"They'll learn about their father who helped find people like them and their mother to put on a mudblood registry. They'll learn about their great aunt who tortured their mother. They'll finally hear all about Dear Old Granddad. They'll go to school at eleven years old with the Malfoy name hanging over their head like a guillotine wishing their father was anyone else." Dramione AU

"I have a daughter." His silence, for God knows what reason, drove her to continue."Katya." She breathed, a hint of her Russian accent bleeding into her tone. Clint's chest was tight. "She's eleven today." Barton couldn't even swallow. Until his brain caught up with what was coming out of Natasha's mouth. (Clintasha Angst)

In which Bellamy reacts to his little sister having a child of her own and Clarke is accepted as part of the family. "Avan," Bellamy called, looking down at his nephew sternly. Avan raised his chin to meet his eyes respectfully. "You take care of your sister. That's what we brothers are for, understood?" he said lowly. "Yes sir." Avan nodded respectfully. Daddy!Bellamy Mommy!Clark

In which Bellamy teaches Clarke to fight and ends up shirtless. "Before Bellamy even had the chance to reset the drill, Clarke's hands were on his chest and he was backed up against the drop ship her mouth was slanted across his."

"Charlotte," Clarke called, stretching one arm out to the blonde girl who rushed towards her mom, hugging her tightly. Clarke let that arm fall around her daughters back and addressed the teenage boys involved. "What happened? And make it good because you better have a good reason for starting a fight in the middle of my camp." BellamyxClarke Daddy!Bellamy Mommy!Clarke

"It's going to be okay. Daddy's going to be okay." Clarke promised, face twisting into an expression of pain at the prospect that what she was saying could be a lie. (T for slightly graphic medical procedure)

"She didn't speak because there was nothing to say. It was true. Without his eyesight, he would be cut loose, blacklisted, probably killed. His eyesight was everything, was who he was. Saying otherwise would be a lie. And she wasn't in the business of lying to the one man she trusted." Clintasha

Clarke caught the fleeting glimmer of a tear falling from his dark eyes and before she could regret it, was reaching out and closing her hand around his vibrating fingers.

"You don't have to do this, you know." She said gently, reaching over and pulling his hand free of the white knuckled grip on the armrest. "You know that I do." He said tightly. "He's been gone almost a year, Tasha. If I'm not ready, I never will be. He deserves more than my blowing off his funeral." Clintasha/Post Avengers PHILIVES