his newborn son

It’s her, but it’s not her ! 1/2 - Bruce Wayne/Batfam x Reader

Summary : Bruce and the batkids are thrown into an alternate reality where their wife/mother, “the Batmom”…isn’t theirs, but Superman’s. Needless to say, they can’t wait to get home. 

I can’t help but feel like I could’ve write something better around that idea…might re-write everything at some point, because meh. Hope you’ll still like it :/.

PART 2 !

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His worst nightmare was unfolding in front of him. 

Or, at least, one of his worst nightmare. 

She was kissing him. And from the look of it, it wasn’t just a chaste little kiss, or a small peck on the lips…No, it was a full on make-out session right there. 

After yet another Justice League problem, Batman and his kids accidentally travelled to another dimension, exchanging their place with the Dark knight and his sidekicks from this World. They were currently in the JLA’s headquarters. Bruce was expecting things to be different, but he never thought about his wife being…Superman’s. 

Or at least, it was his girlfriend, given the fact that he was eating her face since they arrived. They didn’t even notice them entering, accompanied with Diana, Dinah, Arthur and Oliver. Usually, Bruce was the one kissing you passionately and making everyone uncomfortable (he wasn’t much for PDA, but you didn’t give a flying fuck about it, and he could never resist you…). 

Diana cleared her throat…and you and Clark didn’t move at all, still kissing each others. The amazon turned to Bruce and his sons, and, with an apologetic look, said : 

-I’m sorry. They were both on missions for the past month, they hum…missed each other I guess…

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Inspired by this post, a small fic on Bad Bob just trying to be the best dad he can be. Could also be seen as a companion to Coach. Also on AO3…  

Bob had grown up in locker rooms. The majority of his life was spent surrounded by the sweaty stink of post-game adrenaline, the raucous laughter, the camaraderie. And he loved it… for the most part.

There was the part of it, however, he didn’t like, didn’t particularly care to join in on. Prejudice of any kind had no place in Bob Zimmermann’s heart. When a distasteful joke was made, he retreated into himself. Excused himself to go shower or meet his parents – and later, Alicia.

Alicia was quite vocal many times saying, “If you had been a stereotypical jock I would never have given you the time of day.”

Bob nodded, and didn’t think he was being or not being anything in particular. He just preferred to judge people by their actions and their heart – and nothing else.

Alicia loved his gentle nature, which was a stark contrast to the person he was on the ice. While he was Bad Bob Zimmermann on the ice, off the ice Bob opened doors for little old ladies, he stopped to pet random dogs on the street, he called his parents every Sunday, made corny jokes, and enjoyed cooking for the people he loved.

When Jack came along one hot August morning, Bob held his newborn son as tears flowed freely down his face.

“He’s perfect, Alicia,” Bob murmured as he pressed a kiss onto the baby’s head.

Alicia hummed and closed her eyes, full of exhaustion and bliss.

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anonymous asked:

How about the guys' babies saying their first word? Bonus if it's addressing their father! :D

This turned out a lot cuter than anticipated. I am low key dying. 


Lucis’s King trudged into his chambers, pulling the double doors shut behind him.

Paperwork.  Mountains and mountains of paperwork. The workload increased day by day. 

Noctis’s exhausted eyes searched through the darkness of his bedroom to find his wife sound asleep curled up in their bed. He huffed out a sigh of disappointment. A nonpolitical conversation the King held was his Queen was becoming a true rarity. Noctis hated it.

What he hated more was being separated from his newborn son, Corrin. He only nearing the age of 10 month and Noctis felt as if he never was allowed enough time with the young prince. It destroyed him. 

As tired as he was, Noctis mustered enough energy to press on with a soft tiptoe toward Corrin’s crib situated only a few feet away from his mother’s side of their double bed. 

The child laid safety in his crib, but laid wide awake. His bright blue eyes remained open as he searched over the chocobo themed mobile that leisurely spun above him.

Noctis peered loving down at his son. 

The instant his father came into view Corrin let out an elated coo. 

“Hey, Cor,” Noctis whispered, a smiling slowly crawling on his face. “How are you doing? Why are you awake so late?” He lowered his left hand into the crib. Corrin instinctively reached out and wrapped his tiny fingers around Noctis’s thumb. A chuckle passed through Noctis’s lips. “I missed you today.”

