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

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.

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[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.

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[lindenmae.livejournal.com]

“Is he yours?” Eames asks even though he’s afraid of the answer. In the back of his mind he’d thought he might understand if Arthur ever decided to bed a female for the sake of a child, but now that he’s faced with the idea, he finds he absolutely does not. Arthur is his and he is Arthur's and no one else's.

But Arthur screws his face up like Eames is some kind of idiot for even suggesting the idea and that settles the drumbeat in Eames’s chest just a little bit.

“Of course he isn’t. You can’t get pregnant, Eames. He can’t be mine.”

Arthur’s logic isn’t exactly sound but it puts Eames at ease. “Then whose is he, Arthur?”

Arthur sighs, exasperated. “He’s ours. I took him for us and that makes him ours. Now come here.”

Eames hesitates until Arthur shows a hint of a snarl, then takes a slow step towards the bed and the stolen baby that Arthur probably expects him to hold. He’s still only halfway there when there are footsteps on the marble behind him and Yusuf comes striding into their bedroom with no announcement. Arthur begins to growl and clutches the baby tightly to his chest.

“You may growl at me all you like, Arthur, but he needs to eat and Mal is the only female producing milk in the compound at the moment. You’ll have to move closer to the nursery if he is to feed at regular intervals unless one of the two of you begins lactating. And I don’t think it will be you,” Yusuf sniffs, eyeing Arthur’s flat chest and tiny nipples. He cuts his eyes to Eames, whose chest is covered by a threadbare cotton tunic, but his nipples are distinctly prominent even beneath the cloth. “Perhaps you,” he says, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Eames takes a step back towards the doorway, ready to flee. “Yusuf, why are you acting as if it is alright that Arthur has stolen someone’s child?”

“Hmm?” Yusuf mutters, still eyeing Eames’s chest. “Because he hasn’t stolen him. The mother died during the birth.”

“And what about the father?” Eames persists.

“Nash would have killed him,” Arthur growls. “So I took him.”

“Did you kill Nash, Arthur?” Eames wouldn’t actually be too disappointed to hear it if he has.

“I broke his nose,” Arthur snorts. “And his arm.”

“And his collarbone,” Yusuf adds. “It’s not that uncommon, Eames. Do calm down. Nash isn’t fit to raise a cub. He might have tried to kill the boy even had the mother survived. Arthur can’t have cubs of his own because you’re both male but he’s an alpha and inclined to be paternal. It’s only natural he felt protective of the cub and saved him from his father.”

“We’re his fathers,” Arthur growls.

“Yes, now you are. There’s very little chance of Nash trying to claim the child now that Arthur has and they’re half-brothers, so there’s a very good possibility the boy will end up resembling Arthur anyway.”

That seems to calm Arthur down and he returns to rocking the child in his arms happily, smiling and cooing at the little bundle in a way that is so entirely unlike him that Eames is honestly a bit worried the Hound may have lost his mind again while Eames was gone.

“Do you really think Eames will be able to suckle him,” Arthur asks suddenly, not looking up from the baby. His dimples are on full display. It’s always surprising to Eames how soft and innocent they look creasing his cheeks right next to his knife-sharp fangs.

“No!” Eames protests at the same time that Yusuf says, “It’s uncommon but entirely possible.”

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it, Eames?” Arthur asks softly and when he looks up at Eames his eyes are hooded and he looks so happy and Eames does not think it would be particularly nice, but he can’t say no to Arthur.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to because the baby, who has been alternately whimpering and crying since Eames burst through the door, begins to scream in earnest now.

“He’s most likely hungry,” Yusuf says then, busying himself by gathering blankets from a chest in the corner of their room. “We’ll need to get down to the nursery. I’ll create a formula for him that we can use to supplement natural milk so that Mal’s cub doesn’t end up weaker for having to share.”

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[anne-jumps.livejournal.com]

Yesss I love that verse.

LJ declared the last part spam for some reason? So here it is again.

[lindenmae.livejournal.com]

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With that, Yusuf bustles out the door, not even looking over his shoulder to make sure that they’re following. Eames is still at a loss, still hasn’t even looked at the child properly. He never thought Arthur meant any of what he said about wanting a baby, never thought he would leave one day and come back to Arthur having taken one. But in reality nothing has gone how Eames might have anticipated since he set foot in the city. He found out the Highland Hounds were real only moments before he was being mated by one and he didn’t think he would ever fall in love with anyone but he has, madly in love, and now this. He doesn’t know how he feels about having fatherhood sprung on him, but it isn’t going to change now. Arthur is the most stubborn creature Eames has ever encountered. He’s claimed this baby as his and anything that is Arthur’s is Eames’s as well.

“Take him,” Arthur commands suddenly, rising from the bed and holding the bundle out to Eames. When Eames doesn’t take it from him immediately, Arthur lets loose a quick growl, impatient. So Eames reaches for the writhing, screaming bundle and once he’s taken him, Arthur slips off the bed, content, and strides easily out of the room, half-naked and splattered with blood that isn’t his. Eames silently marvels at the awkward times that Arthur is still able to take his breath away.

He finally looks at the tiny creature that can make Arthur smile so widely, this little thing that is supposed to be his now. He is impossibly fragile and red in the cheeks from the effort of screaming his little lungs out. Eames lodges the bundle firmly in the crook of one elbow and brings a finger up to the baby's mouth to give him something to suck on until he can latch onto a teat. He quiets immediately, lips closing around the tip of Eames's finger. He's warm and fits perfectly against Eames's chest and Eames suddenly, desperately never wants to let him go. There is a shock of thin, brown hair curling atop the baby’s head and when he opens his eyes, they are large and dark brown and nearly identical to Arthur’s. Eames’s heart skips a beat the second the cub looks at him, eyes blurry with tears and saliva dribbling from his toothless mouth and Eames understands why Arthur took him, why Arthur would protect him. Because he is so vulnerable and so lovely and without them, without his fathers, he could never survive.

"Eames"

Arthur is standing in the open air of the courtyard, arms crossed over his lean chest, the lines of his strong thighs almost visible beneath through the thin material draped over his hips.

"Eames, come here. Bring me my cub."

"Our cub, Arthur," Eames amends softly.

Arthur grins, reaching out as Eames approaches to run the pads of his fingers over Eames's shoulders and his collarbone and then his neck. Arthur is always so tactile and it sends a shiver down his spine. He looks at his Hound and purses his lips when Arthur's fingertips press against them, his Hound who nearly killed his own brother to save this baby so that they could have a child, whose skin is still mottled with the blood of his brother and the poor mother and who Eames loves impossibly, and the baby begins wailing again between them. Eames has never been happier.

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[eternalsojourn.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. I love everything about this concept and I love the start. Thank you so much for sharing this! I'm eagerly anticipating more. In the meantime, I'll just appreciate that you've made Nash out to be not a good guy, but not quite the incompetent sleaze he sometimes is depicted as. And I love how Arthur just does stuff like this. :D

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[lindenmae.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! And congratulations again!

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[wlprocrastinate.livejournal.com]

aawwww! I request more of this!!! They're absolutely adorable!