Kidfic from http://foetal.tumblr.com/ for @amurderof above: “anything kidfic” (or, well, kidart in this case), but was also partially inspired by her fic “the biggest pavus in generations.”
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From @cassandrashipsit: My giftee is @hubbabubbagumpop and my prompt is “Modern Bull and Dorian adopting qunari babies.” I would say it’s rated gen/teen.
Research was something Dorian did exceptionally well. It came to him naturally and he enjoyed it immensely. He loved to bury himself in information, filing it away in his mind for future use, leading to brilliant conclusions down the road. Naturally, when he and Bull decided to adopt a child, he did research. Seeing as they were adopting a qunari child, he felt it was even more important to be completely and totally prepared for the arrival of their proverbial bundle of joy.
Dorian was not prepared. Bull, who had spent many of his formative years tending to the needs of the smaller children in his cohort was, perhaps, slightly more prepared, but only slightly. Dorian had researched co-parenting, sleeping arrangements, bottle vs. breast feeding (there had been a highly embarrassing conversation at 2:37 am where Dorian was convinced that the proper stimulation would allow Bull to breastfeed, which Dorian still twitched and blushed at the memory of) and making organic baby food. He had spent years going with little sleep as he chased fascinating thaumaturgical formulas, and so he felt he was well versed in the forms of sleep deprivation.
What the books and YouTube videos and even the so called “mommy blogs” he read had failed to truly convey was the absolute, crushing terror of child rearing. When the smiling nurse, under the supervision of a stone faced social worker handed Felicia over to Bull, swaddled in the pinkest, tiniest hat and mittens Dorian had ever seen, he had felt two emotions: one, an overwhelming sense of affection that left him feeling as if his chest was suddenly too small to contain the ache inside of it, and two, abject fear.
He and Bull were now responsible for a small, sentient being, totally dependant upon them for every possible need she could have. Why in the name of the Golden City had he thought he was ready for that level of responsibility? He could fail. He could fail utterly and then Bad Things would happen to her and not only would that be unacceptable and unthinkable, but it would be his fault.
Felicia was precious. Her soft skin was a darker grey than Bull’s, her fluffy curls as white as starlight on snow, and her big eyes quickly shifted from from the deep blue of infancy to a bright and charming brown. Dorian was completely smitten. She was an amazingly well behaved baby, something he had felt a bit smug about at first, until the paranoia set in. She was too good. She woke with regularity during the night to demand that her hungry belly or soiled diaper be seen to, but the minute she received attention from one of her fathers she quickly became a cooing bundle of chubby happiness that left Dorian breathless with that affection so strong it was painful. He kept himself awake some nights watching her intently in the crib attached to their bed, terrified of the potential she represented, the weight of her well being on his shoulders, and also the possibility she might simply stop breathing because of course that was a thing that babies did and what on earth had the Maker been thinking?
Prompts” Adoption; within the Inquisition timeline, mod-au, whatever you’re comfortable with! I genuinely believe that they would make an interesting pair of parents, anything and everything involving these two adopting a kid of their own and raising them??? + Something sweet (and cozy) about hot chocolate :’) Roll with it however you will!
by @adaarkadan for @thejerseydeviledoodleblog