“D-d-d” Corrin began to stutter. 

“Yeah?” Noctis muttered encouragingly. The baby had been threatening to utter his first words for the past few days, but never was able to sputter a full word.  Only the simple sounds of letters. 

“Dada!” Corrin exclaimed with a happy shriek. 

“Hm?” The Queen grumbled at the sound of her child. 

“Dada!” Corrin repeated again as if he was more sure of himself. Noctis’s lips parted. “

“Yes, Corrin,” he praised, unable to wipe the proud grin off his face. 

The future King of Lucis had finally muttered his first words…


Ever since gaining their pediatricians approval, Prompto took 10 month old Ilaria to Wiz’s Chocobo Post nearly four times a week. It offered the perfect photo opportunities as it gave a wonderful reason for Ilaria to show off her nearly toothless smile while she giggled endlessly at the great birds. 

“There y’all are! It was gettin’ late. I was wondering if something came up,” Wiz greeted Prompto and Ilaria, who sat safely in Prompto’s arms as they approached the post. 

“Sorry for making you worry, Wiz. Ilaria is getting a new tooth and she’s been hurting a lot today. We were thinking about not coming and letting her rest, but I decided she needed some cheering up,” Prompto explaining, not even flinching as his daughter began to pull at his blonde locks.

“Aw, poor girl. Well, there ain’t nothin’ a chocobo can’t fix. Come on over,” Wiz gestured for the father and daughter duo to follow.

“Come on, Ilaria. Let’s get you to some chocobos ASAP,” Prompto pushed himself forward following Wiz to the stables. Once the yellow birds came into view Ilaria cooed in excitement and clapped her hands together in pure joy.

“There’s that smile I love!” Prompto exclaimed happily. 

“Kweh!” The familiar cries of the chocobos filled their ears as the entered the stable.

“Chobo! Oco! Chobo!” Ilaria cried with a happy shriek. 

Prompto eye’s widened as he shot a surprised look at Wiz. 

“Well I’ll be,” Wiz chuckled lowly, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Her first word!” Prompto gasped excitedly, putting Ilaria down on the stable ground and reached for his camera that was strapped on his side. Ilaria clumsily began to waddle forward and then tumbled onto her butt. The fall didn’t phase her, she simply crawled forward on her hands and knees to the nearest chocobo. The yellow bird leaned his head down to nuzzle the child. 

“Chobo! Oco!” Ilaria repeated, hugging the birds beak.

Prompto swiftly snapped the picture of the adorable moment. “Not exactly ‘chocobo’ but… I’ll take it! Wait till her mom hears about this!”


It was not unusual for the two men of the Amicitia household to take a nap together. After a long work out, Gladio retrieve Aster from his crib and take him to the couch. There, Gladiolus would lay on his back while his son sprawled against his chest. Within minutes, the boys would be out like a light. 

Aster and Gladiolus had all too much in common. Their urge to snore was one similarity. While Gladio’s snore was harsh and roaring, Aster’s snore was sweet, and hushed… but clearly noticeable. Gladio’s harsh snore never phased his child from his sleep… unlike his wife…

“Hun,” his wife’s familiar, sweet voice stirred him from his nap. “Gladio, it’s almost time for dinner.” Her light fingers tracing the skin of his upper arm. 

With a yawn, Gladio’s amber eyes fluttered open. “Alright,” he complied sleepily. Aster began to stir as well. “C’mon little buddy, time to get you fed,” Gladio took his son into his arms and carried him into the kitchen. 

“Glad Dad!” 

The sound of sudden hysterical laughter escaped his wife’s lips. “Oh my goodness, did he just say what I though he said?” 

“Glad dad!” Aster repeated, proud of the reaction he elicited from his mother.

“Heh,” Gladio chortled. “Nice job, buddy,” a sense of warm pride filled Gladio’s heart as he pressed his lips against his son’s cheek.


The only Ignis allowed a mess in his kitchen was when young Aleena wished to play by banging on the pots and pans. She always sat at the edge of the kitchen with numerous sets of metal bowls, pots, and plastic Tupperware lying out before her with a wooden spoon in hand.

Hearing his daughter making the strangest of music always made Ignis chuckle as he prepared dinner for the evening.




