shiirojasmine:

FCEX: Babies by ~HirodoIcepop

because everyone knows that raven would totally be a fangirl. crackish ficlet ahoy!

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“I was right, wasn’t I?” Raven says smugly, even as she’s struggling to balance a pair of babies in her arms, one with shockingly white-blond hair, and the other with the beginnings of dark curls. (The parents are currently in the bedroom — the one that used to be Charles’s, but has ceased to be thought of as such the day Erik had swallowed his pride and finally put the moves on Charles. Everyone in the mansion had breathed a collective sigh of relief that day, as the unresolved sexual tension had been spectacularly horrible — doing things that Sean resolutely doesn’t think about. Nobody likes the idea of their parental figures canoodling, even if there is some fairly obvious evidence right in front of Sean, curling contentedly in Raven’s scaly blue arms.)

“Yeah, yeah,” Sean replies, still wondering, not for the last time, how they’d gotten here. Him with his belly swollen to the point that he’s ready to burst within the next week, on babysitting duty with Raven. (Though others would argue that Raven is technically babysitting the three of them.)

“And look at them! So precious,” Raven coos, angling her arm in such a way that she manages to poke the girl — Wanda, Sean thinks — in the cheek. Wanda snuffles, gazing up at the shiny blue creature with unabashed interest. Her brother, on the other hand, sleeps like the living dead, drool leaking out of his open mouth. Sean won’t be surprised if that one grows up to be a snorer. Sean peeks down at his belly. He hopes his baby has inherited Alex’s snoring habit. Or better yet, he hopes that it won’t have his mutation — imagine! Having a baby that breaks windows every time it cries. It’s possibly one of the scariest thoughts he’s ever had. (Charles may be rich enough to pay for the damages for, like, ever, but he doubts that their poor eardrums would survive.)

“I guess so,” Sean says.

Raven pauses, her face paling to a dusky gray-blue. “I just had the most horrible thought.”

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing — I just hope that you have a quiet baby. Although, considering that it’s yours and Alex’s, I’m not holding out for much hope.”

“Funny,” Sean says with a nervous laugh. “I was just thinking the same thing.”