#mpreg!verse

i love them so much but I, too, am kind of 50/50 on them having kids at all. sometimes i like it, sometimes i don't. but i DO really enjoy writing them as older parents :) thank you for the prompt!!! <3

send me prompts for non-hollanov gc couples :)

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"Shane and Rozanov sent us a gift," Scott says from the kitchen counter.

"Oh?" Kip glances over his shoulder, which is currently adorned with a burp cloth and Oliver's little head, which Kip is cradling gently in his palm. "Open it."

Scott grabs scissors from the kitchen drawer, carefully cutting the package open. Inside the cardboard box is a layer of high-quality, shimmery silk paper which Scott peels back to find a hand-written card.

He picks it up, reading aloud to Kip (and Oliver).

"Dear Scott & Kip, congratulations on the birth of your first baby Oliver Benjamin Hunter-Grady." Scott gives his husband and baby a soft smile; Kip smiles back, kissing Ollie's little head. "Bringing a new life into this world is an undescribable feeling - we should know, we've done it twice - smiley face." Scott scoffs. "Show-offs."

Kip rolls his eyes with a laugh. "Keep reading."

"We hope you find this gift from us useful when the sleeplessness and the stress of having a newborn plague you. This model is tried, tested and baby-approved. We sincerely wish you all the best for this new and exciting phase of your life and are looking forward to meeting little Oliver in the future. Love, Shane and Ilya with Anastasia, Emilija and Anya."

"That's so sweet," Kip sighs softly.

"Yes, and not a single dig at my age," Scott grins, carefully setting the card aside. Under it, he finds a beautifully wrapped bundle of cloth in blue and brown. When he lifts it up, it reveals itself to be a baby carrier.

Kip gasps, loud enough to startle Oliver. He quickly soothes him again, rocking him back and forth with wide eyes. "This the baby carrier I told you about!" he hisses, trying to keep calm in his excitement.

"The one which is made from, like, one single alpaca in the Bolivian mountains who gets daily deep conditioning treatments?" Scott asks. He runs his hand over the carrier; it IS very soft.

"It's four thousand fucking dollars!" Kip whispers.

"Oh, wow." Scott rubs it against his cheek; okay, it's very, very soft. "It even has Oliver's name embroidered on it."

"Gosh, this is so cute and thoughtful." Kip approaches, reaching for it, feeling the fabric with his palm. There are tears swimming in his eyes, and Scott reaches out for him, wrapping his arm around his hip. The hormone situation is still very up-and-down at the moment.

"We need to call them later and thank them," Kip sniffles. Oliver gurgles on his shoulder, trying to lift his tiny head. Scott reaches out for him, and Kip gently hands him off. It's trippy, the way their baby just fits into Scott's palms so easily, how tiny he is, and yet, how alive. And sometimes, how loud.

"There's more." Kip reaches out, removing the rest of the silky paper. He lets out a little "Ha!" at the small card he pulls out from under it. "Uber Eats giftcard." He turns it around, reads the back. "Wow. One thousand dollar Uber Eats giftcard." He holds it out to Scott. "My god. Is this how life is when both people in a marriage are millionaires?"

Scott snorts. "Evidently."

"It says, 'this was Ilya's idea' on the back." Kip chuckles, showing the writing to Scott.

Oliver, nuzzled into Scott's chest, is slowly drifting off to sleep now, and Scott holds him tightly. He'll sit down on the couch in a minute, or his back muscles will kill him later.

"This is a very thoughtful gift," Kip says, carefully folding the baby carrier again. "And probably the first card which didn't talk about how inspiring we are."

Scott laughs. "They know the struggle."

"They do," Kip agrees, then sighs, rubbing his face. He's shirtless safe for the burp cloth, and there's a milk stain on his sweatpants. Scott is so in love with him.

"D'you want to go shower? I've got him," he offers, and Kip lets out a grateful hum.

"That would be heavenly." Kip leans forward and presses a kiss to Scott's lips.

"Take your time," Scott tells him.

Could we have more of it?

i also love this AU, very fond of it <3 mpreg my beloved. thank you for the prompt!!!

send me prompts for the gc couples outside of hollanov, let's show them some love <3 (hollanov prompts are welcome as well but will be answered later)

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"Oh wow, Shane and Ilya are having another baby." Scott held out his phone.

Kip squinted at it, looking at the pregnancy announcement they had sent into the group chat: a photo of Emilija clearly screaming at the camera, wearing a t-shirt which said 'middle child behavior'.

