Ours - ashesandhoney - Infernal Devices:
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Herongraystairs baby fluff
The little girl had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes with a star burst of gold ringing her iris that the nurse had claimed would fade as she got older but both Tessa and Jem maintained was a souvenir of a complicated heritage with too many types of magic in it. She had Jem’s colours and Tessa’s features but Will understood what he meant when he said, “Ours,” in that tone.
"Ours," he conceded and kissed the side of Jem’s mouth. He wasn’t looking at what he was doing because they were both still watching the baby. Will cuddled in a little closer and ran his fingers over her hair again. He’d never fallen so instantly and painfully in love with another person as he had when she’d blinked those huge strange eyes up at him for the first time. Protective was a word that touched on the sensation in his chest but it didn’t come close to matching the magnitude of it. Jem was right, what he had meant about genetics and blood lines didn’t matter.
She was his daughter regardless of whose eyes she had inherited.
(I imagine as some point in the future of the Full Circle universe but it’s setting-less enough that you could imagine whatever scenario you want.)
This prompt is partially to blame though Will isn’t really that fussy.