The one where he becomes a father: Caleb, Rafayel and Zayne | Part 1
Just the Li's as dads! Leave your thoughts down below and remember to show some love! (comments, likes and reposts) They are all a bit long... sorry! (or not!)
Caleb
The second he laid his eyes on the baby, something in him changed instantly; he couldn't point out what, but there was this sudden shift in him, and when he held your son in his arms, he was pretty sure his heart stopped for a second. It did not matter to him how his son looked, but when his purple eyes shone back at him, he couldn't help but start crying softly.
The life he never thought he would have was suddenly right here in this hospital room on his ship. "God..." He sniffled, "He's beautiful..." He said as he softly bounced the baby as he began to stir in his father's arms, recognising his voice almost instantly, "Yeah, baby, it's daddy." He coos, "Daddy is right here, and he is never going to leave..." He kissed his forehead and looked at you "Thank you, pips." He looks up at you, and a small tear falls, and you smile, gesturing for him to come closer.
Caleb moved slowly and slowly rested down on the bed right next to you, passing you your son as he settled down properly and rested his arm behind you, leaving you room to rest your head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.
You shuffle slightly and move to rest the baby on your skin as you look up at him with tired eyes "He looks just like you..." You smile up at him, and that is when the water works begin, and he becomes a blubbering mess, muttering thank yous and I love yous and I don't deserve yous.
You just giggle and run your fingers through his hair "Gee, I didn't know I had two babies in my bed." You tease and pull him close, kissing him gently before looking down at the infant.
"He's definitely going to need a sibling if he is like me, he won't be able to cope being alone." He chuckles as he caresses the baby's face with his forefinger.
"I am glad we were thinking the same." You grin up at him with a twinkle in your eye.
"Really? An hour ago, your hand was around my throat, squeezing the life out of me for putting a boulder inside of you-"
You shh him with your finger "We all have our moments, dear." You coo and look down at your son.
It was safe to say that you made sure your firstborn was surrounded by company, having three more babies after him, three boys and a girl, who unsurprisingly took after you and had all three brothers wrapped around her tiny finger - especially her father...
Caleb would be the type of dad to sit there and go with whatever his children wanted... if they wanted to be a basketball champion or a figure skater, they got all the training they needed, and he made sure to come to every game or competition, even if he came in his colonel uniform.
To me, he is a family man first and foremost, so whenever he can make them happy, he does it... and maybe a few guilt gifts for when he has to go on long missions, but he tries to be the best father he can be. Giving them the life that MC and he couldn't have growing up.
He would definitely struggle with hospitals, worried that what happened to him and MC might happen to his kids, especially when their evols start appearing, so he makes sure that the only doctor they see is Zayne. He didn't care for conflict of interest; in fact, he invested thousands of pounds into the hospital to get his way to make sure his children were safe.
He would probably try to be strict at first, but when he sees his kids becoming rebellious against it, he takes a step back and takes a firm, but fair approach. Plus, it was you who ran the house anyway, so whatever you say goes.
His favourite part of being a dad? The weekend mornings, before all the clubs start, and he can have them all sitting around the counter or all helping make breakfast as he simply listens to the chatter surrounding him, before telling them to wake you up for the day.
His second favourite thing is hearing them laugh, or family days out, but he really cherishes the family movie night where the kids use him as a makeshift pillow and bed, hanging onto him as you snuggle into his side, and he gets to just sit there and take it all in, thanking his lucky stars that he found his way back to you.
Rafayel
Rafayel comes from a big family, not biologically, of course, but he seems to protect each Lumerian, not like a God would, but like a family member would, and so, all in all, when it comes down to it, family is one of the most important parts of his existence. He's pretty sure that if it wasn't for Aunt Talia, he wouldn't be here.
With two of your kids already on this earth, you and Rafayel were certain that was enough between your missions and his exhibitions, plus Thomas had two, and he was doing well, so two was perfect! Or, that is what you two both told each other whenever you saw the baby section in the store. It was logical... except you two were not the most logical pair.
