on the Inception kinkmeme before your baby is born! #pinkyswear

[strigine.livejournal.com]

The duff thing? (or am I confused about what is whose?)

[ohfreckle.livejournal.com]

CONGATULATIONS, darling! Awww, a wee sojourn will be a little creature of joy and wonder ♥
And now I shall go and write you something, because celebrations are in order.

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

This is the best news! Oh, and the kid, too. :P I look forward to seeing what you write. /understatement

[mrsdstephens.livejournal.com]

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ♥

Bad Boy Made Good -- Unnecessary Porn Interlude Before Sequel

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

A/N - The rest of this story will be kidfic (sequel to Bad Boy Made Good (http://eternalsojourn.livejournal.com/14057.html)), but I felt like writing lactation kink.

“These things are so stupid. Why didn’t they put some real engineers on this shit?” Arthur shrugged one shoulder unhappily, attempting to lift the strap with his other hand to relieve the digging.

Eames glanced up from his laptop where he’d been typing an email (to the bank, his fourth draft with completely new wording) and looked sympathetic. “Take it off.”

Arthur snaked a hand up the back of his shirt and made a face while he tried to undo the clasp at his back. When Eames made a move to help, Arthur waved Eames off. “I’ve got it.” His expression cleared as he managed to flick the clasp open. He slid his fingers around his ribcage, gently rubbing where the band had sat. Sliding up further, he went over the top of the cup, experimentally brushing his nipple. His brow creased in a pained furrow.

Eames pushed his laptop to the coffee table and tapped the sofa next to him. Arthur moved to sit, pulling the straps out through the holes of his t-shirt and removing the offending garment entirely. He sighed in relief.

“You don’t have to wear it, you know,” Eames said, slipping his arm over Arthur’s shoulders.

“I know. It’s just better during the day. My nipples don’t show through my shirt, and they...” Arthur side-eyed Eames, pre-empting any laughing. “They jiggle less.” Arthur’s breasts were fairly small, but definitely fuller than the flat chest he’d been used to. Eames rather liked it on him, the roundness echoing the gentle roundness of Arthur’s belly. Arthur himself hadn’t said much about it until this latest complaint about the bra.

Eames didn’t laugh, and had no urge to, despite Arthur’s fear. He simply reached over to smooth Arthur’s t-shirt over his belly and said, “Does it dig in?”

Arthur shrugged. “A little. It’s the chaffing more than anything, although it was just as bad without it. They’re really tender.” His nipples were also fairly prominent nubs under his shirt where usually Arthur’s nipples were flat. Eames could see why Arthur preferred to keep them covered. At home, though, under the soft charcoal jersey...

Moving his hand up to brush the small bumps with his fingertips, Eames said, “You shouldn’t have material covering them, then.” He tugged on the shirt until Arthur leaned forward enough for them both to lift it up and off.

Arthur’s nipples were rosy and slightly puffy. Eames half felt bad that Arthur had to deal with the discomfort all day, but the other half found it sexy as hell. Arthur, always so lean and full of angles, was round with Eames’s child, breasts swollen, and Arthur’s own sharp personality was softened with fatigue. Eames loved everything about Arthur’s angles, both literal and figurative, but this new side of him was appealing in its own way. It made Eames want to yoke his own strength to care for Arthur.

Circling the flush of Arthur’s aureola and using his thumb with just the barest whisper of a touch against the nub, Eames leaned in and kissed Arthur’s shoulder. He brushed his thumb over the nipple again, and Arthur took in a breath. It gleamed slightly, so Eames took it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it as gently as he could. A little more wetness met his touch. “You didn’t tell me you’d started lactating,” he said.

“Not much,” Arthur replied. “I noticed when drying off after my shower yesterday. That’s another reason for the...” he gestured to the discarded brassiere.

Before he even thought about what he was doing, Eames leaned down and took a tiny lick. Arthur huffed a laugh and Eames smiled up at him. “You’re right. Not much there,” Eames said. “Kind of sweet.” He ducked back in and licked again, this time closing his mouth around the swollen bud gently in a wet kiss. “How’s that? Okay?”

“Mm,” Arthur replied, tilting his head a little to rest it on the back of the sofa. “‘s nice, actually.”

