Kara always yells at her for working so hard while she’s pregnant but she just can’t help it.
She’s going to be a mom.
She ends up spending hours every day making sure that the crib can withstand half-kryptonian baby clumsiness, laser vision, freeze breath, and super strength without causing any potential harm to the baby. It’s completely bulletproof and she manages (her proudest feat in this case) to create a weak, retractable force field overtop of it to catch any floating infants.
When all is said and done, watching her newborn daughter sleep that first night at home, Lena can’t help but think the work was more than worth it.
Juvia awoke in the morning curled up against her husband after a full night of sleep. Their youngest daughter was only just beginning to make it through nights without a fuss, and the feeling of being so well-rested was both foreign and welcome. That being said, she had still awoken before dawn. It was taking some time to get back on a comfortable schedule.
As she snuggled closer to Gray, she felt him shift as well. He turned to face her, eyes foggy with sleep. “‘Morning.”
Juvia smiled. “Good morning.”
“How’d you sleep?”
Juvia took a deep breath, stretching her shoulders and pulling herself farther from her dreams. “Mmm. Good. Too good. Juvia feels like she hasn’t moved in a decade.”
Gray smirked. “Or a full night.”
“Something like that.” Juvia closed her eyes again, leaning into Gray as he wrapped an arm around her. “What about you?”
His words came in a warm breath against her ear that drew a smile to her lips. That her ice mage could be so comfortable never ceased to amuse her. “Fine. I woke up a few times expecting a crying toddler or two, but nothing. I thought I’d woken you up a bit too.”
Juvia glanced up. “Really?’ Her brow furrowed. “Juvia doesn’t remember.”
“That’s good. It means you were probably just talking in your sleep. As usual.”
“Juvia thought she didn’t do that anymore.”
“I think it was just that you weren’t fully falling asleep for five years straight.”
Juvia made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan and nuzzled closer to her husband. “Agh. No more babies.”
Gray made a noise of agreement, tracing his hand down her hair. “Never thought I’d hear that from you. What happened to thirty?”
“Three is enough. Not to mention all our nieces and nephews. Juvia loves our children so much she doesn’t think she has any more room in her heart.”
“Even for me?”
“Of course for you. You were the first.”
Juvia swore she could feel the pride raise in his chest. “Still, I’m pretty sure you’ll always have more room, anyway.”
“Hmm. That might be true. Natsu and Lucy are expecting again after all.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Another one of those brats running around.” But she heard the teasing in his voice.
“Oh, be nice. You adore Nashi.”
“Oh, yes she does. She just doesn’t want to admit it.” Juvia sighed wistfully. “Juvia knows how these things go. Enemies to friends, friends to lovers,” The daydreams drew her as far from sleep as she could be as she sat up to face the dawn. “I can already see their wedding.”
“Juvia, they’re five.”
“It’s never too soon to fall in love.”
Gray didn’t answer, only gazed at the ceiling, an arm still around her waist. She guessed her was still somewhat asleep, even as sunlight began to stream through their bedroom window.
“Gray-sama, look,” She touched his face softly, encouraging him to sit up and follow her gaze.
“Isn’t the sunrise beautiful?” Juvia’s eyes glowed.
“I guess. It happens every morning.”
Juvia smirked and faced him. Juvia sees Gray-sama every morning and you’re still just as beautiful.” His blush and grunt of acknowledgement made her giggle, despite all the years she had seen such a reaction. “Besides. When’s the last time we’ve gotten to watch it like this?” She leaned back against his chest. “We’re always sleeping like the dead or tending to the children.”
Gray only hummed in response, relaxing against her. They rarely got a moment like this, serene and safe, between time spent with their children and fighting with the guild. Juvia swore she’d almost forgotten the feeling, and she treasured it even more for that reason, no less than she treasured the rising sun itself, unhidden by the clouds and the rain.
No less than she treasured her family, who very suddenly and all at once were barging into her room. Ur, their eldest, was holding onto River in the way that young older sisters do, barely able to contain the baby girl that was now nearly half her size. Their brother trailed behind them.
“Mama, River’s awake now, we wanna go to the guild!”