“What a lovely song, Aleena,” Ignis complimented as he busied himself at the stove as he created stir fry for the evening’s meal.

Aleena giggled with joy at her fathers compliment and continued to hit the materials laid out before her with her spoon. 

With each and every sound that echoed through the kitchen, an excited squeal escaped the baby girl’s mouth. It was true music to Ignis’s ears. 

“Darling! I think we are raising an upcoming musician!” Ignis called to his wife who was busy in the laundry room across the apartment. 

“I hear!” His wife responded enthusiastically. 

“Daaaaaaddy!” Aleena began to sing loudly as she rhythmically hit a metal stirring bowl over and over. 

Ignis turned to face the sound of his daughter’s voice, his lips parting in utter surprise. “Did you hear that?” Ignis called out to his wife once more. 

“Yes, I did!” His wife sounded much closer than before. “How sweet, Aleena,” his wife muttered. He could only assume that she hoisted their child into her arms, as the loud banging halted. “Your first word is ‘daddy.’ That’s so cute,” his wife gushed. “Look at how big your father is smiling now.”

“Daddy!” She exclaimed with a sweet coo.

Ignis didn’t even realize the large grin on his face before his wife pointed it out to him. 

“I have no knowledge of babies” - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

#9. Shopping for baby supplies. Yay some more Sherlock ! I fucking love that show…anyway, I really hope Sherlock isn’t OOC, I really tried to make it as in character as possible…AS USUAL, ANY FEEDBACK IS WELCOME :DI really hope you guys will like it : 

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Before meeting you, Sherlock never thought about having children. 

Hell, he never even thought about having sex at all ! It just wasn’t something that ever interested him. He always pegged such activities as a big waste of time, utterly useless. And yet, when he met you, all of his strong beliefs in the subject shattered. He already felt very strange when he met “the woman”, Irene Adler, but you ? Oh it was something else. 

For starter, you were way smarter than Irene, and that was saying a lot. You often found solutions to problems before Sherlock, which he thought was infuriating…and yet which also made him extremely attracted by you. You quickly plagued his every thoughts, and he found himself craving for your presence more than once. When he confessed those weird things he was feeling to John, the ex-military doctor chuckled and told him :

-There’s nothing weird in what you’re feeling Sherlock, you’re probably just sapiosexual. Which would explain a lot. 

-Excuse me ?

-You’re sexually attracted by intelligence. Only, so far, you never met anyone that was smart enough to take your fancy.

-My brother is more intelligent than me and I don’t… 

-…Of course you had to make it weird. You know damn well what I mean, and you’re lying to yourself if you say you don’t feel something when (Y/N) is around. 

-I feel things alright, I just don’t know how to explain them.

-Some feelings cannot be explain. They’re just there. In your heart, in your mind, everywhere in your being. 

-That’s ridiculous. 

-Whatever you say Sherlock, whatever you say. 

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Just about every day, genetic counselor Shawn Fayer heads to the maternity ward at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston and tries to convince new parents to give him a blood sample.

Fayer is offering gene sequencing for newborns. It gives parents a tantalizing look at their baby’s genetic information.

New parents Lauren and Ian Patrick, from Marion, Mass., were excited when they were first approached earlier this month.

“My initial reaction — why wouldn’t someone do this? Why wouldn’t they want the information?” Ian Patrick says as he cradles his newborn son, Finn. “For me, more information is better, even if it’s not always good.”

If his parents sign him up, Finn would join the BabySeq project, an NIH-funded study led by Dr. Robert Green, a medical geneticist at Brigham and Women’s Hospital. With genetic testing getting cheaper and cheaper, Green wants to figure out what happens when parents know their child’s genetic blueprint from day one.

Would You Want To Know The Secrets Hidden In Your Baby’s Genes?

Illustration: Scott Bakal for NPR

Astray 1/7

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request:  badboy taehyung !!! y/n likes him makes him sure of it kinda clingy he gets sick of it tells her to piss off and angsty stuff he gets jealous when y/n starts hanging out with another guy and so confesses in a cliche badboy way

Word count: 5293

A/N:  I really liked this request so I ended up making a series… It should be about 7 parts… I hope you enjoy it! Let me know! 