Bad Boy Made Good -- Unnecessary Porn Interlude Before Sequel (2 of 3)

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Eames shifted, moving more of his weight onto Arthur’s lap — the part that wasn’t taken up by his modestly round belly. He cupped Arthur’s breast in one hand, gently supporting its weight while he moved to take the other nipple in his lips. Arthur sighed like he couldn’t help it, which spurred Eames on to a more enthusiastic mouthing of the tender nipple under his tongue.

After a minute or so of such ministrations, Eames was surprised to taste a warm sweetness. He uttered a hum and was about to pull off and make a comment, but found himself instead turning his wet kiss into a gentle suck. He felt Arthur’s breathing deepen, but he didn’t look up, favouring the new sensation and the oddness of being latched onto Arthur’s breast: his Arthur, his strong, lean, occasionally frightening partner.

When he did (reluctantly) let go and look up, Arthur was looking down at him, heat in his gaze. He lifted the hem of Eames’s shirt to run his hand over Eames’s waist.

Eames smiled crookedly, then said, brows raised, “Do you mind...”

Seeing where Eames had indicated, Arthur nodded, shifting his hips slightly to make them both a little more comfortable.

Eames moved back to the other breast and closed his mouth over it, this time giving the full flesh a few soft kneads to encourage the flow. It was slow to begin but with a little more kneading and some focussed suckling, he had the full taste of sweet milk and the heady awareness of Arthur above him, watching. Experimentally, Eames lifted off, leaving the nipple wet and shiny and continue kneading. Beads of white accumulated and began to drip and he kneaded further, licking the line up the undercurve of Arthur’s breast and licking another droplet off the softened bud. He latched on again, sucking in earnest as he felt Arthur lift his hips again slightly in order to rearrange his erection.

Eames shifted his weight to better Arthur’s access to his own cock, and looked down. Arthur’s hand inside his jogging pants, lazily pulling at himself. Eames withdrew once more, this time to move off to help Arthur out of his pants.

Naked, Arthur was truly a sight. His left breast was shiny with spit and milk, a single drip making its way over his breast, his belly smooth and round, his flushed, mostly-erect cock canting to the left of the swell. Arthur reached to stroke himself again, and Eames watched for a moment. But he soon moved so that he knelt on the floor in front of Arthur and bent in to suckle at Arthur’s tightened sac — first one side, then the other while Arthur jacked.

When he moved up, Arthur continued stroking, so Eames reached out and stilled his hand before removing it. “Let me,” he said, and lifted Arthur’s cock to tongue the length of it before slipping it fully into his mouth.

Arthur flexed into it and pressed his head into the back of the sofa, closing his eyes. He threaded fingers through Eames’s hair but didn’t grip or control, just rubbed Eames’s head.

Eames took his time, stopping to mouth Arthur’s shaft from the side, to take Arthur’s sac into his mouth, and to suckle at the head. He longed to put his mouth everywhere at once, to feel all of Arthur’s curves and to taste the milk and kiss him, all at once. He poured his desire into his singular task, and before long Arthur was flexing rhythmically, breathing ragged, desperate and insistent. Eames didn’t deny him, taking half Arthur’s length and enclosing it tightly in his mouth, suction and strokes of his tongue pulling bursts of come from Arthur.

Eames stayed on, easing the suction and gently licking Arthur clean afterwards. He pushed up off his knees on his way to a kiss, but got sidetracked on the way and took some more milk, savouring the contrast of bitter to sweet.

When he did make it up to kiss Arthur, he was only allowed it for a long moment before Arthur urged Eames to lay down. Arthur stretched himself out along the sofa to make room.

“Was that weird?” Eames asked as Arthur undid Eames’s jeans and slipped his hand inside to curl around Eames’s boxer-clad erection.

NEEDS MANY KID NAMES PLEASE HELP (Teen Wolf)

[koyuki]

Because this isn't going anywhere and I just want to wax poetry about it and really I can't come up with kid names.

So the premise is that Derek keeps knocking Stiles because fandom keeps making comments about how if Derek could, he totally would -- wherein Derek totally does. :'D

Basically Stiles is like 24/25 and he's had five kids with Derek already, starting from his freshman year of college (trolololol) and he wakes up one morning is like oshii-- and has to run to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test because seriously he's 25 and has five kids already Stiles really doesn't want to become the gay version of the Duggars.

At some point Stiles will throw a box of condoms at Derek's head.