Gray nearly groaned as the quiet peace was broken. Juvia only held slightly more self control. “Oh, darlings, wouldn’t you rather sit with Mama and Papa and watch the sunrise?”
Ur pouted fiercely and impatiently. “We can watch it at the guild, I wanna beat Nashi there!”
Gray gave her a long suffering look, but rolled out of bed after she flashed him a warm smile that told him she had given in to their children’s pleads, as usual.
Their life was anything but relaxing now, and Juvia doubted it ever would be again, at least not for any longer than a few fleeting moments. But it was bright now, and beautiful, fulfilled by their family and their guild, shining beneath dawn-coloured sky.
Draco had always known he wanted to have a child, wife, and a beautiful home. He envisioned his future world where his son would look up to him, similar to how he had done with his own. That his son would forgive him for the terrible things he had once done, that when he shared that part of him that he had done enough good in his life to be seen as a good father.
The day he was handed Scorpius he felt as though a part of him awakened, an instant emotion cascading through his blood as he stared down at the pale baby in his arms. Watching with each day as his son laughed, cried, giggled and smiled.
Draco would be lying to say he didn’t struggle with being in his own mind, a good father because he did. There were nights where his wife would come down their stairs, take the tumbler of Firewhiskey from his hand and escort him to bed. Holding and whispering all the right things that convinced him to sleep and leave the self-loathing behind him. With each milestone reached a new level of hatred rising in himself, reprimanding him for having the life he had that he did not deserve. With each candle blown out with each passing year his son asked him far more questions and he dreaded internally him ever asking what he was like as a child.
Truthfully he knew he had been a rotten child. He had been vile, cruel and obnoxious. He had tortured, near killed fellow students and participated in the killing of an innocent man. By definition, he was a bad person, undeserving of a wife who loved him immensely and a child who wished to be like him.
And then they were told of a second blessing, a blessing that they never thought they would have, knowing their troubles with having Scorpius.
They were pregnant again.
Their pregnancy was different than the previous, her cravings and her manner changed. Draco watched on helplessly as she insisted upon caring for Scorpius without help, the toddler tiring her immensely with each passing day. He helped where he could, trying to bottle his emotions and worries about telling not one child, but two what he had done.
“Am I not asking too much? For too much understanding?” Draco asked his wife one night in bed.
“I think you need to look in the mirror and see the person you’ve become. The person you was would not be in this bed with me, would not have a son and another child on the way. I don’t think you’re asking too much Draco,” her eyes meeting his as she turned on the pillow to face him, “I actually don’t even think you have to ask for anything, you made this life yourself, you weren’t given it.”
He found peace in her words but it never felt enough to shake his worries, deciding to be a good husband and care for his family. His daughter Lyra came into the world a few weeks after their talk in bed. A beauty he never thought he’d see. He came to find that his initial woes of having a baby girl washed away when her first word was “ da-da”, her bright grey eyes on him as she thrust her pale arms up in the air as she swept down to retrieve her. He found himself wrapping her in his arms, playing tea parties and dress up with her just to see her smile.
Even with all of this, a part of him never fully felt whole, he assumed this was to do with his own baggage and view of the world. But when his wife collapsed, his hand wrapped around her frail fingers, her sparkling eyes staring at him full of questions and fear he felt it vanish. Finally accepting what was done was done, that he couldn’t allow this sadness and loathing to ruin any more moments. Draco found something inside of himself that made him able to be there for his wife, telling her the right things, doing the right things. The Healer coming in, his brain already thinking the worst as he was told of their third blessing. A miracle by any means as their previous two pregnancies had done a number on his wife’s body.
She wasn’t as able this time around, something he knew his wife struggled with as she had always prided herself on being ready to conquer anything thrown at her. Her own deep seeded inadequacy causing them both to argue. Their fights starting as something small, that would twist and morph into their own worst fears until he saw the droplets of tears down her face and held her close. That he was failing her. Failing to make her feel like the Queen she was, it eating away at him until he became frustrated and near destroyed the nursery that had taken days to build.