The sun had barely come out. The breeze was cold but already announced the colors of a warm spring. Still, Taehyung’s body asked from something less pure and plane than fresh air. He felt his cheeks cold and stiff as he walked, seemingly aimlessly. It had been a tough morning like they typically were, and he couldn’t get out of that house fast enough. Sometimes he even wondered why he bothered to come back. Those thoughts often invaded his mind and it made him feel frustrated and angry.

He pursed his lips, desperate to find some distraction from the bitterness that impregnated his thoughts.  He looked down to the floor as he searched for a cigarette and a lighter in his back pocket. He placed the butt of the cigarette between his lips and lit it up. As soon as in inhaled, the smoke invaded his body with a warm, almost sweet sensation. It was a familiar feeling that although never really emptied his mind from the sour thoughts of his reality, it always managed to numb the anger.

He continued walking, a path he knew too well he wondered for a second if he should continue walking in the direction he was going, or if it was time he made an appearance in school because, even if it was just for protocol at this point, they still called his house when he skipped too many classes. Every time they did, it only sparked more tension with his mom and stepfather, it made him instinctively knock over a can of red bull that had been left on the sidewalk for no reason. He hit with such strength that the remaining liquid inside the can flew all over the place, getting not only his old boots wet but also the legs of a girl that had just crossed to the same sidewalk as him at the wrong moment.

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Buddhism: The Hard Questions

  • So, if Buddhism teaches us that the key to enlightenment is the cessation of desire and full acceptance of inevitable change including the fact that everything we hold dear will be taken from us then is this not the same as saying the key is not to want anything and not to care what happens?
  • Is the Buddhist path a path to happiness or just numbness? 
  • Is the Buddhist path something that can be achieved by regular people or is it just another one of those impossible religious standards that nobody can possibly meet except the rare saint?
  • How can the realization that all will be lost possibly make anybody happy much less enlightened?
  • Is enlightenment any more real than heaven or hell?
  • Why would anybody want to live without desires? Isn’t love a desire?
  • Does acceptance that we are going to lose everything make these losses less painful? How would this lessen my pain if my beloved dog was run over?
  • We all know we are going to die. Everybody dies. We have no choice but to accept this fact but does this acceptance in any way make death less frightening? According to Buddhism, it should but it doesn’t does it?
  • Where is the comfort in Buddhism? At least the Abrahamic religions hold out the remote possibility of immortality. Isn’t this far more comforting?
  • If Buddhism is a peaceful religion then why were the Buddhist nations of  China, Japan, Vietnam, Cambodia, and others so militant historically?
  • Why do Buddhists put little kids into monasteries before they even have a basic understanding of the world much less Buddhism?
  • Aren’t Buddhist monks living useless and selfish lives by living on charity so they can reach enlightenment?
  • If Buddhism is non-materialistic then why are people in Buddhist countries like China, Japan, and South Korea so materialistic?
  • Isn’t reincarnation just a way of keeping the poor people in their place by making them focus on the next world just like Christianity does?
  • Didn’t the Buddha abandon his family including his newborn son and leave his elderly father alone to eventually lose his kingdom?
  • Didn’t the Buddha refuse to ordain women at first? Aren’t women still second class citizens in most Buddhist traditions?
  • If the Buddha was just a teacher then why are there so many miracle stories associated with him? Why do people pray to his idols?
  • How is just sitting quietly going to accomplish anything? In fact isn’t it true that most of the world’s Buddhists don’t meditate?
  • Isn’t possible that the Buddha only wanted people to be compassionate and kind and the rest of the stuff is just window dressing?
  • Isn’t it true that the discourses attributed to the Buddha are often vague and even contradictory? Example: the Buddha instructs us not to believe something just because he or another teacher says it but in another discourse identifies doubt as a hindrance to the attainment of enlightenment. Is this correct?
  • Isn’t it true that Buddhism romanticizes poverty? How is this a good thing?
Do You Believe in Miracles?

Characters: CastielXPregnant!Reader, ft. Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1135

A/N: Drabble request from anonymous – “Could you please do an imagine where the reader is pregnant with twins (boy and girl) and Castiel is happy yet worried cause the babies are Nephilim.” Well, this one went in a bit of an interesting direction. Fluff, descriptions of child birth (nothing super intense), perhaps ever-so-slightly angsty in the middle, and then even more fluff, cause fluff.