Uuuh so they have one son, then two daughters who are twins, and then another daughter and son, though I'm not quite sure about the order of the last two.

The twins are named Laura and Jenny (Jenna?) but no one else has a name. ): suggested Teddy/Theodore for one of the boys, but I'm not 100% fixed on it.

Suggestions (for names, and other silly shenanigans!) would be appreciated.

Re: NEEDS MANY KID NAMES PLEASE HELP (Teen Wolf)

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

OMG, YAY!!! Kidfic and Mpreg! \o/

Okay, boys' names I think are good (and that I could conceivably see them using): Rob, Kyle, Andrew (Drew), Sean.

Girls: Lenore, Charlotte, Maya.

I'm not any good at funny/fun, so I have no suggestions in that regard, but I can't wait to read this! <3

Inception, Arthur/Eames (1/?)

[koyuki]

Also this thing I started writing in May and haven't made any more progress on. It basically involves Arthur seducing Eames into babies because babies.

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Arthur’s early. Arthur’s early by almost three weeks, and Eames knows because he keeps track almost as meticulously as Arthur does.

“You’re in heat,” Eames mutters reverently, words ghosting right against Arthur’s ear, and drinks Arthur’s sweet, pheromone-ridden scent.

“Mm,” Arthur hums, still half-asleep but pressing up and curling into Eames’ body.

“Sh, darling,” Eames says, hand sliding up the thin t-shirt that Arthur sleeps in. “Just let me take care of you. We can take our time, call of the job—”

Arthur’s eyes snap open, and in a jolt, shoves Eames off the bed. Eames lands on his ass.

“No,” Arthur breathes, almost shocked, as Eames tries to reorient from the floor. “No, no, no, I can’t be in heat, it’s not supposed to start for another three weeks,” he hisses.

“Arthur, calm down,” Eames says as picks himself off the floor and climbs back onto the bed.

“No, you don’t understand .We were supposed to be in the Maldives. I made sure to give us plenty of time in case it did come early, but three weeks—”

“Arthur,” Eames says again, cutting off Arthur’s rant, “calm. down, love,” he says, enunciating every word. Arthur breaths in once, deeply, and deflates.

Eames repositions himself so he’s pressed up against Arthur and can feel the heat roiling under Arthur’s skin. The contact seems to calm Arthur a little.

“It’s alright. We’ll just call off the job, take our vacation a little early, and pick up—”

“No, you don’t understand,” Arthur snaps. “I had this all planned, and now it’s ruined,” he adds sulkily, and runs a hand through his already bed-mussed hair. Eames looks at him, puzzled. “And we’re not calling off the job,” Arthur says, a flat finality in his voice.

Eames’ eyes narrow. “If you think I’m letting any of those alphas go near you while you’re in this state…”

“Yeah, well that’s not for you to decide,” Arthur says, pushing himself off the bed, and stalks off to the bathroom.

Eames lets out a huff of breath. He’s always been fond of Arthur’s temper and attitude for an omega, but he’s usually also not on the receiving end of it. Still, Eames would never have Arthur any way than how he is.

Eames hears Arthur’s shower start up in the bathroom and casts a wayward glance at the alarm clock. 7:42. They had than a few hours until they were expected at the warehouse – more than enough time for shower sex or a quickie, but Eames knows as well as Arthur that if they start now, there’s no way they would make it out of the hotel room, and Arthur would never forgive him for that. Eames pushes down a wave of possessiveness and desire to protect Arthur from the world, and instead goes to mark his scent all over the suit that Arthur picked last night. It was one of the few concessions Arthur made, when he was in heat.

The door to the bathroom cracks open a few minutes later, and Arthur walks out in a bathrobe, toweling his hair dry. Eames’ eyes trail Arthur up and down once, renewed heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. Eames would’ve wanted Arthur any time, but especially today, and the fruity shampoo and body wash Arthur’d used had tamped down the intensity of his scent but had done nothing to mask its presence.

“Go shower,” Arthur says, picking up his clothing but not commenting about Eames’ scent all over them. “We’re going to a café for breakfast,” he attempted to add blandly, as if he could convince his body to stop and resume at a later date if he tried hard enough. Only Arthur, Eames thinks fondly, a surge of affection swelling into his chest.

Up close, though, Eames could see the strain in Arthur’s shoulders, the hitch in his breath, his dilated pupils. He’s not going to last the day, Eames thinks, but stops just short of commenting. Instead, he gathers up Arthur’s wet towel and heads to the bathroom to do as he’s told.

