Welcome all to this year’s Maribat Bio Parent Month 2026!
This year, there’s only 15 prompts!
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Without further ado, happy creations!
-Anju ♥️
Prompts:
Day 1 - Unconditional Love/
Day 3 - Like Parent, Like Child
Day 5 - No Powers AU
Day 7 - Runs in the Family
Day 9 - Puppy Eyes
Day 11 - “Give them Hell, kiddo!”
Day 13 - Firsts
Day 15 - Roadtrip/Vacation
Day 17 - Weapons/Band-aids/Injuries
Day 19 - Personality Swap
Day 21 - Holidays
Day 23 - Birth/Birthdays
Day 25 - “Always got to clean up after you, huh?”
Day 27 - Take Your Child to Work
Day 29- Family
Substitutions: Secret Identities, ”I’d Kill For You”, Death, Arguments, “You’ll always love me, right?”, Running Away
What time is it? It's June and that means the beginning of @maribat-bpm's Maribat Bio Parent Month 2026! And this year, I plan on trying to use different characters for the prompts (let's see if I can stick to it.)
So here's Day 1: Unconditional Love
Bio Parent: Pamela Isley, Kid: Rose Lavillant
This scene was the inspo for this fic. Enjoy!
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AO3
What is love?
Was it the joy you got when the new pair of shoes you got didn’t pinch your foot and fit snuggly?
Was it the relief you got when your favorite brand of snacks was still in production despite having said they were going out of business around half a year ago?
Was it the giddiness you got when you found that the new shirt you were eyeing since the day you saw it in stores suited you to a ‘t’ and were able to buy it then and there?
Was it the drowsiness you felt upon sitting under the sun in the garden, watching the clouds past by and watching as the scarlet sky became a dark blue ocean peppered with twinkling stars?
Or was it the nostalgia you experienced when the new drink at your favorite cafe smelled just like the hot cocoa your mom once used to make you when you were a child?
Was it the feeling you got when everything in life just felt right?
If you asked Pamela Isley the question, she knew she wouldn’t be able to answer a fraction of that question.
Seeing your mother get beaten for standing up for you, seeing her get murdered in front of you, living with a relative who kept you at arms length, going to college for the sake of keeping the mind occupied and away from your childhood memories…
Pamela couldn’t exactly say she loved the ability to essentially brainwash those around her with her - if anything, she took pride in being able to control those who stood in her way.
Yet not everyone thought doing this was okay, that this was morally and ethically wrong…like Mr.Wayne.
He rejected her idea to use her pheromone pills to control his business partners and fired her on the spot for thinking of “such a thing”...
So here she was, alone in her apartment, wondering what she should be doing next. As Mr.Wayne basically confiscated all of her pheromone search, she did what she could do with the machinery she had at home: experiment.
Seeing as she could no longer continue with pheromone experimentation, she decided to play around with what she could, leading her to test if she could grow a human from a plant by splicing and modifying human stem cells and plant genetics.
She decided to use pomegranate seeds and her own DNA, seeing as it was the easiest for her to collect and obtain.
As with every experiment, she knew she wasn’t going to get this on the first try…yet she didn’t expect for her experiment to bear fruit on her first try…quite literally.
She had modified the plant’s genes to prevent the plants from making fruits, diverting the energy to create humans from the stems and leaves of the plant instead.
So how did she end up with this?
There, on the edge of a branch, Pamela noticed what resembled a pomegranate .
A ripe, plumpy pomegranate that fitted just perfectly in her hand.
As she examined the pomegranate, she heard a snap, the pomegranate dropping into her hand, startling Pamela.
She sighed.
A failure.
All she did was create yet another fast, growing plant that-
Her attention was taken by the wobbling pomegranate that fell in her hand just moments ago.
She watched it writhe for a few seconds, wobbling from side to side until she realized that the pomegranate was no longer firm, its walls deflating, caving into itself.
And that’s when she saw it.
Tiny human hands clawing at the sunken pomegranate walls, as if trying to tear through the skin and make its way out.
Pamela kept staring at it, wondering what creature she had created from this new plant when she heard it.
The clawing was getting more aggressive with each passing moment when she heard what she thought was chittering but upon taking a moment to listen to it, bringing the pomegranate to her ear, she recognized the chittering as wails.
Baby wails.
Pamela immediately tried to break the pomegranate open, but couldn’t. The skin was too thick and tough for her to break it open with just her nails and she didn’t want to risk injuring the baby inside.
She ran across her lab, scanning her table in search of-
Scalpel!
Pamela gently placed the wrinkly pomegranate on the table and gently lifted a part of the skin and carefully cut through it, letting out a breath when she successfully made an incision.
She carefully made the incision bigger, gliding the blade down the fruit, revealing the crying baby inside, its screams now a bit louder than before yet still too weak to fully hear them.
It looked no older than 22 weeks old, explaining why their screams were so weak…
22 weeks…
“She won’t survive.” Pamela whispered, quickly scooping the crying child and held her close to her bosom, scurrying around her lab, wondering what she should do.
Yes, she was a scientist, yes she had the degrees to prove it. Yes she knew botany and was a microbiologist but that didn’t mean she knew what was needed to make sure this child she created will survive under her care.
Pamela tried to think as fast as she could, glancing at the child to make sure it was still breathing- it grew.
It grew.
The baby was no longer the size of the pomegranate and now looked the size of a small pumpkin, quietly sleeping in her embrace.
Pamela stared at the baby, lifting one of her hands to readjust her hold but found herself reaching for the baby’s face.
She caressed the baby’s face with her thumb, rousing the baby awake.
The baby looked at her with large blue doe eyes, giving her a smile before going back to sleep.
Pamela felt her heart swelling, holding the baby tighter against herself as she wrapped the baby in one the large leaves from one of her plants, allowing the plant to help bring the baby to her room.
Quietly as to not make the baby, Pamela went through her clothing and picked a slightly worn shirt that was soft to the touch.
She then searched for an old sewing kit at the top of her wardrobe, hoping it actually held some thread and needles and thankfully it did.
She haphazardly made her shirt into a baby onesie, taking the baby from the warmth of the leaf and thanking it for keeping her baby safe.
Her baby.
Pamela looked down at the child, the baby still fast asleep, her rosy cheeks even more prominent compared to when they freshly bloomed from the pomegranate.
“Rose.” Pamela found herself saying, laying in bed with the baby next to her. “Your name will be Rose.” She kissed the baby’s forehead. “My little rose bud.”
At that moment, Pamela felt what she believed to be love…of a need to protect her new child…
Was it just maternal instincts upon seeing Rose? Who knows.