You had been feeling under the weather for a few days, maybe even weeks, and at first, you thought it was your period, but when that didn't come, for a while, you were stumped as to why something felt so off. Until the vomiting joined the mix and Rafayel had to call Josephine himself to tell her that you were off sick, and who dares to fight against a rich artist like Rafayel? So you were housebound for a while until you recovered.
Except, you weren't recovering, but you were not getting worse either; you were in this dull middle, until the familiar feeling clicked and you opened your eyes with a gasp.
You leave your room and slip into the bathroom, zooming past the sitting room where Rafayel was sitting by the colouring table, bouncing your toddler on his knee and participating in a scribbling competition with your six-year-old "No, let papa win I-a god, defeated by his daughter." He sighs dramatically, "How will I ever go on being an artist?" He puts the back of his arm over his head as he stabilises his son on his knee, peaking at his daughter as he tries not to break out in a smile.
His eyes follow you zoom past, and he gently puts the toddler in his play chair, straps him in and gives his daughter a new colouring sheet "Let's see who can keep the colour within the lines next?" he says, quickly throwing her into another challenge, placing a kiss on her head, before leaving to see you.
"Cutie?" He asks softly and knocks on the door, "Are you okay? You seemed to be getting better over the past few days. Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"
"No! No, I mean, eventually we will have to go, but I know what's wrong." You quickly explain as you look at the pregnancy test in your hand, "Or I will do any minute now..." You mutter more to yourself, but your husband heard you.
"Oh? What do you mean, what illness can you find out within-?" And just like that, he went quiet as everything clicked into place, and he, too, let out a gasp, "Let me in."
"What, Rafayel, the kids-"
"The kids are fine, the little seashells are all preoccupied, let me in." He tried the handle again and pouted, "Do you want me to say please-?" Without another word, the door opened, and Rafayel was yanked in. You glanced at the kids to make sure they were safe and busy before walking back in to see your husband staring at the stick as if it were the baby itself.
"Wow, we really did try our hardest in Venice- ow!" He flinched when you pinched the back of his arm and smiled softly, "This is perfect! I mean, are you ready, because if not-"
You smile and take the stick from his hand and plant a soft kiss on his lips "I am ready, if you are." He cups your face and smiles, "I love you."
When nine months came and went, you sent your kids to Aunt Talia's house for the night as you gave birth to your second daughter, making sure you were alright before taking your daughter into your arms and cradling her "I mean, three is an odd number..." He began as he looked at the purple mop on his daughter's head with a glint in his eyes.
You grin and shake your head, "Yes, it is."
"And you hate odd numbers, unless it ends in five, so..."
"I do." You say as you take your daughter back to nurse her
"Baby number four?" He asks, wriggling his brows, "I mean, we are going to France in six months and it worked like a treat last time."
You snort with laughter and look at him, "Babe, I have just had a baby!"
He chuckles and kisses you, "I know, but you just look so beautiful right now - I mean, you're always beautiful, but the mama glow is to die for on you!" He kisses you again "Again, thank you, my love." He caresses your face "All jokes aside, I have already told Thomas to clear my schedule, so you don't need to worry about a thing. I will be with you every step of the way."
You rest your head in his palm and nod. You knew he meant it because Rafayel had never abandoned you; he was always by your side, since the day you met.
However, as the years went on, the two of you went on to have two more children, because everything had to end in five!
Rafayel, as a father, would want his children to strive for their best, whatever their best looked like, but he definitely worked hard to make sure his children had one creative hobby, whether it was painting, pottery, musical instruments or dance, or multiple ones. He strived to make sure they felt enriched culturally and creatively.
His favourite part of being a dad was the early mornings or late evenings, or how his girls would sit at the bottom of his ladder and watch him paint, or how they would all go on walks on the beach, telling ghost stories, collecting seashells and learning about Lumerian history.