Re: Inception, Arthur/Eames (2/?)

[koyuki]

“Rivera is an idiot,” Eames says, taking another sip of his Earl Grey. “Even if the level holds up, Fiedler’s going to figure out she’s dreaming within a minute, and then we’re never going to get the combination out of her. I don’t understand why Rivera bothered to hire a forger if he’s not going to let me do my job. He must think I’m a one trick pony if I can’t hold up forges in two levels.”

Arthur nods quietly, picking at the last few bites of his scone. Eames bites all his instincts to drag Arthur back to the hotel and away from this job.

“Anyway, that is, if she doesn’t try to shoot herself out of the dream, and then wake up on the next level with a bunch of us still asleep around her. Then we’re going to have even bigger problems to worry about,” Eames comments as he leans over the table to steal the last bit of Arthur’s scone. “Not that I don’t trust you, even in your current state,” he sniped good-naturedly.

When Arthur doesn’t respond to his jab immediately, Eames looks up. Arthur’s head is turned to the side, looking distractedly across the street.

“Arthur?” Eames asks, voice soft.

Arthur’s eyes snap towards him then darts back quickly, once, before dropping his head with eyes on his espresso cup, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry,” he mutters.

Eames cocks his head, then turns to see what Arthur was staring at.

A handsome beta couple, walking down the street. There’s nothing particularly special, and yet—

The woman is pushing a cheery red stroller, and the man is holding a little girl’s hand – their daughter, undoubtedly – no more than six years old with pink ribbons in her hair, polka dots and ruffles on her dress, and shiny, black shoes.

Ah, children, Eames thinks.

Once upon a time, there was nothing more Eames wanted than to be a father, to have his own band of snotty-nosed, loud and weepy children to call his own.

But then Eames had met Arthur. Arthur, who is wonderful and clever and beautiful and perfect and everything Eames never knew he was looking in a mate, but is the only thing Eames wants.

They’d never talked about children, but Eames know it’s not something suited to their lifestyle or Arthur’s plans. Arthur, who is strong and fiercely independent and won't even step down from a job when his own heat started three weeks early. There’s no place for a family or settling down for someone like that.

Eames turns back to look at Arthur, whose eyes were again trailing after the beta couple, expression wistful. He could ask now, ask when Arthur is as emotionally and physically vulnerable as he is.

But Eames could never be that selfish. Because as much as he wants children, nothing even comes close to how much he wants – needs – Arthur to be happy.

Eames down the last big of his Earl Grey and stands up. “Darling, it’s time for us to get to work,” he says and walks away before he can see any more of Arthur’s expression.



MOAR 2 COM ... eventually.

[koyuki]

Also, a huge congratulations! :)

I probably should've said that first but I got so excited because of all the babies.

*_* And now you'll have one too~

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I will! Right now it just feels like a pregnancy, but then I read about babies or see a picture and I think, "OMG, that's where I'm headed!"

Uh, hi there. I'm not really even sure what this is.

[lindenmae.livejournal.com]

Congratulations!! I followed your link here from a fic you posted and um this is wolfman!Arthur/ Gladiator!Eames kid!fic because I don't even know... I hope you don't mind. There's some gore and some implied attempted noncon if that's okay and lots of references to parts of this verse I haven't actually written yet. I'm going to go hide my head in shame now.

He’s just gotten back from a scouting mission for the Emperor. He doesn’t have the heightened senses of the Hounds but his instincts are good and he knows when something is off. The city is still bustling with life but the compound is quiet, the inhabitants tiptoeing about as if afraid to make a sound. They cast their gazes down when they see him, even the Hounds, and hurry out of his way. He hasn’t seen the Hounds this subdued since Cobb was attacked and Mal killed Senator Cobol. But then their anger was palpable, simmering beneath the silence. Then they were waiting to act, waiting to see if their princess was going to be punished for obeying her instincts.