"Wow," Kip echoed, "I thought they were done?"

"Apparently not." Scott turned his phone back around, looking at the photo one more time.

"If you ask me, they're not stopping after three, either," Kip said, a little bitchily.

Scott raised his eyebrows at him. "You think?"

"Yeah," Kip stirred some honey into his tea. "They like it too much." He lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Pregnancy fetish."

"Kip!" Scott scolded, unable to hold back a laugh.

"It's true, mark my words. They'll get to like, four or five."

"No." Scott shook his head. "That's crazy."

"Yeah. Let's not do that." Kip set down his mug, giving the baby monitor a glance. "One and done."

Scott said nothing for a second, then let out a very belated, "Yeah, of course."

"Scott." Kip leveled a very serious gaze on his husband, something in his stomach clenching. "I'm not doing that again. I love Ollie, but my pregnancy was horrible."

"No, of course, I know that!" Scott said quickly, holding out a hand.

Kip wasn't exaggerating.

He had spent the entire duration of his pregnancy throwing up, so much so that their doctor, at some point, gently brought up termination. He'd had to spend the last few weeks of his pregnancy under almost constant medical supervision, and had hemorrhaged during birth.

All in all, not a pleasant experience.

"I think I just wish you could do it again, but without all the bad stuff," Scott said contritely.

"I'd rather not do it again than risk it," Kip said seriously. "I'm not like, I don't know, perfect Shane who can just pop out one baby after the next and bounce right back and be fine, no problem." He knew it was unfair, but the trauma of the whole experience still sat deep, and it felt... unbalanced that other people had it so easy.

"Hey." Scott stood up, and quickly wrapped his arms around Kip, holding him. "That's not what I meant at all, my love."

Kip leaned into him, letting his husband hold him, and tried to bite back mean tears burning in his eyes.

"All I want," Scott said seriously, "Is for you to be happy. That's what matters most to me, you and Ollie. You know how scared I was when you hemorraged, I don't ever want to do that again, either."

"I know," Kip whispered.

"And whatever you say, goes, yeah? It's your body." Scott pressed his lips to Kip's hair.

"Okay," Kip whispered, biting his bottom lip.

"I love you so much," Scott added softly.

"Love you, too," Kip sighed. "Sorry for... being a bitch."

"Nah, I like it when you're mean about our oh so perfect friends," Scott told him with a soft laugh.

Kip covered his shaky grin.

The baby monitor rustled, then, a moment later, they could hear Oliver babble.

"I'll get him," Scott said, heading for the nursery.

Kip sat down, took a deep breath, and drank his tea. He'd wait to text Shane for now.

A few minutes later, Scott returned with Oliver, who looked rested, happy and freshly changed. When he saw Kip, his entire little face lit up, and he let out a happy baby squeal.

"Hello, bubbah!" Kip held out his arms, and Scott airplaned Oliver over to him. "You're so cute!"

"Say good morning mommy, I had the best nap," Scott said, putting on a little voice for Oliver.

"That's wonderful, baby." Kip took Oliver, and hugged him close, kissing his fat little cheek. He smelled so, so good, and when he blinked up at Kip with pure, unbridled love in his green-blue eyes, Kip's hurting heart softened and turned to mush.

Their perfect little baby.

"You know," Scott said, starting to prepare Ollie's bottle, "Thinking about it, I think we nailed it on the first try."

Can you do one where it’s them talking about having kids? Or maybe their journey in that way/how they feel about it? I go back and forth on whether I think they’d have kids, but I could see them with kids that are friends with Hollanov’s kids 🫶🫶

I don't see them with kids at all, I think they're dog parents forever :)

my prompts are still open until tuesday, june 16th!

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"Quiet at last," Harris sighed, closing the door behind the Hollander-Rozanovs and their gaggle of children.

Troy blew out a breath. "Thank fuck."

"Do you want a drink?" Harris asked, and Troy nodded.

A few minutes later, they were sitting on their back porch, Harris sipping a cider while Troy savored an IPA. The dogs lounged around the space as well, tired from spending the day playing with Anya and the kids. Boba was slowly circling the garden, sniffing here and there, and tiny Heather sat at the edge of the porch, ears pointed, standing guard as if to protect them all.

After a few minutes of blessed silence, Harris spoke. "Should we have kids?"