But she came back to him. Her arms wrapped around him as he pathetically sobbed into the brave woman he loved. Her hands on either side of his cheeks, her eyes firmly staring into his as she said,
“You are only human Draco, you made a mistake. If you do not forgive yourself, if you do not try to let it go, it will eat you alive day by day. Use your mistakes as a platform to be better, not to pull yourself down into the depths you made them in..”
That night he lay listening to her sleep, his arm around their daughter after a nightmare, their son eventually sneaking in and laying between them. The moonlight cascading over his family. He thought back to her kind words when he wished to write how sorry he was for the hurt he had caused those at school. How brave she was as she met his parents and stood firmly as they bashed her for being less than they expected. How kind she was to each person that ridiculed her for standing by him, for loving him.
And as the following day, their third miracle was born into the world early he held his wife’s damp hand. Crouching down close to her ear as she looked at him scared for their small baby wrapped in pink blankets, her tiny breaths that sounded pained and forced.
“You, my love make me happy in a way no one else ever could or can. You have given me more than I ever thought I wanted or deserved,” his finger stroking softly their youngest daughters tiny cheek. His eyes moving back to his wife’s. “It may have taken me a decade to realise this but without you I am weak, alone I can do so little, but together we can do so much… we, together, can get through this.”
“You really mean that?” she asked, her eyes full of fear and woe at the prospect of their youngest child’s survival.
“I really do,” Draco smiled. “She’s a fighter, we need to fight for her.”
For the first time in their ten years of marriage, he was truly present. Having forgiven himself and accepting that he too deserves to be happy.
Headcanon that dudley’s daughter cries to sleep the night she gets her hogwarts letter because grandma thinks she’s a freak and grandpa wouldn’t want to visit anymore, but uncle harry calls her and tells her all about the magical world and everything she can do and all the adventures she will go through and that she will be with james and albus and they would make sure she’s okay all the time,then ron takes the phone and is like “don’t worry about what your grandma thinks, she though harry was a freak and he saved the world”.
If I should have a son, who one day comes to me and tells me of the daughter living in those bones - the flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood I will take her chin in gentle hands and kiss her forehead with soft lips. I will whisper nothing but, “You are beautiful. You are beautiful. You are beautiful.” I will bury the ashes of my shattered son, and rise on the wings of my phoenix-born girl. I will speak her chosen name with confidence - I will say it like a prayer each night as I tuck her in to sleep.
If I should have a daughter, who one day comes to me and says there is a boy breathing with those lungs - the ones I built, cell by cell that this chest is heavy with excess tissue, I will show him how to bind it safely, and when he says that this hair grows far too long, I will be the first to grab the scissors. ….Then grab the keys, and take him to a barber who can fix the mess I made - When I made this body with my own, When I lost the blueprints of the person he was meant to be He helped me find them, years after the project was considered a completed success, helped me realize that I am not a perfect architect, but that accidents can be beautiful - My son is not a mistake. Will never be a mistake I pray that he will know, always know, I will move heaven and earth to keep him safe.
If I should someday have a child, who fails to fit into society’s cookie-cutter boxes of gender conformity, I will not blame them for breaking the mold, will not agonize their excess, or lament them not enough. I will pull out my old photos, teach them words like genderqueer and androgyne. I will learn a new language – new pronouns falling from my lips like drops of rain onto parched soil, and they will grow.
Waking up one morning to find your child gone must be one of the most atrocious experiences a parent can live. So it’s not hard to imagine what Louise Bell’s parents felt when the morning of January 4th, 1983, they realized their 10 year old daughter had disappeared during the night. Her sister, who’d been sleeping in the same room, hadn’t woken up, but the open window and other signs pointed to an intruder.
A few days later, a man called a woman who lived in the same neighborhood than the Bells, in Hackam West, South Australia. He told her that he had Louise, that she was happy with him, but she needed medical help. He implied the girl had been raped. To prove what he was saying, the man told this woman where to find Louise’s earrings, hidden in a particular spot. The same woman later found the pajamas Louise had been wearing the night she went missing neatly folded on her lawn.