The Hounds are an emotional lot, not a species to often think before they act. It had been Arthur, their alpha male, who had kept them in line at first until Emperor Saito made the grave mistake of putting Eames back into the arena and all hell had broken loose. Eames doesn’t like to think back on that time, the images of Arthur sedated and caged beside Mal, bloodied and broken, and all the more horrifying because he’d done the damage to himself in his rage at being separated from his mate, still haunt Eames sometimes when he closes his eyes. He still feels guilt for being grateful for the fight, for the chance to flex his muscles and prove to the citizens that being dominated before them by a Hound had not broken him, that he was not weak. He didn’t know that the people didn’t see him that way, that they had, in fact, turned him into some kind of hero when he wasn’t paying attention. In their eyes he had tamed the beast and for that he was, is still, revered. He didn’t know what it would do Arthur to have his mate taken from him without his permission. Eames isn’t a Hound. He can live amongst them for the rest of his life and he will, because he would never permanently leave Arthur’s side, but he’ll never truly understand their passions, their compulsions, their instincts.

This is one of only a few missions that Eames had gone on alone. Usually Arthur comes too, but this time he had stayed behind, distracted when Eames informed him of the assignment. Eames attributed it to the end of Arthur’s heat, which had been rougher than usual on the Hound who had, in turn, been strangely gentle with Eames. It was not that Arthur was usually careless with him, but on this particular occasion he had tied with Eames more times than normal and had balanced the pain of that by fucking him slowly, holding him tightly, and by cleaning Eames thoroughly with his tongue. Arthur had tied with Eames four times in a row without pulling out one evening, filling Eames to the point that his belly became distended with Arthur’s seed and when he began to protest, Arthur had petted him through it, running his hands over Eames’s sore muscles and growling low into the sweat-slicked skin of Eames’s neck.

"Mine. You're mine. Always mine."

Recently during his heats Arthur had begun murmuring about breeding and babies as he lay tied with Eames, panting out endearments that Eames ignored in favor of concentrating on the feeling of Arthur inside of him. He assumed it was a symptom of the heat, which was logical. Arthur’s kind had already nearly died out before the Emperor found them and brought them back to the city, where they were able to flourish once it was discovered they were still human enough to procreate with the citizens. It was in Arthur’s nature to want to carry on his line, but Eames was sure he understood that it wasn’t possible unless he mated with someone else - something Arthur had made very clear would never happen.

Re: Uh, hi there. I'm not really even sure what this is. pt.2

[lindenmae.livejournal.com]

Eames’s heart begins to pound as he tries to make it across the courtyard of the compound without running. He knows better than to let fear get the better of him amongst the Hounds who can smell it, not after the incident with Nash, but not a single Hound will look at him and he’s suddenly terrified that something has happened to Arthur. It’s obvious that something is wrong at the very least. Nash had come upon Eames while he was in the baths, half-asleep and unaware. Eames had been able to fight him off, since Nash was not an alpha and nowhere near as strong as Arthur, but it had not been easy and Arthur had been infuriated when he came upon them. It had taken an intervention by Cobb’s guards to separate the two Hounds and keep Arthur from drowning Nash in the warm water. Eames had been newly mated by Arthur then and didn’t understand the Hounds at all. His erratic heart beat when he opened his eyes to Nash leering at him had been all the invitation needed. The Emperor had told him that there had been quite a bit of inbreeding within the tribes as their numbers dwindled and Nash was a particularly bad example of it, not stupid, but brash and extremely driven by his instincts even when not in heat or threatened. He never mated and did not respect the bonds of other Hounds. Nash has kept his distance from Eames since then, but Eames has also remembered to behave like an alpha when in the company of Arthur’s kind, even though he isn’t one of them.

Now though, he walks briskly towards his rooms, desperate to see Arthur’s face and know for certain that nothing has happened. He can’t quite believe Cobb or one of his guards or Emperor Saito, himself, wouldn’t have met him at the city gates if something was wrong, but the Hounds can be fiercely protective over their own and there is a chance no humans know about it yet. He feels like his throat has closed by the time he throws open the door to the rooms he shares with Arthur, he’s so terrified of the possibilities, but there is Arthur, perfectly whole and practically glowing. There is blood on his skin and in his hair but it becomes apparent as soon he looks at Eames, beaming with his fangs on display, that the blood is not his. There is a bundle of linen in his arms and it takes Eames a moment to notice the way Arthur is subtly rocking it back and forth and holding it against his heart. Then the bundle begins to cry.

Arthur frowns at Eames before ducking his head to whisper something soothing to the cloth.

“You woke him,” he says, disappointed in his mate.

“I… what? What, exactly, did I wake?”