He did not sound convinced at all.

Troy gave it a moment to think about it. "Do you want to?"

"I don't know." Harris shrugged. When Troy looked at him, his face was skeptical. "Do you?"

Troy took a moment to consider it. He liked Ilya's and Shane's girls, he really did. They were cute and funny. But at the end of the day, Troy always felt an intense relief when he could return them to their dads.

"No, I don't think I want to."

Harris nodded, then a little grin spread over his face. "God, no. Fuck no."

They both started laughing.

"God, having kids would so annoying." Harris covered his mouth with his hand. "Imagine me on the PTA board."

"You'd run that shit," Troy laughed. He could just imagine it perfectly. He could also imagine perfectly how unhappy it would make Harris to be away from his actual work for months, or even years. How frustrated he'd get, giving himself up for a little creature that depended so wholly on him. And he could imagine himself growing frustrated as well, his routines interrupted, his entire life controlled by a child who couldn't even be blamed because it was their first time on earth. Troy had an intense, unpleasant memory of his father, yelling at him when he was little. Shut up and do what I tell you!

Troy only just felt like he could care for himself in a way that was healing, and bringing a child into this seemed counterproductive as well as unfair to the child.

"Don't get me wrong, I love our friends' kids, I love my nieces and nephews..." Harris mused, looking up into the slowly-darkening sky, "I just don't wanna do... all that." He looked at Troy, smiling at him. "You're my family. The dogs. That's enough for me."

Troy returned the smile, and reached out across the empty space between their chairs, tangling their fingers together. They sat like that for a few more minutes, finishing their drinks until the sun had fully gone down.

"Hey." Troy nudged Harris, "Do you want to play Stardew Valley together until one in the morning in our gaming room which will never be converted into a nursery?"

Harris chuckled, pulling Troy's hand to his cheek, nuzzling it. "Sure, but I was actually about to suggest having loud sex with no regards to any other humans living in our household first."

lmao diabolical!!! I love it

gcu prompts are still open <3

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"Daddy, do you want to see my drawing that I made today?" Ollie asked in his sweet voice, beaming at Scott. He was currently missing two of his front teeth, which gave him the most adorable lisp.

"Of course, buddy." Scott reached out to tousle his son's hair. They were walking home from Oliver's school, Scott carrying Ollie's scooter on his shoulder.

Oliver excitedly started to dig through his backpack, stopping on the sidewalk. Scott stopped next to him; life went slower when you had a child. Even seven years in, Scott still had to remind himself of that.

"Hold this-" Oliver handed Scott a beanie baby he carried in his backpack; every trend came back at some point, Scott thought. It was a pink cat named Mau. It always made Scott a little sentimental, that Ollie wasn't burdened by stereotypes and misguided ideas about which colors were for boy and which were not.

Scott fondly watched his son spread out the contents of his backpack on the sidewalk.

"There it is!" Ollie beamed up at him, holding out the piece of paper.

"Oh!" Scott said, slightly exaggerated.

"The teacher said to draw who we want to be like when we grow up!" Ollie pointed at the crudely drawn hockey stick on the painting, and Scott already felt his heart melt.

"Aw, that's awesome, buddy-"

"So I drew Ilya!"

"-oh." Scott blinked down at the drawing. Yeah, he could see the blond hair.

"-because he's the best hockey player in the world!" Ollie gestured with his drawing, spreading his arms wide.

Maybe Scott should have seen this coming. Ollie had been asking for them to put on old Bears and Centaurs game for months now.

"I mean, you know a lot of good hockey players, right?" Scott asked.

"Yes." Ollie nodded seriously, "But Ilya Rozanov is my favorite."

"Who's your second favorite?" Scott tried hopefully.

"Shane!" Ollie exclaimed, jumping on his toes.

Scott bit back a sigh. "Okay. Yeah, they were pretty good."

"Dad, they were really good," Ollie said seriously, putting a hand on Scott's thigh to make sure his dad knew he meant it.

"I know, bud, I played against them!"

Ollie's eyes widened like he had only just realized this. Scott could see that something was happening in his brain, and a moment later, he turned around to gather up his stuff, putting it all back into his backpack. Scott handed Mau back to him, and instead of packing her into his bag, Ollie cradled Mau under his chin.

"D'you wanna keep walking?" Scott asked, and Oliver nodded, reaching for his hand.

After a few steps, he sighed. "Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"You're not my favorite hockey player."