Originally posted by princesscas

“She’s an angel.” Castiel stared awestruck at the sticky squirming pink newborn held in his trembling arms.

“Yeah man, she’s beautiful,” Dean agreed, squeezing his friend on the shoulder before aiding in the angel’s awkward attempt to swaddle his infant daughter. Dean grimaced at the total ineptitude of Cas’ swaddling ability, gently prying the baby out of his fumbling arms to wrap her securely, “No offense, but she’s lucky she got her mother’s looks.”

“No Dean,” Cas corrected, shaking his head, tone disbelieving, “I mean she’s an actual angel.”

“You mean?” Dean’s jaw slackened askance.

“She’s not a Nephilim.” The wash of joy and relief flooding Cas’ expression was short-lived, drowned out by your renewed screams in the adjoining room.

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Baby’s Home

Originally posted by barcncorbin

Summary - Baby’s first day at home 

Pairing - Baron Corbin X Female Reader + son

WordCount - 968

Requested by - Anon 

Written by - Tacha

Key - Y/S/N - Your Son’s Name’s

A/N - A Marty Scurll Fic is coming soon….

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Baron carried the tiny bundle in his arms as he carried his newborn son over the threshold into the house. He slowly rocked Y/S/N slowly into his. When people had spoke about parenting being one of instinct he didn’t believe them but as soon as Y/S/N was born everything changed. Baron noticed whenever Y/S/N moved or when he cried what his son wanted. He couldn’t explain it. He just knew. 

Y/S/N birth had been complicated. Eventually, you had required surgery and while you recovered you were limited to do very little and to rest as much as possible. Baron had already covered that he wanted you to travel with him for as long as possible but WWE had graciously had given him the time off so he could look after you. 

You slowly walked behind Baron feeling glad to be home. Yet when you entered the living room you signed. Of course, you and Baron had not gotten around to opening Y/S/N’s gifts from the baby shower. Your entire pregnancy had seemed like a blur and soon enough you were in the hospital and Y/S/N was born. 

“So what do you want me to do?” You asked Baron, he turned ninety degrees before raising an eyebrow at you. 

“Is that a trick question? Baby that best be a trick question. You were told to rest which is exactly your going to do. Now I don’t mind where you decide to rest but you’re not doing a thing.” 


“No but’s. Let me take care of everything…now go upstairs get changed and get your butt into bed” You tried to protest again but Baron shook his head. You eventually gave up and headed upstairs. 

Baron looked down at his young son who was asleep in his arms. His small chest rising up and down. Baron smiled before he leant down and rested his forehead against his. 

“What do you say we go keep your Mum company?” Baron kissed his son’s forehead before very cautiously heading upstairs to join you. 

Baron entered your shared bedroom, he noticed you were sitting in bed staring intently at a rectangular box in the corner. He knew what you were thinking. You wanted to construct together whatever was in that box. Why did he have to fall in love with someone who didn’t understand what resting meant? Yet Baron wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

“What’s in the box?” Baron questioned as he walked into the room, you jumped as Baron broke your concentration, Baron slowly sat down on the bed. 

“The crib that we were supposed to put up. The one that was going to go in here. There was so much we didn’t do.”  

“Well, that’s because we’re bad at organising things Don’t worry about it. I’ll get the crib made up while you rest.” While the thought of Baron putting up the crib helped with the overpowering feeling that there was still so much you had to do. You were already bored and restless, you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.

“Baron….you know I can’t just sit down and do nothing.” Baron sat for a moment or two when suddenly an idea popped into his head. He needed to find you something to do which meant you were preoccupied but not doing anything the doctor hadn’t instructed you to do. 

“If I bring you up some of the baby shower presents, will you promise me that if anything is too heavy or puts you in discomfort in any way you will stop.” You nodded your head, Baron passed you Y/S/N before heading downstairs to begin to carry everything up to you.  

Baron watched you holding your small son, once Y/S/N had woken up from his nap you had instantly become distracted from your previous task. Baron had been keeping up his promise and was in the middle of putting up the crib. He thought the first one was complicated however the second appeared to be even more complicated with even more parts. 

“You know we’re going to have to figure out what were going to take for Y/S/N since you’re so insistent on us travelling with you,” You perked up as you gently stroked Y/S/N’s cheek, cooing at him softly. 