“Our cub,” Arthur drawls, as if Eames is dense for not understanding immediately that inside that mound of linen was a baby.

He’s immediately flooded with emotions and thoughts that he can’t sort through. He’s surprised, of course, and confused because he’s only been gone a fortnight and there was no baby when he left. Then there’s anger because he’s a man and Arthur is also and they did not have this baby together, it isn’t theirs. Arthur must see something of Eames’s anger and confusion written on his face the next second when he looks up, because he cocks his head to the side and squints like he doesn’t understand, then it all seems to come together for him and he smiles again.

“I took him,” he says proudly, as if that should explain everything.

“You stole a baby?”

There have been many misunderstandings between them because they are, technically, a different species and two Hounds will always understand each other in a way that a human cannot, but it’s been years since Arthur first took him down in the arena and Eames thought that their connection had grown so strong that Arthur couldn’t confuse him anymore. But now Arthur’s just admitted to stealing a baby and Eames is very confused and a little horrified.

“I didn’t steal him,” Arthur growls, rocking the bundle a little more earnestly when it begins to wail in response to his agitation. Arthur is sitting cross-legged on their bed with just a thin piece of linen wrapped around his narrow hips and normally Eames would be tempted to tumble him despite still being a bit sore, but there is a baby in Arthur’s arms and Eames doesn’t know who it belongs to.

[ohfreckle.livejournal.com]

„Motherfucker,“ Arthur hisses at him, his cheeks and the tips of his ears tinted a lovely shade of pink. „You are not discussing having sex with me with our baby.“

Eames just laughs at him, so fucking happy because he’s going to be a dad together with this fierce and wonderful man, and squeezes Arthur’s cock that’s growing rapidly harder under his hand. He bends and blows a raspberry on Arthur’s stomach that, to Eames’ utter delight, has Arthur shrieking with surprised laughter.


Full story on AO3: Here it's perfectly dark (http://archiveofourown.org/works/498386)


Um, I think I managed to abuse every single pregnancy cliche ;_;

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee, you wrote fic for this! I'll leave my comment over on AO3 once I've read it. For now, <3 <3 <3

[frost.livejournal.com]

CONGRATULATIONS!!! :D
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

*twirls around in confetti* Thank you! <3

arthur/eames, rule 63!arthur

[anne-jumps.livejournal.com]

I did not mean to write this. This started out as something else and then became this!
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“Vamp again, darling?”

“Yes, please.” Arthur, her long wet hair now combed out, sat back in her chair, wearing only a plush hotel towel, hands resting on her rounded belly. Eames, having obtained the bottle of Chanel Vamp, knelt before the chair, one knee raised. Arthur crossed her legs, and he cupped her heel, placing her foot on his knee.

She wasn’t big just yet; she could still shave her legs and paint her toenails, but Eames had taken a liking to doing that task himself when she let him, and now that she was pregnant, he took a special pleasure in it.

He uncapped the bottle, and with great care started to paint the dark red polish onto Arthur’s big toenail. He was engrossed enough in his work, tongue poking out as he concentrated, that he was slightly startled when Arthur sighed.

“Hm? What is it, love?”

“I hope my feet don’t swell. God, when I think about all the shoes I might not be able to wear.... Maybe permanently....”

“Well, they haven’t been swelling so far,” Eames remarked with a small shrug, steadying Arthur’s toes with his free hand before moving on to another nail.

“They might. Ankles too,” Arthur said, tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling, glum.

“Darling, your ankles are and will be lovely,” Eames said, pausing and bending to press a kiss to the knob of Arthur’s ankle bone.

Arthur sat up to mock glare at him. “Hmph.”

“No, really.” Eames shifted, and kissed the arch of her foot.

Arthur flexed her toes. “Don’t mess up my polish. This is twenty-six dollars a bottle, you know.”

“I nicked it for you, you know.”

“Still. Back to work,” Arthur said, laughing.

Eames pressed a kiss to the top of her foot, grinning at her, raising a brow.

“Eames,” Arthur protested, “come on. I need them all dry before the party, I’m wearing those peep-toe pumps as long as I can.”

“Mm, yes, I know, and you’re going to look unbelievably sexy in that red minidress, with your long legs.”

“That’s the idea, but I can’t if only two of my toes are painted. I know what you’re trying to do--” Eames kissed the soft spot just above her heel and behind her ankle, and Arthur squeaked-- “and you need to wait.”

