Five Acts Thingie
1. Make list of your five favorite themes/kinks etc. to read about ( this list can help), with the fandoms you'd like to read about them in.
2. Post the list.
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4. Play as inspired :)
MY LIST
1. AUs
2. Fatherhood/Good with children
3. Fluff/Schmoop
4. Hurt/Comfort
5. Happy Endings (to stories)
MY SHIPS
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“Hey,” Zach said brightly, and then resumed his encouraging, contented murmur. “That’s your Uncle Christopher. Okay, not uncle, that sounds… bad in a way that you won’t understand for a long time. We’ll rethink the titles. But that is Chris right there. He’s going to teach you to wear a lot of ugly plaid and play the guitar. You’ll probably be a lesbian.” A beat, while Chris fought back his snickers and Zach, apparently, realised what he’d said. “Which will be perfectly wonderful, of course, and your daddy will be just as proud of you whether you’re lesbian or bisexual or, well, straight. And you could be a boy, I suppose, which would also be excellent. I wanted to know your sex, you know, but your mommy wants it to be a surprise…”
“You’re babbling, Zachman,” Chris felt compelled to point out.
Zach lifted his head long enough to spare Chris an evil look.
“Okay, okay.” He raised his hands in surrender. “Look, I just wondered what you wanted for dinner. Felt like firing up the wok, but if you’d rather order in-”
Zach dropped a quick kiss on Antonia’s very-out-y navel and sat up to face him. “I love it when you cook for me. You know my particular weakness among the seven deadly sins is sloth.”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “I thought it was lust.”
Zach rolled his eyes. “Fine. My two chief weaknesses among the seven deadly sins are sloth and-”
Chris grinned. “And nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!” He wished he had someone to high-five, because Zach totally walked into that one.
“Go cook something before I’m obliged to tickle you until you squeal.”
Chris considered this sound advice, and took it in a hurry.
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Zach was going to be a father. Well, he was already a father, really, but any minute now he was going to have the actual proof to hold in his arms and coo over. And their lives would change forever. Again.
When the nurse finally came to get him, Chris wasn’t entirely sure he still wanted to go in. But he manned up and strode in the double doors.
And there was Antonia, looking tired and wan and beaming with a little pink infant in her arms, and there was Zach, just standing by the hospital bed staring with a look of complete wonder on his face. Chris went to him, and Zach slipped an arm around his waist and pulled him in close.
“I have a daughter,” he whispered. “I have a daughter.”
Chris still wasn’t sure everything was going to be perfect, but he’d begun to be very, very hopeful.
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Noah looked up at Zach, who sat in the armchair with the baby, one big hand supporting her head.
“This is your sister,” he said, sounding Very Serious. He’d spent a lot of time speaking to Noah about the baby in the last few months, introducing him to baby-related noises and smells, and he’d also got Chris to spend much more time with Noah so the dog would feel less neglected once he was no longer being Zach’s only ‘baby’.
Noah lifted one paw very slowly to Zach’s knee, as if signalling his intentions well in advance for the foolish humans. He didn’t climb into Zach’s lap, just got close enough to take a delicate sniff of the little Quintling. Then he lay down at Zach’s feet, apparently keen to play guard dog and defend his new family against fiendish marauding cats or whatever.
“Phew,” Chris breathed. Despite all Zach’s calm assurances, he hadn’t expected it to go quite that well.
“I told you,” Zach said, idly stroking Noah’s back with one bare foot. “Noah is awesomeness personified. Canine-ified. Encapsulated?”
“Whatever, man. If you’re all right here, I’m gonna go see if Antonia’s up for an early dinner. I’m starving.”
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Chris woke to an empty bed, and decided that constant expectation of Zach’s return would probably keep him awake so he might as well get up and see what was happening. He pulled on some boxers as a vague gesture towards modesty and padded down to the nursery, where, sure enough, Zach was in the midst of changing the baby. And singing the disco classics medley, lullaby version. Cute. Chris watched as he finished up, then lifted the baby up against his shoulder for a cuddle. He turned, falling silent mid-I Will Survive, and it struck Chris suddenly how harried he looked, how tired and stubbly and just generally worn out. And yet how utterly content.
And Chris knew then, just knew. Zach and Antonia having a baby was a great idea. And he was going to love this man, and whoever he chose to add to the family, forever. Joy threatened to overflow, and Chris smiled before he could cry. “You all right in here?”
“Mm-hmm. She just needed a change, not a feed.” Zach’s eyes were bright, warm. “But I have an arm free. Come join the huggletastic happening going down over here?”
Chris did.
The baby gurgled happily.
Zach smelled like baby powder and home.
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THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE!
ALSO, BONUS!SORTA-PORN. WIN.
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