“Your damn right I want you both travelling with me. I can’t go a week without seeing you and I’m not even thinking about spending any more amount of time away from Y/S/N then I have too. We’re get everything sorted.” Shaking your head you looked up at Baron. 

“I can just imagine you walking into Smackdown with a diaper bag over your shoulder.” Baron wouldn’t admit it to you but he couldn’t wait to take Y/S/N to Smackdown for the first time. So everyone could see. When Baron mentioned everyone he meant everyone. He wanted the sound guys, the tech guys, the referees, management and the other Superstars to see his boy. If Y/S/N one day decided to be a WWE Superstar just like his Dad then he was going to teach him everything he knows. 

The first time Baron walked into Smackdown with Y/S/N would be one of the proudest moments of his life. 

“Baby you best better have the camera rolling when that happens because I want to remember that moment.” You looked at Baron before rummaging through one of the boxes that hadn’t been wrapped before pulling out a baby onesie. 

“Perhaps Y/S/N could wear this.” You threw the onesie, Baron smiled when it reflected one of his own shirts. 

“You got these made?” You nodded. 

“I got onesies, shirts, vests made in multiple sizes. Guess your not the lone wolf anymore.” You teased yet Baron stopped what he was doing, got up and walked over towards you and Y/S/N. 

“Wolves are pack animals anyway.” 

Let’s stop this nonsense. This isn’t football, there are no teams. We are the team: it’s the United States. Don’t let their partisan squabbles divide us on something every decent person wants.

[…] No parent should ever have to decide if they can afford to save their child’s life.


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An emotional opening monologue for Jimmy Kimmel Live after his newborn son needed open heart surgery at 3 days old. (x)

Galra Keith Theory

:- Keith doesn’t have a “mother”. It’s a lie.
- The Galra went to earth, but before colonizing the planet, they wanted to be sure about what to do with the population: would the humans be useful to enhance somewhat the powerful Galra race? or would they be useless?
- To know this they infiltrated and abducted some specimen.
- Texas Kogane (this is what i’m calling him until they say his name) was abducted too. He was experimented upon (not like Shiro, they needed him well) and they took his dna. Keith is the first succesful human/galra hybrid.
-Texas didn’t know he had a son, at first.
- The Blade of Marmora broke in the facility where Texas and Keith were kept. One of the Blades freed Texas and helped him escape, but first they told him he had a biological son, and that he needed to take him.
- While Texas tried to take Keith, the Blade defended him from Zarkon’s soldiers, but they were wounded. the other blades had left.
-The Blade and Texas with Keith in his arms stole a pod and went back to Earth. Texas took the Blade and his newborn son to his house.
-Texas had to handle both a crying baby he didn’t know how to feed and an injuried alien.
- The Blade knew they were about to die.
- They talked to Texas.
-” Human, they’re going to chase you. Your son is the first succesful hybrid experiment and they are going to want him back. Run away, hide. Take my blade: he will be able to use it. Its not much, but its all i can do for you.”
- The Blade died. Texas was left alone with an alien corpse to bury, an hybrid child he didn’t know how to handle and this strange blade.
- As the years passed, Texas changed his name and moved from city to city to avoid suspects. Keith began to ask questions.
- “ Dad? Where is my mom?”
- How could he tell his son the truth? He was just a child, his life was already too complicated. So he lied, hoping he would never had to tell the truth.
- He told Keith that his mother was away for job reasons.
-Texas was more and more concerned about Keith as he grew older: when were the galra gonna come to take him away? He could not bear the tought of his child defensless against them.
- So he taught him how to fight, close range and with blades.
- When Keith was good enough at combat, he gave him the blade.
- To make sure Keith didn’t lose it, he needed to create an emotional connection, so he said him the blade was is mother’s and that she gave it to him to keep him safe.

/this theory was born chatting with @albino-pony , in between hamilton references and talking trash about terrible fashion trends./

Bonus theory:

[The Law Of Being A Parent]

Series: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood
Pairing: Edwin.

Summary: In exchange for the bundle of life in his hands, Edward would give up his body, his heart, his soul, and more. Thus was the law of…being a parent. 

A/N: I’m currently re-watching FMAB (I’m on episode 10) so I’ll be writing little snippets here and there as the feels return to me in tides of anguish and joy. Slowly familiarising myself with the characters and plot so until then, please excuse any mistakes. Haha.  

