#parent fluff friday

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C. Andor - Newborn, 3 y/o Son

Here’s your second part  comander-martinez

Continuation

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    Cassian stumbled into the medical center, Jyn following behind him. He just needed to see you but the Commander was adamant that he gets looked over first. Scarif, the mission almost cost him his life. All he could think about was you, Aston, and your baby that was due any day now. 

    As Cassian was getting checked over, you were rushed in, followed by Kes Dameron carrying Aston.

   “Y/N!?” Cassian tried to get up and follow but the doctors just pushed him back.

    “Cass!” You tried to turn to see your husband but the pain overtook you and caused a scream to echo off the walls. 

    As you were rolled out of sight a nurse walked over to Cassian, “Captain Andor, we’re rushing your wife into an emergency C-section okay?” 

    Cassian nodded, his eyes never leaving the space you had disappeared from. 

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    A few hours had passed and Cassian now stood with his daughter in his arms. The both of you were still fast asleep as Aston played on his datapad. 

    Cassian walked over and sat next to the boy, “Aston, what should we name her?”

    Aston looked up at Cassian before looking down at the newborn. Cassian watched the toddler, knowing the process in helping him be comfortable talking was a long one.

    “Alayna,” Aston said so quietly that Cassian almost didn’t hear him.

     “Alayna Andor, it is then.” Cassian kissed the young boy’s head before doing the same to their newest member. “Aston and Alayna.” 

     Aston smiled lightly and curled up into... his father’s side admiring his new baby sister. His vod’ika. 

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Parent Fluff Friday by @lt-sammi-matthews

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D. Djarin - Newborn Daughter

Requested by @callingmrsbarnes​

       Din watched you with your newborn daughter. You had returned ‘home’ a few days ago but your husband still remained in full amour. You knew he would take it off eventually knowing that your daughter, Nova, would have a breakdown every time he took the helmet off if she never saw the man under it. But Din was still processing the fact that she was actually here, that he could have helped create something as beautiful and innocent. 

       Din walked over to you, his eyes on Nova as you breastfeed her. You looked at your husband, dark bags under your eyes. Nova’s birth was more difficult than the doctors thought and you were rushed into an emergency C-section. Leaving Din for hours with the fear that he would lose you or Nova... or both. You smiled at him lightly and leaned against his gloved hand as he stroked your cheek.

       “How are you?”

       “Tired and a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle.” You watched as Din pulled off one of his gloves, then gently stroked the dark tuff of hair on Nova’s head.

        “She’s so soft.”

        You giggled, “She’s a newborn, Din, their always soft.” You carefully adjusted Nova as she finished eating to fix your top and so she could look at Din.

       Din looked at the honey-brown eyes staring up at him. He knew Nova’s eyes were probably darker than the visor let him see. Nova started whining which caused Din to slightly panic. She was afraid of him and as you tried quieting her down, Din did the only thing that would help.

      He kneeled next to you and took the helmet off. Nova’s whines turned to sniffles as she stared at Din, her eyes just as light without the visor. 

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FO!Poe/Reader - 7 y/o son

Done in honor of @tintinwrites​

Ara hid down one of the halls on the Star Destroyer and peeked around the corner as he heard Stormtroopers coming. He grinned as one tripped the wire causing a bunch of pain to fire at them. 

He quickly started walking away before anyone spotted him. Of course, being the only kid on a Star Destroyer made it hard not to spot him, especially when he was the spitting image of his father, Commander Poe Dameron, head of the TIE fighters.

Ara kneeled and rewired one of the BB-9E droids to sound alarms when near the command center. As he was about to walk away, a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned to find a red-headed General glaring at him.

“Hi, Hugs.”

Hux’s eye twitched at the name before grabbing the boy under his arm and dragging him to where you were

. Which was ass deep in a TIE engine trying to fix it. Your ‘husband,’ Poe was standing by, his jacket off and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“How the actual fuck do you always do this Dameron?”

“Talent, I suppose.” He smirked while you glared at him. But your face quickly went stoic at the sight of General Hux. Poe followed your line of sight and let his arms relax at his sides. You could see the tension in his shoulders though.

Ara stumbled as Hux let him go. He smiled at you and Poe, “Hi mom, hi dad.” 

“He was a menace once again. Deal with it or I will have you both relocated.” You and Poe both nodded and said yes General. Poe glared at Hux as he walked away but your focus was on your son.

“Ara Kes Dameron, what did you do?” Ara gulped lightly. You made Kylo Ren look like an Ewok when you were mad. It turned Poe on and scared everyone else, including your 7-year-old son. 

Ara let his bottom lip poke out a little and looked at you with bright brown eyes, “I’m sorry mom.”

You blinked at your son, your brain having a moment at how sweet and innocent he looked. Poe tried hiding his smile because Ara was his son right down to the act of innocence.

“We’ll talk about this later,” you rubbed at your forehead. “Just go back to quarters and stay there.”

Ara nodded and started running off. “Bee, make sure he stays there,” Poe said to the little black and orange BB unit, who quickly followed after your son. 

As you and Poe were about to go back to work, you heard an alarm going off followed by Hux yelling, “Dameron!”

You looked at Poe and sighed. You loved your son but maker, he was a menace. 

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J. Peña - 6 y/o son

   “Javi...” you moaned out as you gripped at his hair under the blanket. “Yes, right there.” You arched your back off the bed as his fingers found your sweet spot. Your moans got louder and you were getting so close to the edge.