He would teach his children to be confident. If they got in trouble at school, he would question the other kids, because how could his precious seashells do anything wrong? A problem with anything? It would be fixed by the next day. A last-minute project? He would stay up all night to make sure they got the highest mark.
He was the pillow they all could fall on when life got tough, and he prided himself on that.
Zayne
Zayne never expected to be a father. Sure, he had his moments of weakness where he would look at you in his arms and catch himself seeing a mini you and him playing in front of the two of you, but he never thought it would be a reality.
The truth was, he was scared, and the fear grew with every day that he loved you (not that he would have it any other way), a fear that, like in every other lifetime, you would be taken from him and adding a kid into the mix, he could only think the universe would turn more cruel.
However, holding your hand whilst his colleague at the hospital took your ultrasound, all the loud noises in his head disappeared in an instant as he squeezed your hand. You couldn't be sure if he was crying, but you did hear some sniffles in your left ear; you could only smile at the small button on the small screen. The baby growing inside you was a surprise, but a good surprise.
Your husband would try his hardest to keep to his normal temperament, to try and make sure you felt like you can rely on him, but every night when you went to sleep he was studying with parenting books and neonatal medicine textbooks to make sure he was prepared for all outcomes. He just wanted to make sure he was the best parent he could be for the life growing inside of you.
“I think it’s a boy.” You called out to him whilst he was getting dressed in the bedroom and you were making breakfast.
“Really?” He asks as he walks into the kitchen, a few moments of silence as he considered your theory. “What makes you think that, my love?” He asks as his arms wraps around your waist, his nose nuzzling your hair as he took in the scent that was uniquely you.
“My stomach has low carrying.” You explain as you stir the porridge and continue scrolling through old wives tales.
Zayne raised a brow at this and moved so his chin was resting on your head as he looked down at your screen “I see.” He muses “next thing you’re going to tell me is that you’ve only craved salty things.”
“No, I’ve become a mini you.” You grin “I’ve gained my own sweet tooth.” You gleam up at him and he smiles “ah so it could be twins.” He nods
“Twins?” You mutter, as you looked down at your bump, there was no way you could be holding two in there
Zayne chuckled and put your phone down “relax I’m only teasing you.” He said as he showed you the next line ‘if you crave sweet things you’re having a girl.’
A small blush appears on your cheek and zayne plants a kiss on your head “either way, it doesn’t matter to me, boy, girl, twins or not.” He cups your cheek to make sure you’re facing him “as long as I have you in full health, that’s all that matters to me.”
Because truthfully, all he needed was you, and even though at first the baby gave him a rest from the noises in his head, they soon came back. So, as long as he had you at the end of it all, he could push through all the noise.
The day the baby was born, there was a storm, leading you to have to give birth at home as there was no way you and zayne could arrive at the hospital safely. You laid on the guest bed and held on tightly to one of the pillows around you as zayne was at the other end preparing to deliver the baby.
“Alright, baby are you ready to push?” He asks, his thumb caressing your ankle as he heard your whimper “it’s alright, I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
You nod and with a deep breath you prepare for your first push.
Zayne guided you through each push, his loving caresses on your legs and his sweet words were the only thing that got you through as you gave birth to your first born, a boy.
He handed you your son with a small smile and kissed you on the head “you’re both healthy. But we should take him and you to the hospital as soon as the storm clears.
You nod as you cradle your son as the mattress dips beside you as your husband joins you, letting your son hold his finger.
“Told you it was going to be a boy.” You muse and he just smiles and kisses you gently “you’re never wrong, my love.” He says against your lips before kissing you again.
The two of you only had one more child a few years later, a baby girl, which surprisingly (or not so surprisingly) all you wanted was sweet snacks, usually stealing zayne’s especially in the late stages of the pregnancy where you were ravenous more often than not.
Zayne promised you the old wives tales were just coincidences, but after that you weren’t so sure, and you spent the rest of your days teasing him about how the old wives tales were right.
Your poor husband eventually gave up trying to explain the science to you and whenever you brought it up he would either pull you into a hug or kiss you to prevent you from saying anything more.