It was the early hours of the morning when Winry, forehead beading with sweat, eyes heavy with fatigue, presented a bundle of cloth in her hands. The bed creaked as she flopped back against the headboard, nursing their new child in her arms. Edward could only stare at the wriggling cloth, taking in the small size of it and the peculiar sounds escaping from the bundle. 

Watching Winry give life to a new person – to an entirely functional human being – was enough to make the most dedicated alchemist believe in the presence of God. Where once he had failed, losing limbs and a brother, Winry had just succeeded. 

Their son reached out with a wrinkled palm, so tiny and vulnerable, that at first he didn’t see it. Surprised, Edward let their son’s fingers wrap clumsily around his index finger. The sensation alone filled him to the brim with love – so much of it, in fact, that the only fair response would be to send it right back. Back, into the heart of his firstborn child. 

‘He’s so tiny, brother,’ Alphonse said, averting Edward’s gaze to the back of the room.

‘When did you get here, Al?’ he asked, barely noticing the half-open door behind him. 

‘How are you feeling, Winry?’ Alphonse asked, directing his attention on the mother of Ed’s child. ‘It was a long night.’

‘I’m fine,’ Winry laughed, rocking their son in her arms. ‘I’ve stayed up far longer than this.’

Edward’s mind flickered back to the days when Winry had spent hours – nights – fixing his automail. 

‘Now it’s brother’s turn to do the all-nighters,’ Alphonse laughed. 

Edward felt a deliberate, almost calculating chill dance between the bumps of his spine. 

Winry’s lips threatened a smile. ‘The law of equivalent exchange,’ she said, throwing his own words back at him. ‘For every month I was pregnant, you have to wake up to take care of the baby.’

Edward’s jaw dropped. ‘I thought parenting was an equal partnership!’

Winry let out a flutter of laughter that made his heart sing. ‘I just hope this little one drinks his milk and grows quickly. Unlike his father.’

Edward recoiled as though punched by an invisible fist. ‘What is this? Pick on Ed day?’

Alphonse let out a hearty laugh behind him. ‘Aren’t you going to hold him?’

Edward glanced at the bundle in Winry’s arms. Without a word, his wife – and now the mother of his child – held their son out for him to take. Withdrawing the bundle of life against his chest, Edward felt a swell of pleasure, of affection and unbridled joy, come pouring out in tears that trickled down his cheeks. 

‘You’re amazing, Winry,’ he mumbled. 

When he glanced up, Winry had averted her gaze, seeming embarrassed by the compliment. Grinning to himself, Edward stared at the tiny face of his newborn son. He wondered what the future held for his child, what kind of life he would lead. What kind of mistakes he would make.

And then Edward made a promise to himself – that he would always be there, no matter what, to protect his child. Though he couldn’t prevent him from making mistakes, he could be there to support and encourage him. Hopefully, that would be enough. 

‘Are you crying, brother?’ Alphonse asked, stepping forward to get a look at his nephew.

Edward shook his head. ‘Somethin’ in my eye. That’s all.’

‘The human body is incredible, isn’t it?’ Alphonse praised.

Winry leaned back against the headboard and momentarily closed her eyes. ‘It’s something, all right.’ 

As Winry succumbed to exhaustion, Alphonse took a moment to cover her with the blankets and lay her down in the bed. Meanwhile, Edward was fascinated by the expressions of his newborn son. In exchange for the bundle of life in his hands, Edward would give up his body, his heart, his soul, and more. 

Thus was the law of…being a parent.

Somewhere in the box of old photos Eliza keeps on the self in her room, promising herself she’ll put in an album one day, theres a picture of an exhausted but happy looking college age Alex, in an oversized hoody and baggy jeans and a quickly disintegrating messy bun, looking like he hasn’t slept in a month. He’s sitting back in his favourite wingback chair in their favourite coffee place that was always a little hipster and the music was always a little avant guard but they didn’t mind. With one hand he’s typing the last draft of his master’s thesis on an ancient laptop, balanced on the arm of the chair. And with the other he’s protectively holding a tiny three day old Philip against his chest as his little newborn son sleeps contentedly and drools on his Pops’ shirt. 

That’s Eliza’s favourite of all the photos in that box.