At the time, this evidence didn’t lead anywhere, and Louise’s case went cold. A known peadophile named Raymond John Geesing was at one point convicted of the crime, but later acquitted. Then, in 1990, a likely suspect appeared. Dieter Pfennig, a math and science teacher who lived in the same neighborhood than Louise, was convicted of the abduction and murder of Michael Black (10), who’d disappeared while fishing. Pfennig also confessed to abducting and raping a 13 year old. He was sentenced to life for those crimes.
It took more than 15 years to find concrete evidence to tie him to Louise’s case, though. New DNA techniques were able to find his in the girl’s pajamas. Pfennig is currently on trial for her murder, and has pled not guilty. Among the witnesses against him are his own daughter and a prison mate who said Pfennig had told him about the murder and that he’d hid her body in the same place as Michael Black’s, who’s never been found, but that he didn’t see a point in telling the location since he’s spending his life in jail anyway.
Vera made her way up the stairs to her girls’ loft. She rarely had nightmares and she couldn’t quite remember the details, but it was bad enough to wake her from a sound sleep. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
Vera: Morning… you girls ready to tend to the garden with me?
She blinked through the fog over her vision and saw their room empty. That was strange. She usually woke before either of them. She felt ticked. Knowing Claudia was probably fishing then already and Claudia probably went out to see her boyfriend fearing she was going to forbid her from seeing him.
Vera: Dang it, you two!
After some thought while isolating herself from her daughters, trying to get to sleep last night, she knew what it was like to fall in love. She couldn’t stop Shellsea from loving someone her whole life. She didn’t feel comfortable with someone knowing of Claudia, but she knew she’d have to stretch a little, for the sake of her daughters’ happiness. She tried not to get her hopes up, but maybe there could even be hope for the future for even Claudia.
Okay, the last Naruto chapter lacked in many interactions we’d like to see, but it left so many doors open for us to wonder and imagine
- Naruto and Himawari, cause you know Himawari is the sweestest thing, that shows Naruto her drawings, Naruto would freaking melt and hang her drawings everywhere and kiss the tip of her tiny nose and make her giggle
- Hinata and Boruto, cause he’s a little brat with Naruto, but with his mother, he’d be so sweet I’m sure and hug her whenever he can (okay maybe not in front of his friends, but at home where it’s safe) he’ll be a momma’s boy I am sure
- Naruto coming home one night, pretty late because of all the work, and he just drops on a chair, exhausted, and Hinata comes behind and massages his tense shoulders and kisses the top of his head and he just melts. Then he asks about the kids and she says they’re in bed already, and he goes and kisses their sleeping children goodnight.
- Sasuke coming back after being who the fuck knows where doing who the fuck knows what, and Sarada kind gives his the cold treatment. Not exactly ignoring, but kind of ‘i don’t care about you’ attitude. Sasuke pretending it doesn’t bother him, but on the inside he’s crushed…
- Sakura wrapping her arms around Sasuke and kissing his cheek saying that Sarada will eventually forget about it
- Sasuke subtly trying to win Sarada’s affection back, going like 'sarada do you want me to teach *insert some ninja thing*?’; 'i kinda bought this book during my trip, I already read it, so you can have it if you want’
- Sarada finally giving in, and Sakura comes home one night to find her daughter in her hudband’s lap, both sleeping and open book on her lap and it’s adorable
- Sarada loves to play with little Himawari, so she goes to her house many times, but first stalking the house to make sure Boruto is not there, cause he’s annoying
- Boruto getting jealous when Himawari starts talking a lot about Sarada, cause 'himawari’s my little sister, not yours!! Get your own!!’
- Sakura and Ino hanging out at the house of one of them, and their kids doing homework together, cause Sarada and Inojin look like the kind of kids who do don’t fuck around in school. Sarada calling Ino aunt Ino, and Inojin calling Sakura aunt Sakura *u*
- The new Ino-Shika-Chou generation hanging out. Inojin constantly stressing cause the other two don’t seem to want do much, but 'Shino-sensei said we should practice this’ or 'mom said we have to learn this’ and the other two are like 'naaaah’, and he’s like 'whyyyy’ (okay we don’t have to imagine this one, it happened, but imagine it happening constantly)
- Shikadai being lazy like his father, but at the same time bossy like his mother, so he’s just like just sitting there, doing nothing, but always having comments like 'no you’re doing it wrong’, 'it’s not like this, it’s like that’, and the other two going insane sometimes, cause 'WHY DON’T YOU DO IT THEN?’