Grinning, Eames sat back with a sigh, and resumed painting. “You’re beautiful, you know,” he told her after a while, concentrating on the tiniest nails before shifting to take her other foot onto his knee. “You glow.”

“I wasn’t sure if that was a myth.”

“It’s not. You’re utterly gorgeous.” Eames raised a brow at her to underline his point, and then, returning attention to her toes, gnawed his lip as he concentrated on getting a large drop of polish into place.

“Will I be gorgeous even when I can’t wear that minidress or those heels?” Arthur asked darkly after a moment.

Eames looked up in surprise. “Of course.”

Arthur frowned and settled back into the chair. Eames finished painting her toenails, capped the bottle, and set it aside. He kissed the top of Arthur’s foot, her arch, and her ankle, up to her calf, and she put her other leg over his shoulder as he kissed the inside of her knee.

“Always lovely and perfect, my darling Arthur,” Eames said against her skin, looking up to meet her dark eyes. He wanted very much to nip at the soft skin of her thighs, but he knew she’d kill him if he left bruises that would be obvious in that short minidress; he settled for brushing his stubble over her, cock leaping in his trousers at the thought of seeing her at the party, her skin pink in a way you’d only notice if you were looking for it, but which told a clear story if you did.

Arthur slid down to the edge of the chair, spreading her thighs and hastily unwrapping the loosened towel from around herself. Kneeling before her, Eames placed a hand gently on her belly before tasting her, slick under his tongue, a soft gasp escaping her as she put her hand over his own.

[ey-up.livejournal.com]

Hi! I'm not quite sure how I have ended up here BUT I AM SO GLAD I HAVE!

Congratulations!

Mind if I friend you?

[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Hi! \o/ I'm glad you ended up here! No, I don't mind at all. I'm always delighted to connect with people who share my interests. :D

[fic] at your feet

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Some Derek/Stiles post-birth fluff

[lezzerlee.livejournal.com]

mpreg, how does anatomy work?, puppy, fuffiest fluff that I ever did fluff.

I saw this adorable picture (http://lezzerlee.tumblr.com/post/34154359370/look-how-small-she-is-she-can-fit-in-my-hands) and suddenly feelings.
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"Look how small she is. She can fit in my hands," Derek said as he held the little bundle of fur outstretched. She was so soft, so delicate. He listened to the steady beating of her tiny heart as she slept.

Stiles yawned and reached out sleepily, stroking gently behind the pup's ears. "Enjoy it while it lasts," he replied. "She'll grow so fast she'll be up and gnawing at our knees before you know it."

"Only if she gets your manic personality," Derek joked, pulling the puppy back to his chest to cradle her close as he bent down to give Stiles a kiss. "We still have to name her," he murmured against Stiles lips. 

Stiles hummed and Derek felt Stiles' smile stretch wide against his lips. "I was thinking Laura," he whispered.

Derek's heart skipped a beat. The intermingling of deep sadness and complete joy lumping in his throat so that he couldn't speak. Stiles pulled back, looking stricken, eyes wide with worry that he's overstepped somehow.

"Is that not okay?" Stiles asked.

"No," Derek choked. He didn't want to cry, had cried already earlier. "No, it's perfect."

Stiles smiled again, his entire body relaxing into the bedsheets. "Good," Stiles said as he snuggled into his pillow. Had hadn't let go of Derek's arm though and Derek could feel Stiles' fingers trace over his skin, twisting the edges of Laura's fur lightly.

"You should go to sleep," Derek urged. "Deaton won't be back for a few hours and you need to rest."

"I don't ," Stiles grimaced but his drooping eyelids and steadily increasing yawns betrayed the lie. 

"Shhh," Derek scolded. "I'll be right here. We're not going anywhere. I promise."

Stiles' eyes were only open in slits and his smile was weak as he succumbed to his exhaustion. Derek sat down in the chair beside the bed, nosing at Laura's fur to take in her smell. It was milk sweet, but Derek could also find the salty, spicy hints of Stiles' natural scent intermixed.

"We're not going anywhere, ever," he whispered against Laura's fur.

Re: Some Derek/Stiles post-birth fluff

[anatsuno.livejournal.com]

oh, OH, I had read it on tumblr actually. But tumblr sucks for comments so YAY CROSSPOSTING! <3333
This is lovely. :D