   But your morning wake up was interrupted by the door to your bedroom opening. You quickly gripped Javi’s wrist. “Fabian, what are you doing out of bed?” You asked, trying to catch your breath.

   You bit your bottom lip as Javi pulled his fingers from you.

   “I tried calling you or Papi and no one answered.” The six-year-old said before coughing. Javi popped up next to you, the two of you hoping that Fabian didn’t notice.

   “I’ll be there in a minute okay buddy,” Javi said as he wiped his fingers on the bedsheets. The boy nodded, rubbing at his eyes but just stood there looking at his parents. Javier sighed and kissed your cheek before getting up and walking to the door. 

   “Okay, buddy,” Javi said as he picked Fabian up and headed for the boy’s room. You sighed and laid back. No more morning wake up calls.  

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C. Danvers/M!Reader - Royal Newborn

         You paced outside the room, your wife’s screams piercing the night air. The child was coming earlier than expected. The midwives worried for both mother and child. But you knew Carol and you knew she could get through it. She had to. Her country needed her to. You needed her to.

   You moved out of the way as a young maid ran out with towels soaked in blood and that’s when you realized the screaming had been replaced with gentle crying. You stood in the doorway and waited for the head midwife to give you permission to enter.

   “You may enter your majesty.” You quickly walked over to the bed and looked over your wife before looking at the child in her arms. 

   “It’s a boy,” Carol said softly smiling at you. You looked at her before looking back at the now sleeping infant.

  “A young Prince,” you smiled and gently kissed Carol quickly before pulling away to stroke her cheek, “My beautiful Queen.”

  “My handsome King,” Carol leaned into your hand and sighed in contentment. 

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C. Andor- 13 y/o son, 7 y/o daughter

So this is a continuation of this set of drabbles cause I couldn’t help myself.

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      Cassian watched as Aston led Alayna and Poe through a fake mission. Aston had on Cassian’s jacket, Alayna wore her aunt Jyn’s jacket, and Poe followed in his father's camouflage jacket. The jungles of Yavin IV made it easy for the kids to play pretend. 

     “They come across any stormtroopers yet?”

    “Nope.” Cassian took his eyes off the kids as Kes laughed behind his mug. “Shara on her way home yet?”

   “Finishing up her last mission and then she’ll be home.”

   Cassian nodded, happy to see his friend settling down. Shara had gone out to help Luke Skywalker and you had offered your assistance to Princess Leia, though that might be Senator soon. 

    Cassian’s attention was pulled back to the kids as they started making blaster noises.

   “Ah, I’ve been hit,” Alayna said, dramatically dropping to the ground. As Aston kept ‘firing’, Poe began to drag Alayna to cover.

   As the kids huddled in their cover, Aston pulled out a broken comms unit. “They got us surrounded, Captain Andor, Sargent Dameron come in.” 

   Cassian looked at Kes and nodded, their silent ‘it's your turn.’ Kes held his fist against his mouth and began speaking. “What is it, Lieutenant Andor?” 

   “Send in back up, they have us cornered.” 

    “Back up is on its way.” Cassian walked over and started ‘firing’ at fake troopers. As Cassian got closer to the kids, Alayna broke character and ran over to him.

   “Daddy!” Cassian laughed as the boys groaned. Cassian picked up his little girl and kissed her cheek.

    “Hello, my angel.” Alayna giggled and hugged him. Cassian ruffled Aston’s hair as Kes walked over and picked Poe up. 

    “Chore time boys,” both boys groaned once again as Kes began to walk, Poe dramatically hanging over his shoulder. 

-15 years later-

   Aston flinched slightly as the smack General Organa gave Poe reverberated through the room. He may have screwed up but that slap seemed excessive.

   “General Andor,” Aston’s attention was pulled away as he looked over the datapad. “Captain Andor and Black Squadron have some possible new bases.” 

   “Thank you Connix,” He nodded and looked over the planets.

    “How’s Alayna?” Aston looked up at Poe, the red handprint evident on his cheek.

    “Poe, you have to be an adult about this. Just because the two of you are fighting doesn’t mean I’m going to keep you up to date on her wellbeing. You two are married for Maker’s sake,” Aston set the datapad down and crossed his arms. “I don’t even know what the two of you are fighting about.” 

   Just as Poe was about to tell Aston why they were fighting, the red alert went off. 

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C. Danvers - 6 y/o son

    Carol smiled as her son, Thomas, looked through the Halloween costumes. He had told her he could pick out his own costume now that he as six. When he showed her the costume he wanted, Carol just smiled and grabbed the right side before walking with him to the registers. 

   Carol quickly paid for the costume and picked Thomas up and headed for her car.

   Once they were home, Carol sat with her eyes covered as Thomas tried on his costume.

   “Look, mommy,” Carol moved her hands to see her son dressed in a yellow and red dress. “I look like Snow White!” Thomas spread his arms wide and gave a gaped-tooth smile at his mother. 

    “Not quite yet,” Carol grabbed the headband and carefully slid it on to his head. 

   The young boy giggled and hugged his mother tightly. Carol picked him u and sat ack holding him close.

   “What are you dressing up as mommy?” 

    “Well how about a king to your Snow White?”

   “I liked that idea,” Thomas smiled.

   Carol kissed his head, “Me too buddy.”