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Procreation Celebration Fest

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!

Procreation Celebration

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.

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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.

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

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!

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

--

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.”

This is fucking adorable and I'm completely in love with your other characters, as you know. Yusuf kills me. KILLS ME. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS!

(Also, don't think I didn't notice that you wrote a reaction fic to the news of a pregnancy. Write what you know, right?)

♥♥♥

SO Awesome! <333

aw!!! That was really funny and sweet!

Heeeeeee! :D

Yusuf is so pissed at Arthur for taking Eames away from him, never mind that it was actually Cobb who came and got him.

Can't slip anything by you, huh? Arthur's sister is totally representing fandom here.

So glad you like it! <333

Thanks! <3

Thanks so much! ♥

Haha! Thanks <3

awww so sweet and funny!! :D

Thank you! ♥

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

Absolutely hilarious.

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.

♥

OMG this is too funny. XD

And I LOVE that you wrote Arthur's sister as a stand-in for fandom. CONGRA- er, this is a good thing, right? /awkward

<3

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!

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

*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.

♥♥♥

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.

YESSSSSSSSS I WANT SO MUCH MORE OF THIS.

ARTHUR, EVERYONE ELSE KNOWS THAT YOU ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER STOP BEING SILLY!!!

UGH. <3 <3 <3

ooohh, this was pretty damn spiff!

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