- Shikadai playing Shogi with his uncle Gaara, cause with his dad it’s boring, cause he can never win, but he loves to play it, so Gaara indulges him
- Shikamaru coming home one night tired and frustrated cause Naruto messed something up and he had to stay with him to fix it, and Temari is like 'oh yeah I know how to cheer you up’ and sitting on his lap, going for a hot kiss, but then she notices Shikadai standing there by the door staring, and she’s like 'GODDAMMIT why aren’t you in bed sleeping’ and Shikamaru growning and thinking 'I’m going to send him to the sand village to his uncles for a week or something’
- Kiba is Boruto’s and Himawari’s cool uncle and they love him and akamaru and akamaru’s spawn. He’d be so great playing with them.
- Shino being the weird uncle. But Himawari loves him and she gives him flowers for him and his bugs and Shino definitely tears up, cause she is so sweet and she never forgets him and she pays attention to everything he says
- Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke dumping their kids on Kakashi one day (maybe they go on a double date, maybe they just want their kids to bond with Kakashi) and Kakashi being so done, because Boruto and Sarada are like Naruto and Sasuke at the beginning all over again and he’s too old for that shit now. Himawari is a cute little thing, but she’s so curious, and he has to keep a close eye on her, cause she could dive into his shuriken drawer
- Ino still works at the flower shop ocasionally, and she teached Sai about flowers and how to make arrangements and he actually loved it, so he works for the shop when he has time free as well
Law’s daughter is probably into medical field too. But if her passion lies in something else, she will be really perseverant in learning it.
Will probably turn out as that studious and quiet girl with a hidden fierceness.
Law could be distant sometimes, so his daughter is pretty used to solitude and just being by herself. But she still loves him a lot because she knows her dad actually cares.
People seen as a threat to his daughter mysteriously disappears. Their bodies were never found……
Law’s daughter likes to sneak into his bed at night and snuggles against him. He never complains.
Law’s favorite moments are when he reads her to sleep (not the usual bedtime stories though. He reads his medical journals to her omg this dork) and he gets to enjoy the peaceful times late in the night with his daughter sleeping in his arms.
She takes the habit of her dad calling people’s name followed by -ya. Except Bepo. She calls Bepo “Teddy Bear”.
Precious dork will dote on his daughter for sure.
His favorite way to cheer his daughter up is by using his Devil Fruit power and creates fireworks-like display. Sometimes Marco helps out too.
Ace’s daughter will be doted upon everyone in Whitebeard crew. Try to harm her in any way and there’ll be war.
She’ll be almost immune to hot temperature for being around her dad so much. When everyone is complaining about how hot the weather is, she’ll be running around the deck like a hyperactive squirrel, laughing and poking fun at the nearly-fainting crew members.
Steals her father’s hat for fun and cuddles it on nights Ace can’t sleep with her.
Her deadliest attack is the puppy eyes. It gets her excused for almost literally anything. Oh, and it’s effective for the whole crew.
She gets really shy when Ace introduces her to Luffy. After an hour though, they’re running and jumping around Sunny’s deck like siblings. If she meets Sabo, he will dote on her so much and will be the one she confides in for girls’ talk.
Let’s face it, he would spoil his daughter with lots of things and unlimited amount of money. Designer bags? Buy it. Jewelry? Got it. A nice unhabited island just near Dressrosa with fantastic looking beach? Begin the construction process of Donquixote private villa now.
Will also teach her that she’s someone who is ‘above’ others and not just any average woman ever since she’s young.
Mingo’s daughter will probably turn out to be a spoiled brat, but she would take no shit from anyone and will be a strong & independent girl.
Also very badass and has a whole lot of skills since she has the resources to learn anything she wants to do (I mean, her dad’s a king) from sewing to shooting a target a mile away on bullseye.
Zero fashion sense. Someone please teach these dad and daughter a thing about fashion omg
Pink everywhere. Her room, her clothes, her lipstick, her bedspread, you name it. As her father taught her, ‘pink is a fabulous color befitting for a future queen’.