“I’m pretty sure you just say nonsense whenever you want affection at this point.” He mutters as he read his medical journal and you just chuckled
“So what if I am.”
“Then you can write down in your findings that it’s very affective.” He quips, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly in amusement.
You smile as you nurse your daughter as you lay next to him “I love you.”
He closed his journal and looked at you “I love you too.”
Zayne as a father would be firm but fair (most of the time) some of the time, your children had him wrapped around their little pinkie fingers, convincing him to buy them sweet treats after school or tests, or talking him out of making them do their homework at times.
But, when needs be he does put his foot down and his children respect him more than anything, because at the end of the day he just wants the best for them and their future to be bright.
He would be the type of father who would quietly listens to your worries and fears and talk you through them, not giving you a solution, but helping you come to your own.
He would be there whenever one of your children called, and wouldn’t tolerate any mistreatment of them, infact if the school didn’t handle any cases of bullying effectively then you could bet that he would be sending them to an even better school.
And he one hundred percent uses his influence to help his kids in anyway that he can because you and his two children are everything to him.
And even though some nights the voices are louder, he could ignore them as long as it meant that all three of you were in his arms at the end of the day.
(P.S. He would definitely leave a note on a napkin for your kid’s lunches to make sure they ate and had a healthy diet overall).
you have my whole heart fr 🫶 i know it's easier said than done but i hope you don't put too much pressure on yourself or feel too down. especially today!! you're always stressing yourself out and you have to take it day by day and realize that you're doing so well.
you've put so much effort into everything you do and somehow manage school with tumblr AND finals?? i can barely do that myself. i study when i can but can still see that even without studying i would have no time or balance in life they way you do. it's really admirable to see because i know if i even tried a series i would go on hiatus from the pressure. already posting so much chaps (plus one and bdc) and the amount of support you get is something i truly hope you're proud of yourself by. it's so difficult just to get 100+ notes considering tumblr's algorithm and the amount of users on this app who are acting and r moas so seeing the amount of people just wanting to be in your taglists makes me so happy.
plus!! i would have never met you without plus one. isn't that craaazy? how one sillay smau made me befriend someone who means so much to me now. without you and cel, i would have truly lost to finals by now 😭
happy birthday once again. i hope you see snow or smiles, which ever brings you more joy. 🫶🫶
𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗪𝗢 ──── taehyun's tech support is quite unprofessional, but your reaction is to give him your instagram, so whose fault is it?
໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა kang taehyun x f ! reader ܃ swearing weird format suggestive jokes "m'lady" and pet names spanish jokes (translation at bottom)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNA ♡ @sunhooniez
the event got postponed for a bit but we're so back ^_^
for context: "arriba, abajo, pal centro, y pa dentro" is a drinking chant used in spanish that directly translates to "up, down, in the center, and inside." the reader says arriba (up) randomly as to quote a random spanish word and "flex" their spanish. it reminds them of the drinking chant, so they quote it but spell and space it incorrectly.
(cont.) when the reader says "i want her padentro's blessing," the literal translation is "i want her to/toward inside's blessing." the phrase doesn't make sense, but if you were to shift it to fit english's rules, it would suggest something else, hence soobin's comment. regardless, the reader says "padentro" since it sounds like "padre", which is father. the intended message is "i want her father's blessing."
𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 (2) ──── to move on from getting rejected, you jokingly write a love letter to choi soobin. what happens when one careless day at lunch passes and the letter is nowhere to be found?
໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა choi soobin x gn ! reader ܃ swearing, ignore timestamps, arguing, read part one for context
𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 (2) ──── to move on from getting rejected, you jokingly write a love letter to choi soobin. what happens when one careless day at lunch passes and the letter is nowhere to be found?
໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა choi soobin x gn ! reader ܃ swearing, ignore timestamps, arguing, read part one for context
𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ──── to move on from getting rejected, you jokingly write a love letter to choi soobin. what happens when one careless day at lunch passes and the letter is nowhere to be found?
໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა choi soobin x gn ! reader ܃ swearing, ignore timestamps, suggestive jokes
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNA ♡ @sunhooniez
wanted to make this one long part but forgot ab the image limit :L on the good side, i'm proud of the edited photo lolol
𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 (1) ──── to move on from getting rejected, you jokingly write a love letter to choi soobin. what happens when one careless day at lunch passes and the letter is nowhere to be found?
໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა choi soobin x gn ! reader ܃ swearing, ignore timestamps, suggestive jokes
one two
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNA ♡ @sunhooniez
wanted to make this one long part but forgot ab the image limit :L on the good side, i'm proud of the edited photo lolol
01. choi soobin x gn!reader
◟to move on from getting rejected, you jokingly write a love letter to choi soobin. what happens when one careless day at lunch passes and the letter is nowhere to be found? complete.
one two
02. tech taehyun x gn!reader
◟taehyun's tech support is quite unprofessional, but your reaction is to give him your instagram, so whose fault is it? complete.
03. streamer beomgyu x f!reader
◟notorious for his typos in the names of his streams, everyone constantly gets irritated at him for his nearly impossible to search titles. funny enough, your typos match his almost perfectly, and you're irritated for the complete opposite reason. who is choi beomgyu and why does he keep popping up?
04. huening kai x f!reader
◟after sending a million photos back and forth with the caption "us?", your taunts turn back on you when kai asks you on a date with the same method.
05. choi yeonjun x f!reader
◟your magic only works in close proximity, so you sent a note in a bottle, hoping it'll reach your first love. then why the hell is his best friend at your doorstep?
06. ot5 txt x gn!reader
◟they only wanted to bring temporary relief, sucking you into their reality through a phone screen. it's fun, but why does your time feel limited?
the one where a birthday dinner turns sour.
taehyun x unnamed character (can be read as reader)
established relationship, heavy angst, slightly alludes to an unhealthy relationship
wc: ~400 words
note: happy birthday taehyun ! despite this very angsty fic, i hope your day was filled with lots of love from the people you love!
time was passing very slowly.
and one look at the watch on his wrist, it was confirmed an eternity could be felt in a mere couple of seconds. he didn’t want that though, especially for a special day like this.
taehyun was dressed in the nicest attire he owns, hair styled in the way he knew a certain someone liked very much. it was the first birthday he was able to spend with someone special, and he hoped that it could be something special.
he arrived there first, getting seated by a lovely person in black. the waiter came over within five minutes of him sitting down to ask if he would like to start off with fancy wine or champagne, but he brushed them off and ask them politely to wait just several more minutes.
hope filled the boy as he smiled to himself, hands resting on his lap and mind wandering to his significant other. they were someone he was serious about, someone he felt like he could be himself around without any judgement, someone who truly loved him for him.
and as the sun set became night, the waiter came back after a while to ask taehyun again about the refreshments— “would you like at least a water to keep you satiated for the time being?”
he took the water and sipped on it for a while, but those first few times the waiter came by went from every couple of minutes to every ten to every thirty. the boy didn’t notice, knowing too well that his lovely partner could never forget his special birthday dinner he had planned for the both of them.
but those minutes eventually became hours.
time was passing very slowly, yet quickly at the same time. in the end, though, it didn’t matter whether time felt like not enough or just enough. it was too much to keep sitting in the booth with a single flower in the middle of the table, without a date for as long as he did.
but taehyun put his love and set aside his doubt for the person he grew to love and it hurt like hell to find a text awaiting him that read exactly where they stood in the relationship.
he should have known that a no good morning text kind of day would lead to this. tears filled his eyes as he attempted to calm down— but it was too late, he was humiliated and stressed, something someone should never go through with the person they loved.
thank you so much lovely :((( 💞 updates have been late this week cause of some medical issues but i’ll be on it sooonnn esp with halloween coming up eeek!!
but srs thank you for sending in an ask i love you heheheh