Scott laughed. "Wow, dude."

"No!" Ollie tugged on his hand. "Because... because you're just my favorite daddy."

Oh. Scott's heart softened into a pile of mush. He stopped, kneeling down on the ground, pulling Ollie into a hug. "Love you, little man."

i love this mpreg verse we've created here

my prompts are still open!! any GCU/HR ship welcome!

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"Dude, this is trippy," Carter said over the noise of Madison Square Garden, where they were attending an Admirals game together.

Carter kept glancing back and forth between Scott and baby Oliver in his arms. "He's like a mini you!"

"He's adorable!" Gloria smiled, reaching out to tickle Ollie's tummy. It made him giggle, his ear defenders bobbing adorably on his head. "Yes, you are!"

"Yeah, people keep saying that," Scott replied with a sheepish smile.

"He's like you, but cuter!" Carter said.

"Which means a lot, cause I'm already pretty cute." Scott gave him a wink, Carter winked back, sticking out his tongue at Scott.

"Okay, stop flirting with my husband." Kip sat back down in his seat, and Ollie immediately strained to reach for him. Kip took him from Scott, pulling him into his lap.

"They were just saying how much Ollie looks like me," Scott told him, eliciting a fond eyeroll.

He leaned forward to talk to Gloria and Carter. "We've been featured in an article titled, How to Deal with the Disappointment of Carrying your Baby for Nine Months only for it to Look Like Your Husband, or something."

"No!" Gloria exclaimed, while Carter started laughing.

"Fuck, that's tough!" he grinned.

Scott let out a contrite, "Sorry" and gently squeezed Kip's thigh.

"It's kind of weird for people to make such a big deal out of it!" Gloria argued.

"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking, too!" Kip gestured between his husband and his baby, "I love my husband, so why would I be disappointed that our baby looks like him?"

"Aww," Carter cooed, grabbing Scott's shoulder in a friendly squeeze. "That's cute as hell."

"Oh, look!" Gloria said, pointing to the jumbotron. They were doing a Lookalike game on it to keep the crowd entertained.

Right now, the photo on it was a headshot of Scott, back in his active days, looking seriously into the camera in his Admirals jersey. The crowd went nuts, of course.

Scott laughed with a slight eye-roll; they always did this, and then the big reveal was, oh hey look, this celebrity is actually here-

The camera cut on, and the person on screen was, in fact, not Scott. Instead, the shot was focued on none other than Oliver, happily sitting in Kip's lap. The crowd 'aaaaawed', and Ollie squealed and giggled like he knew he was on camera, eliciting an even greater response.

Then, the camera panned out to show all of them; Scott politely waved, giving the fans a smile.

Very quickly, every other noise was drowned out by a chant of "Hunter, Hunter!" by the fans.

"Do you hear that, little man?" Carter asked Ollie, who just looked at him with wide eyes, "They're saying your name! They can't wait for you to play for the Admirals one day!"

Scott huffed out a laugh. "We'll see about that."

maybe i am in my skip (and hollanov) as dads era? loving it rn. CW: implied mpreg

send me prompts for the gc couples outside of hollanov, let's give them some love <3

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"Papa, baby!"

"Da, zaychik," Ilya said for the hundredth time. Emilija pulled a delighted face, squatting down to be closer to baby Oliver on his blanket, and cooed at him. Oliver watched her with big, green-blue eyes, fascinated.

"Crazy that they're only a year apart," Kip commented, watching their kids. "So much happens in the first three years."

"I still remember when Emmy was this small," Shane said. Emilija looked at him with big blue eyes.

"Emmy baby?" she asked.

"Yes, when you were a baby." Shane did the baby sign language sign for baby. Kip shot Scott a look. Should we be doing that? Scott looked back at him like he wanted to say, No fucking clue.

To be honest, meeting with Shane and Ilya was a bit scary, now. True to their character, they had thrown themselves into parenthood like crazy. Shane had told Kip about their schedule and all the girls' activities once, and it had made Kip's head swim. Baby music class, baby ballet class, baby piano class. On top of it, they were, evidently, doing something right because the girls were wonderful.

"Is he rolling over already?" Shane asked.

"Not yet," Scott answered, reaching down to Oliver to pull up his sock. "The pediatrician says it's fine."

"Emilija rolled over at four months," Shane said, slightly unprompted and a little smugly if Kip was being honest.

"Malysh," Ilya said, reaching out to put his hand on Shane's knee; something unspoken passing between them. "Anastasia did not do it until she was almost six months old," he told them, and Kip felt something inside his chest ease up.

Their older daughter was unbothered, with her noise-cancelling headphones and her coloring book.

"Did you do anything about it?" Kip asked.

Ilya gave Shane an amused smile; Shane blushed slightly. "Shane put her into baby boot camp."

"That's not true!" Shane protested with a slight smile, "We just did some intense training."

Scott laughed. "Did it help?"

Shane scrunched up his nose. "I like to pretend it did. But neurodivergent children can take longer to reach milestones, so."

"Papa, baby!" Emilija did a little toddler dance around Oliver, which made him laugh, which made them all coo and laugh in turn. Crazy how quickly having children made you this easily entertained.

Ilya grabbed their daughter, pulling her in and blowing a raspberry against her cheek which made her giggle and squeal. It was always nice to see him with his kids; Kip had always known the scary russian thing was only a facade. The facade had crumbled once the world saw how he acted around Shane, and now that they had their daughters, it was completely gone. Ilya asked her something in Russian, and she pulled a face which made her look so much like Shane that it was crazy.

Ollie let out a little unhappy noise, and before Kip could even move, Scott had already scooped him up into his lap. Once he spotted Emilija again, his frown turned into a smile. "Oh, do you like your new friend?" Scott asked him, bouncing him slightly.

He squealed, and reached out for her.

Emilija was still in Ilya's arms but trying to wiggle free; Ilya still talking to her in insistant Russian. Next to them, Shane sighed. Kip watched the whole exchange; now that they were parents themselves, it was endlessly fascinating how others did it.

"She won't," Shane told Ilya, who looked up at him. He let Emilija go, and she scrambled towards Shane and into his arms, climbing his lap, tugging on his shirt. "We've been trying to get her to only eat solids during the day, but she only wants one thing," he told them, pointing to Emilija, who was trying to undo the top button of Shane's shirt. "Baby stop, you can have some watermelon-" Emilija let out an unhappy noise.

Somehow, it was a little satisfying to know not everything went perfectly smooth for the Hollander-Rozanovs in parenting land, either.

"Your baby is very cute," a small voice said beside Scott. Anastasia had taken her headphones off, and was now politely smiling at Oliver. She was a bit like a little grown-up sometimes.

"Thank you," Scott told her. "Do you know I held you when you were this small?"

She smiled, not meeting his eyes. "Now I'm big."

"Indeed you are," Scott said, turning Oliver to face her. Her smile widened when she saw him, and she reached out, very gently running her palm over the soft silk-and-cotton material of his onesie. Oliver gurgled, kicking his feet.

"Papa," Anastasia said.

Ilya, who was currently helping Shane to wrestle a screaming Emilija off of him, looked at her. "Hm?"

"Can we have another one of these?" she asked, pointing at Oliver. "He's much cuter than Emmy."

Kip tried not to laugh; he could feel Scott trying to do the same. Ilya scoffed. "Emmy was this small, too. But babies grow."

"Ugh," Anastasia said with a trademark Rozanov eyeroll, and went back to coloring.

"Wow, just like you," Kip smirked at Ilya, who gave him a grin and a nod.

Shane, meanwhile, had given up. Emilija had crawled up under his shirt, her head covered by the linen material as Shane held her in his lap, looking slightly exhausted while patting her bum as she fed.

"Anastasia just asked for another baby," Ilya informed him. Shane gave him a serious look.

"Absolutely not."

"Aw, why not, solnyshko." Ilya reached out, stroking Shane's arm. Shane pulled away, giving him an exhausted look.

"See, I'm not the only one doing that," Scott told Kip with a smirk.

"I only just pushed out this one, let's calm the F down," Kip replied with a huff.

"Easy to ask for another one when you aren't the one who has to do that," Shane agreed, giving Kip a nod.

"Daddy?" Emilija's tiny voice asked from inside Shane's shirt, "Baby?"

oh hell yeesssss <3

my ask box is still open for gcu/hr prompts :)

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"Oh god, Scott, please-"

Kip moaned, digging his hands into Scott's shoulders. Scott was eating him out, and had been doing so for the past ten minutes. Kip was a babbling mess, wet all over, and one orgasm down already.

They are girl dads in every universe imo. 🩷 (also I am splitting this up into 3 because I'm traveling atm so stay tuned)